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bi-writes · 15 days

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the knock at his door is a ferocious one. it rattles the hinges, shakes the doorway. it is not a kind knock. it is the knock of anger, of impending terror, of death at his door, but he knows that if he doesn't answer, he will be even more sorry. (ghoap x curvy!fem!reader, 18+, smidge of dark)

johnny isn't happy. he yanks the door open, glaring, knowing who is on the other side. his superior, his lieutenant, the fucking tart that started this whole thing in the first place, the bastard that stands a few inches too tall, is that what she sees in him, too tall, is that much bigger than me, the fucking--

"dinnae want t'talk to ye, ye fuckin'--"

"'f y'know wot's fuckin' good f'ya, you'll shut y'r fuckin' mouth," ghost snaps. his accent is thick and gravelly. he moves over the threshold, pushing johnny back, his eyes dulling over as he presses an accusing finger against johnny's chest. "y'r gonna pick up the bloody phone, 'n y'r gonna call 'er."

"she's a right--"

ghost hisses, a heady growl coming out roughly as he grips johnny around the throat and slams him against the nearest wall. the entirety of it shakes, and the pictures there nearly fall, and johnny chokes as he tries to scramble, but ghost is too strong, too rough, too overpowering. there is something behind his movements, some purpose, and it makes something acidic bubble in johnny's throat.

"don't you fuckin' dare finish that sentence," ghost snarls. "don't care wot it is y'think y'feel, do y'really wanna have tha' on your conscious, y'fuckin' bastard, yeah? want her t'know tha' is the last thing y'called her?"

johnny sputters. he's gasping for air, but it's hard, and his eyes water. even though johnny hates him, even though he loathes the man he used to admire, he knows ghost is right. his lip trembles. it wouldn't be right to say it, it wouldn't be right to call you anything other than what you are, and that is beautiful, bonnie, the stars in the sky and the water in the soil and the dream he always has but cannot remember but one he knows is all he wants and more.

"ye took 'er from me," johnny gasps. "took her from me, and she's all i've ever wanted..."

"took nothin' from ya. now call 'er," ghost growls. "pick up the phone, and y'call her. she's hysterical. 'n i won't 'av it."

"ye won't 'av it? fuck off with ye!"

ghost tilts his head to the side, using his forearm now and pinning johnny to the wall. they meet eyes, and even though johnny pulls a brave face, he is staring at a man who clawed his way out of his grave. a man that endured days of torture and inexplicable horror, that knew the taste of his own blood from another's. johnny is strong-willed, but this is a battle he will not win.

"won't tell ya again," ghost mutters. "i mean tha'."

johnny's tired. he loathes. he hates. he feels sick. he wants to claw and kill and blow something up, but then ghost is letting him go, he's taking in full breaths, and there's a voice in his ear suddenly, an unfamiliar sound of a beautiful voice that he knows. she's crying.

"johnny? j-johnny, i-is that you?"

"mmmph," he coughs. "mmm..."

even riddled with sadness, you sound as pretty as always.

"johnny, i'm sorry," you whimper. he can picture your face, probably a gorgeous pout, tears gathering along your cheeks that normally are from the brunt of his cock, but now they're the proper response from your panic. "johnny, i'm...i'm so sorry--"

"'s..." he hums. "'s a'right, lovey. shhh. quiet."

"johnny, please--please come home, i-i...i can't stand this, i don't want to...i-i--"

"told ye to quiet," he murmurs. "quiet."

and you do, but he knows there's tears, he knows you're probably still there on the other side, your cries muffled into your hand. you probably still look so beautiful, probably sitting there in one of his jackets and nothing else, perched on the bed he shares with you and looking like an entire meal.

"ye lied to me, bonnie," johnny tuts, and ghost steps closer, into his space. watch it, his eyes say, and johnny glares. "why did ye lie?"

you whine, "i didn't know what to say...i...i just thought--"

"ye thought what?" johnny prods. "ye thought i would nae find out about it all? what did ye think, what the bloody fuckin' hell did ye--"

ghost walks forward, enough that johnny is pressed flat against the wall. ghost leans down, tilting his head, close enough that he feels the warmth of johnny's breath as they stare down each other.

"say y'love 'er, johnny," ghost mumbles in his ear. he comes closer, one thick thigh fitting between johnny's legs. "say it."

johnny swallows. "i love ye, bonnie."

a quiet whine, and then your soft voice, "i-i love you so much, johnny--"

"say y'want her, johnny," ghost encourages him, in that low voice that is starting to make johnny's head a little lighter.

"i miss ye," johnny whispers. "sorry for not having me head on right, love..." he hisses when ghost pinches him. "ahh--i want ye. want yer bonnie face...yer bonnie cunt...got to know it. got to know how much i want ye."

ghost shuts his eyes when he hears your breaths. desperate, a little emotional, that beautiful lilt that drew him in the first time.

"tell 'er ye want to eat 'er, johnny," ghost hums. "tell 'er she tastes like sweets." ghost comes closer, his pelvis against johnny's, and there is no space between them. johnny's blue eyes are bright, pupils dilated, and when ghost opens his eyes, they stare at each other, some kind of understanding that they have never had before.

they've been to the same place. they've seen the same eden. the love of the same woman, the taste of the same forbidden fruit, the kind of thing that men like them dream of having but give up for the sake of their sanity--

"want to eat ye, love..." johnny sighs, and his eyes flutter when ghost reaches up and smooths a gloved hand along his throat. his adam's apple bobs, he is so alive, and ghost tuts lowly as he speaks. "taste so good...think about it all the time...about getting under yer skirt," he sighs deeply when ghost's hand moves lower, against his chest, "cum so nice, bonnie, when ye sit on m'face..."

"j-johnny--" ghost grits his teeth when he hears you. pretty baby girl, probably squeezing your thick thighs together, maybe leaning over to show off your soft hips to no one in particular, tits pressed together because your hand is drifting low and circling against you because he knows you probably aren't wearing any fucking knickers, "anything for you, baby...you know i would, you know i'd do anything..."

"i know, my pretty," johnny coos. "will ye wait for me? will ye wait before ye get ahead of yerself, love? ye will, yer a good girl..."

"y-yes--" you whine. "y-yes, i'll wait for you...please come back...please--"

"should i bring back yer keeper?" johnny asks. blue eyes on dark ones, the look of a thousand words, the look of newness, of acceptance, of the power of two being so much greater than one.

two gloved fingers make their way down his throat. petting johnny's pink tongue, stuffing him full, reminding him of his place, where he truly is, where he belongs and where he is always meant to be. he relaxes his throat, and ghost snarls, satisfied, when johnny takes the girth of it easily. he touches the back of johnny's throat, and ghost's eyes flash when he hears your sweet voice on the other end.

"simon...i know you're there. be nice. or we won't get to play."

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zoromuse · 1 year

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want you (need you) | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first

characters. eustass kid, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

general cw. f!reader, aphrodisiacs, just overall desperate men

a/n. based on this ask, thank you for requesting, i had such fun writing this <3

part two

EUSTASS KID

cw. mention of thigh riding, bulge

It definitely takes some convincing for him, but once he sees the competitive aspect of it, he’s kind of driven to the idea.

At first he found it kind of amusing, since he could see it started affecting you first; even though you said you were fine when he asked you, he didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs for some friction from time to time.

Then it started affecting him, his body growing hot all over, from his cocks to his heat that were bright red from all the nerves, but he’d rather die than give in first.

In the end, you’d have to give up and ask him for what you want, he’s too stubborn to lose and you can’t take it anymore.

You were the first to pounce on him, straddling his lap and quickly grinding on his thigh to get any sort of relief you could find. Your thighs tremble on either side of his waist, and you’re panting wildly because it feels like you’ve been holding your breath ever since you felt the delicious drag of his cock in your walls for the first time of the night, but you’ve never felt better.

You bask in the afterglow of your orgasm for the next few minutes before you realize he’s growing hard inside of you again. You’re terrified to look anywhere, down to the place you connect with him for fear of seeing the bulge he’s surely leaving in your tummy, and absolutely terrified to look up to his face for fear of being met with the unchanging animalistic look of his face.

"Did you think I would be satisfied with just one time? I was just waiting for you to give in, now I'm gonna have my way with you…"

MONKEY D. LUFFY

cw. whiny luffy

He is always willing to try anything you want, so I don't think it would take a lot of convincing.

He understood the competitive aspect of it, but as soon as he started feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac he got extra touchy with you.

When you remind him you were supposed to see who could last the longest away from each other, it's almost like he doesn't hear you.

"Fuck that, I need you right now"

“W-wait!” you exclaim, his hands pushing at the dip of your fack to get you to arch further into him. This isn’t his favorite position, he much prefers so see you bounce on his lap and make a mess of yourself, or just simple missionary where he can see all the pretty faces he causes in you with every drag of his cock, but he’ll take this for now.

“No please, I don’t wanna stop…” he all but whines. His cock keeps abusing that same spot he knows drives you crazy, that’s why you’re having such a hard time voicing your concerns.

“You can’t be so… l-loud, someone might hear!” Your warnings fall to deaf ears, his pace is unrelenting and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, despite this being the third time tonight. The substance only gave him a boost on his already big stamina, and you’re starting to regret suggesting this to him.

“I love you so much,” he said. “I don’t care if anyone hears, I just want to-... mmm f-fuck-!”

RORONOA ZORO

cw. lots of dirty talk, a little bit of mean dom zoro if u squint, mating press, bulge

Much like Kid, he likes the competitiveness of it all, so it’s easy to convince him about this idea.

I think he would take a more teasing approach on it though.

As soon as he sees you’re feeling the same heat he is, he starts whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to give in first.

“You’re so warm, bet you feel so hot down there too, don’t you?” “How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?"

“Fuck, thank god…” he groans, his hands holding your legs pressed to your chest as you claw at the sheets next to you. “Didn’t know how much longer I could take”

The irony of it all is that you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. His grasp on your legs and the way his cock hits all the right spots you were aching to have filled, it’s so overwhelming, and yet it’s everything you had been craving tonight.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, if possible. “Too dumb to talk now?”

You nod, knowing if you tried speaking a mixture of slurred and unintelligible words would be the only thing falling past your lips. He doesn’t mind though, he likes watching you go dumb on his cock, still mindful enough to look down at the way his cock keeps bulging at your tummy.

VINSMOKE SANJI

cw. dacryphilia if u squint

He’s willing to try anything for you, so it literally only takes suggesting it for him to agree.

He tries to act like it’s fine, part of him wants to impress you, and part of him wants to see you beg for him.

Then again, he’s not very patient when it comes to you, so he’ll start with sloppy kisses to your neck, acting like he’s trying to make you give in first.

Eventually it turns into him cursing under his breath, and before he realizes the words are coming out, he’s begging for you to give him something, anything.

“Fuck-!” He groans, throwing his head back. You’re riding him, your tits are bouncing to the rhythm of your hips and your hands are grasping at his chest for balance. He keeps bucking his hips into you, and it’s throwing you off, but he’s reaching the deepest spots of your walls and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

Still, it’s not enough for him.

He turns you both over, your back landing on the bed with a cry because he took you by surprise, and his hands now on either side of your body, holding himself up as your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you just the way he knows you like it.

Sanji hates to see you cry, but somehow he finds the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your closed eyes so appealing, it almost drives him to the edge. Almost. He wouldn’t even think about leaving his baby unsatisfied.

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sparrowrye · 3 months

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Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part Pilot

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies you also die. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

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The hair on the back of my neck rose half a second before something hard hit my head. I couldn't see anything but I could still feel when I hit the pavement. I rolled onto my back and tried to kick up at whoever was there.

Multiple hands grabbed me and dragged my across the hard ground. I felt my strength slowly coming back with my sight. There wasn't much to see as three dark figures towered above me. My back cracked when they slammed me into the wall.

One of them grabbed my jaw and dug their fingers into my cheek. I tried clenching my teeth but they easily pried my mouth open. I tried flicking my wrist but the rocks under my feet barely moved. They had hit my head so I couldn't use my magic. Now they were trying to drug me. Keep a mage discombobulated or high and they can't use their magic.

One of them had their entire weight on my legs and the other had my arms pinned against my side. They slipped a powder past my lips and clamped my mouth shut. I took a deep breath before they pinched my nose. I had only seconds before I passed out and they could get the rest of the powder down my throat. It was already soaking into my tongue and cheeks. I tried scrapping it against my teeth.

The weight on my feet disappeared. I tried kicking them but there was nothing but air. I pulled my leg up and dug my heel in their groin. They fell back and slammed into the wall behind them at an inhuman speed. I reached for the last attacker's eyes and dig my nails in. He let go and jumped over me as if to run. I immediately spat on the ground and wiped my tongue with the back of my hand.

I looked around at the dark alley. Everything was starting to double, the colors a wild red and blue. Some of it had gotten into my system. I saw two men laying still on the ground, the other running for the bright road. Something flew past my face and strikes him dead center in the back of his head. His body fell limp.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

I turned over my shoulder to see Alastor, the Radio Demon, towering above me. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark alley and his coat was as red as blood. I knew he was tall but he looked even more terrifying in person. His long, red fingers were outstretched in a kind gesture.

"What do you want?" I demanded.

"Is that any way to treat your savior?" He moved his hand closer, edging me to accept his offer.

"Why would you help me?" I rubbed the back of my head and winced. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He stood a full head taller than me but he seemed oddly skinny. He didn't have the muscle I had.

"I know rumors deem me a dark light, but I can assure you I'm still a gentleman at heart. How could I let those fools continue their assault?" He wiped his hand on his coat as if I had some kind of germ or disease on me.

"I didn't ask for the help so I'm in no way obligated to do anything you ask," I said. I looked down to examine my hands because that was better than staring at his terrifying eyes. I lost my balance and fell backwards into the wall.

He grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled it up. I tried pulling it back but he held on painfully tight. I could picture him using his sharp teeth to slice it off in one bite. But he didn't. He dropped my hand and grabbed my chin next. He turned my head as if examining my neck. I tilted my head back and pulled away. I slammed into the wall again but tripped on my own feet, landing right on my tailbone.

He leaned down and grabbed my face again. I tried digging my nails into his wrist but my strength had disappeared. The drug was taking full effect now. "Let go of me, demon," I spat. He used his other hand and dragged a claw down my cheek. I cried and tried pushing him away with my feet. He stepped back, his smile never fading. I covered my bloody cheek and stared him down.

I had managed to stay free for five years. I wasn't about to fall into another mage's trap. I wasn't going to go back. I would rather die trying to escape the Radio Mage than go back. I knew his patience was thin and nothing immoral was off the table for him.

He reached up and touched his cheek, his claws coming back with a dark liquid. He looked down at his fingers before slowly meeting my eyes. That's when it clicked. I felt a rush of cold reality over my body. Matching cuts. A soulmate match.

I put both hands in the ground and pushed myself up. I ran down the alley, jumping over my attacker, and bolted for my home. I tripped several times but nothing was going to stop me. People stared at me as if I had seen a ghost. They didn't know that I had seen worse.

Everything hurt by the time I reached my apartment. I hadn't seen him since the alley so I hoped that meant I had lost him. I fumbled with my keys, struggling for several minutes to get the small key into the lock. I fell into my apartment and slammed the door shut with my feet. I turned the lock and crawled into the corner of the living room. I hugged my legs and stared into the dark apartment. Everything was spinning and unnatural colors jumped out at me. I felt jittery, like everything inside me was buzzing.

I stayed there for several minutes, waiting for the inevitable knock at the door. What was I thinking? I had just led the most powerful mage on this side of the country to my doorstep. I should've hid somewhere else. He of all people could follow someone without being noticed.

The only tell of time was the old clock on the fireplace mantle. I stayed in the corner for nearly forty-minutes, unmoving. Time seemed to be past uncharacteristically fast. I blamed the drugs on that. How long before this wore off, again? It wasn't the first time I had ingested this type of drug. It was the drug they used to keep mages from using their magic.

I finally found the courage to stand. I flipped the light switch and walked along the wall to the bathroom. I fell against the sink, clinging to the edge just to keep myself up. For such a small amount it was having a huge effect on me. Had the drug gotten stronger or had it been that long since it was used on her?

I turned on the faucet and gulped down the cool water. I splashed my face and tired to blink away the bright colors. No amount of drinking or splashing could return me to my normal state. I practically choked on the water and finally turned it off, grabbing the towel off the rack and pressing it to my face. I carefully straightened my feet and tried standing up. I felt more sturdy on my feet now. This meant that I had passed the peak of the drug. I was on the hill down to my normal state.

I let out a sigh and hung up the towel. I looked at my red eyes and saw another pair behind me. I screamed and spun a cast back at him. I slipped and fell into the old tub. I slipped into the corner with my hand outstretched. The faucet dug into my spine. He practically glided into the small room.

"Don't come closer!" I yelled. "My accuracy gets better every time."

"Your Slight magic stands no chance against me," he mused, "but I appreciate the confidence."

"The fuck do you want?" I demanded again.

"Should it surprise you that I want to meet my soulmate?" He tilted his head to the side.

"If you kill me you also die," I reminded him.

He chuckled. "I know how the magic of soulmates work, my dear." He stepped close and held out a hand to me. "If I wanted you dead, I would have done so already." The deepening of his tone didn't make me want to accept his gesture any more than already. "I'd like to have a civil conversation, if you don't mind."

It was another moment before I slowly laid my hand on top of his. He was careful to wrap his claws around my hand and didn't roughly pull me to my feet this time. I stepped out of the tub and let him lead me out of the room. He finally let go of my hand, gliding to the small fireplace and lighting it with a snap of his fingers.

He perched himself on one of the chairs and motioned for me to sit in the other one. I quietly obliged, my eyes never once leaving his smiling face. His trademark cane seemingly appeared in his lap.

"What do you want?" I asked less aggressively this time.

"My my, you're a distrustful soul aren't you?" He leaned his cheek on his hand.

"With my history you would be too," I said.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Anything and everything. Really anything that pays me."

"A tradition-breaker I see," he said. "Most women your age are attending school or doing housework for a master or husband."

"Let's just say I'm not well liked."

"Did you know those men?" he prompted.

"No, but they probably knew me."

"Does that happen to you often?"

"It's not frequent but it's not possible to avoid either," I answered. My clasped hands were sweaty and my cheek pinched from the dried blood on it. He was still sporting the same cut on his own cheek, clearly visible in the firelight.

"What did they want with you?" He was sitting straight again with his legs partly crossed and his hands clasped in his lap. Everything in me was tense and conscious. My hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I needed to get the demon out of my house.

"I used to belong to a fight ring."

"Lovely." His tone suggested anything but that. He looked down at his watch and let out a short sigh. "My my, it's sure getting late. We should be heading back."

"We?" I stood up just as he did.

"I can't leave my soulmate in danger, now can I?" He stepped closed to me.

"I know how to go under again," I said quickly. "I'll be leaving town and changing my appearance. No one will know it's me again."

"Then I wouldn't be able to find you again." His eyes grew brighter the further we walked away from the fire. I bumped into the kitchen table and tried to put it between me and him.

"I'm sure this will scar and you'll be able to tell it's me." I pointed to my cheek. "Or I could just let you know where I go. That way you know where I am."

"If I bring you with me I'll always know where you are." I found myself staring at a shadow the second his claws touched my shoulder. I turned and he shoved me into the wall by my neck. "Besides, I of all people could keep you safest." His claws squeezed my neck.

"I feel qui-quite safe, I'm okay. I-I assure you." I casted a forced smile up at him. The room seemed to darken around his bright red eyes.

"I'm sorry, dear, it's not a request." He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me against him. He slammed his cane down on the ground with a cold THUD. His hand moved behind my back as the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. I instinctively grabbed at him to keep myself from falling. Wind whipped my hair around but I didn't dare let go.

My feet abruptly touched solid ground and the wind died down. I carefully let go with one hand to move my hair out of the way. Around me was a dark forest and the sound of waves crashing was apparent, as was the smell of the sea.

His chuckled vibrated through me and I jumped away. "Where the hell are we?" I turned around to see a dark mansion sitting on the cliff's edge. It's pointed roofs sliced through the light blue of the set sun.

"Welcome home, dear," Alastor said as he walked past. I spun in a circle, seeing nothing but forest and ocean. How far were they from civilization? For his reputation, probably hundreds of miles. Maybe even thousands. I crossed my arms and rubbed them to keep warm.

I turned around to see him waiting for me. His smile was still plastered to his face but his teeth weren't showing this time. He was leaning on his cane, if you called his stance leaning, at the base of the porch steps. I clenched my teeth and forced my feet to take one step after another.

Once I had reached him, he put a hand up to stop me. He tried to touch my forehead but I jerked back, my knees nearly buckling underneath. "Relax darling," he said, "I can ease the drug effect." I forced myself to be still as he swept his palm across my forehead. My vision cleared and the bright colors disappeared. I felt more stable but my magic was still out of service.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Home, dear." He turned and walked into the old house. I looked around once more before following him. Inside looked as dark as the outside. The door slammed shut and the lights abruptly lit up at the snap of his fingers. The house's true colors came through - a deep purple and velvet with dark wood accents.

To the right was the living room that held the warm fire and large windows. To the left was the dining room with what looked like stacks of old furniture and other timely pieces. Did he collect things?

"You don't..." I hesitated, "you don't think...that you can keep me here for the rest of my life."

"I do." He spun his cane and slammed it into the wood flooring. "Because just as you said, lovely, if you die, I die. You have made a name for yourself just as I have. You should be thanking me really," he said walking past me.

"Thank you?" I scoffed.

"I'm doing you a favor. No more of this running from town to town nonsense. Now you have a place to call home and don't have to worry a hair on your head about living to the next day."

"I'd prefer freedom over a fancy cage. I've survived on my own just fine for twenty-one years of my life. I'm no housemaid."

"Then let me put it simply." He stepped dangerously close until I jammed my heels into the door. He leaned down so his yellow teeth were inches from my nose. "You will remain here for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not." The room began to darken. "I have my ways of keeping people in their place. We may share scars but we don't share pain." His face contorted unnaturally and his eyes looked less humane. I felt sick. "You should remember that when you think of defying me. I'm called the Radio Demon for a reason." He abruptly stood up and the lights came back. "Sound good, darling?"

My shoulders fell with my spirit.

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #soulmates #soulmate au #alastor the radio demon

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sinning-23 · 2 months

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Twice the Fun (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

Because i need them both in a way that is concern to feminism and they could literally do whatever they wanted to me (respectfully) ahem. This ones for my sick, freak, nasty, touch-starved bitches It's really just prn with A LITTLE plot yall and a little more attention to detail.

18+ DUH?!

Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, choking, biting, scratching, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, spanking, double penetration (holy shit this is a lot even for me lol)

Hope yall enjoy (smut is a bit of a specialty of mine)

PART 2 HERE

Ps. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING ERRORS!

What were you truly meant to do? Turn down the pair to try and make yourself look like less of a slut than you really were? Well, slut was kind of harsh. We'll say, more sexually inclined.

Yeah, that sounds classier.

Anyway, when Sanji and Zoro approached you in a more physical than verbal way, you couldn't decide whether or not you should say no to try and keep up an image they already saw past, or simply let them Eiffel Tower you. How the hell did you end up in this predicament in the first place???

___3 days ago___

You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you nudge the man beside you. You didn't quite care if he woke up or not, you'd just go to your other 'friends' room to fulfill your insatiable need for dick...and love and affection...but of course, Sanji didn't know that...and neither did Zoro and hell you'd like to keep it that way.

Perfectly balanced...sorta. Part of you feels bad though, you do love him...and Zoro too but damn it you just had to have them both. And with the way that two bicker and act like they can't stand each other, there was a fat chance you'd get your wish.

You nudge Sanji again, pressing soft kisses to his temple, and brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs, eyes slightly opening to reveal a set of lovely blues.

"Good morning. Pussy put you to sleep?" You tease, seeing him smile in recollection of the events of the night prior.

"Its not nice to tease." He groans, sitting up on his elbows and forearms to kiss your lips.

Its sweet, your heart stuttering with guilt. You know he loves you but this whole thing was supposed to be no strings attached. You pull away, noticing a brief hurt behind those eyes you just stared so lustfully into hours ago.

"Hurry up, youve got breakfast to make and I'm pretty sure someones getting a bit suspicious. You chuckle, pointing to the alarm clock.

He swears, shuffling a bit faster to find his briefs, dress pants, and shirt in a hurry. He doesnt forget to kis your temple before he leaves though.

"Come to my room again tonight, yeah?" He asks, and you nod. How could you not?

When you're sure he's long gone, you hide your face in your palms, groaning deeply before gazing into the mirror. Shit...he marked you up worse than before. You roll your eyes, that funny butterfly feeling filling up your stomach again. Damn him for making you love him. This wasn't the first time you'd have to cover up hickeys and it wouldn't be the last.

Your shoes echo down the hall a bit as you pass zoro's room now, curiosity getting the best of you. You crack the door open and there he is, pulling on that same old tan shirt over that damn gorgeous body.

"Good morning." You hum, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

He doesn't respond back, only nods in your direction. Zoro was more...blunt with these things. He thought he'd almost gotten perfect at hiding how he was feeling from you, but you had already clawed your way up and over the walls he put up. Essentially you could see right through him.

Before he can protest about you not knocking, you've got your arms around him in a hug, one he definitely needed seeing as he missed your touch far more than he would admit out loud. In his head, you were his girl. All his. He knew it wasn't true, this...whatever this was, being nothing more than a beneficial friendship. You weren't really his and it tore him up inside. He knows he loves you, but damn it if he admits it.

"Missed me? I see that look in your eyes Roro." You tease, knowing the nick name bothers him in th best way.

"I wish you would quit calling me that." He responds, letting his arms wrap around you to return the embrace, his chin resting atop your head. He needed you bad.

"Coming here tonight? Or do I have to drag you from your quarters to mine?" He smirks, making you laugh and bury your face in his chest. Gods he loved your laugh.

"How could I not?" You respond, swallowing a bit hard, knowing you were wrong for that.

Double booking a dick appointment was a big NO-NO. This leaves too much opportunity for one to find out about the other. But in hindsight, would that really be so bad? You wanted and loved them both, and being sneaky was starting to weigh on your conscience despite not being in an actual relationship with either of them.

"You alright?" He asks, cupping your face with his free hand. You drank up moments like these, it was truly a privilege to see the softer side of Zoro.

You nod, kissing him quick before making your leave.

The rest of the crew is already up and working on odds and ins of the ship. You managed your end of the chores, first mopping, then tying knots, and lastly laundry. You chatted with Nami, hoping a village is coming up soon but no luck.

Damn, the day had really gotten away from you. The sun was already setting and your heart sank to the pit of your goddamn stomach. It's sunset...which means night is right around the corner...

Oh fuck.

You scramble off the front deck and head straight to your quarters, skillfully dodging both Sanji and Zoro, who you had managed to have run into each other instead of you. Bad idea, because if you knew anything about Sanji, it's that he had a funny way of letting things slip rather sneakily. And if you knew anything about Zoro, its that he would easily catch a slick comment, and match it.

You lock your door, pacing back and forth in hopes of coming up with a plan. The truth? Yeah maybe tell the truth! You swallow your pride, taking a deep breath, only to head a kock at your door. Oh god. Your hands tremble, that sickly nervous feeling seeping into your pores. Its hot in here.

"Hey honey, um, how about we reschedule to tomorrow?" Sanji hums, something...off in his tone.

You pull the door open, that same facade over your face. You swallow, nodding at him in response.

"I see. I mean yeah we can. Something come up?" You ask, eyes shifting all over. You can bring yourself to keep direct contact with him and damn he can tell. You could've sworn that you saw someone turn the corner...was that Zoro. Nevermind that. Apparently, Sanji had said something to you but you hadn't heard it you were panicking so damn much.

"Uhh sure. You okay?" He questions, more smug than anything. He knows...

__2 days ago___

It was far too quiet for your liking. Sanji seemed to avoid you...and so did Zoro. Well, not really avoid you. In all honestly you were paranoid and reading into everything. You had FABULOUS intuition so when the energy was out of wack it went straight to your head.

They know. They have to. There's no way they don't. The two of them had gotten a lot bolder you noticed. It was all so clear to you. They were...competing almost. Zoro would leave his hand on your hip, and Sanji would roll his eyes. Sanji would pull your hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of your face when you were cleaning? Zoro would scoff and move on.

Okay, so they definitely knew. Now they were playing the "She likes me more game." That was the least of your concerns. If anything you were drinking up the attention. What you really wanted to know, was how they had found out about each other...the ship is small so that doesn't help the situation.

Today, you managed to find yourself in the kitchen while both your blonde and green-headed sneaky links were ALSO in the vicinity. You swallow hard, bidding them a good day whilst making your way to the fridge, which Sanji usually keeps locked up otherwise Luffy would get in it.

"Sanji, um, the key please." You ask, clearing your throat as the two seemed to watch your every move.

He smiles, stepping beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to the curve of your ass. He's grinning the whole time, his eyes cutting to Zoro before squatting down, using your leg as a means to steady himself to retrieve the well-hidden, key. His fingers dance over your thighs and inwards, just barely brushing over the crotch of your shorts. You yelp, tensing when Zoro gives a slight 'tch'

Sanji stands, plopping the piece of metal in your hand before returning to the stove from whence he came.

"Thanks." You rasp, fianlly feeling a pinh at ease before oepenign the fridge.

Too bad the peace only lasted for two seconds, becuse right when you had cracked it open, Zoro was already behind you, reaching for his desnated bottle of alcohol, his hand right at your waist, just where Sanji's had been.

Instead of squatting however, down to more or less 'politely' show ownership of you, Zoro opts to wind his hand back as far as possible.

SMACK

You yelp louder, steadying yourself agaisn the fridge as you moan at the sting. There was no doubt there was a bit of a mark again toyu melenated skin now. Zoro only grins, all too smug at Sanji's enraged expression.

"Thats it. You just have no sense of respect do you." Sanji argues, Zoro standing a bit taller now.

If you hadn't been squeezed between the two now, they'd surely be chest to chest. Your body is beginning to betray you, heat flooding your face and between your thighs. This wasn't about them. This was about you and who you liked more...They each wanted your attention. Rightfully so, I mean not only were you a sweetheart with a smart mouth but that mouth could do a lot more than just talk shit. And either one of them would be happy to accept death between your thighs.

"If you knew anythign at all, youd kne she likes a little desrespect." Zoro shoots back, your eyes widening.

"If you knew anything you'd know she likes being treated like a princess." Sanji scoffs.

"Lets not talk about me like im not here-"

You're cut off when they shoot that same look your way. A look you'd seen one to many times, bent over, facing a conveniently placed mirror...or wit your back against the matress, one of them over you while your legs cramp up from being so close to your chest.

Damn fr two guys who seemingly didn't 'get alog' they sure had a lot in common.

In the heat fo the argument, you slide pst the pair and out of the kitchen. Unfortunetly for you, a head of orage just happened to be outside and heard part of the last three statements.

"I dont even want to knw what or how you're gonna get out of this. Youll figure it out." Nami half encourages as you groan.

Is that what good pussy did to a mf? Start wars?! It blew your mind but you had less than a few seconds process to the situation. Before you could even realize what was happening, Zoro exited the kitchen and scope you up. And right behim him was a very serious, looking Sanji....

oh you’re so screwed.

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Authors note: HI YALLL ok so this one’s been sitting in the drafts for literally I wanna say a half a year now lmao uhhhhh let me know if you’d like to be tagged for pt.2 that’s where all the HOT SHIT HAPPENS! Anyway love you all! Drink water lol

#x reader #one piece #one piece live action #reader is black #i don't care he's hot #headcannons #one piece x reader #opla #smut #hes so hot #zoro one piece live action #roronoa zoro x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #sanji opla #black leg sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 months

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Savior

Daryl Dixon x Savior!Reader

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject.

CW: Non-con, forced impregnation.

You stood at the sidelines as you stared at the truck coming back from a supply run.

Except those weren't supplies in the truck bed.

You almost wanted to say it was a monster.

You quickly learned, by the horrible sounds all night and day, that it was some kind of beast. Its howls and roars had you barely sleeping and wandering the halls until you caught Negan's voice. "And why are we snooping around at night?"

You had rounded a corner and walked into him and his high rank buddies having what seemed to be an important conversation.

"Apologies, Negan. I'm having a hard time sleeping with that think you brought in making so much noise." Negan stepped up to you, his red scarf taking up most of your vision before he bent down and placed a hand at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Come by the room tomorrow after breakfast time. Got a job for you. And I'll show you what I caught. Win, right?"

That disgusting smug look of his haunted your mind every time you closed your eyes. You didn't trust him, but not showing up would mean your slow, painful end. And you couldn't say you were at least a bit curious about the captured thing.

So the next morning you made quick work of your breakfast and headed back up to your floor and to the appointed room, where two of Negan's henchmen already kept watch at the door. "Negan will be here soon. You can wait here."

Ugh. Always the friendly talks with these guys.

"Well good morning to you, miss." The chuckle that left him sent shivers down your spine. "You're even earlier than me! That excited to see what you're gonna do?" He brushed past you, shoulders grazing as he made his way up to the door and unlocked it.

You were the last one to enter the room, waiting your turn as all the high ranks came before you always.

You were backed up against the wall the second your eyes found the source of the noises that kept you awake.

A giant wolf like beast, dull brown fur with greying spots, the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen and also the most terrifying set or teeth and claws. It was massive as well, tied down and clearly drugged as it weakly trashed against its restrains.

"Thanks for showing me, s.. sir. I'll go do that job now."

The second you spoke, the henchmen took place at the door and Negan handed you a large plastic beaker. "Good! Go jerk off the big dog. Give him a nice rub." He pressed the beaker against your chest. "And don't spill anything or I'm having you do it more than once."

You looked over at the beast and took the beaker in hand. It had given up the struggle to get loose. "Boys. Help the lady roll him over."

With a couple simple moves the beast was moved onto his back and the men surrounded you with guns.

"Well? Go on! Better do it now before he wakes all the way up."

You stared at the beast's nethers where its fur thickened and moved your hands to rub at the spot. With your hands in his fur his body twitched, a low noise escaping his maw but you had to continue. You stroked the are in the hoped you'd coax his member out and after a bit it finally started to show.

Fuck it was huge. About the size of your lower leg and so red.

But you really had to get to work. Negan hated waiting.

So you wrapped your hands around the beast's length and stroked, earning more noises and twitches that weren't stopping this time. With every rub you noticed the base of his length swell, the thickened part being seemingly even more sensitive than the rest.

"Make it fun to watch for us. Give it a lick, pretend to have fun at least." Negan's voice spooked you so much you squeezed particularly hard and earned what sounded like a whine from the beast. Shit, was it waking up? You really had to hurry.

So you lowered your mouth to kiss at the beast's tip, open your mouth as far as you could and suck at it, licking at it like your life depended on it. Which it did, really.

You were getting more and more responses from the drugged monster at your fingertips indicating it was gonna come sooner rather than later.

You moved one hand to squeeze the swell at the base as your other hand held the beaker at the tip. You rubbed and licked, trying to keep a steady hold on everything as the beast picked up his trashing again, mewling out loudly as his hips jerked and stilled. Thick spurts of cum filling the beaker, its load bigger than any you had ever seen.

Once the beast stilled it seemed to have worked through its tranquilizers and started waking up, growling and turning.

The men closest to you grabbed you and the filled beaker aside before you'd get kicked in the face by a still woozy monster.

"Well look at that!" Negan had snatched up the beaker and sat it on the desk, rummaging in the drawers for something.

"And now for the fun part. Take your pants off." He waved Lucille at you, motioning to hurry up and in fear of your life you complied.

With shaking fingers you unbuttoned your pants, trying to ignore the gawking eyes of multiple men.

"Panties too, sweetcheeks. Can't do anything with those on can you?" Negan had showed up behind you and snagged the waistband of your underwear only to smack it back against your ass. His hand was on your waist in a second to lead you to the desk, pulling the panties down your ass and gesturing for you to take them off and take a seat. On the desk.

His hands went to rest on your thighs and spread them wide open as he stood in front of you with his signature grin.

His hand went to reach for something and held it out in your view. "Go ahead."

"This little thing here." A syringe filled with the just acquired beast semen dangled from his fingertips. "Goes in that pretty little pussy of yours and you're going to empty it entirely."

He pressed the syringe into your hand and stepped back and out of the beast's way.

It stared up at you and you stared right back, hands trembling around step two of your job.

The eyes on you made you feel small and fear was clouding your mind as you stared at the beast before you, your hands ever so slowly moving down your body as Negan had grabbed hold of Lucille as a warning.

The point made it to your slit and the beast gave a growl in protest but you had to continue. You gave him a sorry look as you pressed the syringe past your entrance, all the way to the ends and pressed the plunger down as far as it could go. He roared in protest, fighting his restraints but with his paws bound and the IV in his back he couldn't do anything but watch you spill his seed inside of you.

You were guarded and monitored every single day and were losing an awful lot of sleep thanks to that absolutely horrible song playing on loop to torture some prisoner.

Dwight was the one escorting you today. He brought food and vitamins on pickup for your daily checkup and he looked uncomfortable.

He stayed at your side for the whole appointment and walked you back to your room. His orders included making sure you ate and took the provided vitamins so he accompanied you.

"I'm sorry for what he's making you do." His words caught you by surprise, hoping he wasn't just making you lower your guard around him so they can hurt you more. "Look. I overheard Negan talking about his plans. If you're a success he's gonna do it to others, and Sherry's at the top of that list."

Sherry. You knew her, she's his wife and went through a lot of shit with Negan ready. He probably plans to get back at the both of them this way.

"I'm barely sleeping because I'm so scared. What if this kills me after he's done it to all the other women?" It struck a cord of fear within him as you said it, not knowing what he'd do if Negan ended up killing his wife.

"I'm getting rid of his stash, so he can't hurt anyone else and take the beast's IV out so it can escape. I know it won't do anything for your situation but it's all I can do."

You agreed with his plan and told him to be careful. You didn't like him much but he was helping you so you didn't want to see him hurt.

And only a few days later, just as you had gotten the official yes on being pregnant, chaos ensued.

Outside your room you heard stuff breaking, people screaming and heavy thuds and roars of the beast moving around. Dwight succeeded

And then it got quiet.

Really quiet.

No more cries and howls of torture, and no more of that shitty song on loop.

You could finally sleep, so sleep you did.

It wasn't long before Negan summoned you for interrogation but you kept up the lie of knowing nothing and it worked great, now that you had the only offspring of the monster growing inside of you. You were sent back to your room to be a prisoner again, constantly monitored for an entire month, kept away from all the mess between Sanctuary and the other communities until the war truly broke out.

You stopped getting your daily vitamins delivered but now got a week long supply each time, and were allowed to, with one of your guards, to head downstairs for free food. You felt a bit more comfortable with two women at your door now, they understood your condition and showed some care at least. And Negan had needed all the men he could get to fight so they were the only option.

Eventually one of the women came inside the room to keep watch over you, informing about the communities having arrived at Sanctuary and things getting ugly. You sat together and waited. Talked about all kinds of things, trying to keep the topic off Negan's plans for you and to your luck, just before running out of conversation material someone came running through the door.

"We lost. Negan's gone and they took over. They fucked with our weapons." And with that she left again, slamming the door behind her on the way out.

Your guard had gotten up and moved out the room. "You stay put. I'm gonna check it out."

With you being alone and not even wanting to leave the room you laid back down in bed and waited for someone to come back with news. You had enough supplies here to last you a few days and you knew your way to the doc's place if you really needed something.

Not that you made it that far when you went out, because with five steps in, you heard someone call out.

"Ey, you. C'mere, where ya headed?" You didn't recognize it so you knew you were fucked.

Turning around you raised your hands to show you were unarmed, and the man's crossbow dropped the second your eyes met. "Infirmary. I ran out of meds." With your hands up you pointed down at your stomach, only to realize you wore loose clothing that hid your small bump. You went to grab for the hem of your shirt when the man's crossbow rose to take aim again. "I swear I'm unarmed." One hand stayed raised while the other ever so slowly went to pull up your shirt and show him your stomach. "I need the vitamins."

The crossbow dropped again as he walked up to you, stating you were going together. "Can't have ya gettin' shot on sight by our people."

The two of you made your way to the infirmary and you found a big stash of prenatal vitamins and pocketed them all while the man dug around to make inventory. "So, what's your plan with us? The ones who just live here?" You couldn't help but be scared out of your mind now that the other communities that Negan had been torturing for so long had taken his down, sure they'd want revenge.

"Ain't sure. M'not the boss. Just checkin' the area." He rummaged through a cabinet and pocketed some random stuff before turning his attention back to you. "M'takin' ya home to Alexandria. Can't have ya bein' alone with them pups in ya." His words had you almost trip over air as you paced the room and whipped your head in his direction. You tried to find the right response but your silence spoke even louder. "Look," He got closer so you couldn't run, but you just watched him and waited for him to continue.

He didn't speak, but right before your eyes he opened his mouth in which sharp fangs appeared and his eyes glowed.

"Holy shit, you." You looked him over once, twice and matched up some of the beast's features with the human in front of you.

"Wait." You pointed at him, then at your belly and stared to which he nodded his head. "Yeah. S'why 'm takin' ya home with me." He held out a hand to you and you carefully shook it, slowly starting to feel okay around him as you exchanged introductions.

"So, what now?" You didn't even know what you were asking about. Now-now? 'Home'-now? What about those apparently pups-now?

Daryl took you back out of the building after letting you gather your important belongings and met back with the ones from his community who had left behind, and you talked the whole way.

About how you wanted none of this and while you were thankful for Dwight getting rid of the leftovers and made sure no other women suffered your fate, you still somewhere wished it never took in the first place. Daryl could feel your hurt, and felt responsible for you even if he was just the donor. "I wanna help ya be comfortable. We didn't choose this but I think we can work sum'n out."

Yeah. You never wanted this to happen to you, but neither did Daryl and now you were both forced into being parents.

But you believed his words, you weren't sure if it was because you were connected now, but you were almost excited to go see where Daryl lived.

"I'm staying with you, right? They're not gonna make me live with strangers? I.. I don't think they'll trust me and--"

"Yer with me." His voice was stern, as to prove a point. "They ain't sayin' no to ya, ye'll be livin' at mah place. Wanna keep an eye on ya." He sounded almost ..excited?

"C'mon, we're leavin'. Ya should be restin'." Daryl helped you pack your stuff in the car with a man named Aaron and then took you to his ride.

A motorcycle you had seen Dwight on before. Now that you looked at Daryl better, you had seen Dwight in that vest too..

It took a moment to get comfortable behind Daryl on his bike, unsure where to hold onto and not wanting to press your belly against him and make him uncomfortable.

Once you and your stuff was all safe behind the walls of Alexandria and tucked away in your new house you allowed yourself to breathe.

Breathing quickly turned to crying, tears hidden under the warm shower while Daryl stood at the other side of the door. Your overwhelming negative outburst worried him and came to find you only to be stopped by a closed bathroom door. Not that it was locked, but he would never invade your privacy like that unless it was a life or death situation.

All he could do now was wait for you to be done in there and talk to you afterwards. He slumped against the wall beside door and listened to your muffled cries until they died down.

When you had scrubbed all of Sanctuary off your skin and your hair smelled of conditioner again you dried off and dressed in fresh, comfortable clothes and left the room only to find Daryl asleep next to the door. He sat propped up against the wall, his head lolled to the side and soft snores coming from him.

You tried to carefully wake him but he jumped up in attack immediately, dropping his hands and relaxing the moment he realized it was just you. "Shit m'sorry. Still ain't doi--" "It's okay, really. They hurt you pretty bad." Daryl took your now clean and relaxed self in, staring you up and down but hovering at your midsection. You had swapped the oversized hoodie for a tighter longsleeve that hugged your newly acquired curves perfectly. When you looked up at him he was still staring. It was really sweet how the admiration was visible even though he'd never admit it.

Your hand reached forward to take his and slowly placed his palm flat against your stomach. "You're their father, Daryl. You're allowed to touch."

Daryl's eyes shot up to yours, a whirlwind of emotions going through him as you spoke again.

"If you're up for it I'd like you to be their dad, too. I know we didn't choose this but we can choose now."

Daryl gave it a thought and yeah, you were right. What they did to both of you was nothing shy of traumatic, and while for Daryl it was technically over now that he was home again, you were still in the middle of it. "Yeah," he started. "Wanna try'n be their dad." You smiled up at him and he happily took in the loving look in your eyes.

"So ehh.." you couldn't help but shy away a little at the thought of your question. "You maybe.. wanna sleep with me tonight?" The deepest red ran up Daryl's cheeks as he avoided your gaze, but did stammer "Yeah."

Oh he was so cute as a human. So shy like this, unlike his ferocious beast side you heard killed some folks on his way out of Sanctuary.

So you pushed a bit, stepping against him so your small bump pressed against his stomach as your arms wrapped around his waist. "Can we do some pretend babymaking too? To make it feel a bit more real, please?" The last words were spoken an inch away from his lips, batting your eyelashes at him and pouting your lips.

It was like you had found the secret code to shut off his brain as he just stood there frozen until you backed off and laughed. The sound seemed to wake him up, seeing him think up an answer.

"Yeah. I think I'd like tha."

A/N: This idea had been making its rounds in my head for a while so now I finally wrote it.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolves #werewolf #human x monster #human x werewolf

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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I had an absolutely harrowing dream about Spy x Family last night, which I'm now inflicting on all of you.

I dreamt that Anya got kidnapped and put into some sort of science experiment program thing, and Loid figured out who took her and went to go find her without telling Yor. He was mere inches from saving her when he got hit with an amnesia sleep dart, and when he'd woken up, he'd forgotten who he was, but also Anya as well.

Worse than that, the scientist dude doing the experiments convinced him he was a member of staff who'd had an accident and that he worked there, and it was his job to enforce security around these telepathic mutant kids. And that makes sense. Right? He's strong and fast and good with weapons. Why wouldn't he be some kind of enforcer in a dangerous facility like this?

So there he is, going about his life, herding kids between cells and science experiments. Unable to shake the feeling that something is wrong. And then there's Anya, watching her Papa not recognize her. Turning his face away from her when she pleads for him, cries for him to remember her. To remember the mission.

Meanwhile, Yor is roaming the city, knives out, trying to find her fake family. Returning home to a lonely Bond. Bond who knows where they are -- who can feel Anya's distress -- but can't tell Yor because she doesn't have Anya's powers.

The spy organization is also going nuts trying to find him. Agent Twilight just doesn't go missing. He always checks in. Sometimes a little late, but he always claws his way back to them in the end, and if one day he doesn't? Well... it's always been assumed he'll die in the line of duty. It's a risk they all knowingly take.

I'd love to say my subconscious concocted a happy ending for all of this, but it didn't. The last thing I remember was Anya finding a way to escape with some other kids over a wall, except the wall was too big and Anya was so much younger than all the other kids so she fell and Loid caught her because he's Loid, he always catches her.

Maybe my brain would have chosen that moment to spark the recognition behind his eyes, but that's also when @mothman-etd's alarm went off, and Holly Mop came bounding up to the head of the bed wanting morning cuddles.

So here I am, bereft and moderately inconsolable over the knowledge that I don't have time to write for another fandom, no matter how much I want to fix the sad scenario my brain concocted for me while I was asleep.

I didn't even fuck up my meds or anything. It was just a really vivid, really sad dream. At least when I usually have this kind of hyper-detailed dream it's because I took my morning meds at night like an idiot, but noooo. Brain said fuck you, have some sadness. Asshole.

#spy x family #dreams #fanfic #except kinda not #just my own brain being a jerk

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melloraconteur · 7 months

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Day 002. | Roleplay + Inflation

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Synopthesis: Running through the forest to escape Simon was exhilarating. Using you as he wanted was his prize for his hard work.

Cont. Consensual NonCon, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it),

Word Count -> 1k

Kez Notes: Hiiii, sorry this took so long 😅. I had some trouble coming up with a situation.

Running in a forest was fun, if it was daylight and you had the right attire.

Now, running through a forest at night with only the clothes on your back with an over-250-lbs man chasing you down was terrifying. Branches seemed to reach for you, logs and rocks popping up in places you swore weren't there before, having to adapt on the fly to avoid crashing into the ground.

Every breath seemed to burn your lungs, the air chilly since it was autumn. You continued to run, pushing your body to run faster than what you usually did. Everything hurts. Your legs burn from overexertion, your body hot yet the sweat cooling on your body icy. Instinctual panic made breathing harder, the shadows becoming too dark and felt too menacing for your mind to remind you that you weren't in actual danger.

As if hearing your pleas for shelter, you saw an opening in the tree ahead, the moonlight barely illuminating its opening. Without another moment of hesitation, you dove into it, squirreling yourself as far as you could go. It's quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that serves as a warning. Your chest is heaving, your breaths heavy as you try to catch your breath.

You aren't prepared for a gloved hand wrapping around your wrist and dragging you out from your hidey hole, a scream leaving your lips.

Simon doesn't let your scream continue, his hand covering your mouth, the material scratchy and harsh against your soft skin. The ground is unkind to you as you thrash around, trying to force his weight off of you. He only puts more pressure on your flailing limbs, a soft groan coming from him as he watches you try to escape him.

He looks like the grim reaper, his dark military clothes blending in with the shadows. His ivory skull mask selling the look. You feel three taps to your ribs, him checking in on you. You tap his wrist the same amount, momentarily dropping the damsel-in-distress act to reassure him that you weren't actually afraid of him. His brown eyes soften before regaining the hard look.

"I'm gonna let you go, don't try to run." He says, leveling you with a look that promised that he would deliver a harsher punishment if you tried. You nod. He says no more, shuffling down until he is between your legs. He looks at your leggings like they personally offended him, tearing the stretchy fabric off of you with frightening ease.

You kick out, giving one last try that is trampled by Simon grabbing your leg and slamming it down, his grip becoming harsh and unforgiving, a grip that would surely give you bruises that you will admire in the mirror afterwards.

"Don't try that again, I'll break your fucking legs if you do." He spits out, grabbing your thighs and opening them to an uncomfortable position. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, taking it out and using it to cut your panties off.

A soft whine escapes your throat at the cold breeze on your wet pussy, another gush of slick wetting your pussy and your inner thighs. Simon watches, taking in the sight of your pretty drooling pussy clenching down on nothing, beckoning him to claim it once more.

He wastes no time, his leaking cock already straining against his jeans from the adrenaline of the chase. He shoves two fingers inside, a strangled yelp escaping you as your walls strain to accommodate the intrusion. Simon has had enough practice with your body, his thick fingers prodding a spongy spot in you that makes your hips buck into his, taking his fingers deeper, your back arching off the cold ground.

Your hips continue their wild movements, moans clawing up your throat and out your mouth when his thumb starts to play with your clit. It feels too much and too little at the same time, leaving you yearning for his heavy cock.

"Shh, I'll give it to you after you come on my glove." He purrs. He knows from experience that you needed to come at least once before he could slip inside your warmth.You huff at him. Moans slip out of your mouth as you feel your body heat up even more, your thighs starting to shake.

Your orgasm is a silent one. All at once, you feel the tension slip from your body, your thighs trembling as Simon continues to touch you through it. He pulls out his fingers, noting the creamy slick that covers his gloves with pride.

Your body goes limp, totally relaxed after your first orgasm of the night. You look down after hearing a zipper and the sound of clothes being pulled down. Simon was a beautiful sight. His pretty brown eyes look at you with a loving hunger, his fat leaky cock resting at your entrance, prespend joining your slick in a cocktail of fluids.

Just as you regained your breath, you lost it again when Simon started to push in. The stretch of his cock was intoxicating, addictive, even when it became somewhat painful. You never minded a little pain mixed with pleasure. You cried out when his tip knocked against your cervix, digging your nails into his arm. His thrusts are short and deep, not wanting to be apart from your drooling cunt and barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.

It doesn't take long before his thrusts become harsher, pounding into you at a punishing pace. You can hear his soft moans and grunts. He places a hand on your tummy, watching in fascination as his cock makes your tummy protrude.

His thumb returns to your clit, making you writhe under him as another orgasm steals your already stolen breath away. He groans above you, slamming into you and stilling, plugging you up as hot, thick ropes of cum fill you, your walls maintaining a vice grip on his cock, milking him for all his worth. He lets out a soft moan, feeling your tummy bloat more from the amount of cum being stuffed inside.

He lays on you, panting lightly. You reach up and gently kiss his cheek, whispering to him how good he felt, how good he made you feel, that you loved him. This was a vital part of your sex life. Reassuring each other prevented a lot of miscommunication between the two of you.

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.

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dilfspitdrinker · 10 months

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Let The Light In | Joel Miller x f!reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: so much pining, so much denial, so much self doubt. My goal is to have these guys clawing at the walls for each other before going feral. lmk how I'm doing bae. Hope y'all like this chapter even though it's mostly just two phone convos, lowkey thought the first one should've been at the end of the last chapter but too late for that now lol. Ch 6 is in the works. I heart you. Masterlist

Chapter 5

Joel called his brother the minute you were gone. He’d been out of the dating scene for so long now, ever since his split with Sarah’s mom when she was still a baby. He went through a period of dating around while she was still too young to remember, but soon came to the conclusion that no one was good enough for his daughter and she’s the only girl he needed anyway. You were the only person he’s had any desire to date since then. But now he was floundering, with no idea what kind of setting or activity would make a good night out. He figured Tommy, who was closer to your age, was his best shot at getting this right. Or maybe he’d suggest the stupidest idea Joel had ever heard. Wouldn’t be the first time.

On the other end of the line, Tommy sounded like he was choking. “What?!” He sputtered out a laugh, “You’re goin’ on a date? With who?”

“You don’t know her,” Joel muttered, already fed up with his brother’s antics.

“Obviously I don’t know her, that’s why I fuckin’ asked. Who the hell is this girl that agreed to go out with your grumpy ass?”

Joel was glad you actually hadn’t seen much of his grumpy attitude. For the most part, he was only like that at work, and left it at the door once he was home. “Will you just help me out here? I haven’t done this in a while.”

“What, get laid?”

“Fuck off. Why did I even fuckin’ bother with you-“

“Alright now, I’m done, I swear. So what does this girl like to do?”

Joel blanked. You liked painting with Sarah, you liked baking, you liked the beach. None of which were viable date options. “She uh, she likes tequila sunrises and margaritas.”

“Did you meet her at a bar or something?”

“No.”

“Jesus, man, is that the only thing you know about her? You’re not givin’ me much to work with here.”

He knew you’d been on several coffee shop dates. You said you liked the low-pressure atmosphere for a first date. But he wanted this to be more special than that.

Tommy offered the best he could, “Well since you know her drinks, and you apparently didn’t meet her at a bar, how ‘bout you take her to one?”

“Not a bar.”

“Why not?”

“I want it to be nicer than that.”

“How about a nice bar?”

“You are such a useless sack of shit.”

Tommy burst into laughter again. “You really tryin’ to impress her, huh?”

Joel sighed deeply, “I wanna treat her right, she deserves it.”

“Now I really wanna know who this is, gettin’ you all heartfelt? Haven’t seen that in a long while.”

“Can’t say I have either.” It was true. Something about you made Joel’s heart mushier than an overripe fruit. He’d felt twinges of it since the start, but had just barely started acknowledging it.

“Well since you’re a big softie now, how about dinner somewhere? Can’t go wrong with that.”

Joel only knew that you liked that one takeout place, and that wouldn’t do. “Where?”

“Figure it out yourself, you ain’t that clueless.”

“I oughta skin you alive.”

“Always the charmer,” Tommy’s shit eating grin could even be heard through the phone. “Good luck man.”

Joel tossed his phone onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. So then, dinner… somewhere. He racked his brain for every place that was at least more upscale than a diner.

His phone pinged– you got home safe. He sent back a quick goodnight text.

He decided to sleep on it. No use staying up waiting for inspiration, it was late enough already. He lumbered off to bed, anticipating that it would be a bitch to get up in the morning.

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The following day, you debated sending Joel a good morning text. You stared blankly at the phone in your palm for a solid five minutes straight before ultimately deciding against it. You huffed in frustration, wanting to throw the device out a window. You’d never felt this twisted up over a guy before, overthinking your every move. You always felt at ease around Joel before you made that call, before things got too personal. Was it really worth it to risk that? If this thing – whatever it was – didn’t work out, you had no idea where that would leave you two. Now that you thought about it, you hardly knew what a best case scenario “if it does work out” would look like either.

You got yourself ready for the day, cutting off the thought spiral. Staying busy was effective, for the most part. But there was always a space reserved for Joel in the back of your mind. You were brushing your teeth, but in that space you were on his couch with his hands all over you. You were driving to class, but in that space his lips were trailing down your neck. You were scrawling notes, but in that space you were sitting in his lap, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt and– fuck, new goal, see him shirtless.

It was a futile effort; as the morning dragged on, it only became more difficult to expel the blend of memories and imagination. You could only surface from your daydreams for long enough to throw together the final paragraph of your essay.

Work kept Joel busy. He was subjected to more teasing from Tommy, but that was expected. He could clear his face of emotion, but as much as he tried to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand, he couldn’t push you out entirely. In the searing heat of the Texas sun, the thought of you was a cool relief. Your image lived so pristinely in his mind. He could see you right in front of him, looking up, eyes so wide and shiny, and in the depths of them was something so… needy. Wouldn’t make it through the day if he continued that thought.

You were finally having lunch in your favorite coffee shop, reviewing notes from the lecture you just got out of. You couldn’t recall a single detail for the life of you, and were irked to see that your notes were pretty incomprehensible as well. You flipped the spiral notebook closed, resigning your efforts, you’d redo them from the textbook later. You nearly sprang up from your chair at the sound of your phone ringing. You pulled it out, already knowing who it was. For all your doubts earlier that morning, you had still giddily anticipated his call.

“Hi Joel,” you bit back a smile.

“Hey darlin’, how’s your day treatin’ you?”

“It’s been okay, cut it close with my essay but I finished it on time.”

“I’m sorry darlin’,” his tone a bit sheepish. “Don’t let me distract ya next time.”

You chuckled, “It was worth it.” The proposition of next time was something you stored away in your mind for later.

He made a noise of approval, “Glad I made a good impression.”

You were glad he couldn’t see you, the cheeky expression plastered on your face clearly read shut up, bastard. As much as you wanted to elaborate on just how good of an impression he made, you didn’t want to melt into a puddle on the coffee shop floor. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s work,” he grunted. “Hotter than hell out here. But I’m on my lunch break now, and talkin’ to my favorite girl.”

You caught yourself swinging your feet under the table.

“‘Scuse me, second favorite girl. As much as I like you, darlin’, can’t boot Sarah off of first place. Hope you understand,” he said wryly.

“I won’t lie, I was little jealous for a second there, but I can’t blame you. Sarah’s my favorite girl too.”

Joel’s heart swelled at that. Truly the easiest way to get to him, for better or worse, was through his daughter. And you seemed to do that every damn chance you got. All the times he’d collected her scattered art supplies and noticed new markers that you must’ve bought her, even after he told you not to. When he overheard you two singing together– something she somehow got too shy to do around him. Every time he found a container of leftovers in the fridge and knew you’d cooked her favorite meal. None of it was ever lost on him.

“So I got an important question for you,” he began.

“Yes?” you smiled uncontrollably now.

“Italian or Asian?”

“Asia is a pretty big place, Joel. What country are we talking here?”

He let out a hearty laugh, your new favorite sound. “Don’t tease me, you know I ain’t as bright as you. It’s uh, Chinese.”

“Olive Garden or Panda Express… tough decision.”

“It’s neither of those places,” he said gruffly, unamused.

You stifled a giggle, oddly satisfied with yourself for annoying him. “Let’s do Italian.”

“Does Friday night work for you? Let’s say, 7?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Alright, darlin’, I’ll see you then.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

You thought he’d say his goodbyes then, but he didn’t, “I got about fifteen minutes left of my break, I can uh, still chat if you’re not busy.”

You were more than happy to continue the conversation. It filled you with something akin to pride, hearing that he wanted to spend his break talking to you. Plus, you were eager to find out some more details about him. It took a bit of prying, but you uncovered that he could play the guitar.

“Yeah, I don’t bring it out much anymore.”

“Why not? I’d love to hear you play!”

“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a private concert.”

You toyed with the ends of your hair, “Do you sing too?”

“I can, not that I’m any good at it.”

You hummed, “I bet you’re great and you just don’t give yourself enough credit. How do you feel about karaoke bars?”

“Never been, actually.”

Appalled, you asked if he was joking, and even more appalled, heard that he wasn’t.

“Why not? They’re so fun! I mean I know it can be annoying if someone forces you to go up there, but it only takes a couple drinks to loosen up.”

“Well maybe I don’t want my talents exploited,” he said smugly, and if he were next to you right now, you’d pounce on him.

“Okay, we’re going,” you managed between laughs, “If it’s the last thing I do, I’m dragging your ass to a karaoke bar.”

“Only because it’s you, I swear,” he shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

It was too easy to talk to him, even when you felt the conversation was clunky on your end, he just bounced off you and kept it flowing. There was an irresistible charm in the way he spoke, and it was captivating just how damn effortless it seemed. His lack of karaoke experience seemed like his only flaw, and that would shortly be amended.

He informed you that his break time was up, and you detected some disappointment in his voice. “Friday at 7, I’ll pick you up. Have a good rest of your day, sweetheart.”

The new nickname had you squeezing the edge of the table, “You too Joel.”

You gave yourself a minute to scream internally before packing up your bag and quickly heading home, where you could scream externally in the comfort of your room.

Chapter 6

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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Just me thinking of touching sherlocks curls, they look so soft.... Sorry, I'm so desperate and wouldn't mind some cuddles and just play with his hair... 😪

This is so adorable. I hope you enjoy the short little something my mind finally ended up conjuring. I hope you can find some comfort in this as I've had and I hope you enjoy (: As always comments and reblogs are most appreciated!

Hold Me Close

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to any other sites. I only publish here and on A03)

Why do you expect so much from me?

You groan, trying to resist the urge to bang your head against the wall for what felt the thousandth time today. Your brain remained relentless pulling you down into its currents of torments but somehow you still prevailed despite it all. Your fingers continued tapping along your keyboard, eyes making no sense of the words that continue bluring along the screen.

It hurts, the longer your brain thinks, but you try, how you try to stop the doubt crawling in inch by inch. You let out a sigh, wanting to scream, give up, but that's not an option, it can't be you've come to far to crash and burn it all like this. So you groan, pushing yourself back from the desk, pacing back and forth.

Sherlock comes in, noticing you going back and forth, bottled up fury, oozing from you like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The twisting of your face, fingers digging into your hair, made something inside him twinge, his eyes softening, but he didn't know how you'd react. It was after all, a test of some sort, but he knew he didn't want to get burned, least of all by you.

“What is it, what do you want?” You can’t help the bite of your words the stinging sensation burning behind your eyes. Couldn’t you do anything right? Let alone not snap at the one person who made your life not a living hell?

He doesn’t say a word, pulling you in his arms, extinguishing your flame, coolness evaporating around you, making the world feel okay it all seemed less….scary and cruel, you could think clearer unworried about the future in that moment.

Only for a moment.

It can’t last forever now can’t it? Your cruel mind taunts, daring to pull you further down, burying it claws inside you, bringing you six feet under and back again.

Hands reach up into your hair, stroking it softly, as he urges you away from your office and up to your shared room. Wordlessly, he lays you down under the covers, carefully easing himself on top of you, head resting against yout chest murmuring encouragement, whispering sweet nothings you so craved deep down but never spoke of.

You need him, just him. Soon enough, you find your mind wandering, filled with thoughts of him as you siently begin playing with his curls, tugging them gently, a much needed distraction along with his steady breathing.

Your fingers in his curls has him melting and calms your mind. You're here. You're safe, the thoughts of failure, failure, failure, slowing down in your mind the more you begin to stay present, taking in your surroundings desperately trying to ground yourself to this. To enjoy the the temporary subsiding of your raging brain.

Oh how you wish you could throw it out make it new again and renew it all. Day by day is all it takes. But for now, you take it in kind, one kiss along your jawline, as he presses into you more. Soft whimpers fall from his lips, your thumb tracing along his jawline, hand caressing his face as he falls into you, nuzzling your neck, placing silent reverent kisses along it and you lean into him.

“Sherlock…” his name is like a prayer upon your lips and he continues in kind, soft feather light giving way to a deeper hunger. When his lips hover along your own, you sigh, tugging his curls gently wrapping your arms around his neck falling harder, further, into them, wanting needing more of this, more of him.

He kisses you deeper, full of desperation, silent whimper falling from him, admiring you, he can’t get enough. “Perfect, that’s right…” the kisses of his own fall back along your neck, enjoying your ministrations, pressing them along your collarbone, murmuring softer to himself.

You can’t fathom why your mind could think of anything beyond this, but it filled you with something more of joy rather than the dread following you for weeks. All you could ever ask for is for more nights like this, Sherlock in your arms for nothing felt more right than this moment.

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Hi! So I'm new to this page :) And I have a request please! Ofc do it whenever you're available no pressure. Im not sure if you do comfort. This is pretty In depth so please message me if this makes you uncomfortable.

My brother and my family got into a fight and he decided to leave and go live with our dad WHO ABUSED US. The fight was dumb. And I mean I won't pretend to be hurt he left. Hes abusive as well. He berated me, told everyone in our school about my Anorexia, tells me I'll never be loved, tells me im dumb, etc... I'm a pretty sensitive person. I always like to help when I can and I always offer comfort and advice when someone is struggling I dedicate my life to helping. ive helped him everytime he needed me. But he's never returned the favor. Now he's telling everyone lies about my family, me included. We fought, and im just frustrated that I lost my cool and I didn't just let it slide again. I'm angry about all the things he's saying and that I'm still angry. This is the "I want to throw things against a wall and break them" kind of mad and I'm just ashamed. This isn't like me. I'm usually positive and upbeat and happy. So being this angry is new and I feel like i shouldn't be. I should miss him but I don't.

Do you think you could do a comfort with Kirishima, Amajiki, or shoji? Or whoever you think fits best. I feel guilty and ashamed for how angry I am. Thank you for taking the time to read this. (Also this is a random tidbit I'm very short so I like the huge hugs) i apologize this turned into a vent.

━━ 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ;; 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, reader is crying from anger, reader is shorter than kirishima

✧ a/n :: hi my love, i tried my best to write something that would validate your feelings <3 you have every right to feel the way you do; you are so valid. if you're satisfied or not, please do tell me !

“i’m so angry, eijirou.” you whisper, pacing about with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. the amount of anger bubbling up in your blood is incredibly unnatural and your nails dig into the skin of your arms like claws— tearing something apart is all you can think about.

“i know, angel.” kirishima sits on the couch, red eyes focused on you. it constricts his heart to watch you so scattered— such a kind soul so torn over something that wasn't even their fault. he sees the deep creasing of your brows and he hopes he's imagining the way your hands are trembling a little. “talk to me, pretty.”

“i don't know why he'd say all of that about me— what did i ever do to him? why would i let him still have an effect on me?” your lip begins to quiver and kirishima watches his world start to crack in front of him. “this isn't me— i’m so angry, eiji—”

you don't need to say any more for eijirou to get up to engulf you in his arms. he takes you in like there's nowhere else you belong, and the familiar scent of him and the comfort he carries has the lump in your throat thickening uncomfortably.

“feel your anger, baby. feel it all, i’m here to hold you through it,” he whispers, going to kiss the top of your head before he rests his chin on it gently, running his hand up and down your back. you want to buckle into him when you understand how long it's been since you felt so heard, so seen.

you cling to the back of his shirt like a lifeline, hot tears dampening the material covering his chest. the anger feels like a fire being tamed, but the last of its flames hasn't quite been extinguished yet.

“it’s not okay for me to be so angry— i’m supposed to be able to help myself—” your voice is slightly muffled by you holding onto each other so tightly, and eijirou is quick to intercept. he slowly pulls away enough to be able to cup your tear-streaked face with both hands, with his thumbs brushing against your skin— gently as if it were glass— to wipe away your tears.

“i need you to look at me when i say this.” eijirou’s eyes scan your teary ones, making sure you're hearing every single word he says. “if there's anyone who has the right to anger, it's you. you've been dragged through so much, and you are still one of the kindest people i know. so kind and so selfless— people like you don't deserve people like him.”

your breathing is deep and you can barely bring yourself to nod fully at what he's telling you. “he never deserved you missing him anyway, okay?”

kirishima kisses your forehead before he brings you in again to hold you tight, protecting you from whatever he can. the soothing rhythm of his hand moving against your back begins to soothe you a little and you let out a slightly easier breath.

“you’re allowed to be as angry as you need to be, pretty. i’m here to love you through it all.”

you note how he repeats the nickname ‘pretty’ though you feel you're the farthest thing away from it right now. there are times you wish you could see yourself through eijirou’s eyes and find the beauty he speaks so adamantly about, and this is definitely one of them.

what he does show you is how much he cares, how much he loves you by how long he stays right there, just like that for you. kirishima’s presence calms the rage into something manageable, something you no longer have to deal with alone.

and if he's lucky, he hopes you'll never have to deal with it without him again.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#— emergency requests #kirishima x reader #kirshima x you #kirishima x y/n #kirishima comfort #kirishima x gn!reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #mha x reader #mha comfort #bnha x reader #bnha kirishima #i hope this cheers you up a little my love <3

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MediwhumpMay Day 19 -alt prompt Broken Bones

There's nothing medical about today's comic tbh.

CW: nonsexual nudity, assault with a hammer, major knee damage, creepy whumper

Page 2 and 3 were drawn on my IPad in the back of a car on a pothole filled road be kind T-T

Reward and punishment were a delicate balance. If he was meek and complaint Kotarou would let him rest, give him clothes, or even bring him treats. Aziphem truly felt broken when he accepted those gifts but the small relief it gave him made it worth it.

Punishments, however, were left in their true form to Haziel.

Of course when he first saw that blonde bastards face he couldn't believe it. The same scared little angel he had stalked through the mortal plane, the one he had almost torn to shreds no longer feared him.

The first strike made contact, the blunt end of the hammer shattering his right kneecap.

"What, that little love bite you gave me? You think that's what this is about?" Haziel laughed, lifting the hammer for a blow to Aziphem's shin that sent black spots through his vision. "You and I both know you have more to beg for forgiveness for."

"I'm sorry oh God Haziel I am so sorry-"

"Keep that word out of your mouth demon!"

This time it was the clawed end that struck, burying itself in and dislocating Aziphem's left knee. As if trying to pry out a nail, Haziel pressed back on the handle lifting the knee cap up with the ripping of muscle and sinew ringing in Aziphem's ears.

"I wonder if I could pop it out..."

"Haziel I'm sorry I hunted you." It was a quiet whimper, Aziphem not daring to move. Not that he could really move his legs.

"Go on." The slight southern accent drawled.

"I'm sorry I hunted you. I'm sorry all those times I bit you. I'm sorry I tried to eat your sister." The words spilled out between gasps of pain as Haziel oh so gently rocked the hammer. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

The angel laughed. "Not bad. Not bad at all. But..." in a swift jerk Haziel twisted the hammer, the kneecap ripping fully out of place.

It was at that moment Aziphem lost what little control he had left of his body, collapsing into a violent, guttural, feral scream that echoed off those accursed white walls.

But over that scream he could still hear the soft whisper in his ear.

"You also dented my car sweetheart. Forgot that?" The angel leaned in close to whisper, giving a soft kiss to Aziphem's ear that turned into a toothy bite. "Now, let's see what I can do with the last 2 minutes."

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Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 5

You never call, baby, when you say you will

Summary: A party. A rescue. A conversation.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Frat parties come with their own warning. Frat boy getting handsy. Mentions of death. Grief. Angst. Reader is dumb. Joel being vulnerable as hell.

A/N: I struggled really hard with this chapter. I'm still not sure if I love it, but it tells the story I wanted to tell. This will be the second to last chapter, I think. Thanks for reading babies, I love you all! Also I'm aware it's the middle of the night, but if I don't post this rn I'll delete it lmao.

Frat parties are objectively the worst place to be on a Friday night. There’s loud, shitty music being blasted over a stereo system some asshole’s dad bought for them. There’s about 100 people crammed into a space made to house three or four at the most. And there’s the douchebag pressed into your side, yelling in your ear about football or something.

Em and Coop convinced you to go out after you filled them in on the Professor Joel tea. Coop told you she thought it seemed too good to be true. Em suggested the frat party, and subsequently a frat boy, as a way to get him off your mind. Neither one of them were anywhere to be found now. They weren’t usually ones to ditch you, so you assume they really wanted you to go home with someone tonight.

“Are you even listening to me?” the aforementioned douche yells in your ear. He’s tall and broad and you may have even found him attractive once upon a time. He’s not really your type anymore.

“No. Not really,” you yell back over the music. He moves in closer to you, crowding you against the wall.

“That’s alright baby, we don’t have to talk,” and he crashes his mouth into yours. You push against his chest, trying to get him away from you, but he doesn’t budge. His hand slips under your tank top and you drop your shoulder into him and shove him away from you.

“Fuck you, dude!” you scream at him, getting stares from several people near you. You storm out of the room, hearing him call out “Fucking bitch!” at your back.

The sea of drunk people grinding on each other makes the door hard to reach, and you can feel panic clawing at your throat as you shove through the crowd. Tears well up in your eyes, making it hard to see, and you’re so overwhelmed by the noise and the people all around you that you can’t catch your breath.

Finally, you make it to the door and burst outside as a sob rips from your throat. The smokers on the porch eye you warily, but no one bothers you as you make your way to the side of the house. You lean against the siding and drop to the ground, pulling out your phone.

You have a couple messages in your group chat, a “happy hunting ;)” from Coop and a “wrap it before you tap it,” from Em. They’re idiots, but you love them. You take a deep breath and pull up your contacts, searching for Joel’s name.

The phone rings for a long time before he picks up and gives you a sleepy, “Hello?” You can’t bring yourself to say anything for a long time, just breathing into the phone. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, seeming more awake now, worry creeping into his voice. You start fully sobbing now, not just about the frat boy but about everything.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Can- can you come get me?” you whimper, ashamed that you need him right now.

“Of course, darlin’. Where are you?”

“Farmer Avenue. It’s a frat party.”

“I know it. Be there in 5, baby. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?”

“No, it’s okay, J- Joel. Thank you.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

You hang up the phone and shoot the girls a message telling them you’re heading home with someone and you’ll fill them in tomorrow, promising you only had one drink and you’re fine.

A big white truck pulls up to the curb and you scramble off the ground, half jogging to the truck and yanking the door open. Joel stares down at you from the driver’s seat, and you suddenly remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. Kind of hard to be pissed when he’s saving your ass like a knight in shining armor… white steed and all.

“Hi… thanks for the rescue,” you mumble as you pull yourself up into the passenger seat.

“Anytime, sweetheart, put your seatbelt on,” Joel says gently.

You put it on and look out the window, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for having to call him.

“Can I ask what you were doing at a frat party, darlin’?” And that makes it a thousand times worse.

“No,” it’s none of his fucking business what you do in your free time.

Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, “My place okay?”

“Won’t your wife be pissed?” you snap at him, shooting him a glare. He doesn’t respond, but you see his hand tighten on the wheel.

“Doubt it.”

You’re both silent for the rest of the short drive.

Joel pulls into the driveway of a small, one story brick house and is out of the truck and in the door before you can even get your seatbelt off. You make your way inside and find yourself in the living room. There’s a couch separating the entryway from the rest of the room and bookshelves on either side of a TV on the far wall. There aren’t a lot of decorations and, honestly, the place looks like a bachelor pad. Joel appears from the hallway with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hand.

“I’ll take the couch. You can have my bed. Bathroom is on the left, bedroom’s on the right. It’s the only one. You can’t miss it,” Joel snarks.

“Okay. Thank you,” you squeak, a blush rising to your cheeks. If there’s only one room, he probably doesn’t have a kid living here. Maybe he got divorced? But then why would he have a picture of his ex-wife on his desk? “Actually, Joel…” you trail off, trying to find the courage to ask him what you need to ask him. “Can we talk?”

“It’s late. You’ve been drinking-”

“No! I only had one drink, like 2 hours ago. Please, Joel.” You won’t be able to sleep until you talk to him. Anxiety and dread will keep you up for the rest of the night, going over every possibility.

Joel heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “Go change, I’ll make you some tea.”

You walk over and take the clothing from him, staring up into his face for a moment. He looks tired and sad, a deep crease between his brows and a look in his eyes you haven’t seen before. Joel turns and heads to the kitchen. You shake your head and go find the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, you sit at Joel’s kitchen table as he pulls the kettle off the stove and pours boiling water into two mugs. He sets your tea in front of you and sits at the table across from you. It’s a small table. The whole house is small. 3 people wouldn’t live here.

“So. Who are the woman and kid in that picture, Joel? I need to know,” you ask the question that’s been on your mind for two full days. You dread the answer.

“My wife Ashley and my daughter Sarah.” You meet his eyes. It’s exactly the answer you expected, but you had hoped it wasn’t true.

“So I am your side piece. You really thought I’d be okay with that Joel? What the fuck is wrong with you?” All your anger comes rushing back to the surface.

“They’re dead.”

Oh. Oh shit. “Fuck.”

Joel looks down at his mug, twirling it in his fingers.

“I’m so sorry, Joel, fuck.” You are so fucking stupid.

“Don’t.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ Don’t apologize. No way you coulda known, darlin’”

He doesn’t sound angry with you. Just sad. So fucking sad. His shoulders are hunched in and his whole face is pinched and his breaths are coming out shaky. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything. You stand up from the table and warily make your way over to him. You settle a hand on his shoulder and he immediately turns and buries his face in your stomach, wrapping his arms around you. You slide your arms around his head and hold him close, savoring the feeling of him pressed against you.

He takes a few more shaky breaths. “It was a car accident. 20 years ago… I- I was driving,” he whispers into your (his) shirt. You drop a kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Joel,” you breathe into his hair.

He squeezes you hard, then pulls back and peers up at you, eyes watery. “It was a long time ago. Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“I’m sorry I just ran out on you. And didn’t call. And skipped class today. Fuck Joel, I’m such an asshole.” Joel stands up and kisses you on the forehead.

“We can talk more tomorrow, if you want. It’s late, let’s go to bed darlin’.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom. There’s a large bed in the center of the room, a nightstand on the right side but not the left, and a dresser under the window. Again, the evidence that he lives alone is all but screaming in your face.

You stand in the doorway as he strips off his jeans and tosses them into the corner of the room. He pads over to the bed and crawls under the covers, laying on his side facing you. “You comin’?” He looks at you with wide puppy-dog eyes.

Your mouth quirks into a one-sided grin. He looks adorable right now. Nothing like the hardened asshole you thought you knew. You walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers with him. You press your chest against his back and throw your arm around him, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. You press little kisses against his clothed shoulder and squeeze him as tight as you can.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night, Darlin’.”

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Freedom - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: Freedom

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 1,145 words

Warning(s): mention of violence/potential violence

Summary: A hunter meets a vampire. The unstoppable force meets the unbreakable object, allowing for the ultimate battle between logic and desire.

Author's Note: Here's that longer plotline I mentioned on my last imagine.

Part of this was inspired by a gorgeous monologue written by Ross McGregor and performed by Christopher Tester. You can find it here! It was truly the last thing that I needed to help me tie this whole plotline together, so go check it out. It's fucking beautiful work.

PART TWO HERE

PART THREE HERE

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"I know what you are."

I froze on the landing of the stairs, looking up at the top of the other staircase.

Walt stood on the top step; one eyebrow slightly raised. He tilted his head at me. Like he expected me to spill every secret to him just because he looked at me.

I knew in my heart what he was referring to. If someone gets a job on your estate with some ulterior motive, you will probably notice at some point.

I was a hunter.

I had been for a long time.

My hunting partner had sent me on this job, insisting that I was the best choice to go undercover and figure out the truth about what was happening in the manor.

I was meant to run under the radar, take care of the vamp, and run for the hills.

I had been there for weeks.

I was convinced I knew who it was. I believed it was Mr. Fields. He was constantly tense and seemed to be always overly cautious. I can admit when I'm wrong, but I didn't think I was at the time.

All I had to do after that was find the time to take care of him.

Which was proving ridiculously difficult.

That's the only reason that I had been there as long as I had.

I never meant for Walt to even notice me.

But once he had, I couldn't just avoid him. It would've given away that there was something about me to focus on.

We talked. A lot.

I had confessed more to him than I ever meant to. I had managed to tell him so much about myself without saying I was a hunter. I shouldn't have said as much as I did, but he seemed so interested and so... kind.

And now he was standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at me like he was daring me to do something. Run, fight, anything at all.

"What do you mean," I finally asked. I needed confirmation.

"A hunter."

There it was.

Nevertheless, I scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Walt."

"You don't?"

"Not at all."

"I don't believe you," he started walking down the steps. "Hunters... they always get just a little too confident."

When he made it down most of the stairs, I took off, going to run down the rest of the staircase. The one night I didn't have a weapon. I had no intention of fighting. He was right behind me, dragging me away from the steps and shoving me to the wall, pinning my wrists with his hands. I flinched a bit, having narrowly avoided hitting the things on and by the wall.

Walt offered a sickeningly sweet smile.

I caught sight of the fangs in the dim light around us. I had been so convinced that it was Mr. Fields. I was such an idiot.

"You hide it well," Walt said quietly. He was so calm that it made me entirely uneasy. "Many hunters have shown up on my doorstep... you've been the most impressive."

I tried to kick him, or just move my leg some way. It didn't work.

"Shh, shh, shh," he chuckled a bit. I felt his claws dig into my skin slightly. "Stop moving."

I calmed down, realizing the risk right now.

"I could kill you now," he muttered, his lips finding my neck. "Hunters were always the most satisfying... but I have no interest in that now."

He pulled away again. I don't know what he was looking for as his eyes scanned every part of my face.

"You are... something very, very different... so clever and so brave and so... tempting..."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze. His lips were slow, attempting to guide mine to move with them. I almost did. My eyes started to flutter close, longing starting to stop my logical thought.

He pulled away as he moved from holding my wrists to gently holding my hands. Vulnerable. Open for me to take action. Shove, fight, hit.

But I didn't. I couldn't.

He lifted one of my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm before turning it over to kiss the back. He held it there for a while. It was like he wanted to stop time and hold onto this moment.

"Leave him," Walt said softly. I blinked at him, suddenly snapping back into focus. "Stay here... with me."

I didn't answer. I wanted to quickly decline. To kill him and go home to my normal life. Achieve what my partner wanted of me.

Walt's eyes were closed as another kiss was pressed to my hand.

"He craves your usefulness," he continued. "Your obedience. I... I just want you. You've captured my mind and my heart. I long for you. Stay with me. Please."

"I...," still speechless. How long had it been since I was last speechless? Had that ever happened?

"Imagine it," Walt moved back, guiding me away from the wall.

He stepped behind me when we reached the middle of the landing. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"All of this... ours," he muttered. "You would have your own room for your research and your weapons. Every decision would be yours. At last, your choice. You would be loved, taken care of. Nothing earned, everything offered. And then, when the time is right, you will be joined to me forever. We'll dance through midnights and love for centuries. Unstoppable."

I felt like his words were circling my mind, burrowing into whatever part they could find until they had overwhelmed me. I had never heard something like that before. Not directed at me anyway.

"Let me provide everything that man could never," Walt gently kissed my neck, humming against the skin. "Let me adore you."

I took a deep breath. "My life... my work... all my own?"

"All I ask is your love and commitment."

It wasn't the only factor that I was considering, but I needed to know. Locking myself in this house would have driven me mad. Being able to work... to continue my purpose in this world... that's what I needed. I couldn't prove his love false, but I could do just that with his actions.

I turned around in his arms.

He grinned at me.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. His hold on my sides tightened and he pulled me closer. I touched the sides of his face, grinning into the kiss. I had never had a moment feel more complete. I felt at peace. Free.

I leaned back, resting my forehead against his. "Yes... I'll stay."

His grin grew into a wide smile.

Thus was the beginning of my eternity. And what a brilliant eternity it would be.

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Let the Tests Begin

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A JSE Fanfic

I may have forgotten to queue this. Which sucks because I was really excited for this one? How did I forget? I guess I'm really working on finishing Many Roads Diverge now that I'm getting close to the finish line with that one, haha. Anyway. The guys are still in IRIS. And IRIS thinks it's about time to start their plans with them. JJ is having a particularly bad time with this. And Schneep finds out that there are new tests for him to go through after his escape last time.

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“Hello again, Dr. Parker.”

Jackie looked up as the door opened. He was sitting on the side of the bed but he quickly scrambled to his feet. It was that same man from before. What was his name? Right, Daniel. There were also two C&C guards with him. “H-hi,” Jackie said in a shaky voice. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d last seen these guys. There wasn’t a clock in the room. But he knew that it must be a while, as he’d fallen asleep for a bit and woken up with hunger clawing at his stomach.

“We have decided to move you to a second location,” Daniel said calmly.

“Um... why?” Jackie asked, trying not to sound too combative.

“Well this room isn’t exactly built for comfort, is it?” Daniel says, gesturing around the room. “We have a better one set up for you. If you’ll please come with us.”

Jackie hesitated. Then he nodded slowly. Maybe he could get a lay of the land while they moved him. Find out where the others are, if they’re also here. Because it was clear that IRIS wasn’t planning on telling him anything. “Okay. Um... let’s go.”

The hallway outside looked like a normal hallway in an office building, with white plaster walls and linoleum tile on the floor. It kind of threw Jackie off, honestly. If it wasn’t for the reinforced doors he might have been anywhere nondescript. The two C&C guards stood on either side of him. Jackie waited for them to grab him or something, but they didn’t. And they didn’t move, either. They just stood there in the middle of the hallway. Were they waiting for something?

Apparently they were, as another one of the doors opened up, and a pair of C&C officers appeared, dragging someone out. “—your fucking hands off me!” the person was shouting.

Jackie would know that swearing voice anywhere. “Anti?!” he gasped, rushing towards him. One of the guards grabbed him by the back of the hoodie and yanked him back.

But he’d gotten Anti’s attention, at least. He stopped struggling and looked over at Jackie, eyes wide. “J-Jackie?!”

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, other than these fuckers bruising my arms up.” Anti struggled slightly, but the two C&C guards refused to let go of him. “Have you seen any of the others?!”

“N-no, but they have to be here, don’t they? If both of us are.”

While the two of them talked, Daniel gestured at the C&C guards, and they started walking down the hallway. Anti growled and started fighting back again. “Let me go! Let me—Jackie, help! We can get out of here together!”

“Wh-what about the others?” Jackie asked.

“We can find them! C’mon!” Anti tried to yank an arm free of the guard’s grip, but they were holding too tight. “Jackie!”

Jackie hesitated. But decided he couldn’t leave Anti behind. He darted forward, trying to pull Anti from the guards’ grasp—but then the other two C&C guards grabbed him from behind and yanked him back. He yelped. “Please, Dr. Parker, I thought you were smarter than that,” Daniel said. “Don’t worry. You’ll be safe and taken care of.”

“Don’t listen to their bullshit, Jackie!” Anti shouted. “Last time I was here these guys locked me in a room and did some shit to my brain!”

“The Dr. Hopkins Assessment is a perfectly safe test,” Daniel said.

Anti glared at him. He growled again, sounding almost feral, and snapped his teeth, trying to bite the C&C guards. Or maybe not actually trying to bite them. Surely Anti was smart enough to realize his teeth couldn’t pierce the C&C uniforms. But the guy he snapped at did flinch. Very slightly, but definitely flinched. So maybe Anti was just trying to intimidate them.

“Anti, please, c-calm down,” Jackie stammered, trying to avoid being dragged by the guards. “W-we need to think—”

“I’m not going to be fucked with again, Jackie!” Anti interrupted, his voice cracking with fear.

Jackie winced. “Th-they’re not going to—Well, I-I guess I don’t know anything about them, do I?” He shook his head and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Anti, listen. I-I know a lot about these guys. I... worked for them.”

“When did you do that?!”

“Shhh!” Jackie glanced at Daniel and the C&C guards. They could probably hear them no matter how quietly they talked. But the whispering gave him an illusion of security that he desperately needed as they were being dragged along. “It’s a long story. I didn’t know they’d taken you, o-or any of the other fucked up shit they do. But I do know stuff about their organization and all that.”

Anti shook his head. “I... I’ll think about those implications later. What can you tell me now?”

Jackie glanced around. “I don’t recognize this area, I think we’re in a different compound than the one I was in. But, uh, with how normal it looks we’re probably on the surface level. Maybe on a higher floor, if there are multiple floors here. M-Marvin might be here, too, but from how they talked about Schneep and JJ, they’re probably keeping them somewhere more secure.”

The C&C took them around a corner. This hallway looked the same as all the others. “So what, you think we should try to find them first?” Anti asked. “I don’t think we’ll get a chance to, to be honest!” He pulled against the guards. “They’re gonna lock us up, Jackie! We might not get another opportunity! W-we can go find the others now!”

“Please remain calm, Mr. McLoughlin,” Daniel said. “We’d hate to resort to force.”

“Oh, would you?” Anti snarled. “Jackie! Come on!”

Jackie’s mind whirled. He wanted to protest, to take this slow, but Anti was right. He didn’t know if they’d have another opportunity. He glanced down at his hand, and Anti followed his gaze. Jackie held out three fingers. Two. One—

Jackie shouted out, causing the guards to look at him in surprise. At once, the two of them pushed against the guards, struggling in unison. Anti managed to get an arm free. He tried to punch one of the guards, but they barely flinched. And Jackie didn’t even get free at all. Daniel turned back to look at the scuffle, frowning, looking almost disappointed. “Very well, then.”

One of the guards hit Anti in the side of the head. He gasped and went suddenly limp. Jackie cried out in surprise, but another guard hit him in the same place, pain bursting across his temple. He slumped, and the C&C guards dragged the both of them down the hall to a pair of doors across from each other. Daniel took out a keycard and pressed it to a reader next to each door, and the guards dragged Anti and Jackie to each one.

“N-no!” Anti shouted, flailing weakly. “Jackie! Jackie!”

“W-we’re going to get out of this!” Jackie said, trying to plant his feet on the ground and push back against the guards trying to get him into the room. “I promise!”

Then the guards overpowered him and pushed him into the room. Jackie stumbled back, landing flat on his back. He looked up to see the door already slamming shut, locking him in this new room.

Jackie got to his feet slowly and looked around. This really didn’t look too different than the room he was in before. The walls were light blue instead of the weird half-blue, half-blank-concrete they’d been in the last room. There was an alcove in the corner with a curtain hanging from the ceiling, pushed to the side to show a toilet and sink. The bed and table were bolted to the floor, and there were more blankets and an extra pillow on the bed. Other than that, it was pretty much the same, with two chairs for the table and a camera dangling from the corner of the ceiling.

But even these small differences spelled a different picture. This place was clearly more built for long-term living than the room where he’d been before. So... they really did intend to keep them here for the foreseeable future. Jackie’s throat was suddenly dry with nerves. He’d assumed that was the situation. But it was different to have that guess silently confirmed.

Jackie wandered over to the table and sat down. There was a paper plate and cup on the table. The plate had a sandwich and the cup had water. Jackie hesitated for a moment, but he was too hungry to resist. He ate and drank, quickly devouring it.

The next room over, Marvin sat up in bed, listening intently. Those shouts... were they who he thought they were? The others were here too? Or—Jackie and Marvin, at least? He’d guessed so, but—that really was them? He felt a bit hopeful, hearing them nearby. Even though that meant they were trapped here too. At least he wasn’t alone.

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Jameson had no idea how long he’d been in this room. It felt like forever. He’d spent all of it stuck in his own head, thoughts swirling around all the terrible things that IRIS could do to him. He sometimes had trouble with this anxiety spiral. But his usual ways of snapping out of it couldn’t work while he was stuck in this room. He couldn’t distract himself with anything, and he couldn’t reach out to any of his friends to talk about it. He tried going to sleep but that didn’t help, either. Even when he closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

Would they experiment on him? They would, wouldn’t they? IRIS didn’t know about magicians. They would want to figure out how his powers worked. What if they tried to take his magic? That was a part of him! Though he knew he would be able to live a happy life without special powers, he wouldn’t be himself anymore. He would never be able to forget the loss of it.

At some point while he was trying to sleep, there was a strange hissing noise, sounding somewhat pneumatic, and then a thump. JJ raised his head and saw a part of the wall had slid open. Inside was an alcove with a tray on it. He sat up and walked over. Luckily this alcove was within reach of the cuff tethering him to the floor. He picked up the tray. This was... food. A square sandwich with some cheese and unknown meat inside, a handful of apple slices, And a small cup with water in it... or, he assumed it was water. There was some sort of powder mixed in that made it kind of cloudy.

There was writing on the tray beneath the food. ‘Please put the tray back in the compartment when you are done. You will not get another meal until the tray and cup are returned.’

JJ glanced at the camera. They would know if he tried anything, wouldn’t they? The only place that was free of their view was the alcove with the toilet and sink. But... that probably wasn’t a good place to eat. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ate slowly. He still wasn’t sure what meat the sandwich had. Its taste wasn’t familiar. Maybe it was something processed. The powder in the water gave it a vaguely fruity taste, in a weak, artificial way. The apple’s taste was also weak and watery. But he ate it all anyway. He’d probably need the energy. Then he put the tray and cup back in the alcove. The wall slid closed again silently, and then there was another hiss.

After a while, Jameson started to regret the food. His stomach was flipping over and over with his nerves, and the food didn’t help. Especially once he started worrying about what was in it. Didn’t Schneep say that they drugged him with food while he was here? Would Jameson notice if something was off? Was he feeling tired because he’d been awake for a while or because they really did put something in the food?! He should stay awake, just in case.

Despite his efforts to stay awake, he did doze for a bit, drifting in and out of consciousness for what must have been only minutes at a time.

Until he heard the door to the cell open, and then he immediately snapped to full wakefulness. He sat up, staring as that woman in the white coat walked in, along with two more C&C guards. One of them carried some sort of box in one hand, the size of a car battery, holding it by a handle. Jameson swallowed the lump in his throat. He pulled his knees close to his chest, curling up slightly.

The woman—the doctor—said nothing at first. She gestured at the two guards, and they continued walking forward until they reached Jameson. “Hold out your hands,” the doctor said.

Jameson hesitated. Then he slowly did so, assuming that they were going to handcuff him or something. He was correct. The guard with the box flipped open the side, pulling out a pair of plastic cuffs made out of the same material as the ankle cuff. They snapped them around Jameson’s wrists and he winced slightly as they dug into his skin. As the other guard unlocked the manacle around his ankle, JJ stared at the box. There was a plastic tether connecting the cuffs to the interior of it. Was his comparison of it to a car battery more correct than he thought? Was that box a power source for these cuffs? A power source for what?

Out of curiosity, JJ tried to conjure up some magic after the tether around his ankle was gone. Just some lights.The pain was instant—racing up his wrists from the cuffs. He gasped in pain and instinctively jerked back, trying to pull away. But of course, he couldn’t.

“Please don’t try anything, subject,” the doctor said, noticing his reaction. “Your anomalous abilities will not work. Now if you would stand up and follow me.”

Jameson took a shaking breath and stood. The two C&C guards started walking away, forcing him to follow or get dragged along by the cuff tether. He hurried after them and the doctor as they walked out the metal cell door and into the hallway.

The hallway had white walls and a concrete floor. To the left, it was lined with more metal doors. To the right, it extended for a short distance and then ended in a pair of double-doors with small circular windows in the upper half. The doctor and guards led him that way, pushing through the doors and into the room beyond.

This was an octagonal room, its white walls lined with metal tables and cabinets. Four tables took up the center, a two-by-two formation... no, they weren’t tables. They were... beds. Gurneys? Something like that. With attached leather straps.

Jameson stopped walking. He knew what this was. The panic that filled his chest at the sight of it froze him in place. Even as the guards continued walking forward, trying to pull him along, his legs wouldn’t move. They were locked to the floor. One of the guards sighed—the first sign of humanity that he’d seen from any of these guys—and doubled back, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, dragging him over to one of the beds.

He should probably try to fight it, shouldn’t he? But he couldn’t. It was all he could do to keep breathing. Tears caused his vision to blur. Gruesome sights kept popping into his mind against his will. The guards pushed him onto the bed, pulling leather straps over his chest and legs. A sob escaped his throat. They pushed his still-bound hands towards his chest, bending his elbows, and strapped those down there as well.

The doctor from before was speaking. It took Jameson a moment to push through his panic to listen to what she was saying. “—first examination, and we are also testing to see if something can externally trigger the anomalous properties.”

Examination? So—not an operation, then? Is that what that means?

He lifted his head slightly, turning to look at her. Huh. There were other doctors in the room, too. How had he not noticed them sooner? He must have been freaking out too much. They were all milling about, many of them holding clipboards or tablets—taking notes, perhaps? He stared at the tables surrounding the edge of the room. They were empty. Or at least, all the ones that he could see were, as he turned his head back and forth. If this was an operation, then they would need tools, right? If they didn’t have them, then it wasn’t an operation, was it? He hoped he was right in that assumption. He really, really hoped he was right.

One of the doctors wheeled something over to the bed where Jameson was lying. Some sort of tall instrument, shaped like an upside-down L. There was a square light at the end of the top arm, and a computer attached to the back, complete with keyboard. The doctor typed something on it, and the instrument whirled to life, some sort of engine running. Jameson jolted in surprise—oh god please don’t let that be some sort of scifi vivisection machine—and started trembling in the restraints. The doctor slowly moved the instrument along the side of the bed. The square light turned off, then on again, sending a wave of blue light downwards. Oh. It was some sort of scanner. Jameson relaxed slightly. But not entirely.

The machine scanned him, starting at his feet and moving upwards. Jameson didn’t feel anything, but it was still very unnerving. Especially with all the doctors around staring at him as this happened. Occasionally writing something down. He tried not to look at them, but it was hard to forget they were there.

Once the scan was finished, the doctor pulled the scanner away, typing more on the computer. “Dr. Day? How does this look?”

The doctor who’d gotten Jameson from his cell walked over. Ah, so her name was Dr. Day, then? Good to know, Jameson supposed. Dr. Day stared at the computer screen. She frowned. “The quality seems to have dropped. Do another scan. Subject, please stay as still as possible while the scanner does its work.”

Again? Jameson swallowed a lump in his throat and stared blankly up at the ceiling, focusing on not moving at all. It was better than thinking about the doctors watching. But even so, his thoughts never strayed too far from them.

Dr. Day deemed the second scan good enough. She gestured for the other doctors to join her, and they all clustered around the computer on the scanner. “As you can see, the subject is healthy except for a slight iron deficiency, likely caused by a lack of meat in the diet, and the obvious throat damage. What can we tell by the scarring pattern on the neck?”

“It looks like an animal attack, one with claws,” another doctor said.

“There would be other scarring on the body if it was an animal attack, right?” A second one countered. “Animals don’t target specific areas of the body.”

“Actually, the patterns look a bit like... human scratches?” A third said. “Look, four fingers and a thumb. It matches up.”

“So it was an anomaly,” the first one said decisively. “Humans don’t have nails that sharp.”

Jameson felt more tears threatening the corners of his eyes. He squeezed them closed, trying to push them back. The way they were talking about him, like he wasn’t even here... like he wasn’t even human... He was feeling sick again.

“This is likely caused by ALTR 53815-A,” the doctor said. “A peripheral anomaly of ALTR 53815. How many of you have dealt with peripherals?” There was a moment of silence. Jameson didn’t open his eyes, but he guessed some of the doctors were silently responding. “Good. Those of you who haven’t, refer to the handbook. This subject’s anomalous properties are likely unrelated to 53815. They do not seem to be coming from a specific location in his body, but rather all over. We are unsure if he is yet worthy of ALTR status. That is what we will determine over the course of these examinations. But first, we must establish parameters. Dr. Patel, if you please.”

Jameson heard the sound of people moving around. But he didn’t open his eyes until he felt something clamp down onto his upper arm. Then his eyes flew open and he stared down at it. Some sort of metal cuff, attached via wire to a square cylinder on wheels with lots of lights and another attached computer. Another doctor was typing away on it. And then stopped. The cylinder started whirring, like there was a fan inside.

They were all staring at him. Waiting.

Jameson looked away, staring back up at the ceiling. He also waited for something to happen. But he couldn’t feel anything. Just the metal clamp pressing down on his arm, the discomfort shifting to hurt the longer it stayed on there.

“Increase the signal,” Dr. Day said. Jameson heard more typing sounds, and the whirring from the cylinder grew louder. Still nothing happened. “Increase again.” More typing, more whirring. Still nothing.

“Dr. Day, are you sure we will see a reaction?” another doctor asked.

“Yes, the mufflers will flare in response if the anomalous properties manifest,” Dr. Day said.

The mufflers? Was that what the cuffs were called?

“Either this signal or this location does not work to trigger the properties,” Dr. Day continued. “Dr. Patel, switch to square signals. We will test this location with all signals and then switch.”

How long was this going to take? How long was he going to be stuck here, with all of these people staring at him, helpless to do anything about it?

He took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. Tried to distance himself from this whole situation. But that was difficult to do when he could still hear them, when he could still feel the restraints digging into his skin, when his thoughts kept circling, fueled by fear.

———————

Schneep had found that the best way to pass the time while stuck in his cell was to exercise. It kept his mind distracted and his body fit, just in case an opportunity came to escape. Though that might be harder than it was last time, now that he had to take that disabling signal into account... But he tried not to think about that.

He was in the middle of doing sit-ups when the door opened again. The handler walked in, along with four guards. Twice as many as last time, this must be important. “Hello, 1-019,” the handler said.

Schneep quickly got to his feet, hackles raised. He glanced back and forth between the guards and the doorway. “...what? What is it?”

“We need you to come with us,” the handler said.

A moment passed. Schneep narrowed his eyes. “What? You are going to let me walk with you? No injections? Nothing in the food?”

“Don’t sound so negative, 1-019.”

“‘Don’t sound so negative’?! About you fucking drugging me?!”

“All of us are equipped with disabling signals, 1-019, it is in your best interest to cooperate,” the handler said firmly.

Schneep gritted his teeth but said nothing.

“Thank you.” The handler smiled. “Now, let’s go.” Two of the guards stepped forward and grabbed Schneep by each arm. He tensed, but didn’t try to escape. Another guard unlocked the cuff around his ankle. He fought the urge to break into a run. Instead, he walked along, keeping pace with the guards as they took him out of the cell.

The hallway had white walls and a concrete floor. It was lined with metal doors—and given how the door to his own cell was metal, he was willing to bet these led to more of the same. He hoped that most of them were empty. They dragged him down the hallway and around a corner to the end towards an elevator. One short ride later, they were on a different floor, a hallway with walls, floor, and ceiling made of shining metal. There weren’t many features here. The guards and handler headed straight to a set of double-doors. They slid open when they approached, leading into a small room—an airlock of sorts, with another pair of double-doors on the other side. Here, the guards left him, turning around and leaving back through the doors they came. As soon as they were gone, the other set of doors opened up.

“Subject 1-019, please walk forward into the room,” A voice said from inside the room. An intercom, probably, judging by the echoing, slightly tinny effect.

Schneep hesitated, then walked forward.

The room beyond was wide and open, made of the same shining metal as the hallways except for one glass wall. Well, it probably wasn’t actually glass. Maybe some sort of shatterproof clear plastic. Through it, Schneep could see the handler and a couple other people in white coats. Scientists. Doctors of some kind. Schneep glared at them, and they stared right back, holding clipboards. There was a camera in each corner of the room, and the floor had a strange grid-like pattern.Like it was made of huge metal tiles.

“Welcome, 1-019,” said the handler’s voice—definitely an intercom of some kind.

“What is this?” Schneep demanded, walking over to the window. “This is no operation!”

“Don’t worry, 1-019, there will be no more operations,” the handler said. “You are complete—or close enough. There actually may be more modifications later, depending on how well you do.” Schneep hoped his fear wasn’t visible on his face. “We are here to test your capabilities.”

“Capabilities?” Schneep repeated.

One of the grid squares on the floor slid open, and something rose up from a compartment underneath it. Schneep backed away, staring at it in shock. What was that? Some sort of robot? It had a vaguely humanoid figure, made of white plastic and metal rings at every joint. But its head was a bulky cube shape, with a single camera in the middle, and its hands were replaced by metal spheres bigger than a fist. Schneep glanced back at the window. The handler seemed to be saying something, but the intercom wasn’t on, so Schneep had no idea what it was. Until the handler leaned forward and pressed a button on a console beneath the window. “Alright, 1-019, go.”

“Go? Go do wha—” Schneep’s question was cut off when the robot sprang into action, running towards him and swinging its sphere-hand at him. He yelped and dodged to the side, feeling the air whiff past him from the force of the blow. The robot swung its other sphere-hand and Schneep ducked. It swung the first one again and Schneep bolted, running across the large room. The robot bolted after him. It wasn’t that much faster than the average person, but it moved at that same pace, not slowing or speeding like a human would. Schneep glanced back at it and started circling around as the wall got closer. The robot copied him exactly, following his every footstep.

“1-019, please take out the enemy bot,” the handler said through the intercom.

“You want me to destroy a fucking robot?!” Schneep shouted as he ran.

“These are specially designed. Their bodies almost perfectly simulate human qualities. Besides the obvious modifications to the head and—”

“Fine!” Schneep snapped. He abruptly stopped running, turning back to face the robot. It was fine. It was fine. This was just like fighting criminal thugs on the streets. Just—a bit more difficult. The robot continued at him at that same pace. Schneep braced himself, then ducked and lunged at its legs. He expected the impact to hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. The bot clattered to the ground beneath his tackle, and he grabbed onto its waist. There was a slight gap between the metal rings forming its waist joints and its plastic casing. Schneep pressed his hands there and sent a pulse of electricity through them. The robot juddered and slumped. One of its sphere-fists landed on Schneep’s back with surprising weight. He’d probably have a bruise there later.

“Thank you, 1-019,” the handler said through the intercom. “Next test. Please continue to take out the enemy bots.”

Schneep disentangled himself from the deactivated bot and stood up. Just in time to see another grid square slide open and more robots rise from beneath the floor. Three of them this time, almost identical to the first. Except for the feet, which were replaced by wheels. All three of them rushed towards Schneep, one heading straight for him while the other two curved to either side. Schneep’s eyes widened and he turned and ran, just in time to avoid the pincer maneuver the robots were trying to create. The three of them turned sharply and headed after them. Shit! They were faster than the first one!

His mind raced as he ran. They outnumbered him this time, so he had to be smart. He circled back around to the body of the deactivated bot and lifted it up, throwing it at the three bots as they got close. It crashed against two of them, knocking them to the ground. The remaining one managed to dodge and kept rushing at him. Schneep leapt out of the way at the last minute, grabbing the robot’s shoulder as it ran past. He yelped as it started dragging him along, then gritted his teeth and threw his other arm around its torso. Then he sent more electricity into it. The robot kept rolling for a moment even after it slumped forward, and he stumbled a bit as he let go. He spun around back to the other two he’d thrown the robot at—and laughed. Even though they’d managed to push away the robot body pinning them down, they couldn’t get up again! Their wheel feet kept skidding across the ground.

“A bit of a design flaw, yes?” Schneep said, looking at the window. “Now what is this all for? Why are you testing me? Why did you—wh-why did you—”

Another grid square slid open, and three more robots rose from the ground. And other grid squares rose up as well, turning into seven-feet tall pillars and three-feet tall blocks. Obstacles. “Please continue to the next test, 1-019,” the handler said. These robots were slightly different. One was bigger and had its cube-like head replaced by a sideways pyramid, the point at the front glowing blue. The other two had different hands. One’s sphere-fists were glowing orange, and the other had long bars on chains for hands—like nunchucks in ninja movies. As the two smaller bots ran towards him on wheels for feet, the big one fired a beam of blue energy from its head.

Schneep tried to back up, but he wasn’t fast enough. The beam hit him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. “Oof!” It felt like someone threw a super-speed baseball at him. He sat up, and saw the robot with glowing spheres driving its sphere-fist towards him. He yelped and rolled to the side. The glowing sphere hit the ground right next to him. He could feel slight heat coming from it. “Are you all crazy?!” Schneep shouted. He grabbed onto that robot’s legs, trying to pulse with electricity—

The other robot swung its nunchucks at him, hitting him twice: once on his shoulder blade, once on his lower back. Schneep gasped in pain and scrambled to his feet, running before he was fully up and barely managing to dodge more blows from both the bots. Then the big robot’s pyramid started to glow, and Schneep quickly ducked behind a tall pillar to avoid the beam that followed. “Hey!” He shouted at the window. “What is this all about?! Why are you doing this?! I-I deserve answers after all this!”

The handler and other doctors didn’t respond.

The two smaller bots rushed around either side of the pillar and Schneep leapt forward—surprising himself with his ability—and ran across the room to another pillar. “You all better explain!” he yelled at the window. “Or—o-or I’ll—” His mind scrambled for a plausible threat. These guys didn’t seem to care about anything! Anything... except for results. “Or I will sabotage this test! I swear to god!”

He noticed a couple of the doctors glancing at each other uneasily. Aha! So he landed on something that could work.

The robots circled around again, forcing him to keep running. “You want me to fight these things?!” Schneep shouted as he ran. “Well I will not! Not until you tell me why you’ve done all this!”

“1-019, I will remind you that we have disabling signals at the ready,” the handler said.

Schneep laughed, making a sharp turn to avoid another beam. “So?! That will not help your test, will it?! If I am lying on the ground?!”

There was no answer.

Schneep tried to dodge another beam, but this one hit him square in the side, knocking him to the ground. The other two robots quickly caught up, one on either side of him. The one with the glowing spheres hit his chest as he tried to get up, knocking the breath out of him. The other one swung its nunchucks over and over, and Schneep curled up to protect his head as he tried to crawl away. Another heavy, heated blow hit his back. He cried out and went limp from the shock of it. One of the nunchucks swung around and hit him in the side of the head hard enough to fill his vision with stars—

“Command D-SH-6!” the handler suddenly shouted over the intercom.

The two robots slumped—but didn’t shut down like they did when he pulsed the earlier ones. They instead backed up, giving him space to breathe. He climbed to his hands and knees, blinking back tears in his eyes.

“Very well, 1-019,” the handler said, his voice shaking slightly. “What was it you wanted to know? The purpose of these tests?”

Schneep pushed himself to his knees and stared at the window, where some of the doctors looked pale and worried, others were glaring in anger, and still others were keeping their expressions carefully neutral. “The purpose of all of it!” he insisted, pushing through the pain. “The operations! The implants! A-and why—why me, of all people?! Because I was in the wrong place?!”

A moment passed. The doctors seemed to be discussing something. Then the handler activated the intercom again. “The EX Subject Initiative is designed to create new, specialized operatives to help contain anomalies that prove difficult to deal with. Much like ALTR 53815.”

Schneep blinked. He stared at the window, silently asking the doctors to continue.

“Ideally, EX Subjects are taken from those who have had contact with ALTRs but have not been targeted—or at least, not intensely.”

Schneep laughed. “Wh-what are you saying? Distorter has wanted me dead for ages.”

“Your exposure to 53815-A is relatively light, especially in comparison to others from Mirygale,” the handler continued. “But your experience is personal. And you are also clearly capable, given your track record of vigilantism. You walking into our Operation Center in Henshilling was a fortunate coincidence. You were really the perfect EX Subject.”

Disgust curled around Schneep’s stomach, twisting his face.

“If you proceed through the various tests and training in the EX Initiative, you will be transferred to a new division of C&C, whose purpose is to contain ALTRs. To protect people who are being victimized by them. Hurt and killed and worse. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes, I understand quite a lot,” Schneep said quietly. “Quite a lot.” They wanted weapons. Living weapons. And they were willing to do terrible things to get them. They could say whatever they wanted about protecting people from anomalies, but that didn’t change what they were doing. Not at all.

“Great. We will proceed with the test, then.”

Schneep’s thoughts snapped out of their dark spiral and he instantly started moving again, dodging more attacks from the robots. His eyes scanned the room. There! He darted over to one of the blocks, leaping on top of it. Then he spun around, facing the two robots as they charged at him. He threw himself onto the one with nunchucks as soon as it got close enough, pulsing immediately. Its body jittered and then slumped. He ducked a blow from the other one, getting low to the ground and grabbing its leg. He pulsed again. And that one toppled over on top of him. It knocked the breath out of him for a moment, but he quickly pushed it off.

A beam of blue light flew past his face. Schneep grabbed the robot body again, raising it up in front of him. He staggered to his feet, trying to use it as a shield. It dulled the force of the beam a bit, but he still stumbled backwards. Still, he walked forward, ducking behind pillars occasionally. Despite the robot body supposedly “almost perfectly simulating human qualities,” it was still quite heavy. By the time he got close to the last robot, his arms were trembling slightly. He threw the deactivated bot at the big one, knocking it over. But it was still able to aim its beam at him. He dodged its attack, then rushed forward and grabbed its arm, giving it a higher voltage than the others. It smoked slightly and became limp.

Breathing heavily, Schneep stood up straight. Well... he seemed to be good at this. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

“Thank you, 1-019. Please continue on to the next test.”

Schneep spun around as more robots appeared.

Bad. It was a bad thing.

But at least the fight would help distract him from these new revelations.

He took a deep breath and charged forward.

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