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flamingpudding · 2 months

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Sorry but I have returned with a part 3 of Klarion is Dan

So Danny is still having you know conversations with the entire RedRobin Young Justice team

When Tim sneaks away to go talk to the Justice League outside he's holding a few kryptonite cookies in his pockets then starts explaining to the Main Justice League on how yeah Klarion bought our trust with gifts so we can pretend to be his friend so he could make his mom happy Klarion's Mom he's is the nice creepy person I have ever meet so can y'all just got to play along

Clues the main Justice League playing along with Klarion being their sidekicks friend after a while Danny finds a way to pull up his scrapbook too also Danny and Clark have started speaking country to each other it's hilarious amazing

Batman in the end like a party pooper reveal that is Klarion is one of the enemy of the Young Justice it makes Young Justice along with Klarion sad for two different reasons for the Young Justice because Klarion's mom is really cool and Klarion cuz he feels like he is disappointing his mom

Danny after a while had a feeling that Klarion made friends like himself back when he was a teenager

A bit late but I finally had the time to write this down, without work stress or a migraine / headache torturing my brain! Hope i didn't make you wait to long! Either way I love this, sooo lets go! Part 3! Here we come!

Also thanks so much for the ask! This was inspiring since I have been struggling with writing the past weeks.

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Danny was really enjoying his time an conversations with the children. He liked them, even if one of them was a speedster. And he could see that they were good for Dan, now Klarion. Danny had always been worried about his time clone / son. Klarion had no longer been as connected to Sam and Tucker as Danny was. Sure Jazz, Ellie and him, as well as Vlad had been there for him. But Danny knew himself and through that he also knew Dan in a way only Vlad could understand. They had been worried. But when Dan got deaged and choose to go by Klarion Danny's worries had become lighter. Especially when Klarion started to tell stories from the Dimension he had chosen to live in when he wasn't at home. One that was unlike their own home dimension but still similar enough so he wouldn't have troubles adjusting.

Danny smiled like any proud mother would as he watched the four heroes interact with his son. He could see it, Klarion had recreated friendships for himself outside of who he used to be in a different timeline. That alone lifted so many of Danny's worries for the boy. A chuckle escaped him as he once again watched Klarion snatch a green glowing cookie from Red Robin, glaring daggers before he jumped across the table in an attempt to tackle Impulse who was now also reaching for the green cookies. The speedster as expected easily dodged him.

He knew something was going on. Klarion has created a barrier right as Impulse had returned earlier from his 'bathroom break' and he could feel presence outside of his son's front door. One of them feeling funnily similar to one of many the soul contracts that had been laying on his desk for months now, ignored on purpose. But Danny choose to ignore it for the moment. If the kids were up to something than he was the least adult to stop them. So instead he when he saw his boy so distracted, Danny smiled towards Wonder Girl, reaching into a quickly opened portal next to him. "So about the picture you wanted to see earlier."

Danny smiled mischievously like any parent would at a chance to embarrass their child. But also noticing how Red Robin used the chance of Klarion chasing after Impulse and the Kryptonite Cookies in his hands to stuff a couple of the green cookies into his own pockets as well as one into his mouth. Danny suppressed a laugh, as he kept conversation with Wonder Girl flowing.

Superboy was right by Red Robins side as the boy pounded his fist against his own chest in surprise, but also refused to spit the cookie out. Once he swallowed the kid stuck out his tongue a look of wonder. "Have you ever tasted something that felt like sugar coated in love and care sprinkled with calming emotions but had a weird but not bad after taste of sewer water?! I will never be able to look at the Lazarus Pits the same anymore!" the caped teenage hero whined towards his Kryptonian friend and Danny couldn't help it any longer as he burst out laughing.

"That's a Description I have never heard before! Sam likes to say their taste like actual Rainbow puke and Tucker is still trying to convince me that they taste like he was dared to lick a motherboard but one was coated in the finest meats!" Klarion instantly froze in his chase after Impulse and pointed glaring at Red Robin as both Wonder Girl and Impulse now appeared very tempted to actually try the Kryptonite cookies too. "You didn't!"

"I did." Red Robin grinned fearless, the way Tucker used to when he had hacked into the GIWs servers when they were kids.

"DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" Red Robin yelped as Klarion jumped at him over the couch table to wrestle with the other boy as if to make him spit out any green glowing cookie reminds that could be there. "You mortals are idiots!"

Danny blinked and laughed as a little Chaos (Ha! His sons favorite past time) broke out with Wonder Girl, Superboy and Impulse trying to help Red Robin against Klarion only for them to get pulled into the little wrestling match too. With Klarion occupied with the other three as well as trying to stop Impulse from also shoving a green glowing cookie into his mouth he noticed from the corner of his eyes how Red Robin snuck away.

Batman looked ready to strangle John Constantine as he glared at the Justice League Dark member currently working on removing the barrier. This was taking to long in his opinion. Their kids were in there with a highly dangerous being and one of their enemies. This wasn't a situation to take lightly. He growled and Superman patted his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"We will get in there Batman. Just calm down for now. I am sure they are doing all they can to remove the barrier." The Kryptonian said in a calming tone sharing a look with Wonder Woman and the Flash, who by now had rounded the apartment three times to see if there was a possible entry way not covered by a barrier. Batman only grunted again as the door to the appartement suddenly opened, their heads snapped instantly towards it to see Red Robin standing behind the barrier.

"Red Robin Report!" Batman instantly snapped marching forward but frowned as the barrier was blocking him from reaching the teen.

"Klarion's mother is a multidimensional being under the impression that Klarion is working with the Heroes in this impression and not against them. He is also known as the Ghost King ruler of the Infinite Reams. I am sure you are already updated on what the Infinite Realms are." The teen stated in a reporting tone the adult heroes were familiar with. "So far The Ghost King has not shown any hostility towards us or our dimension unprompted. He is rather nice and a good parent by all means. To not disappoint his mother Klarion abducted us so we could pretend to be his friends, in other words Klarion is in need of our help to keep his mother under the belief that he is working and friends with us."

Batman nodded, letting the information sink in. "Anything else?"

"Well, I would suggest to not become hostile ourselves and to play along for the time being." Red Robin offered his solution hoping that with his report their mentors were more willing to play along than with the way Impulse probably slammed the door in their faces. For one, they would get to have a longer time of a break and two, as long as they don't piss off Klarions mom they won't have to face an eldritch being probably ready to tear them appear to protect his child.

"You believe that to be the best course of action? What about the others?" Superman asked instead and the teens head turned a little to look at the Kryptonian. "We are all in agreement. We are also additionally in a position with this to fish for more information about Klarion."

He could see their mentors thinking as they were exchanging looks weighing the pros and cons of his suggestion.

"Constantine? You said that the Ghost King is a dangerous being that could destroy our dimension, correct?" Wonder Woman spoke up turning towards the magician.

"A Bloody fucking Tyrann that can rip us all a new one, mate." the Brite muttered annoyed with the situation.

"Then I guess keeping the Ghost King happy by humouring Klarion should be the best and most peaceful option we have at the moment." Flash added crossing his arms as he looked at the other JL members as they came to a silent agreement.

Hocked, Lined and Sinker. Red Robin thought for a brief moment with relief as the adults agreed to his suggestion. "That means no using spells behind our backs against the Ghost King too." The teen hero added though as he narrowed his eyes under his mask on John Constantine that was cursing under his breath but nodded.

"Great then I can tell Klarion-"

"Red Robin what are you doing out here?" Batman stiffened as white gloved hands rested on the teen hero's shoulders and they saw a white haired man, wearing a royal cape and a floating crown on his head, appearing by the door behind the teen.

"Oh I was just greeting our mentors, they came to check on us." Red Robin lied easily, not even flinching as the man had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Batman had narrowed his eyes as he exchanged looks with Superman. They hadn't even noticed the man's approach.

"I see, please come in instead of standing out here." John Constantin gabbed as with the flick of his finger the man removed the magic barrier as if it was nothing and they heard a loud whine from inside the apartment of. "MOM IT FEELS WEIRD WHEN YOU DO THAT!"

"Sorry Klarion, baby!"

At that moment the adults realized that the man before them was the Ghost King.

The man lead them inside introducing himself as Danny as he guided Red Robin by his shoulders back to the couch to join the other teens again. The adult heroes where greeted by the image of Wonder Girl sitting on Impulse who was monopolising a photo book and Klarion being lifted into the air lion king style by Superboy flailing around. The teens and mentors blinked at each other several times before the teens continued like they weren't there, Red Robin joining them wanting in on getting to see the photo book that apparently contained 'baby' photos of Klarion.

"How about we leave the kids to themselves and have some coffee and cake by the dinner table?" The Ghost King, Danny, suggested and the adults mutely followed. They blinked as Danny opened a portal, Batman grunted as seeing similarities to something else in it, and reached into it. Danny heard his sisters distinctive "HEY!" Through it when he pulled out a cake from it to place on the table. The heroes couldn't help but sweat dropped, the cake was clearly not finished, it was only half way coated in cream and decorated.

"It's nice to meet the mentors of the friends my boy made in this dimension." Danny started to make small talk serving them coffee and each of them a slice of cake. "It's also nice to finally meet the guy that has sold his soul into so many pieces that I have an entire stack of paper work on my desk."

Constantine flinched, as he refused to make eye contact with the Ghost King who only chuckled. "Relax, I don't care about all these contracts. Most of them were even made before I took over as the King and the previous Ghost King... well lets just say he slept through all of his paperwork."

"Wait previous King?" The magician looked up now. "Mate are you telling me you aren't the bloody fucking Tyrann Ghost King?"

They watched as Danny rubbed his neck embarrassed. "Oh looks like the news didn't get to your Dimension yet, yea I dethroned that guy on accident and took over once I became an adult. Pops did say that it might take some time for all Dimensions to get updated on these kinda news..."

The four heroes looked stunned as they heard the Brite groan loudly thumping his head against the table muttering a "I need a whiskey."

"Oh its also nice to sort of meet my... Cousin or Niece from this Dimension whatever you would prefer more." Danny said to change the subject, looking towards Wonder Woman who blinked at him. "Cousin or Niece?"

"Yes I was Ghost Adopted by Clockwork, also known as Cronus, and Pandora. They speak a lot of praises about you, well every version of you." Danny smiled. There was an awkward moment of silence that Flash broke looking stunned at Wonder Woman. "You never told us you were related to the literal King of all Dimensions!"

"I didn't know!" / "Not all Dimensions."

Both Wonder Woman and Danny spoke at the same time. This finally seemed to break the eyes among the adults as most of them started to chat idly while the teens were fighting over a photo book in the back ground. Well all but one Batman sat among them listening to the other Heroes talk with the Ghost King, grunting every now and then to signal that he was listening. His eye twitch a little as both Superman and Danny suddenly started to talk in a weirdly with niceties filled way of talking.

Of course everything good and nice couldn't last forever and when a triumphant shout in the background from Red Robin resounded who was holding up the photo book with Klarion pinned to the ground by Impulse and Superboy, Batman had to be the one to finally put his foot in his mouth causing everyone to freeze. The bite of cake Superman was about to eat dropped back onto the plate and resounded like a pin needle dropping by the silence caused by one simple, in Batman's mind, question.

"As his mother, are you aware of your son's villainous actions against us heroes?"

A dramatic "No!" Resounded from the teens mostly caused by Impulse dramatically falling to his knees in a pleading motion towards the adults. Klarion on the other hand looked like his entire world was just shattered as he sat up on the ground from his previously pinned position, his eyes glued to his mother. Both Wonder Woman and Superman eyes looked to and fro between Batman and the Ghost King with worry while Flash, apparently decided to get himself another slice of cake as quick as possible before the Ghost King would inevitably kick them all out because of Batman.

Danny stared at the dark knight for a long moment not reacting until he let out a sigh. "Figured as much."

There was another kind of silence, a stunned one, as they all blinked at the Ghost King who was starting to chuckle a little at the faces they were making.

"Mom?"

"Oh please Klarion." Danny waved his son off. "We both know that neither you nor I ever made friends the normal way. Of course you would make friends by being a little shit, just like I did with all my rogues when I was a teen and are now part of the council. It was unavaidable for you to do the same. Ancients even Vlad made friends like this or did you forget how many times he tried to kill my dad, Jack?"

There was silence for a third time, this time it got broken my Wonder Girl bumping her shoulder into Klarions.

"What kind of crazy family do you have?!"

"You have no idea.... you haven't even met my older sister yet...."

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chvoswxtch · 2 days

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pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: lately frank has been acting suspicious, and you've decided to finally confront him about it.

warnings: swearing, lots of angst

word count: 3.4k

a/n: i hope y'all have been enjoying things being nice & light & sexy & fun bc these last few chapters aren't holding back any punches. shit is about to get real. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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Not even five minutes after Frank walked through the threshold of his apartment, the rumble of an incessant banging sounded on his front door. His dark brows instantly furrowed with irritation at the sound. Slipping his right hand behind his back to grab the handle of the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he turned the knob and swung the door open with just as much ferocity as the person knocking on the other side.

The creases of annoyance on his sharp features suddenly smoothed into recognition at the sight of you standing in front of him, but not long after, his warm brown eyes widened in complete bewilderment seeing the raw fury that was burning in your eyes.

“Hey-”

Before he could utter another word, you forced your way inside his apartment, causing him to quickly retreat backwards, wincing when you swiftly slammed the front door shut behind yourself.

“You need to tell me what the fuck is going on with you, right now.”

Frank was utterly caught off guard by your aggressive behavior. The last time he had seen you this angry with him was when he showed up at your place after Cavella and Walker had attacked you. He was so distracted by your incensed entrance, he almost missed what you said. But when his brain finally caught up with his ears, your words only fueled his convoluted confusion.

“There nothin’ goin’ on-”

“Bullshit! Don’t you dare fucking lie to me, Frank.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not lyin’-”

“You’ve lied to me three times in the past month.”

Creases of puzzlement settled between Frank’s thick brows hearing that. Had he really lied to you three times? He couldn’t even remember what he’d lied about, or how you caught onto the fact that he was. Frank admittedly had been a bit out of it when it came to you lately, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose to hurt you. He just happened to be caught in the middle of something he was trying to keep you as far away from as possible.

Taking his silence as evidence of guilt, you stared up into his eyes, wanting him to see the proof of grief in your reflection that his actions had caused. You wanted him to hear the severity in the words that lacerated your tongue as they slipped past your lips that had been bitten raw from your tortured anxiety.

“You never once lied to me before Frank, ever. I don’t know why you’re choosing to start now, but if I hear one more lie come out of your mouth, I am done. I will walk out that door and I will have nothing to do with you ever again, that's it. Do you hear me?”

That caught Frank’s attention. There was no waver in your voice, no threat in your tone, just raw emotion and sincerity.

For the past month, Frank had been acting strange. You’d caught him in three white lies, and while they may have seemed small and trivial to someone else, they were anything but that to you. Because you’d been stuck with a pathological liar before, and there was no such thing as harmless lies. A lie was a lie, and it was a crack in the foundation of trust and integrity that you’d built with Frank, and a crack could turn into a rift, and a rift could divide you and make it all come crumbling down.

Since yours and Frank’s schedules didn’t always line up, you’d both done everything you could to make every moment count since your first date. But lately, it felt like you were the only one putting in the effort. Frank was chronically distracted these last few weeks. He was late to meet you for dates, he didn’t call when he said he was going to, and sometimes you didn’t hear from him at all until the day was practically over. And when he was with you, Frank was physically present, but mentally he seemed to be somewhere you couldn’t follow. Even sitting right beside one another, it felt like there were oceans of distance separating you subconsciously.

At first, you’d tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was one little white lie. One missed call after a long day. Just fifteen minutes of waiting at the restaurant. This was Frank, the man who had saved your life more times than you could count. He was different. This was real. You had nothing to be concerned about.

But then one white lie turned to three, and one missed call turned into not hearing from him until an excuse appeared across your screen at half past midnight, and fifteen minutes late turned into not showing up at all. His behavior planted a seed of suspicion in your mind that grew like wild ivy, coveting the sense of security you had in him with leaves of doubt, sprouting spirals of diabolical hypotheticals that canvassed your brain with catastrophe.

Every knot of faith Frank had woven into your heart with his actions over the last nine months were steadily being unraveled by his own hand in a matter of weeks. The confidence you had in him was now frayed in shreds and left you in a fit of mania, scrutinizing his every intent under a microscope.

You had been here before. You’d been lied to, manipulated, cheated on, pushed to the brink of insanity, and eventually left behind. You recognized all the signs of duplicity and betrayal, but you’d covered your own eyes so you wouldn’t have to acknowledge them, because it was Frank.

Blunt-and-brutally-honest, jump-in-front-of-a-bullet, remembers-every-little-detail, got-his-knuckles-bloody-for-you, killed-for-you, Frank.

And that’s why this hurt so much. That’s why this dagger of deceit tore clean right through your chest, leaving you standing in the middle of Frank’s living room, hysterical and furious for an elixir of truth that could make this pain go away and heal your belief in him once again. He’d been so MIA lately that you had spent hours camped out in front of his apartment building tonight, waiting to see his truck pull up just so you could follow him inside and finally have this conversation face to face.

Frank could hear in your voice that he’d hurt you, and even worse, he could see the evidence of it shining in your eyes. The pieces of yourself you’d lent him to patch up his own heart were suddenly bleeding at the seams seeing how his unintentionally selfish preoccupation had left you marooned. Shame didn’t begin to cover the way he felt. He knew he needed to be honest, but he couldn’t tell you everything.

Not yet.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But it ain’t what you think, sweetheart.”

“Then what is it? Explain it to me.”

Frank took a seat on the couch and gently patted the space next to him, looking up at you with diligent patience while you internally debated between standing stubbornly or giving into his request to sit with him. After a moment you finally sat down, but you intentionally put space between the two of you and folded your arms across your chest in a silent gesture of defensiveness. Resting his forearms on the tops of his thighs, Frank clasped his right hand over his left wrist, staring down at his worn boots while deciding his next words carefully.

“I got a new assignment.”

The quiet tone of Frank’s voice and the lack of eye contact while he spoke immediately caused a spark in your nervous system.

“Where?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Frank let a moment of silence pass before turning his head to look at you with an apologetic gleam in his warm brown eyes.

“I’ve been helpin’ Madani with somethin’.”

Pinching at the bridge of your nose, you let out a slow exhale of irritation. Frank had already strained your patience with his behavior this past month, and his obscure responses were only making it worse.

“Why are you being so secretive about this?”

“It’s complicated-”

“Complicated how? You didn’t have to hide the last job from me-”

“This one is different-”

“Different how? That doesn’t make any sense-”

“You gonna let me talk? Or you gonna keep yellin’ at me?”

The way you clenched your jaw and narrowed your gaze at his quip made Frank regret letting his own frustration get the best of him. You were already pissed off, now was not the time for him to snap back at you like he normally did when the two of you argued about something. A wave of annoyance quickly crested within you. The second you stood up from the couch, Frank’s large hand reached out to grab your wrist.

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Walk away from this conversation-”

“What conversation, Frank? You’re not doing anything but giving me vague excuses. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

Frank gave your wrist a gentle tug to get you to sit back down next to him on the couch. He once again waited calmly as you stood defiantly for a moment before reluctantly sitting back down. He let his large hand glide across your wrist to take your hand into his own, holding it firmly in his lap while cocking his head to the side to try and catch your gaze.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

When he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, the prolonged pause of silence caused you to eventually shift your attention back to Frank, and you could see that his brown eyes were a deep shade of contrition.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted lately, and I haven’t been ‘round like I shoulda been. And you’re right, I did lie to ya, and I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’m not tryin’ to keep things from ya, sweetheart. It’s just…this one is…it’s different.”

“Why? What makes this one so different that you have to lie to me about it?”

“It’s personal.”

Now it was your turn to be perplexed. You thought Frank was long past holding you at arms length and keeping up a fortified impenetrable steel wall around his heart and mind. He’d opened up to you before, talked about his life in the Marines, told you about the family he’d loved and lost, even spoke about them more comfortably and freely now without the shadow of grief looming over his words. Why was he back to shielding his vulnerability?

“Personal?”

Frank knew you wanted more of an explanation. You needed more. And he hated that he couldn’t give it to you right now. He hated that there was still so much that he was holding back from you, and that it was his own fault you were even doubting him in the first place.

“Listen, I can’t explain it right now, alright? But I will. When it’s all said and done, I’m…I’m gonna…I’ll have to tell ya some things first, some things you may not wanna hear and probably won’t like hearin’. But I promise, I’m gonna tell you everythin’, alright? I just need you to trust me right now.”

Every word Frank spoke hid another piece of the puzzle he was crafting, and you were left with misshapen gaps of confusion. You didn’t know what he meant by saying there were things he had to explain that you might not want to hear, or how that factored into the job he was currently working. Nothing he was saying made any sense to you, and it only left you with more crucial questions than justifiable answers. Pulling your hand away from his, you got up from the couch and started to stressfully pace back and forth.

“So the reason you’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately is because of this new assignment, that you can’t tell me anything about, other than it’s personal, but you can’t explain why that is. And it’s going to take you somewhere eventually, but you can’t tell me where, because you don’t even know yet, and even if you did, you still wouldn’t tell me. And I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that you have no idea how long this is going to last, but you expect me to sit here and act like everything is fine between us and trust you even though I have no fucking idea where you’re going or what you’re doing. Did I miss anything?”

Frank could hear the barely concealed hostility in your tone. He couldn’t combat a single thing you said. When you finally stopped pacing and turned to face him, staring at him expectantly, a ring of treachery was blazing around your irises. He could see it right then in your eyes. If he didn’t fix this, he would lose you.

Slowly rising from the couch, Frank stood there with a dispirited weight resting on his shoulders, a look of pleading softening his warm brown eyes.

“I’m gonna handle this as soon as I can, I promise.”

“I can’t do another month of this, Frank.”

“Then it won’t be another month. I’ll figure it out before then.”

“How?”

The resentment you felt towards Frank was rapidly fading into pure desperation. All you wanted was an answer, a real answer. Something of substance that you could understand, something tangible to hold onto during this period of uncertainty. Frank could feel the despair radiating off of you in thick sorrowful waves, and the fact that you were close to forfeiting this argument had him instantly tensing as the chill of dread straightened his spine. He had to give you something.

“Listen, Madani gave me some intel, alright? I’ve been followin’ it, tryin’ to find proof she’s right, or if she’s just seein’ what she wants to see.”

“But why did she give it to you? What can you do that Homeland Security can’t?”

Frank stared at you silently for a moment, and you could see a look of hesitation flash in his eyes. There was something there, something you couldn’t figure out. But you could tell by the expression on his face that there was a lot more to this than it being a top secret assignment from Homeland. Whatever it was, it had everything to do with Frank. You just couldn’t figure out why. After a terse minute of silence, Frank stood up a little straighter while subtly clenching his jaw, and there was a hardened look in his eyes.

“Cause it’s connected to someone I know.”

The way he spoke that sentence with an ominous undertone sent an icy torrent down your spine. Sensing your trepidation, Frank let out a deep sigh and glanced around his apartment for a moment while lost in thought before eventually looking at you again, this time with a softer gaze.

“Look, I can’t explain it all right now, sweetheart. All I can tell ya is that Madani needed someone she could trust on this, and I owe her a debt.”

Letting those words sink in, you tried to put your biased emotions aside for a moment and think logically about what Frank was saying. Dinah had asked him for a favor. Part of you found it surprising that she came to Frank and Billy, considering the way she acted towards Billy the day Steven was arrested. But maybe that look of distrust and disdain had everything to do with the complicated relationship they’d had that Billy mentioned.

If Frank was working for Dinah, then he was working for Homeland, which meant he probably didn’t have a choice but to keep everything from you. And yet, here he was still trying to give you crumbs of explanations, and promising to tell you everything once this new assignment was over. At least you could lay the fear to rest that he was seeing someone else. Standing here now, you felt ridiculous that you’d restlessly jumped to the conclusion of an illicit affair. But in your own defense, it had been difficult to think clearly when Frank’s covert behavior mirrored that of past boyfriends' unfaithful performances.

As your shoulders physically deflated from your own conspiracies unraveling just to get tangled in a new set of ambiguities, you let out a deep exhale and rubbed both of your palms tiredly down your face, grasping onto the back of your neck for a moment. When you first showed up at Frank’s apartment, you had felt completely warranted in your anger. Now, you weren’t sure if you had overreacted in your manic state, or if you still had a right to be upset with Frank. At this point, you just felt drained from trying to balance on that tightrope of your own conflicting emotions.

Frank had saved your life several times over, and Dinah personally made sure that Steven would spend the rest of his life in prison. You owed them both everything. The least you could do was show them a little patience.

“Alright. Fine.”

In the nine months that Frank had known you, never once had you conceded in an argument. Even when you were in the wrong, you struggled with admitting that you had been erroneous. Frank’s blood ran cold with the thought that he might have pushed you too far healing the casual defeat in your voice. He didn’t want you to give up on him like this. Frank quickly took a step towards you the second you took a step towards the door, reaching out to gently grab your arm.

“Hey, hey c’mon. Don’t go.”

“Frank, I’m tired-”

“Then stay. Just stay here, c’mon. It’s late, yeah? Stay.”

Frank wasn’t giving you any room to decline the offer disguised as a command. One of his strong arms slipped around your waist, pulling you firmly into his chest while his large hand gently cradled the back of your head. He pressed his lips in a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, hugging onto you tightly while resting his cheek against the side of your head. The rigid tension in your body lethargically began to melt, and Frank’s deep gravelly voice whispering into your ear dismantled the last of your defensiveness.

“Just stay with me, baby. Please stay.”

Frank knew that he didn’t deserve you. He didn’t feel that he’d earned this second chance at life he was getting. But he would be damned if he’d let anything ruin this now that he had you. He would’ve told Madani to go to hell if he’d known the favor was going to cause such a big disruption to the peace he’d found within you.

But not only did he owe his second shot to her, he desperately needed to know the truth himself.

“When will you leave?”

Frank hugged onto you even tighter, rubbing his hand along your lower back in soothing slow circles.

“M’not sure yet. But I’ll tell ya as soon as I know, I promise. And I’ll make sure you’re taken care of while I’m gone, yeah? I’ll be back before ya know it, baby.”

Hearing the soft sigh that sounded from you, Frank nuzzled his nose into your hair and whispered gently to you.

“Listen, I won’t take no more jobs like this, alright? I’m gonna handle this for Madani, and that’s it. I won’t do anythin’ else that’ll take me too far from you, yeah? I’m not gonna leave ya, sweetheart. I told ya I’m always gonna be here. I meant that then, and I mean it now. You ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout that.”

You tried to find comfort in those words, but you weren’t in the mental state to accept any vows. You couldn’t get past the glaring truth that Frank was hiding something from you, and until you knew what it was, that crack of dishonesty would continue to slowly spread. You had a sneaking suspicion in the pit of your stomach that whatever verity Frank was concealing had the potential to shatter everything; unveiling the illusion that your relationship hadn’t been formed out of the impervious stone that you’d believed in, but rather of futile glass.

tags: @thyme-in-a-bubble @day-dreaming-goddess @messymissy @itwasthereaminuteago @strawberry1042 @queenofthenoobs @wanda2themax @xcastawayherosx @avengerstower-houseplant @stevenknightmarc @ponyosmom35 @babygal-babygal @wellwwhynot @oldermenaremyreligion @combustiblemeow @tired-night-owl @fairykiss32 @danzer8705 @calkissed @fxckahs-blog @lemon-world1 @polskiperson @imperihoe @v4leoftears @harperdoodle @spideyvibez @joalslibrary @cherry-berry-ollie @sorrowfulfragmentation @kdogreads @sumo-b98 @blackhawkfanatic @gloryekaterina @whistle1whistle @starbritestarlite @callmebrooklynbabes @hallway5 @scarletfvckingwitch @bifuriouslatina @soupyspence @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @wonwoosthetic @linguist-breakaribecca @nerdytreeflower @mrs-bellingham @smhnxdiii @s3riou2 @slavic-empress

#frank castle #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle fic #frank castle series #the bodyguard series #bodyguard!frank castle fic #bodyguard!frank castle series #bodyguard!frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher series

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feyhunter78 · 2 months

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Flowers on Your Doorstep

Art cred: Panprika (y'all have no idea how long I searched for this pic, I was losing my mind)

Description: After you bail on lunch, Miguel finds himself seeking advice on how to deal with your cold shoulder.

You’re ignoring him, phone on do not disturb, dodging him on campus and you’re even skipping lab. Of course, the TA said you emailed saying you were sick, but Miguel doesn’t believe it.

He knows you, knows you always push through, that you never skip lab because you’re too afraid you’ll miss something important, and your grades will slip. You’re not sick, this is something else. Something that you won’t tell him, and Brett won’t tell him either.

So, he turns to his next best option, Mina. She’s laying on Gabriel’s bed like she owns it, phone in hand, the room smelling faintly of weed. First, she glares at him, and then clicks her tongue disappointedly, sighing, “you just had to go running around with Ava again, huh?”

“Bro really?” Gabriel groans from his desk, spinning around in his chair to face Miguel. “She’s the fucking worst.”

“She just needed someone to talk to, she doesn’t trust anyone else, I was just being nice.” He says, massaging his temples as Mina continues to click her tongue, the tsk, tsk, tsk sound starting to give him a headache.

“You know what she does to you.” Mina chides, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

He does, he knows it all too well. Ava brings out the worst in him, she corrupted him, as you might say. But she’s still a person he once cared about, even if she stomped on his heart and threw it in a gutter, all the while laughing with her new boyfriend.

“She’s changed, she and Kyle broke up.” He shouldn’t be defending her, he knows that, but there’s still a part of him that wants to prove it wasn’t a mistake to love her.

“Oh again? What is this the twelfth time? I’m sure it’ll last this time around.” She deadpans, raising a perfectly arched brow at him.

Gabriel snickers, then gives Miguel a half-hearted apologetic look.

“What does this have to do with y/n, Mina?” He says tersely, running a hand through his hair, frustration burning, licking at his heels. He just wants to leave, to find you and beg you to tell him what he did wrong.

“She likes you, dumbass, and then she found out you’ve been hanging around Ava, while you’ve been hanging with her. What do you think that looks to her?” Mina asks, her expression making it clear to him that the answer should be obvious, and that she thinks he’s stupid.

He’s going to be sick.

“I—I would never—it’s not like that, I don’t want Ava back, I was just trying to be nice, I didn’t think…”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Mina scoffs, going back to her phone and tapping it a few times.

His stomach churns as he thinks back to earlier this week, the way Ava dragged him away, distracted him with stories from back when they were dating, good ones, funny ones. It was only meant to be a short conversation, you were supposed to get lunch, like always, he wanted to get lunch with you, like always.

He can picture it now, you hiding behind the Sig Epp letters watching him, watching the way Ava still didn’t understand boundaries and put her hands all over him. He could hear the tears coating your voice when he called you, it was like a knife through his chest and he just wanted to go to you. Wanted to wipe away your tears and do something, anything he could, to make it better.

“Look Miguelito just apologize, maybe bring some flowers and wear that sad puppy dog look you’ve got perfected.” Gabriel chimes in, stretching his arms above his head, before standing and approaching him, squeezing his shoulder empathetically. “You can never go wrong with flowers.”

Gabriel was wrong, very, very wrong.

You take the flowers Miguel offers you as he stands on your doorstep, patient, anxious, stomach still twisted in knots.

“Did Ava not want these or…?” You ask, inspecting the flowers with a detached look.

“No—no, I mean, they’re for you, only for you.”

“Oh, okay so she got her own, cool, cool.” You say, placing the flowers on the entryway table next to your door and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t get Ava flowers.”

“Okay.” You say, foot tapping against the wood laminate of your doorway.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend, we dated for a while, she cheated on me.” He admits in a rush.

Your frigid expression melts into something softer. “I—I didn’t know that.”

He rubs his neck sheepishly. “I don’t like to talk about it. It was a really rough time in my life. But her and I are over, I don’t have any lingering feelings for her.”

“Brett told me. He’s seen you and her together, both before we got close, and after…” You wrap your arms around yourself, your eyes downcast. “If you still have feelings for her, I get it, she’s gorgeous, and you guys have a lot of history.”

“I don’t have feelings for her, we broke up the summer before my freshman year here. She just transferred in at the beginning of this year, and she’s been having problems with her boyfriend. I guess she hasn’t really made any friends, so she’s been leaning on me.”

“And you’re too nice to say no to her.” Your voice is soft, tainted with sadness.

“I told her to find someone else, after you canceled lunch, she wanted to keep talking, keep flirting with me because she knew her ex would see us. I said no.”

You look up at him, half in hope, half in disbelief, it’s written all over your face. “Yeah?”

He nods.

You bite your lip then release it slowly, picking the flowers back up. “These are really pretty.”

He gathers his courage. “Just like you.”

A smile flits across your face. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression with Ava, I shouldn’t have left you stranded while I talked with her, we had prior plans, and I should have stuck to them.”

“It’s okay.” You tell him, holding the flowers to your chest.

He wants to ask you if what Mina said was true, if you feel the same way he does, but it feels wrong somehow. Like it would cheapen the moment.

“Do you want to come in and see our costumes for the dance?” You ask, taking a step back and allowing him entry.

Directly connected parts: Jealousy, Jealousy (previous part) and Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights (takes place after this current part)

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #nerd miguel #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #college!reader #college!miguel #college au

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misscammiedawn · 7 months

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Ethical Personality Play

So. I've written about my experiences with Personality Play in the past. A couple times, actually.

The TL;DR is that from early 2000s-2019 this was my signature move that the first three hypnotists I was tied up with utilized on a near daily basis. The damage of this abuse has never been fully tallied, but if you want my "how to alter your personality with hypnosis" guide in a word it is simple:

Don't.

"But what if I want to do hypnotic edgeplay?"

But saving that... let me impart some wisdom in hopes that y'all will play nice and safe with this.

Firstly let me define the terms.

Personality Play is any form of hypnosis scene that alters aspects of the individual's identity whether it be for a scene, as a permanent trigger or as permanent conditioning. The danger amplifies with the more severe and lasting the changes are but there is always danger.

So, let's cover each area of what can be done, how it can be harmful and how to avoid that harm.

General rules

Before even negotiating this kind of play. Disclose.

If you are engaging with intimate hypnosis at this end of the danger spectrum then you need to have a level of intimate trust relative to that risk and this trust needs to go both ways. If I were a hypnotist introducing this kind of play into the mix I would do so only if I could trust in my hypnotee partner's mental state.

I disclose my BPD and DID at the start of any hypnotic relationship and talk about how they impact me. How the depersonalization and derealization symptoms require a level of grounding before and after play and what to do if my emotional state switches during the middle of a scene. This is not an easy thing for me to do, especially if time is a limited factor, but it's a necessary thing to do.

I do not expect every person playing be willing to disclose every mental condition they have or open up about possible abreaction triggers. That's sensitive information and it's natural to not want to be open about that with every partner. I do, however emphasize that it is vital for that information to be known when approaching these topics. It is unfair for the partner in the scenarios to be responsible for managing safety on either side of the watch when they are unaware of the depths of vulnerability.

I have experience with this fallacy myself. In utilizing hypnosis to ignore my triggers I did severe damage to myself and I am now plagued with intrusive memories and nightmares of events that happened during scenes that I was able to effortlessly indulge in during the scene but as they say "The body keeps the score" and I was in fact doing further damage to myself. Something which my partner at the time was not equipped to deal with because I'd failed to disclose or even treat the situation as worth being safe about.

Now I am just burdened with further damage by ignoring my brain's defenses on my existing pain.

Once again, I refer to my first bit of advice on how to ethically perform Personality Play: DON'T.

Once you have a trusting understanding of both sides of the watch's limits and comforts the next step is grounding.

Grounding is mandatory.

I wrote about my feelings on this before in more depth. The short version, though:

Before and after a scene with intense reality distorting you should take an effort to make a person feel aware of their surroundings, to offer them connection "during the scene you will know I am here and you can pause the scene at any time for any reason" and for them to take stock of their mental state and how they are feeling. Just ask them to display curiosity and provide comfort in the connection between hypnotist and hypnotee. You will be returning here and you need to make it an inviting space.

Grounding should also include a reminder that the hypnotee will be aware of what is happening the whole time. I'll cover this more in the more risky portion, but the key to safety is to ensure that the hypnotee is not immersed in any headspaces they may slip into (with the understanding that there is another gradient here of subspace and highs and peaks from scene play which are chemical reactions and those highs are a little more natural than the altered headspaces I am referring to).

For another grain of personal experience and warning here, I just want to talk about the three hypnotists who played with me utilizing personality play. One knew what he was doing, one didn't know what they were doing and one didn't care. I'll refer to them as Noel (knew better), Dinny (didn't know) and Carrie (didn't care).

Dinny expected that if a scene got too much for me that I would drop out of trance or end the scene. To them they assumed that no one will do anything in hypnosis that they didn't want to do and that it was just extreme play-acting. They likely didn't believe in hypnosis all that much and used it as a framework for roleplay, which is their true indulgence.

So if a scene got too intense for them they would safeword. End the scene. They were in control.

As someone who was immersed in the play and had no grounding, there was no escape because within the framework of the scene, there was no "out of character" there was the scene and that was all that was happening.

You cannot assume that a hypnotee will safeword and end a scene unless they receive the proper grounding and instruction to do so. If you're going to be doing edge play, you have to surrender the fantasy and make sure reality is in the scene at all times. Both sides of the watch. If you are entering in a scene where a person is altered throughout then you cannot expect them to act on their agency. It's a CNC scene by default and you need to introduce safety and consent to avoid that.

Likewise I want to note the power imbalance that comes from play like this. A motivated hypnotee can fling themselves into this arena and do harm to the hypnotist. This does fly both ways. A hypnotee not advocating for themselves or exercising their agency will make a hypnotist accessory to the damage.

This is a sin I have committed.

A hypnotist has a responsibility to themselves to not allow a self-neglecting hypnotee use hypnosis as a method of psychological self-harm. This guide is as much to protect a hypnotist from being abused as it is for hypnotees to avoid allowing themselves to be abused.

Every side is vulnerable in these exchanges.

So... now that we understand the basics before we can even start, let's start in the shallow end and work out way up.

Emotion Control/Intelligence Play

Starting soft. This is fairly standard play and so long as you're being mindful I doubt many would have too many problems with these suggestions.

Infatuation potions, ditzy spells... this is fairly standard stuff.

The key thing to do is to ensure that the effects are temporary and impersonal. For instance for an intelligence play scene you may want to picture a dial in the hypnotees head that has a default setting. Take a moment to ground that default setting. What is normal. What it feels like out of hypnosis. Then you can suggest that it will always return to this default setting after a time but for now we intend to dial it back down, as you feel yourself growing sillier and sillier.

This is a safe way to handle a scene like this because even if you do not perform a post-session grounding (which you always should), the default will naturally return.

Likewise infatuation potions you can mention how your body will metabolize and you'll be aware of the artificial nature of the emotions you feel.

Being aware of the artificial nature of the emotions at play will prevent lingering effects. Even after you clean up there will always be a little bit left over and it's a matter of limiting how much sticks around and where the mind will return to.

I safely play with suggestions like this to this day even when Personality Play in the broader sense is Red for me. This is safe. It's manageable. It's temporary and with a partner who is willing to make space for it, you can keep reality in the room. Safe and secure.

But it can still be dangerous.

Let's see the intelligence play scene was handled poorly. Instead of a temporary dial which defaults to normal a hypnotist instead asked "Debra" to imagine herself with platinum blonde hair, a larger chest, all her thoughts evaporating into a pink bubblegum mist as boundless confidence overcomes her until she transforms into her bimbo persona, "Debbie" and Debbie can be summoned at a simple turn of phrase.

That right there? That's DANGEROUS.

We'll cover more as to why when I go over persona/character play, but it's a good example of how a "bimbo trigger" can be performed ethically and how it can be performed dangerously.

*sighs*

So let's move on...

Altered Headspaces

By altered headspaces I mean suggestions and scenes that play on your ability to perceive and process things. This can be the drugged/drunk sequences, hallucinations of any variety. It can be impulsiveness or boosts of confidence or terror.

Y'know. Stage hypnosis stuff. Because as we know, stage hypnosis tricks are a bastion of "ethical" suggestions.

Seriously though. The prevalence of these types of suggestion in the public perception make us as a community look bad and it's why doing them safely is vital, especially if we do get people entering the community with the idea of types of play which are risky at best from the get-go.

For these suggestions you want to provide the above grounding, but the hypnotee also needs to be able to have an objective view to their state so they can advocate for themselves.

Any altered headspace will supplement agency. It's why you cannot negotiate with someone when they are fractionated. Thusly, any interaction you have with someone in an altered headspace is going to be dubious consent by default. What if you made someone slutty for a scene and they escalated the scene to a sexual one without prior negotiation or existing rapport.

The correct thing to do is end the scene there and then. Otherwise the hypnotist is taking advantage of the hypnotee.

That's a fairly plain example, too. Hence why I feel even this level is edge play.

I don't particularly want to share my personal experience in this realm. Suffice to say I've never once in my life had lucid sexual intimacy with a partner. Every single time I was altered. I literally cannot approach the concept/act without being altered first. I invited it.

The body keeps score.

The way to practice this safely is to encourage the hypnotee to maintain an awareness and presence in the scene. There is a risk to this as incentivizing a dissociation between the conscious self and the altered self is the exact thing we are trying to avoid in these scenarios.

I refer again to the shining DON'T at the top of the post.

But with the correct grounding and temporary status of any scene this risk is lower than the risk of allowing a hypnotee to dive into a scene so heavily that they will ignore their personal ethics and safety for the consideration of the scene at play.

It's either allowing them the ability to advocate for themselves while altered, "the hidden observer will always be present during the scene and can stop things for any reason or just to check in" basically it's keeping reality in the room. A hypnotee should be discouraged from throwing themselves headlong into the fantasy and an awareness of waking self and the artificial nature of play is important, particularly the more immersive you go...

So...

Character/Persona Play

Which brings me to the final warning.

Please do not even attempt this. I see kids in tulpa communities and roleplayers who can't see the harm in becoming their characters and I wish I could share a grain of my experiences.

I did this for 18 years. Eighteen years. Daily. The damage it has done to me is never ever going to be fixed.

The thread I made on Twitter received a number of supportive messages from others with dissociative disorders who echoed my sentiments. I'm legitimately at the point where I ask "were we attracted to this type of play because we were predisposed to it" or "do we have serious disorders due to our time playing in the deep end"

Neither one need to be true. Doing so did damage. A lot of damage.

So here's my first question off the bat.

"What if your hypnotist gets hit by a bus?" what if one day you wake up and you no longer have someone to explore this gigantic portion of your soul with. What if access to this kind of play existed only within a relationship. Are you willing to allow that much of your personal experience and agency be left to someone else's hands?

What about trust. Can you trust someone to shape a part of yourself? Dinny, Carrie and Noel each did harm in their own way handling the bits of me I shared with them. Noel warped and twisted and perverted them to the point of which these characters, real and living aspects of me feel violated by his impact upon them. Carrie abandoned them and let them wither and die without even considering attachments I had made to them... attachments they had to the stories and connections they had made... and then Dinny? Dinny never treated them as real. They were fantasy and the situations were fantasy and it was all just a game.

Let me tell you about that last one. If you want to play out a hateship scene and utilize hypnosis to make your partner think that they are in that hateship scene, the emotions exist. They will bleed through and poison you in your waking state. If you are made to perform as a vampire who wants nothing more than to taste flesh then you are going to feel that desperate hunger and be trying with every fiber of your being to overpower the hypnotist who has the ability to end the scene if things get rough but, and this is the important part, unless you set up grounding-- you will not know that in the moment.

I legitimately have nightmares about the things I did while acting in scenes Dinny ran.

And lastly...

Are you willing to accept that there are parts of you that can do things that you in your waking and natural state, simply cannot do?

I do not know if doing these things makes you more vulnerable to the symptoms of a dissociative disorder or not, but I know that a damn lot of people who did this stuff excessively happen to have these symptoms.

Look. I don't hide my DID diagnosis on Tumblr. It hurts that I have a mesmerizing Fae in my heart who is more lovable than I am, more confident, more capable, more experienced and charming. I hate that she can perform feminine voice better than me. I hate that she can push boundaries and harm me without a thought. I hate feeling inferior to me. I hate feeling like I'm just a function of a person that people want around more.

I hate finding evidence that she had a whole online life that we hid so well that even post-diagnosis I am not fully sure what she did. I hate feeling powerless that I'm not in control of my own life and reality.

Dawn scares me. I am afraid of the part of me that most people love.

...and I have no way of communicating that as a warning that doesn't sound exotic and enticing. Because dissociative disorders are not exotic and enticing. They're boring, exhausting and tedious and though I am 50/50 on whether it can be accidentally induced through hypnosis play, I know there is no damned chance in hell any person should willingly gamble with that possibility.

I know so many systems and people who have endured extreme brainwashing who would be behind me when I say this.

DO. NOT. DO. IT.

...and so... assuming you have read all the warnings and you're not actively trying to invoke installed personalities into a person (which I do not condone under any circumstances at all).

How can we do character play and not leave lasting damage?

That's a question I have asked myself so so many times.

Firstly, avoid anything that makes the character headspace an extra layer. Do not use hypnosis to mold them. Do not give them their own triggers. Do not do anything which can be used as a divide between the waking self and the constructed persona.

But that's more "Don't" isn't it. Here's what you can do.

I think the best way is instead of having the hypnotee monitor the scene and step in when they need to, ask them to treat it as a performance. That they are aware of the artificial nature of the scene but at all times they will commit to taking on the role as an actor would on stage.

The key is to associate the role with the hypnotee enough that they are present in the scene while allowing them to commit to the actions without experiencing the thoughts and feelings of their own. Insist that no matter the morality and behavior of the character, the hypnotee as the actor will never cross their personal limits or ethics for the sake of the scene.

Then at the end of the sequence be sure to end the scene and ground the hypnotee, have them remember everything that had happened, remember them performing the act and deciding how to handle every decision. Make sure that the entire time that character and actor are one and the same and all hypnosis is doing is allowing the actor to invest in the bit.

That is legitimately the only safe way I think one can engage in this kind of play and from that angle it seems as harmless a suggestion as any scene.

But no shortcuts. No triggers that induce character headspace. No trying to breathe life into characters and allow them to inhabit. Even channeling them or letting them speak through the hypnotee courts a level of dissonance between states.

It's possible to enjoy the spontaneity of character play without suppressing the ego of the hypnotee. As I mentioned at the start, it may seem like a desirable outcome for some hypnotees to experience a state of ego-death and allow themselves to experience becoming someone else for a little while. It sounds appealing on paper.

A responsible hypnotist should never indulge that kind of desire and a respectable hypnotee should never burden a hypnotist with that level of responsibility. The damage is too risky.

Lastly, and this applies to all.

DEBFRIEF

Every major scene in any kink should involve a debrief segment. This helps with the grounding and it helps establish the in and out of scene dynamic while allowing the hypnotee to associate with their actions. "I did" rather than "they did".

One of my bigger mistakes in character play in my younger days was that I baked amnesia in and allowed my play partner to tell me about the scenes after the fact. This made it seem like the characters in the scene were the ones controlling things and I was a passive and absent spectator. Not good for healthy associations.

During a debrief the hypnotist and hypnotee should discuss their roles in the scene, how they felt during the experience. It gives both parties an opportunity to interrogate how the other is perceiving things, catch any flags (abuse of control over the scene, losing reality to fantasy etc) and give one another ideas for how to improve for future scenes. Debriefs make all kink play better in my opinion. Plus who doesn't like a bit of feedback on how you handled things in scene?

...look... I don't want to be an old lady yelling at the kids for doing things when I did them myself at that age.

I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't pretend I didn't see the allure on both sides of the watch.

I just... there weren't 20+ year experienced hypnosis veterans who had been in my character play abusing position when I was growing up. No one warned me. I learned all this the hard way and I hurt people. People I loved. Moreover I hurt me. In ways that will never heal.

I just want to spare anyone I can the pain of going through this.

So, in quick summary:

Ensure reality is always in the room.

Ensure the hypnotee is always aware of themselves and their action.

Reset after every scene.

Do not allow situational scenes to become direct triggers.

If you insist on reusing altered headspaces and characters then install and deinstal every time to limit any lingering traces out of scene. Do not allow them to have programming/conditioning unique to them.

Avoid allowing the hypnotee to circumvent their own ego and agency in a scene.

Debrief

Play safe... if you must play at all.

#camden posting #community safety #hypnosis #hypnokink #watch me post my trauma in public #personal

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cordeliawhohung · 5 months

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If you’re still doing requests can I get some Simon/Spook fluff? Like sitting on the tub together him just there with knees bent, her between them laid back against him, maybe dozing, and his personal thoughts about it (it being the entire relationship/feelings) I’d LOVE if it was post Everything You Touch (like if she survives and is healed) and his thoughts on that situation. But doesn’t have to be canon to the actual fic as I’m sure you don’t want spoil it. Listen I’d write this FOR you, but I don’t have the courage to ask you for permission to.

okay so, apologies this took awhile to get out. you sent in this request as i writing a very similar scene for the actual story and i was like welp al;sdkjf but now that i'm extremely sick i got the time to sit down and write :3 so in this non-canon little drabble, spook was never seriously injured and is in a bit better head space than canon story just because i wanted to try and keep this as soft and fluffy as possible for you <3 also because y'all deserve some fluff after all the hurt. (also i am like SICK sick and i did my best to edit but apologies if this is a jumbled mess)

wc: 1k

Warm water enveloped his body as best as it could in the small tub Simon found himself shoved into. Legs bent and knees several inches above water, he was honestly a bit cold, especially with the icy surface of the tile against his back. But he would face the freezing cold and more if it meant he got to hold you like that forever. With you nestled between his legs, your back pressed right up against his chest as you leaned your weight into him, trusting him enough to not let you slide down into the water. Not that you really had much room to do so, anyway, with how you had to keep your own legs bent to accommodate all the room he took up.

How long had it been since he was last able to hold you like that? A time that wasn’t in some taunting dream that haunted him over the countless sleepless nights he had suffered over the last month? When was the last time he could let his fingertips wander over your body, feeling the goosebumps as they stood up along your skin in his wake? He had spent so much time trying to remember the sound your heart made when it thudded in your chest that he almost didn’t think about how he might not ever get to hear it again.

Simon leaned forward some, arms wrapping around your center as he pulled you closer to him. It was like he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were nestled in the strict confines of his ribcage, and even then he wasn’t too sure. Melting into him, your hands reached up to rest on his arms, almost as if giving him permission to devour you. But he would never do such a thing, and instead, he pressed his lips gently against the back of your head before allowing himself to settle down once more.

“You’re so comfy,” you spoke up, quiet voice echoing off of the smooth bathroom walls.

“Not gonna fall asleep on me are ya, sweetheart?” he teased softly.

“I might.”

And that would be fine, he thought. He hadn’t been blind to the difficulties you had sleeping those nights. You were lucky if you were able to fall asleep before two in the morning, and even luckier if you didn’t wake up a few hours later in a cold sweat. Sometimes he was afraid to touch you in those moments, fearing he’d wake you; break you. But then? With the water washing away the stench and the filth of everything the two of you had endured, it was like being reborn. There was something to be said about being made anew while holding you in his arms. Maybe in time he’d find the words.

“Sure you don’t want to wash up first?” he prompted, though he didn’t dare move an inch.

“Yeah,” you said softly, eyes long since closed.

“The water’ll get cold.”

“You’ll keep me warm.”

He would. He’d set himself on fire if it kept your fingers from going stiff. And though flames were nice, nothing was quite as warm as flesh blood, and he’d pour every drop out of himself if you asked him to. How maddening it was, knowing he’d destroy himself for you.

Simon continued to hold you as he listened to your breaths slow and body go limp. If you weren’t already asleep, you were damn close to it. It was as his skin started to prune that he realized he wanted to grow old with you; if a man like him would ever have the opportunity to, anyway. There was something that was healing about your presence, something he couldn’t place for the longest time. Eventually he realized it was purpose.

You gave him a purpose that wasn’t bloody. One that didn’t involve guns or knives and skinning humans as if they were livestock. All you required of him was the softest touch he could muster, and the press of his lips against your skin. You were the first thing in his life that didn’t demand his violence, and yet also the first thing he’d glady turn into a monster for if it meant keeping you safe.

Suddenly, your body jerked, and the bathwater splashed around with your movement. His arms tightened around you as you let out a sharp sigh before quickly relaxing again.

“I fell,” you said simply.

“Fell?” he repeated.

“Yeah, like… you know when you’re falling asleep, and it feels like you’re falling through the bed?” you asked, to which he hummed in response. “I fell.”

“Good thing I was here to catch you.”

He could feel you roll your eyes in response to him, but even if he couldn’t see your face he knew you smiled. Before you could say anything snarky in response, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.

“C’mon,” he urged, “starting to prune.”

Before you knew it, he had dried you off and gotten you dressed in the most comfortable pajamas he could find before wrapping you in as many blankets as your body could handle. It didn’t take you long to fall back asleep, face relaxed as your shoulders moved with your soft breathing.

He couldn’t help but stand at the foot of the bed and watch you for a moment. His eyes traced the features of your face, how your eyelids intermittently fluttered, how your lips slightly parted. You were all his. His to cherish, love, protect. Every time he looked at you there was this feeling that blossomed in his stomach, a question that bubbled in the back of his throat, something that he wasn’t sure he should entertain quite yet.

For the time being, he settled for sliding into bed next to you. His warmth enveloped you better than any blanket could, and the security of his body was more comforting than anything else you could ever imagine. As the two of you laid there, minds slowly beginning to wander into a fuzzy world, Simon promised himself he wasn’t ever going to let go of you again.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #soft spot

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months

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Okay, okay, imagine how nice it'd be to help Hobie relax.

Like he came back from a hard job cause of the spidey society, he's tired, worn out, on the brink of sleep. You help him calm down, run a bath for him, undress him, bathe him, take special care of his hair, massage him. Making sure to pepper kisses along his skin, anything to help him relax. Once the two of you are out, you dress him, help him with his hair products, and get him in bed. (Hc he likes hearing your heart to go to sleep), but while he's sleeping, Miguel calls, and you shut him down, threatening him to give Hobie a break. Once y'all wake up HOURS later, you make him breakfast like pancakes and such. Just a nice domestic moment to help Hobie cause man is probably up all the time, working, fighting, all that. He just needs lots of love.

I love this anon.

Relax

Hobie sighed when he opened the door, mumbling something under his breath and he looked up to see you on the couch with a wide smile.

You ran up to him, giving him a hug and kissing him, he smiled slightly and closed the door with his shoes, and kissed you back.

“Hi, love.” He mumbled, he sounded tired, exhausted even.

“Hi. You okay?” You asked, and looked him up and down.

“I’m fine. Jus’ tired.” He said, still smiling slightly at you and wiping his eyes. He took off his shoes and you frowned slightly.

“Hobes, what do you say I run you a bath?”

“I’d love to, but I’m probably just gonna go to sleep.”

“While you’re all sweaty and gross?”

He stayed silent for a minute and laughed quietly, nodding.

“Okay.” He said quietly, you smiled and you both went into the bathroom.

Hobie thought that he felt like a child like this, having you run a bath all for him, and undress him. He held his arms up as you took his shirt off, him taking off all his jewelry.

But he didn’t mind it, he found it… nice almost.

He slowly got in, his eyes begging to be shut at this point.

You put the oil onto his scalp with careful fingers, then moisturizing his hair. His head was thrown back onto the edge of the bathtub, eyes shut.

You smiled at him for a little bit, letting him relax before tellling him to sit back up for a second.

He did so, and you put the body wash onto your hands, washing as much as his body as you could.

Once you were done you started to massage him, making his once tense shoulders now relax a bit.

You pressed a few kisses onto his skin, his shoulders and neck while your hands worked his body.

His body relaxed under your touch, he trusted you with his whole body, with his whole life.

After that, you both left, he dried himself and picked out clothes, which you helped him in.

He simply just chose to wear comfortable pajama pants, with no shirt because he found it comfy. He kissed you again and you both laid down.

“Thank you. I love you.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, faced so his head was on your chest.

You smiled. “Of course. I love you.”

He started to fall asleep, and you almost did before a loud beeping woke you up, You looked at Hobie who was still sound asleep.

You then looked at his watch. “Hobie, I need you to-“ Miguel paused when he saw you, and Hobie sleeping, face hidden in your chest.

“It’s like 2 am. Give him a break.” You rolled your eyes, narrowing them at Miguel who just sighed and disappeared.

He started to stir and you quickly wrapped his arms back around you, and went back to sleep.

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In the morning, he wasn’t woken up until he heard something going on in the kitchen. He slowly opened his eyes to not see you next to him.

He called out your name. “Yeah?”

He stayed silent, and he got up quickly. He looked around the now clean room and stepped outside.

“Hey.” He mumbled, putting his arms around you, kissing your neck as you made him pancakes, which made you smile.

“Hi. You sleep okay?”

“Thanks to you.” He said against your skin, lips still on your neck.

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@techta @1eonk @chipstermation6 @whosace16 @ @l-pandamatic-l

@spider-phoenix @zebralover @my-melo-gf @wiz-te-ria @tzuyuzzs @luvsaluv @mxkn

@deputy-videogamer @666kpopfan @jared-oranges @likelilac @jjkclub

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@chaoticevilbakugo @hobiebrainrot @anonima-2 @melda0m3

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider man across the spider verse

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 9

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, I know way more than I intended because of comments and reblogs on previous posts, so I'm in the know now.

A Black Brooder and a (once fake) Blue Boy sit in a car probably declaring for the millionth time that they love each other while MY RED RASCAL IS STILL BEING HELD HOSTAGE!

Charlie and the Omegaverse Factory (except Jeffrey WHO IS STILL MISSING!)

"Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious."

This came up earlier but do they all live together and I missed that somewhere? They all have different houses, so why is Charles putting his hands on Alan now? Did he trick them to all live together so he can steal their powers easier? Does Alan even have powers? Do Northwest Kardashian and Sonic Drive-In have powers? So many questions! Don't tell me the answers. The chaos and confusion adds to the fun.

Why are you back at the reds alone, Barbara?!

Pete is a GOOD MAN. This situation looks gross as fuck, but he is wearing blue, so I already know my man is there for good reasons.

The truth is being revealed. They are in the light instead of the dark, and the blue is backing my man, so as the colors stated: Pete is a GOOD MAN! How? I don't know, but the colors don't lie.

Record scratch! Where did the red go?! That was the same way Barbara entered the reds house, and now the red is gone. *whispers* It's because Waymond is the red like episode three told us.

Whatever Waymond is saying is a lie. The red is surrounding Barbie! It's still there! YOU AREN'T SAFE, BARBIE!

BARBIE!

Waymond Brutus Fitzgerald, you don't have to do this. The blue is *right there* ho-migo. You can be a good guy. You don't have to be a red. Oh, God, no. WAYMOND, NO!

Nah. You had a choice, Waymond. You could have been blue like Pete, lying Charles, and (still-kidnapped?) Jeffery, but you picked this bullshit. I'm so mad at you. You don't deserve Peter. And Kimberly is the only red I respect.

We finally got a light (white-colored) Barbie, but at what cost?

Kentana, let me recap your fuck ups: you captured Jeffrey, you watched Kimberly get beat up, you conspired with Decanus to mess up Barbie's car, and now you are just standing there. I support queer wrongs, but you have yet to prove the "queer" part which is super important, so right now, you are just WRONG, and I can't support that. Kiss a man or sacrifice yourself because you are pissing me all the way off.

Northwest and Sonita are wearing more blue, but what the hell is up with that red around your neck Northwest?! I canNOT trust these two.

Nice to know your time being held hostage by the reds convinced you to commit to the blue, Jeffrey. By fucking time, sir.

Oh, Jeffrey seeing thangs! Decanus is bad. We been knowing that. But is that . . . Alan on the floor?! It has to be since the visions came after Jeffrey touched Alan. Oh no no. Wait, is that BARBIE?! They are the only two who wear tanks!

Kentana better be finally committing QUEER wrongs.

Nothing is going to happen to Charles. Color-coded boys in love get happy endings. But this was bound to happen once Barbara took off his glasses. Accidents happen when people who need glasses don't wear them. Next.

Jeffrey, why are you at the kids table? Are you turning bad. AGAIN!

Who is holding the gun? Does Big Red have a bracelet like that? Why do y'all keep walking back into this damn house like y'all won't die! *whispers* because they won't

Big Red uses swords not guns?

I know it was Way being punched by Barbie earlier, but is this Whiny Winifred?! Let that be a win for us! Because that better not be Kimberly. It. Better. Not. Be. But secret third option: Waymond since he has been the red in hiding.

The red is still around you two newly-reformed Blue Boys. The danger is always there.

Wait! Jeffrey! No! You committed to the blue! Is this why you were surrounded by red?! You were going to go back! WHY?! ALAN LOVES YOU!

Vegas' Hedgehog, why are you wearing orange?! Is your superpower to annoy me? At least Northwest loves you. Are y'all discussing Jeffrey going back to Big Red?! Nah. Alan is too calm. AND DECANUS IS THERE?! I thought he left the team after that race?! Jeffrey will not be pleased with this hug unless Jeffrey really is back to being red. Wait! Is Dean back because Jeffrey told Big Red to send him back! Urgh! For everyone to be a secret red, y'all trust way too many folks. I hate when the plot isn't plotting the way I thought it was plotted.

Even the product placement must fit into the blue vs. red theme. Good!

SONIC, YOU MOTHERF*CKER! I SWEAR TO GOD!

Oh! Charles' spidey sense is tingling. Does that mean danger is near? No! It means you two are going to have sex. AGAIN! Kimberly is dying, but continue with your light vs. dark dynamic. Glad to see you back to your dark ways, Barbara.

Well, at least Whiny Winifred has one win under his belt for the reds before he (hopefully) bleeds red aka DIES!

I hit my picture limit, but next week, Dean is bad (Pikachu face), Waymond gets his ass beat, as he should, and the show is really trying to make us believe Barbara or Charles are going to get into a serious crash which AIN'T happening because they have superpowers and are color coded, so . . . they'll be fine. Oh, and Sonic Boom Boom is wearing blue again just to irritate me before he wears coral or some shit, but all I care about is

WHERE IS KIM POSSIBLE?!

When Kimberlina gets free, because he WILL get free, he needs to run so far away from these people. He better not join the blue racing team. They are too busy being fake and having sex. Kimbers, you deserve better than this.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 9 #Where is Kim?!#Is he alive?!#He is safe?!#He is being hugged?!

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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| benighted ↠ plunged into darkness ⸻ dabi |

synopsis ↠ despite last week's argument, you still found yourself at your boyfriend's first tour concert.

warnings ↠ smut. 18+. toxic relationship. rockstar!dabi. exhibitionism. face-fucking. black-coded reader. female reader. afab reader. reader learns she has a slight exhibitionism kink. degradation. honestly, a bit of dub-con. dabi calls reader a slut. hawks is in this. just trust me on this. dabi fucks you in the back of the club

writer’s notes ↠ despite me finishing it, it took me two weeks to edit it because I didn't feel like it. Lord... anyway I hope y'all enjoy this, I definitely tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one. also thank you for 2.3k followers. I luv yaaaalllll.

wc ↠ 3.9k

It was loud.

That was a usual occurrence when it comes to their shows. The crowds screaming, girls swooning, and guitar and bass clashing together in a rough medley as the drums and keyboard kept the tempo. LEAGUE was their name, a band Touy—Dabi joined three years ago, and since then has only been going up and up. You remember the day he told you he had finally found a band decent enough, crashing in your loft apartment laying across your body as you watched a movie together. His love for bass guitar was the one thing that he brought from his family home, his outlet from an explosive family dynamic.

Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him behind your sunglasses. He was shirtless, body glistening with sweat, the overhead spotlights giving him a cool glow. His arms and chest were littered with tattoos that you still didn’t know when he got done. His dyed black hair hangs over his face, covering his eyes ever so slightly. You then moved your gaze towards the crowd, looking all the way up into the nosebleeds. It was their biggest show to date, evident from their growing success. Couldn't help the little smile that formed on your face, you leaned against the wall as their guitarist, Spinner, if you remembered correctly led them to their last song of the night. As the slowest song played, you hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. You could feel a lot of movement behind you, stage managers getting ready for cleaning up after the show.

As the final note came out, the crowd cheered louder than it had before for the night. Standing up straight, you held your bag close to you before turning around and beginning to walk away. You rather not be here when a flood of managers surrounded them, headed towards the dressing rooms. You passed by Magne, or Big Sis Magne dubbed by the rest of the band, according to Dabi. She was the only one who was somewhat nice to you, helping you get backstage while they were just beginning their show. You got to the dressing rooms, one for each band member. You got it in the middle, labeled with his very name as well.

Using the key Magne gave you, you unlocked it revealing the seemingly normal dressing room. Over to the left was a couch, with Dabi’s stuff all over it, his bass guitar’s case sitting against the couch. Sighing, you walked over to the desk, grabbed the rolling chair by the vanity table, and sat right on it. Staring at yourself in the multiple mirrors side by side, illuminated by bright Hollywood bulbs. Your curls fluffed out, falling a bit past your shoulders, dyed in the color Dabi had dared you to do a while back, now beginning to grow out. Reaching up, you pulled off your slim sunglasses, revealing the makeup you did for tonight. Matching with the black mini dress you were wearing, paired with some platform boots and belt chain, spelling “Chanel '' on it.

You two were on bad terms once again, arguments spewing out all over a guy you met whilst partying with Dabi after one of his performances. To Dabi, it was as if you were holding a sign over your head screaming, “come fuck me” to the guy. You didn’t see it that, rather seeing it as enjoying yourself for once out of the few times you came with him to his stupid after-parties. When you brought up something you can’t even remember at this point. It was heavy, you threw things, and he brought up your family. And then you brought up his family. For some reason, that was out of bounds, all ending with him telling you not to bother coming to the first stop on the tour, which was a few towns over from where you live. It was something you were so proud of him for, and despite all that, you both found a way to pick another fight with each other. Still, you thought, you weren’t going to miss this for the world.

“What are you doing here?”

Jumping at the unexpected voice, you turned around only to see the man of the hour. He came inside the room, closing the door behind him. He was still shirtless from his performance, his bass strapped around his body. In his hands he was holding a t-shirt, probably the one he was wearing on stage before he took it off.

Ignoring the urge to stare at him, you looked up at him, “I wanted to come to support you, I promised you I would.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch with his things on them and going through them. Sighing, you walked towards him, grabbing his wrist while trying to pull him towards you. Despite the annoyance on his face, he let you pull him around. Luckily, there was just enough space for you to push him on the couch. Slowly, you climbed right on top of him, resting right on his lips against his black baggy pants. The sounds of his chains moving again to you as you got comfortable.

“Come on, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” You told him, resting your arms against each of his shoulders.

He still said nothing, looking everywhere but at you. Rolling your eyes slightly, you leaned down towards him, beginning to place slow kisses all along his exposed neck. The taste of salt left you unphased, and you continued your actions. His hands came up around your hips, squeezing them tight when you passed over a certain area on his neck. Your path moved up, and glossy kisses soon reached his cheek, moving your head around to meet him before resting your lips on his own. It was still a few seconds but he returned the kiss, moving his hands around your waist. Letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him, unconsciously grinding on him as well. Dabi took control of the kiss with no fight from you, his grip around your waist falling down to your bottom.

Dabi stood up with a grunt, you squealing as you held on to him tight, his hand still on your ass. He carried you over to the vanity, basically slamming you against the table. Gasping as he suddenly let go of the kiss, leading himself down to your neck, leaving his own rough kisses along it.

“You piss me off so fucking,” you heard him mumble against your skin, “much.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, “you like it though.”

Dabi didn’t say anything but continued to lay kisses up and down your neck. Your own hands dug into his hair, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. His hands began to slide underneath your dress, sliding back the material. The clothing revealed the thin black thong you wore under the dress, already soaked. His fingers thumbed at the thin cloth, before wrapping his fingers around it, ripping it right off. Screaming you tried to push him away but he was attached to you, pulling the thin thong off your body.

“Dabi, stop fucking ripping my panties—” cut off but him sinking two of his fingers within you.

Gasping, your grip on his hair tightened in surprise. He smirked within your skin at your cut-off reactions, slowly thrusting the digits in and out of you. His cold thumb pressed against your clit, the sudden temperature change, causing you to squeal, back arching, head nearly banging against the table edge. As he fingered you, you could hear ruffles of clothing, and the sound of a zipper unzipping. Your hands left his hair, your manicured nails coming up around his back, underneath his shirt. Slowly, he removed his fingers, licking off the arousal all over them. Soon you felt hands upon your shoulders, pushing you down right back onto the floor. Looking up at him, staring at his blue eyes as his hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.

Reaching up, pulling down his pants as well, his lengthy cock slapping you slightly in the face. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, moving your head up. Dabi groaned, his hands grabbing at your hair before pursuing you against him. Gasping as he pulled you up slightly, before pressing his tip past your lips. His thick cock forced itself down your throat, pushing it down, gagging around him as he did. Drool dripped down your face, as he fucked you roughly, smirking down at the way your lips stretched around him. You tried to suck, matching his crude pace, the only thing you could do was relax as best as you could, letting him take full control of you.

“Fuck, look at your drooling with my dick in your mouth,” he cursed, hissing as he pushed you down further, causing you to gag even further.

Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes, your inner thigh sticky with slickness. Your hands held out to his thighs, finding some sort of balance as he suddenly pressed you down, basically forcing all of him down your throat.

“How are you gonna make it up to me? Swallowing my cock like a slut, huh?” He huffed out, his voice getting tiger with tension, his grip doing the same.

You tried your best to nod your head, mouth still full. You tried to cross your thighs as much as you could within your position, but he forced his foot in between them, pressing his heavy boot right over your drenched pussy. Your choked moan vibrated against, him, striving to grind yourself against him. He let off a menacing smirk, letting go of your braids before using both of his hands to hold you, forcing your head up and down.

“Fuck, fuck so fucking nasty, take take it all… “ he groaned, throwing his head back.

With one final thrust, with no remorse for you, groaning as he came down your throat. He kept you down, ignoring your slight protests, relishing in the feeling of your throat around his cock. Soon he let you go, allowing you to breathe, gasping with lips wet with cum and spit. You felt his hand grab you under your chin, before forcing right up to your feet. He pressed his lips against your wet ones, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Bracing yourself at the intensity, hands grasping around his arms as he pushed back against the vanity, this time pushing you up, making you sit on the table. Dabi gripped your thighs, parting your legs wide open, revealing your soaked cunt. His hands reached down, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your gushing pussy. Moaning, back arching as he rubbed slow, harsh circles into your clit.

Just as his hands began to slide your dress, a loud knock came at the door.

“Dabi, hurry the fuck up! We still have this fucking after-party to go to!”

It was Toga, another one of Dabis’ bandmates. Groaning, feeling cold as Dabi pulled away from you.

“Do we have to go?” You asked him, bringing his arms back around his waist.

He groaned, looking between the door before back at you. Slowly he pulled away from you, helping you off the table before walking towards his things. As he fixed up his bag, you fixed up your dress, pulling your straps up once again. Glancing down at the scraps of clothes on the floor that was once your thong, seeing Dabi bend over and pick them up. Rolling your eyes, turning around, grabbing your bag, pulling out the lipgloss you brought, and fixing your lips back up. As you did, you could feel an arm slither around your waist, before pulling you closer. You look up, seeing Dabi now fully shirted, this time it was black, but it had the LEAGUE symbol on it. Leaning down, he placed his lips roughly back on yours, surprising you for a bit. His hard press cast your legs to shake a bit, grabbing on him and his shirt to find balance. Slowly he broke the kiss, your lips slightly swollen from the intensity.

Another loud knock came to the door, even louder than the one before. He sighed again, looking at the door before back at you. With no words, he jerked his head towards the door, eyebrow raised. Understanding the silent question, “wanna head off?” You nodded your head, taking your lipgloss and reapplying it as Dabi guided you to the door. He walks you two to the door, opening to reveal Toga standing outside, an irritated look on her face.

“Finna-fucking-lly, the tour bus is waiting for us t take us there.” She said before locking eyes with you.

She just rolled her eyes, before walking away. A grimace came on your face, rolling your eyes and looking down at the girl as she walked away. You looked back up at Dabi who simply shrugged his shoulders before walking off, taking you with him.

It was loud.

Much like the concert but this time, you were ready to go home. The after-party was happening at a club twenty minutes away from the concert venue. You kept to yourself, sipping away at the cranberry vodka he had gotten you five minutes ago. It was crowded with lots of people but mostly the growing fanbase of the band, filled with mostly well-meaning fans, but also those who didn’t understand the basic idea of personal respect. You met the stink eyes of one too many girls who were part of Dabi’s own growing fanbase. You looked away from them, however, trying to keep your focus on Dabi when a familiar flash entered your vision.

Neon lights made up for the full-on darkness the club was in, everyone wearing glowing ornaments. You wore glowing blue and purple bangles all along your gloved hands and arms, right along with the silver bracelet Dabi got you a few months ago. Your rope-like twists up in a high ponytail, and you ripped your shot against the person in front of you before thawing it right back. Everyone around you cheered as you finished your shit first, slamming it against the bar table. The man in front of you, someone you had just met tonight, finished his shot before copying your movements, slamming his own glass on the table.

“Okay, okay I'll admit to you, you're a better drinker than me!” He acknowledged, giving you a half-exaggerated bow.

You can help but laugh loudly, alcohol roaring and moving through your system.

“Thank you for finally admitting it,” you said, taking his acceptance.

You had no idea how you even got to this situation, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but this was probably the most fun you’ve had coming to these types of parties. After his shows, he liked to drag you out to different clubs and parties. Laughing, you leaned against the bar before turning around to order a club soda, something to help you sober up. You could feel the man come up beside you, asking for the same thing you did. As you two got your orders, you turned towards him, the two of you taking a sip of the carbonated water, you couldn't help but smile at each other. The drink cooled your system down a bit, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you. His hair was feathery, like a bird’s wings, wearing a simple black shirt that was only buttoned once, revealing his sweaty chest. His golden-brown eyes were piercing through you, despite his humorous countenance.

Once the two of you finished your drink, handing them back to the bartender, the man spoke up first, “Keigo, but most people just call me Hawks. I still don’t know why.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, glancing between him and his hair, “I can think of one reason.”

The two of you broke out in laughter, but just before you could say anything, you heard a throat clear behind you. You turn around and Hawks glance right behind you, you staw familiar tattoos along with piercing blue eyes gazing right between the two of you. Immediately you got out of your seat, making your way toward your glowering lover. Heart pounding slightly as you glanced at him, seeing him no longer focused on you but on the man you were just talking to. You came up in front of him, trying to wrap yourself around him. It was futile, him pushing you off of him as he walked closer and closer to him.

“You tryna piss me off right now?”

“Dabi—” you tried to cut in but Hawks cut in right before you could.

He glanced between the two of them before shrugging his shoulders, “hey, we were just having some fun, no need to get all angry.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, reaching to grab him by the shirt before you finally stepped in, pulling his hand off of him. Dabi pushes you away, before sending a punch flying to Hawks’ face, the entire audience around you gasping as he did. The blonde man slumped on the floor, Dabi wiped away what little blood he had on his hands onto his dark pants. Once He did he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from everyone, despite you fighting his hold. You weren’t too far from everyone before pulling yourself out of his hold.

“What the actual fuck was that?!” You screamed at him, trying to push him away from you.

He just scoffed as you continued to yell at him, “the first time I actually have some fun at these fucking parties you drag me to and you PUNCH someone in the face?”

“Didn’t know throwing yourself around counted as fun,” he yelled right back at your face, everyone around him hearing him loud and clear.

The argument continued well into the night, ending up with you two right at your apartment, screaming at each other

It was him. Hawks, he called himself from a week ago.

You glanced over his form, he wore a glossy-like silver shirt, with black pants with it as well. His hair still looked the same as before, and he wore glasses above his face. His shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, revealing just enough of his chest, tied in the silver chain hanging down from his neck. Your eyes continued to gaze down his form, but before you could do anything else. The grip that was once resting around you tightened before mostly pushing you against the wall. Gasping at the sudden hand around your neck, pressing you further into the wall.

“Dabi,” you tried to get out but were cut off by his other hand slipping under your dress, roughly pressing against your clit.

The feeling of your oxygen slowly being more and more restrictive as your body reacted, twisting in growing euphoria as he did. He said nothing, grunting and positioning his body in between your legs. His grip around you loosened a bit as you felt his cold zipper press up against your cunt. His fingers soon left before feeling him fumble against his button and zipper.

Gasping, relaxing where exactly you were, glancing around at the backs turned towards you.

“Dabi, fuck baby, we’re in public! Wait,” you squealed, feeling his thickness begin to press against you.

Cursing, grabbing a hold of him as he sunk his thickness into your wet heat, squirming within his hold. The wall vibrated with the heavy bass and 808 drums of the music within the club. Your eyes glanced all around you, before locking eyes into a golden brown that seemed to have gotten closer. A sudden thrust broke the slight trance you were under, moaning as he repeatedly plunged into you, uncaring of your own concerns. His hand fully left your throat, allowing you to breathe and speak as it came up under your thighs, before pressing them up against the wall, parting your legs in full. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper into you. Your squeals were luckily covered by the music, and the darkness covered you just enough that if no one looked hard enough, they would see you.

Yet there were those gold-brown eyes, in the corner of your vision as you were now focused on Dabi fully. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you knew it, and you had the biggest feeling as he fucked you against the wall, that Dabi knew as well.

Was that it? Did he press you up here just because he knew he was watching?

“Squeezing around me like a fucking vice,” he groaned, leaning right up in your ear as he did so, “is it because he’s watching you? Huh?”

“You like him watching you get fucked like a little whore?”

You pulsed uncontrollably against him, melting unconsciously with his words. His deep raspy voice incited something within you. His tongue came up around your ear, lapping at it before nibbling away. Your body convulses, curling up against the wall as your thighs tremble, feeling your orgasm building quickly way too quickly.

“Look at him, look at him.”

Gasping, you lifted your head as much as you could, and yet, you could still see his figure looking right at you. At this point he had found a seat, holding a drink close to his face, but yet, he was still looking right at the two of you.

You don’t know what it is, the circumstances, you don’t know, but your body shook violently, coming with a shout which you muffled against his shirt, holding him close. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, drenching part of his shirt and the front of his pants as you held him close to you. Dabi’s own thrust didn’t slow down, in fact, they sped up, his hips slamming against your inner thighs. With one final thrust, he groaned against your shoulder, feeling his cum filling you right up. Letting out heavy breaths, feeling his warm hand grab your hand under your chin. He pulled in, placing heavy pecks against your lips. Your body felt like jelly as he slid out of you, feeling the mixture of your and his cum slowly sliding out of you. His hands came around your dress, pulling down the short material before wrapping his arms around your waist. He soon pulled you out of the darkness, pulling you behind him as he greeted those around him. He bid them goodbye before taking you out of the crowd.

As you walked, you glanced back toward where he was sitting, only to find an empty seat. You looked back at Dabi who was just walking ahead of you, holding your hand. He led you outside, where he went up into the tour bus parked down the street. Dabi knocked on the door, allowing the driver to let him in. He guided you towards one of the beds. Just like a light, you fell into a deep, unclouded sleep.

As you slept peacefully, Dabi’s own phone buzzed with a sudden message. He pulled out his phone, before smirking at the sudden message.

H: you get what you want, sick freak?

D: Yep.

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Night of The Maneater

Part 1: The Chase

Part Two || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3 Halloween Triple Feature Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Afton x Ghostface!Female Reader

Summary: Since the destruction of Fazbear's Fright, Michael could finally celebrate Halloween in peace, but with a new serial killer on the loose known only by the name "The Maneater", how long will his night stay that way?

Content Warnings: Stalking, mentions of death and killing, descriptions of fear and creepy scenarios, death threats, sexual themes

Notes: I don't care that FNAF lore says that Fazbear's Fright happened in the future. This fic takes place in the 1990s because I said so... Also, that time is the perfect setting for a slasher moment and no, I will not be taking criticism.

I also just looked it up and the first Scream movie takes place in 1996, so my guts were on point with this one. Trust my judgement, y'all~

Word Count: 4,352

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Halloween season had an air of peace ever since Fazbear’s Fright burned down. This year, instead of fighting for his life against a group of worn-down animatronics–only one of them being corporeal, though not untouched by the stench of death–he only encountered the bright faces that came to his door in search of candy.

Michael was more than happy to oblige, complimenting the costumes of each child as he dropped some candy into their bags. Each child’s parent warmly smiled in appreciation from across the lawn, and he always reciprocated the soft expression. It was nice, seeing parents who took the time to make memories with their children. It filled him with a sense of pride, knowing he could help create that experience for them.

Once he handed out the last of his candy for the night, he turned out his porch light and headed for his kitchen to start making popcorn. He figured he’d spend the rest of the night catching up on the episodes of The Immortal and the Restless he had recorded to his VCR.

As he was searching his cupboards for an aluminum popcorn pan, the radio on the counter switched from lighthearted Halloween tunes to an emergency news report.

“We’re just getting news of a new serial killing taking place here in Hurricane, Utah.” The radio anchor announced. “Police are currently unable to name a suspect. The only information they have is that this killer seems to only target young men in their mid-twenties. They’ve since been codenamed, ‘The Maneater’. Police are advising that all residents make sure their doors, windows, and all other entrances to their homes are locked-”

“And, that’s enough of that.” Michael muttered to himself as he switched off the radio. What a buzzkill…

He rooted around in his cupboards a little longer before finally finding the aluminum pan he was looking for. He’d just put the pan on the stove when the phone started ringing across the room.

He strolled over to where it was mounted and picked it up. “Hello?”

A woman’s voice softly responded. “Hello.” A long pause followed, the only sound Michael could hear being the soft popping of his popcorn, before she asked. “Who is this?”

“Who are you trying to reach?” Michael wasn’t sure why, but he felt the need to dodge the question. Something felt off already, and he hadn’t talked to this person for more than a few seconds. After another moment of silence, he tried to shut down the conversation. “I think you might have the wrong number.”

“Oh, do I?” The voice sounded playful.

“It happens to the best of us.” Michael reassured. “Take care, now.”

He had just moved to return to the stove when the phone rang again. Since when was I so popular?

He smiled to himself as he picked the phone back up off of the receiver. “Hello?”

“I’m sorry.” The same woman’s voice answered. “I guess I did dial the wrong number.”

Michael nervously chuckled. “So, why would you call me back?”

“To apologize.” The woman’s voice was smooth. She spoke lowly and calmly, like she was reading a bedtime story to a child. “I didn’t mean to inconvenience you, tonight of all nights.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “It happens all the time. I’m going to go now, okay?”

“Hold on,” The voice suddenly sounded hurried. “Don’t hang up, yet.”

Against his better judgment, Michael responded. “Why not?”

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The woman’s voice purred. It sounded almost… sultry.

Michael felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He wasn’t sure whether to be afraid or enthralled. “I’m sure there are more interesting people you could talk to at this time of night. I should go now. Bye.” As soon as he hung up the phone, it immediately began to ring again.

Michael audibly groaned before picking up. “Hello?”

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” The same woman’s voice answered, feigning hurt.

Michael was beginning to grow fed up with what he assumed was a Halloween prank call. “Okay, who is this?”

“Why don’t you tell me your name first, handsome?” If the voice didn’t sound provocative before, it definitely did now.

“Michael,” He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn’t meant to give up that information so voluntarily. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Michael~” The voice sounded borderline pornographic as it tested his name. “Like Michael Myres, from Halloween. I like that.” Michael gulped, the action requiring some effort due to his suddenly dry throat. “What are you up to, Michael?”

“I- I- Uhm-” He stammered. “M- Making popcorn.”

“Making popcorn?” The voice sounded genuinely interested. “I only eat popcorn if I’m watching something. Are you preparing for a scary movie marathon?”

“No, nothing scary.” Michael felt his prior tension easing as the conversation began to seem normal. “Just my favorite show.”

“No scary movies?” The voice sounded playfully appalled. “It’s Halloween! How could you pass up a scary movie on Halloween?”

Michael bashfully scratched the back of his neck. “Not really my thing, I guess.”

“That’s a shame.” The voice sounded almost melodic. “I love a good scary movie.” After a long pause, the voice spoke up again. “So, do you have a girlfriend, Michael?”

He felt his face begin to glow red as his heart fluttered. That question definitely caught him off guard. “I- Well- Uhm- No, not exactly.”

“No need to be shy.” The voice purred. “I’m sure you’re more than a decent catch~”

“Thanks.” Michael struggled to fend off the flattered smile that was tugging at his lips. “So, uhm… Why are you asking me so many of these questions? Are you flirting with me, or something?”

“Maybe~” The voice took on an air of mischief. “I just want to know who I’m looking at.”

Michael felt his heart drop out of his chest. What the fuck?

He cradled the phone in his arms as he ran around the house, checking the windows to see if he could find any suspicious figure looking back at him.

When he couldn’t find anything, he just made sure the windows were locked before he held the phone back to his ear, returning to the kitchen. “What did you say?”

“I said I want to know who I’m talking to, silly!” The voice lightly giggled. “Everything okay?”

“N- no…” Michael breathed, the dread from earlier creeping back into his chest. “That wasn’t what you said.”

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” The voice spoke in a cautionary tone.

Michael struggled to swallow as he gulped again. “I wish I could say this was fun, but… Well… Goodnight, okay?”

“Don’t hang up on me.” The voice sounded a little more firm than the last time it asked him not to hang up.

Michael shivered. “Gotta go…” He hung up the phone and all but ran to the kitchen to take his popcorn off of the stove. He’d just finished pouring it into a large bowl when the phone rang again.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the empty pan in the garbage before picking up the phone. “Hello?”

“I told you not to hang up on me, Michael.” The voice sounded a lot less playful than before, instead bordering on angry. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“What’s your problem?” He began impatiently tapping his foot.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Michael.” The voice sounded almost as annoyed as Michael felt. “As I’ve already said, I just want to talk.”

“Well, talk to someone else, okay?” Michael hated the way his voice cracked, but he hoped he still got his message across.

“Are you getting scared?” The voice found its playful tone again, using it to tease him.

“No, just tired.” He slammed the phone back onto the receiver, making one last attempt to return to his cooling popcorn before the phone rang again.

Michael growled as he answered the phone. “Listen, I don’t-”

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!” The voice exploded. “If you hang up on me again I'll gut you like a fish! Do you understand me?!”

Michael was at a loss for words. As he tried to find the right words to say, his mouth opened and closed, like a fish filtering water.

“I’m sorry, Michael.” The voice purred after a tense moment of silence. “I don’t normally lose my temper so quickly like that. Especially on pretty boys like you.”

Michael was still stuck in an astonished silence, and the voice took that as an invitation to continue. “I don’t like being hung up on. That was rude…” The voice paused, sighing in disapproval before continuing. “I also couldn’t help but notice you locking your windows. I thought it was really bold of you to assume I wasn’t already inside.”

Suddenly, all the power in the house went out, plummeting Michael into a silent darkness. His blood ran cold as he rushed to one of his kitchen drawers to grab a flashlight.

“Wh- What the hell was that?” His hands began to shake as he clicked the flashlight on. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“No, no.” The voice reassured. “Nothing of the sort. I like to think of it as more of a game.”

“I- I’ll call the cops!” Michael attempted a threat of his own.

“Oh, come on, now.” The voice softly tutted. “You’re smarter than this, Michael. You know they’d never make it in time.”

He felt nauseous. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to play a game.” The voice calmly answered. “And if you play the right way, you get to walk out alive.”

Michael scoffed at the voice’s request. “You’re insane.”

“That wasn’t a no.” The voice softly giggled. “Come on, Michael. You know you want to. It’ll be fun~”

“Fine.” Michael spat. “I’ll play your stupid game.”

“Ouch.” The voice teased. “I haven’t even explained the rules yet. But, here they are. We’re going to do a little bit of trivia. I’ll ask you a series of questions. Each time you get a question wrong, I’ll walk into one room adjacent to the one I’m in. Each time you get a question right, I’ll stay put. You can move regardless, but only after you answer a question, and only one room at a time. Oh, and just know that you’ll be moving at your own risk. Got it?”

“You’re insane…” Michael repeated.

“I believe we’ve covered that.” The voice sounded amused at his apparent fear. “I may be insane, but I’m a woman of my word. I haven’t moved an inch since I got here.”

Michael silently shook his head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“A few last-minute things,” The voice went on. “If you hang up on me, I’ll kill you. If you try to leave the house, I’ll kill you. If you try to call the cops, I’ll kill you. Notice the trend?” The voice chuckled before continuing. “And, if I get to the same room as you? …Actually, let’s keep that a surprise for now.” The voice giggled again. “Are you ready for your first question, Michael?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He felt defeated, and the game hadn’t even started yet.

“Good!” The voice enthused. “These questions are scary movie-themed, so I’m afraid you’ll be at a disadvantage.”

“Of course.” Michael muttered, bringing a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose.

“First question,” The voice began. “Proclaiming herself to be the ‘Mistress of the Dark’, this character hosted her own ‘Movie Macabre’ before moving on to star in her own self-titled film. What’s her name?”

Michael struggled to find an answer in his anxious mental haze. “I- I don’t know.”

“Really?” The voice sounded genuinely shocked. “What, do you live under a rock? You have to know this one! Men really love her for her huge… ratings! Yeah, ratings…”

Michael cringed at the voice's poor attempt at humor. “I still don’t know.”

“That’s unfortunate.” The voice sighed. “I’ll be moving rooms now, since the name Elvira doesn’t seem to be coming to your mind.” Then, the only thing Michael could hear on the other end of the line was the sound of a door softly opening and closing. “There we go.”

His mind began to race as he tried to find some strategy to get himself through this game. His house was only one story high, and he only had so many rooms. When moving in, he felt he didn’t need much more than that, since he planned on living alone. He’d originally imagined that the woman was on the other side of the house, but she’d only specified that she was inside. She never told him where she was. That meant she could be anywhere from across the house to right outside the nearest door. Michael decided to stay in the kitchen for the time being. He didn’t want to risk bumping into her just yet… though he’d still be taking that risk if he stayed where he was.

“Alright!” The voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ready for the next question?”

“Let’s do it.” He did his best to summon his courage and clear his thoughts.

“Tell me the name of the killer doll from the film Child’s Play.” The voice directed.

Michael began biting his thumbnail in deep thought. I know this one. It’s that creepy ginger doll. But, what was his name?

“Tick tock, Michael.” The voice taunted. “Neither of us have all night.”

“Chucky!” He blurted once the answer finally came to mind. “The doll’s name was Chucky.”

An agonizing silence passed before the voice purred, “Well done, Michael. You’re more clever than you look. I guess I’ll be staying put this time.”

His mind began whirring again with a million questions. Where could she be? How long would it take for her to find him? What would she do to him once she did? He couldn’t just sit around and find out. Michael took the opportunity to slip from the kitchen into the living room. Since the doorway to the living room was open, he was able to make sure no one was there before entering.

“I see you decided to move this round.” The voice pointed out. “Interesting choice.”

“You know where I am right now?” He shuddered at the possibility.

“Of course I do.” The voice calmly responded. “I’ve been watching you this whole time, Michael.”

He quickly spun around, looking over his shoulder to make sure the owner of the voice hadn’t already found him. “H- How?”

“I don’t want to reveal my secrets just yet.” The voice responded.

Fuck! Michael’s heart began to pound. This obviously put him at a huge disadvantage. He needed to find a way to even out the playing field.

“Well, maybe I’m curious.” A new idea slowly unfurled in his mind as he spoke.

“Well, maybe I want to move on to the next question.” The voice insisted.

“Wait,” Michael felt his resolve slowly growing. “Before we do that, I want to change the rules of the game, just a little.”

A long pause followed, and just when Michael was worried that the voice wouldn’t take the bait, it responded. “Go on…”

“What if I could ask questions, too?” He proposed. “For every question you answer, I’ll stay still, but for every one you refuse, I move.”

This time, the voice let out a hum of consideration. “That sounds fun… I’ll accept, only if I get to move regardless, like you do when I ask questions.”

“Deal.” Michael knew this was a risky plan, but any answers he could get out of this person could help him to escape her. “We’ll alternate asking questions, so it’s fair.”

“Deal.” The voice purred. “After you, cutie~”

Michael felt his face flush as he tried to think carefully about his first question. Now is not the time to get flattered by a crazy killer in your house! …Come to think of it, why is she here?

He decided that would be his first question. “Why did you come here of all places?”

“Hmmm,” The voice paused for a moment before answering. “Because I was looking for a new catch, and you happened to be alone.”

“A new catch?” He was even more confused than before. “What do you mean?”

“Michael, Michael, Michael…” The voice tsked. “You didn’t waste any time before trying to break your own rule.” Michael could faintly hear the sound of a door opening and closing over the phone before the voice continued, softer than before. “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question.”

“Sorry,” Michael gulped. “Go on.”

“Alright, next question,” The line went silent again before the voice found its question. “Name one scary movie that came out this year.”

Michael scratched his head. He knew a lot of horror movies came out this year, but he barely paid attention to the trailers when they came on the television. Think, damnit!

He knew he had to get this one. The owner of the voice could have been anywhere in the house, and the living room had the most doors out of all the rooms.

“Michael, are you still there?” The voice softly giggled. “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you are! Come on. Don’t keep me waiting.”

He knew there was a sequel to some Stephen King movie. What was it? The Shining? No. It? No… Cujo? No, but he vaguely remembered it involving pets. Wait a minute… Pets! That’s it!

“Pet Semetary II,” Michael breathed.

“Well done,” The voice didn’t pause before congratulating him this time. “That tracks. Looks like I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael quickly ran up to the nearest door, holding his ear up to it to make sure he couldn’t hear anyone on the other side. When he felt confident enough, he entered the room, softly closing the door behind him.

“The laundry room?” The voice sounded condescending. “That seems like a dead end to me, but if that’s what you want…”

“It’s my turn to ask a question.” Michael was anxious to get back to the point. He leaned back against the washing machine, gripping the edge with his free hand until his knuckles turned white.

“Okay, okay.” The voice conceded. “Ask away.”

“What did you mean earlier when you said you were looking for ‘a new catch’?” His voice wavered mid-question.

“That’s a good one,” The voice answered. “Sometimes, I’m not even sure, myself. I’ve chalked it up to this. The ideal catch for me is someone beautiful. Someone who’s willing to play my games. Someone strong enough to put up a good fight. But, above all, the ideal catch for me is someone clever and obedient.” After a heartbeat passed, the voice asked. “Is that a satisfactory answer for you, Michael.”

“I- I think so…” He gulped. He felt weak in the knees. What the hell was this person playing at? What was she hoping to do with him once she caught him? No, I can’t think like that. He mentally chided himself. I can’t lose this. I can’t!

But, at the same time, a new feeling rose within him. His sudden weakness in the knees couldn’t only be chalked up to fear. Hearing this voice compliment him tonight, it did things to him. How many times had she called him ‘clever’? How many times had she complimented his looks? Not to mention the thrill of having her go through all this trouble with the hopes of catching him. Part of him almost began to want to be found. Maybe it was because he hadn’t romantically been with someone in a while, but he suddenly found that the hairs on the back of his neck weren’t the only thing standing upright.

Get a grip! Michael frowned the crotch of his jeans, which was slowly pitching a tent.

A new sound snapped him out of his thoughts. He heard a door open and close, except it wasn’t just over the phone. He heard it in real life. He heard it from the next room. The owner of the voice was in the living room. His breath hitched. Oh, god! It’s over…

“Ready for your next question, Michael?” The voice spoke just low enough so he could only hear it through the phone.

Michael decided to match its volume. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Alright,” The voice softly hummed as its owner thought of a question. “Okay! I got one. What is the name of the movie where a group of people take refuge in an old farmhouse to protect themselves from a horde of zombies?”

Now, this sounded very familiar. Michael recognized this as the plot to a movie he’d watched with his family when he was younger. It was one of the fonder memories he had with them before everything began to fall apart. But, it had been so long that he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to recall the name of it. What was it called?

“You’re killing me, Michael.” The voice groaned. “Must you take so long to come up with an answer to every single one of my questions?”

Michael’s brow furrowed in concentration. The title was on the tip of his tongue. If only he could recall it. He knew it had something to do with the ‘living dead’, because of the zombies, and it all happened at night… Oh! Duh! I’m a fucking idiot…

“It’s Night of the Living Dead.” Michael answered. “I used to watch it with my family as a kid.”

“How cute~” The voice purred. “And I thought scary movies weren’t your thing.”

“Not anymore…” He muttered.

“Do you have your next question ready?” The voice asked.

“I think I do.” Michael shuddered as he took a breath to steady his nerves. “Are you ‘The Maneater’ that the radio station’s been talking about?”

“Am I ‘The Maneater’?” The voice softly chuckled as it repeated his question. “I believe that is what they call me, yes.” After that, silence…

That was, until Michael could hear growing footsteps. His heart leapt into his throat. He’d forgotten that whenever he asked a question, she could move rooms regardless of whether or not she answered. This was it. She would open the door and kill him. It was game over. Oh god. Oh, fuck…

He couldn’t breathe. He clicked off his flashlight, but he knew it didn’t matter. She already knew where he was. The Maneater was right there.

Once the shadows of her feet appeared under the door, Michael felt tremors work their way through his body. He gulped, the heartbeat in his ears blocking out any other sounds around him.

Then, the shadows disappeared, and he heard the footsteps quickly retreat. Michael let go of the breath he was holding, a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Your fear is adorable.” The Maneater softly giggled. “No, that’s an understatement.” Her words grew breathy. “Your fear… it excites me.”

Michael willed his heart to slow down. He was convinced that, had the washing machine not been holding most of his weight, he would have keeled over.

“I could chase you like this for hours.” She ecstatically sighed. “After all this time I spent searching… I finally found the perfect catch.”

Her words were barely registering to him. Did she avoid him on purpose? She had the perfect opportunity to catch him just then. Why didn’t she?

“I have to ask, Michael,” The Maneater went on. “And I’m counting this as my next question… Do you enjoy being hunted?”

“Wh- What?” That fully grabbed his attention again.

“Do you enjoy being hunted?” She repeated. “Does our little game of cat-and-mouse excite you?”

Michael felt his face flush. It was like she was invading his mind, as well as his home. “Wh- What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb.” The Maneater scoffed. “I know you know what I mean.” Her voice grew sensual. “Does being hunted turn you on as much as it turns me on to chase you?”

Michael hesitated. Clearly, his common sense steered him to believe it didn’t. This woman was insane, and she’d killed men just like him. There was no way he could possibly enjoy being in such a dangerous position.

His body, however, heavily disagreed. It didn’t care about the circumstances. It just fell prey to the allure of this woman’s voice and it wasn’t as shy as he was about expressing his sudden libido. He looked back down at the evidence, growing more apparent the longer it strained against the front of his pants.

He decided to respond as vaguely as possible, seeing as he wasn’t too sure of the answer himself. “What does that matter? That doesn’t change the fact that I’m stuck playing this crazy game until you leave me alone.”

The Maneater softly chuckled at his boldness. “I should’ve expected that.”

Michael didn’t wait to hear whether or not she considered that answer correct. He knew he had to keep moving. He had to get out of that laundry room before she cornered him in it again.

He threw the door open, not even checking for The Maneater on the other side. He knew she was just a room away, and all she had to do to catch him was turn around, but he didn’t care. He was willing to take that risk.

Michael rushed across the living room, stopping by the door to his bedroom. He already knew what his next question was going to be. He was going to ask The Maneater for her name. If she didn’t answer, he’d be able to move into a new room. If she did, then he’d finally know her by name. He just had to ask for her name and-

WHAM! A flash of pain exploded from the back of Michael’s head, and he fell to the floor from the impact. The last thing he saw was the ghoulish, dark empty eyes of a ghost-faced mask looking down at him before his vision went black.

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maximotts · 1 year

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am I allowed to ask for private hire!Natasha for the NSFW thing?

I wasn't gonna post this until I came back from my hiatus, but I don't know when that'll be and I wanted to try and be nice for Halloween because it's my favorite holiday. So... enjoy PH!WandaNat headcanons, I hope y'all are doing well 🎃

NSFW Alphabet: Private Hire!WandaNat

For Natasha, it depends on the type of sex you had and her mood. If it was just a quickie type thing, she's more than okay with giving you a slap on the ass and maybe a forehead kiss if you pout enough.

If she's been really rough with you, she'll get you into the shower and make sure you're nice and relaxed before letting you lay down, then she'll give you a once over. It might look like Natasha doesn't care tons, but her care comes from watching and taking in information silently. If something's wrong, she'll likely work to make you better before you even realize you feel off.

Wanda on the other hand... it's rare not to hear a "How are you, little dove?" after even the briefest of encounters. She's always snuggling you; if it's her office, she'll hold you on her lap for as long as you need; if you're at home, it's the same in that she's still keeping you close, but if you fall asleep and she's not tired, Wanda will go tuck you in.

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

Natasha likes her hips, especially when she can catch you staring at them while she walks across the room. Her favorite of yours… any time she tells you, you blush and tell her to stop, but she loves your pussy and how responsive it is, how eager you always are to rub it against her thigh when you’re bored or horny. How’s she supposed to choose anything else?

Wanda can never choose her favorite body part of yours; she’s always switching between your lips and your arms. She wasn’t a big casual hugger until she met you and you grew comfortable with her, now you give her hugs whenever you think she could use one and your arms around her make her feel so very loved. Her own favorite, Wanda’s partial to her breasts. She’ll show them off in outfits or lingerie any chance she gets.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Both of them are big fans of cum play, Wanda will fuck you and make you clean off her fingers just so that when she kisses you, she can taste all of you. She also can’t deny how hot it is to see her cum all over your face once she’s finished riding it.

I’ll mention it later down in the Kink section, but Natasha’s favorite toy is her cum strap. Yes, she loves filling you with it, but she’ll paint your stomach too just to see you all sticky. If Wanda’s there, she’ll often want to see Wanda lick it all off of you too, before starting all over again and letting her wife have her turn.

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

Honestly, it’s hard to think of one. Wanda’s mommy kink was a secret for a while until she let it slip one night, but mostly if she’s into something she’ll say so. Natasha is a bundle of secrets. Not because she’s shy, but she hasn’t figured out how to approach the subject yet.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

They’re both pretty experienced; Natasha helped Wanda a lot with sex because she hadn’t had much time to figure it out before they met. It’s one of the reasons Wanda trusts Nat so much; with all they’ve been through, Nat’s never truly hurt her or made fun of anything she found out she was into while they were experimenting together.

With you, they know you’re experienced enough to know what you’re doing, but they’re aware they can be a little…intense. They know how to reign themselves in enough that you’re never too overwhelmed or out of your depths.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Oooo.. Nat loves fucking you from behind. At first she couldn’t figure out why, but then one night while she had you screaming into your pillow, she cracked it. There’s something about having you on your hands and knees only to watch you crumble until you’re struggling to yourself up on your elbows and then eventually, finally, getting you prone, hips just barely moving to fuck yourself on her strap… yeah, she adores that. Then, selfishly, Nat enjoys getting to pull you back into her whenever you try to crawl away before she’s done with you.

Wanda prefers having you on her lap. She wants you as close as possible so she can watch every flutter of your eyes, hear each gasp as she pushes her fingers deeper… Additionally, for this position, you tend to cling to her the more desperate you get and as much as she complains about you wrinkling her suits, she really doesn’t mind at all.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Maybe not serious, but.. Focused? That’s not to say they won’t have fun with you though. Sometimes they play games to see who can make you cum fastest or Natasha will let you help her fuck Wanda, whether that be helping her tease her or making you obey her instead of Wanda just to watch her wife get all growly and grumpy.

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

Natasha is more trimmed than anything, neat but not completely shaved. And no, whenever she dyes her hair, she doesn’t change down there as well. She just keeps it the natural red no matter what.

Wanda though, she waxes routinely and keeps everything short and tidy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Natasha is the most intimate when she’s only with Wanda, she can really let her guard down then, but even that took a lot of time. When it comes to you, well, she’s trying. She’s better at letting you in with activities outside of the bedroom like sharing some of her favorite things, joking around with you, etc.

At first Wanda wasn’t truly intimate with you, avoided it even once she realized she had feelings, but she could see after a while that you needed that intimacy to feel wanted and secure so she started letting soft moments slip through. During sex, Wanda started touching you with more reverence instead of just ownership, giving you slow kisses and sweet words. She always provided aftercare, no question, but once Wanda decided to let you in, she’d lay down with you longer, let you snuggle with her even when she had work to do.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Natasha tends to be straight to the point about it. It’s rare she edges herself unless someone makes her. And that person is always Wanda, no one else can make her wait. Usually Nat calls Wanda whenever she gets off because phone sex is too hot to pass up, but sometimes Wanda forces her to take her time, “You called me, now do what I say or when you get home, I’ll make sure I’m not. No welcome home sex for poor little Natasha.”

Wanda never has to be convinced into drawing out her orgasms. If she has the time, she’ll use her toys to work herself up over and over, some days she’ll make herself cum multiple times and others she’ll wait. When she waits, it’s usually because she knows you or Natasha are on your way home and she wants to give you a nice surprise.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Would it be too obvious to talk about Wanda’s mommy kink? Call her that and you’ve instantly got her attention; she’s not going to instantly give you whatever you want, but she’ll hold you, attend to you, be so sweet to you even while she’s edging you over and over again and of course, wipe your tears as you cry. Something about that title makes Wanda feel not only in control, but needed. And she really needs you to need her.

I could mention Natasha’s daddy kink, but it kinda goes hand in hand with the fact she has a breeding kink and is completely unashamed about it. The moment she got her hands on a cum strap, it was all over. She’ll fuck you with it however you want, hard, soft, fast, or slow, as long as you’re good and let her fill you until you’re dripping.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Oooh.. Natasha loves pushing you against windows. Not only are you trapped, but you’re visible which she knows turns you on even if you won’t admit it. As an added bonus, she gets to watch you fog up the glass as you start to pant, your legs shake as you try to hold yourself up; all of it, she liked a lot more than expected.

Wanda likes to have you in bed because she gets you all to herself, no distractions or interruptions. Also, she can’t get over how gorgeous you look sprawled in her bed, fucked out and grapsing at the sheets.

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

A great many things could get them going, but uh.. specifically, Wanda gets turned on when Natasha goes all protective over her. She never cowers in fear or hides behind her wife, no, she can protect herself and would never show weakness like that. But seeing her threaten or actually cause violence on her behalf? Yeah, Natasha’s getting fucked good after. It turns Nat on too, seeing that passion in Wanda’s eyes that’s only for her.

In general for Nat though, she loves watching her partners submit. Sometimes you try to brush her off if you’re busy or feeling brattier, but the more fight you put up, it’s just all that much sweeter when she finally gets you to give in to her. And you always do.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

(Everyone thank Nay @didujustcallmedumb for this one because I was struggling)

They’d never let someone else join in. Before you came along, they were very monogamous, more out of possession than anything else. They’ve had threesomes of course, but really they only really wanted one another. Neither of them expected to like you as much as they did, much less love you, but now they fight for your attention all the same and god do they get in some fights over you.

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

Nat loves giving more than receiving and she’s damn good at it too, her mouth on you is the best you could ask for. She’ll stay between your legs until you’re begging for her strap or punching her away because you’re too sensitive to last one more second. However, Natasha will never say no to her wife’s mouth devouring her.

When Wanda goes down on her partner, she’s going to be absolutely insatiable about it. The messier the better; she wants to see how wet she can make them, loves feeling it drip down her chin, holding your legs to keep you in place, all of it. She does end up on the receiving end most times with Natasha, and with you, she’ll eat you out happily— but you have to beg for the chance to do the same for her.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Wanda’s the slow one, wants to savor every second of working you higher and higher until you’re so far gone all you can say is “yes, mommy” and be her good, pliant girl.

For Natasha it’s almost a race to see how fast she can get you dumb and brainless. She’ll get you there and keep you that way, crying and begging while she makes you stay right at the brink for as long as you can take it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Natasha is one for quickies more so than Wanda. It’s easy enough for Nat to just take her edge off by grabbing you from what you’re doing, forcing you to her knees, smothering you with her thighs, etc.

Wanda doesn’t mind quickies, but again, she loves taking her time with you. Even if it’s in her office or the car, she’ll lock her door and warn everyone to leave the two of you alone or tell the driver to drive around until she’s ready to go home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Those bitches are into some really risky sex. Choking is easy for them; they love knife play and if they’re feeling particularly intense, they’ll use a gun (only because they’re in reality, very safe about it).

While they both take risks, nine out of ten times, Natasha is the one bringing up something new to experiment with— you cave into her faster than Wanda does, she’ll protest up a storm if she thinks it won’t be fun. Of course, if you say yes, Wanda ends up being there because she just has to make sure her wife is playing nicely with her toy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Both of them are more than capable of going all night. For Wanda, she needs to be paced out more and she’ll protest after three or four rounds, but Natasha can convince her easily enough. She cums a lot faster than Nat, if you touch the right places or know just what to say which we’ve seen in fics before..

Natasha keeps that information under wraps though; she likes being the only one who can make Wanda collapse after just a few minutes.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Combined, they own enough to have a custom mini closet in their house to keep them all in order. Some of them, like vibrators and such, get kept in their respective nighttime drawers for easy access. Natasha prefers to use them on a partner instead of herself, but she will if she’s away on business or if it’s a toy like a strap on with an insert or a vibration.

Wanda enjoys both ways just the same. She loves her own pleasure just as much as her partner’s and really she just thinks you’re oh so adorable trying not to squirm while she controls your vibrator from across the room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh please, Wanda?! World’s Biggest tease, she should get it on a mug. She will taunt and poke and antagonize you and Natasha all day if she can. Sometimes it’s as simple as playing with the hairs on the base of your neck while she pulls you into a good morning kiss, lingering long enough to nibble your lip before going to get her coffee.

Natasha though, not a tease. She’ll tell you what she wants, exactly how she wants it. Or she’ll just take it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Neither of them are super loud, but they’re completely unashamed in making whatever noises they want. Wanda tends to be the loudest, only when you or Nat are fucking her. Otherwise she prefers to whisper in your ear and taunt you, even if she’s making you stay quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Wanda is a cuddler, Natasha is.. not. It surprised Nat at first given Wanda's rough upbringing that she'd be so willing to cling, but the softer of our two mob wives thrives on physical touch.

She'll get irritable if you or Natasha aren't within some kind of reach during sex; your hands, legs, even just your hair to tug as you go down on her- she needs her loves close, safe and sound.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

When Natasha is hanging around the house/feeling mischievous sometimes she wears her strap just to pull you or Wanda into her lap and wait until you can feel it. She may not really do anything about it, she just loves seeing the reactions on her girls’ faces when they find what she’s got under her trousers.

Wanda only gives up what's in her pants once she lets you see for yourself. She mostly wears lacy underwear for two reasons, the first being they don’t give off lines under her outfit which, yes, she does care about. But the second, more fun reason: Wanda also loves seeing your reactions after you get her pants off. You whimper, Natasha groans, the two of you look at her like she’s the most prized possession in the world and it makes her feel infallible.

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

200/10, both of them are pretty much always down for sex. Wanda has a lot more restraint and will wait until the perfect moment to get exactly what she wants out of sex which often results in agony for Natasha because she knows what Wanda is after, but if she doesn’t have the time to give it to her, she’s going to have to suffer and wait.

Conversely, Natasha is terribly impulsive when horny and if she gets impatient enough, she’ll grab you or Wanda, or both if you’re available, and fuck you until she’s sated (hint: it takes a while)

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

They always fall asleep in order: you, Wanda, and then Natasha. Wanda won’t rest until she knows you’re safe and sound all curled up with you and Nat, but once you are, Nat’s making sure her wife is settled. It doesn’t usually take long, Wanda gets sleepy when she sees you sleeping— then Nat passes out right after.

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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 8/9

Heyaaaa fellow buggy simps ! I wish y'all a wonderful day !

Here it is ! The penultimate part of Nerver leave me again ! I just came back from my vacations and I felt the urge of writting Buggy things, sooooo here we are (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Author Note : this was my favorite part to write I have to say ! I hope you'll enjoy it. As usual english is not my native language, just started the anime, didn't read the manga, not trying my best to write something good, just making myself a little gift as an author

Content : Buggy x FemReader + kids, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for hair color. Alcohol, sadness, angst, a bit of yelling & screaming buuuuut also a lot of fluff & cheezy at the end, trust the ride darlings (~˘▾˘)~

[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]

Take a DEPRESSED BUGGY ILLUSTRATION & let's go !

If you missed the ship I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Never leave me again - 8/9

Buggy was deathly hangover.

He was lying on his desk, drooling, his captain's hat falling on his face, an empty rum bottle in the hand. He couldn't remember having his mind clear for once in the last two months.

Two months. It's been two months since you disappeared. Two months without seeing his kids. Two months sleeping - more like trying to fall asleep between two panic attacks - without you by his side.

Ah, fucking Reddie, you did the things right this time didn't you ? You left a note on your pillow, a looooong letter explaining in detail why you decided to leave him, to take the kids away from him for their safety - at least the time of Skye's recovery, but that you were not sure to come back one day. Every word you wrote felt like another knife in his heart.

He never felt this much like a shit - and oh god, he often felt like a shit in his life. He was trying really hard to be mad at you, because you abandoned him again and took his babies away from him, but the fact was that he was mostly mad about himself. How fucking stupid he was. When he saw Skye crying and screaming on the floor, something broke in him. At the moment, he couldn't do anything but freeze and fly away from his responsabilities. Now, he would trade anything, his boat, his crew, his treasures, chasing the one piece, to come back in time and tell you that no, this kind of accident would never happen again, clown's honor. Fucking stupid pride. Fucking stupid ego. Fucking stupid broken mind.

A vivid pain came over his head when he heard knocks on the door. He stood up a little. This was probably Cabaji, coming back from his daily patrol to look for you and the triplets. He has been sending his crew to your research every day and night since you left, but hasn't received any results yet.

"Enter, enter" he grumbled, massaging his painful tempers.

Cabaji entered the room and nodded at him with respect. Buggy smirked when he saw what looked like concern in the eyes of his chief of staff. At least someone on this boat still gave a shit about him. He raised an eyebrow to him, a silent question on the face.

"Captain… we found them." Cabaji said.

Hearing these words, Buggy felt his heart exploding with hope. A manic grin grew on his face, from one ear to the other.

And without even realizing it, he started to laugh, for the first time in two months.

Life could have been better, life could have been worse.

Makino was really nice to you, the village was peaceful and Skye's arm was almost totally healed. You missed Buggy's presence every day and the triplets seemed to mourn life on the ship, but deep inside you knew you took the right decision. At least for a short time.

Two months ago, you were such a mess. You called Nami and asked if the strawhats could come to the island you were on as soon as possible to take you away. She accepted without any questions.

You ran away in the night, when triplets were too tired to be noisy. You took a moment to write a letter to Buggy. You were aware of the severe impact your choice would have on him and you wanted to minimize the harm the best you could.

Nami, Luffy and Zoro came in a small boat to take you away. Their jaws fell on the ground in front of you when they saw you, tired and messy with three kids with either red noses or blue hair - letting no doubt about their father's identity.

"Do I really need to explain?" You grumbled, and they silently took you aboard.

Skye, Rory and Blaze quickly felt asleep in the small cabin's hamac, and you started explaining everything to your old friends : how Buggy was a good father - you chose to ignore their puzzled expression as you said so - but how irresponsible he could be, how much you were scared for your kids safety after Skye's accident and how you needed a place to rest, at least the time of her recovery. Nami never stopped rubbing your back while you were crying.

"You did well calling me, Reddie." she said with a soft tone, "I'm so sorry. We will find a place for the four of you to stay."

She took a moment to think before pursuing.

"I could take you back to my sister's location, at Cocoyasi? You know her and now the village is free from Arlong it's a pretty good place to live."

You shaked your head nervously, and answer sobbing:

"N… no.. it's where Buggy and I started to flirt, I … he would know "

Zoro and Luffy raised an eyebrow to each other. Apparently they didn't notice your love story with the genius jester started there.

"Luffy …" you finally asked, looking at your former captain "you always talk about your birth village in positive terms… do you… do you think I could stay somewhere there with the kids?"

Luffy's eyes opened wide, and he sent you one of these big, warm smiles only him holds the secret off.

Road to Fuschia village was quite a long way, you had to spend two or three days on the sea. You were surprised to see how easily the triplets get along with your former crew. On the second day of your trip, they spent the entire afternoon playing with Luffy's gum gum abilities on the desk.

"They are adorable, Red'. I'm sure everyone gonna love them at Fuschia." Nami said as you were both watching Rory and Blaze running in opposite directions, each one holding one of Luffy's cheeks - Luffy laughing as hell all along.After playing a bit with her brothers Skye ran to you, asking for your arms, and you took her close to your chest, tenderly caressing her hairs. It would be clear for everyone who ever saw his wanted poster that Buggy was their father, and you were scared that people would somehow reject them because of this. Or that they would reject the twins because of their red noses, too. "I hope you're right, Nami" you answered softly.

Luffy introduced you to Makino, the village bartender, and you agreed to assist her at the bar in return for two beds for you and your children. She stared a little bit too long at the twins noses but didn't say anything, and you were thankful to her for this. Your old friends spent the night at the island to grab some forces and eat a bit before going back to their own journey. Spending time with them again was great.

The next morning you came to the beach to say goodbye with your three little rug rats.

"Thank you. For everything." You whispered to Nami, holding her in your arms.

"It's ok Reddie. I hope you'll find some peace of mind here."

Next to you, Blaze and Rory were jumping on Luffy's back, and Skye was looking at Zoro with sparkle in the eyes.

"Promise ? Next time you'll show me how to use a saber ?"

She asked. Zoro looked at her with a little smile.

"Of course, if you're tall enough to handle it." He answered, playfully rubbing her head.

You gathered the triplets around you.

"Come on kids it's time to say good bye ."

You whispered. You nodded at Luffy with gratitude, before looking at your former crew going back on their ship. You stared at their boat until it disappeared into the horizon. Now, it was only you, all alone with three kids who inherited their father's temperament.

All of this leaded you here, two months later, cleaning the bar all alone while triplets were sleeping upstairs.

It was a warm and peaceful evening. You took the night shift after putting the kids in bed. Becoming kind of a single mom made those little alone moments precious to you.

You were whipping the counter when loud stomps came from the outside. You raised your head and froze in panic.

Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji just entered the bar with brutal gestures.

You were so beautiful, and it made him so mad.

When Buggy saw you here, froze behind the bar, a wave of contradictory feelings hit his heart. In a first time, love , hope and relief. You were alive, you were doing well. And you were so pretty with your messy red hair around your head and he was so happy to see you again that he could feel himself falling in love with you for the second time. But quickly, all his anger, sadness, and grudge came back to him. You left him again. You betrayed him. You took his precious kids away. And shit, you chose this village to hide. Shanks village. Tooth grinding, he walked to the bar furiously, Cabaji and Mohji on his steps . For now he just wanted to see his kids.

"Where are they ?" He asked, looking you in the eyes, with a rough tone.

You looked nervously to Cabaji and Mohji before answering.

"Bugs I …"

He lost his nerves and walked closer menacingly, screaming at you.

"DON'T "BUGS" ME. YOU PROMISED TO NEVER DO THIS AGAIN. BUT WORST. YOU HAD NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME."

He noticed a hint of guilt in your eyes, and he had to admit that it was satisfying.

"Please Buggy" you answered with a small voice, "let the crew go and I'll take you to them, trust me…

- Trusting you?" He sneered, "Why would I do something so stupid ?"

However he snapped and Cabaji and Mohji went away. You whipped your forehead with the back of your head with a sigh of relief. He looked at you, arms crossed. He couldn't help but love you. He couldn't help but be mad at you.

"Bugs I…, you started.

- Shut up, take me to the kids.

- No please I…

- I SAID SHUT. UP."

He screamed violently, hitting the counter. He immediately regretted it. This kind of impulse was what costed him his family. He let himself fall on one of the bar's chairs and put his head in his hands. He looked at you, desperate, almost begging.

"Why, Reddie ? Why did you leave again? Why did you take the kids ?"

Without him realizing it, the anger in his voice morphed into sadness and despair.

" In you I finally found someone I thought I could trust buy it's the THIRD time you leave me. I thought you loved me. I thought everything we shared meant something."

He swallowed in anguish before pursuing.

"I… I know I fucking messed up with Skye but I thought you… I thought we could… Damn Reddie you can't… just tell me why. What's so wrong with me that you can't stay by my side?"

Saying these last words he bursted into tears. You looked at him with a soft smile, full of compassion. Answering, you started to fill two glasses with beer.

"Buggy… it's not you." You put one the glasses on the counter in front of him, and he nodded thankfully before taking a sip. "Leaving you… it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. I loved you, with all my heart Bugs. And I still love you. And every second without you is like missing a bit of my own heart.

- But… ?"

He raised a sad eyebrow to you, waiting for your answer with apprehension.

"But… I love them more." You said, looking at the stairs next to the bar. "I… I never thought I could love someone this much. Yes, the postpartum was a fucking hell, and yes, they often are fucking pains in the ass. But… but when I saw Skye crying in pain on the ground I… it was like a primitive instinct. I had to take her out of the danger. To take all my kids away."

Listening to you, Buggy couldn't resist and detached a hand, letting it run in your hairs. He smiled at you sadly and whispered :

"And this danger you ran away from… it was me ?"

As you answered, you caressed his hand with tenderness .

"I don't know… not really. Oh Bugs most of the time you were so amazing with them! I could never have dreamed of a better father for my kids. But that night… when you said you couldn't promise me they'll never get hurt again… I… I couldn't.

- If I knew I'd lose them… lose the four of you, I would have said something else. I was so fucking scared Red… I... "

Tears started running on his cheek again. With a soft gesture, you whipped them away. He shivered feeling your hand on his face. Damn he missed you so fucking much.

"Bugs I…" you started, screams came from the stairs and interrupted you.

"DADDY !"

Buggy looked over his shoulder and felt a manic grin grow on his face when he saw Skye, Rory and Blaze running to him, full of joy.

Buggy felt on his knees, gathering his kids in his arms, covering them in kisses and hugs, tears going down on his cheeks.

You looked at him from behind the bar, your heart shattered by emotion and guilt. Even though you knew the kids were missing their father, you didn't realize just how much until now. Skye, Rory and Blaze were all talking together in a nonsense mess of questions, stories of their life at Fuschia, and soft words to their father who couldn't do anything but cry under this love attack. He fell backwards and ended up sitting on the ground, Rory and Blaze in his arms. Their combined laughs filled the bar. He kissed his twins foreheads with loud noises, spreading red makeup all around their faces.

"Oh my little goblins I missed you so fucking much"

You laughed, allowing the swear to pass this time.

Buggy's eyes went to Skye, in front of him. He kneeled before her and put his hands on her cheeks, looking at her in the eyes, and his face became more serious.

"Skye my cotton candy princess I'm so, so fucking sorry, I promise I'll never let anything hurt you again sweetheart"

Skye jumped at his neck and he held her as hard as he could, paying attention to her injured arm.

You put a hand in front of your mouth. Seeing the scene made you cry as hard as you could, as your love for him came back to you like a boomerang.

Buggy stayed like this for a moment, his three kids in the arms.

A few minutes later, the triplets were tired and had trouble keeping their eyes opened.

"I think it's time for them to go back to bed, Bugs"

You whispered with tenderness.

Skye blinked at her father and asked.

"Daddyyyyy can you read us a story?"

Buggy turned his head to you, a silent question on the face. You nodded. He smiled, and jumped back on his feet. He somehow managed to grab all his kids in the arms.

"Alright kiddoes it's story time !"

He said joyfully, and you chuckled looking at him disappear in the stairs.

You finished cleaning the bar. When everything was done, you went upstairs. In your room, Buggy was sitting on the ground and reading a book to the kids, who were all snuggled under a blanket in the bed they shared.

"… Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning!"

His tone and gestures were theatrically over the top. Peter pan. Of course.

You smiled and lied on the door frame for a little while, looking at him, not wanting to break the magic. You realized how much you missed those moments, and how much you wanted things to go back to how they were. You went downstairs back to the bar, letting him ending his story.

When the triplets finally fell asleep, Buggy went down the stairs to the bar.

You were here, sitting at a table, drinking a glass of rum. He smiled at you, and you smiled at him. You raised the rum bottle to him.

"Wanna share a drink ? Like good old times."

He nodded with enthusiasm, and sat in front of you. You poured rum into a glass for him. He raised his glass to you before taking a sip.

"Damn I forgot how exhausting it was to put them in bed" he grumbled, and you chuckled. For a moment, it was like you never left.

You rubbed your glass nervously.

"It was a mistake."

You whispered, anguish in the voice.

He stopped drinking to look at you with a questioning glance. You bit your lips and looked back at him.

"Leaving you. Taking the kids. They love you so much. I.."

Buggy smiled sadly. All his anger for you was way behind him now, and he just enjoyed being by your side. He sent a hand to caress your cheek with tenderness while the other one was still holding his glass.

"It's ok Reddie." He whispered. "I'm the one to blame. I couldn't admit it but when I saw Skye on the ground… I felt like the shittiest man on earth. I could have punched myself in the face. I almost did it."

He chuckled nervously, drinking a bit of his rum. He couldn't remember being so vulnerable with someone before. But it felt easy. Natural. And being with you again… He felt the same feeling as when his limbs were detached from his body for too long and he finally got them back. For the first time in two months, he felt complete.

You closed your eyes and leaned against his palm, before looking him in the eyes.

"I missed you so much." You whispered.

Suddenly, all the weight he was holding on his shoulders since your departure disappeared. His thumb rubbed your cheek, right under your eyes.

"I missed you too Red'. More than words can express." He admitted, never stopping looking at you.

You fixed your gaze on him. In your eyes he saw an infinite tenderness, and a love that could beat any barrier on the way.

You shared an intimate silence.

It was so good to be at his side again. It was like having back a missing part of you. But you knew you still had serious shit to discuss. You took a deep breath and broke the silence.

"We have to find a way to make it work."

Buggy played with his glass, nervous.

"What do you mean ?" He asked.

You stood up and started walking around to chase away your nervousness.

"I mean…" your started, anxious. "I mean that I'm glad you're here. And I'm glad you apologized to Skye. And oh gosh, I never again want to take care of three toddlers without you by my side. But…"

He turned on his chair to look at you, and his face was filled with apprehension.

"But we have to make sure kids won't get hurt anymore." you finally said "Or at least that they could handle it, Bugs."

He stood up and went to your side. He held you by the waist, a protective gesture you missed too damn much. You crossed your hands behind his neck.

"I'm so fucking sorry Red'. For everything." He whispered, looking down.

You smiled and put your forehead against his. You changed so much. He changed so much. It was hard to believe you were the same idiots who flirted in a drunk burp contest, an eternity ago.

"I'm sorry too, for leaving, for breaking your trust, again and again." You whispered. You carressed his cheek tenderly.

"I love you, Bugs."

He smiled and captured you in a passionate kiss. You stayed like this a few moments. He broke the embrace and touched your chin.

"We will find a way to manage it, Red. I promise."

You were about to talk but he put an index on your lips, raising an eyebrow with a playful glance.

"But ! But. If you want me to keep this promise babe, you have to promise me something in return.

- And what would it be ?, " you asked, your hands playing with the hairs on the back of his head.

He looked at you in the eyes, and you saw all his insecurities, all his vulnerability coming back to the surface as he whispered to you :

"Never leave me again."

You cupped his face in your hands, and deeply kiss him again, and again, and again.

"I promise " you whispered in return. "I won't leave you again"

And for the first time ever, you knew this was a promise you could keep.

sorry for all the cheese I guess ! See you soon for the VERY LAST PART

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#buggy the clown #buggy simp #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy live action #op buggy #buggy #buggy fanfiction #buggy x female reader #buggy x you #Spotify

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oddballwriter · 9 months

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The Moon Boys when the Reader comes back from a Night out Drinking

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Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is very drunk, Marc and Jake make reader drink those hangover cure concoctions, the system being decent and good men.

Author’s Snip: This was just a random thought and I figured I'd write it since maybe some of y'all like to drink hard and party.

Note: Drink responsibly and always have a designated or plan on how to get home without driving yourself.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He stays up all night as best and passes the time as he waits for you to come home

When you do, some of your friends are usually with you so that you aren't walking back home by yourself while drunk

And drunk you are

You still had the ability to tell the difference between the boys

No matter how drunk you were

So when he came to the door and your brain managed to register what you were looking at your face turns from spaced out to pure joy

"Steven!" you slur out in a happy voice as you spread out your arm and stumble into his arms

He catches you and hold you up gently as you nuzzle into his neck and he takes your discarded shoes from you friends with a quiet "Thank you."

When he closes the door and turns back towards the rest of the flat with you still clung onto him

He knows how you usually are when your drunk and acts off that

"Did you have fun? It looks like you did." is what he usually says but really it's him politely asking "You've drank yourself silly, haven't you."

He helps you get ready for bed, since the gods know you'll probably lose focus and pass out somewhere else in your party clothes and makeup

He gently cleans off your makeup with a makeup wipe and gives you some nice and clean pajamas before tucking you into bed and then getting ready for bed himself

Of course, you have a huge hang over in the morning , so he takes care of you during that too by making you some breakfast, giving you painkillers and water, drawing the curtains to protect your eyes, and making you a nice bath to relax in

Marc Spector

Again, your friends walk you home and he's grateful that your friends wouldn't leave you drunk and vulnerable to defend yourself on your own

But once he closes the door after taking you in he starts to scold you about getting so drunk

He's not trying to be a party pooper and shame you for having fun, he sure drinks a good amount himself, but he does get worried

You never see it but he usually paces the living room when it gets super late and you aren't home yet

Marc does help you get ready for bed too but he does all the steps. So unfortunately you need to take a cold shower or bath and both a means to sober up and also get the bar smell off of you

"Marc. The water's cold. :(" "Yeah. I know. But you're completely out of it and I just washed the sheets a few days ago and I don't want you getting that bar smell on them. Get in the tub."

He'll get in with you but he's not up for messing around in it. It's late at night, he just wants you to get some rest before the hang over kicks in, and also you're drunk so you can't really make proper decisions and he's not going to use that to get something out of you

Also he loves you but he does not want to deal with your drunk shenanigans

In the morning he makes you some of those hangover remedies that he knows about

He might be able to get over a hangover faster but you don't have a deal with a murder bird of the moon so its the traditional hangover cure cup, and water, for you

Jake Lockley

Jake prefers to actually pick you up from the bar or wherever you were at since he shadows as a cab driver, so might as well come and get you right where you are

It's not that he doesn't trust your friends to help you walk/get home. He just feels like driving you home

He won't drive your friends home though, he wants to get you home and just says "Where's your designated driver?"

He can handle you when your drunk, he doesn't know how your friends are when drunk though

Once he starts driving home, he rolls down the windows to let you get some fresh air (and in case you need to... you know)

Jake kind of babies you when your drunk and heading home

Like when you walk out of the car he just picks you up and walks the rest of the way with you in his arms

And whenever you whine he coos "Oh pobrecito/a."

He makes you wash up and cleaned off similar to Marc because he knows that you'll be bedridden in the morning so might as well get everything done now

Speaking of the morning after

He also makes you do the remedies but he encourages you in a cheeky way.

"If you can drink a nasty mixed drink at the bar, you can drink this."

He's sweet to you though, he, and the others, help you get over your hang over

#moonknight #moon knight #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #cw alcohol #cw drunk reader

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bi-bard · 1 year

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But After All You've Done, I Never Changed My Mind - Barry Allen Imagine [The Flash]

Title: But After All You've Done, I Never Changed My Mind

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader

Based On: My Love Will Never Die [can't find an official version to link]

Word Count: 934 words

Warning(s): mention of criminal activity

Summary: (Y/n) knew that Barry took a massive chance on them when he trusted them to turn themself around and help people. When they fall into old ways, they believe that they've screwed up every chance they have to lead a better life. Barry shows them just how wrong they are.

Author's Note: Y'all, that trailer dropped, and I knew that I had to get this shit done.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I was growing very tired of the inside of the cells in Star Labs.

I was tired of the blue. I was tired of hearing the other meta-humans throwing tantrums. I was tired of being in the basement of some random lab.

And, most importantly, I was tired of knowing that I put myself here after I had a chance to get myself away from it all.

I had resigned myself to lying on my side facing the wall.

"I can feel you staring," I called out to the person there. I hated the feeling of eyes on me when I wasn't in control of the situation.

"Can't help it. I always stare at you."

I quickly sat up and turned toward the glass.

Barry was standing on the other side of the glass.

I had done a lot of bad things in my life. What I did to Barry hurt the most.

He was the reason that Team Flash ever trusted me to help them. He stood up for me, helped me, trusted me. After all that I had done, he trusted me.

He kissed me. I thought about that a lot. It was so... nice. I didn't get a lot of nice things like that.

And then, at the first chance of anxiety, I found myself running back to what I knew before. I worked with the same boss doing the same shit that got me caught by Team Flash in the first place.

I abandoned Barry and the team because I got too scared about how I felt and if I was going to screw everything up.

I had already given up hope that I would ever be forgiven before they caught me again.

"I didn't think you'd want to see me," I said.

"I've been looking for you for months," Barry replied.

I ran my hand over my face.

"Why did you leave?"

"Not quite cut out to be a hero. Much better on the other side."

"That's crap and you know it."

I rolled my eyes. "Barry, stop-"

"Tell me the truth," he stopped closer to the door. "Why did you leave? What happened? What did we do? What did I do?"

"I am a villain, Barry. That's it. You can't change who I am. What you were doing was fighting against the inevitable. Even now. You want me to be something different. Face it, I will continue making the same damn mistake. Give up. It'll be easier that way."

There was a pause.

"Did you love me," he asked.

My heart stopped. I looked away again.

"(Y/n). Did you love me?"

"Stop-"

"Because I loved you. I still love you. I am so in love with you that I spent months looking for you. I didn't want to catch you. I just wanted to see you."

I closed my eyes.

I looked back at him when the door to the cell started to open.

"You can go," he said once the door was fully open. "Walk out of here. I won't try to stop or fight you. Walk out the door, and I'll stop trying."

I suddenly wished that the door would close again. I didn't want to be in charge of this choice. It scared me. Oh God, I was so in love with him that this choice scared me.

"But know that it's because I love you... not because I would ever give up on you," he continued. "I love you enough to let you leave if that's what you want."

I slowly stepped forward, out of the cage.

I stopped just in front of Barry. He looked at me with this soft look that I was certain was going to make my heart explode. He was my entire world. How was I supposed to walk away from that?

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. I reached out and grabbed his sides, pulling him closer to me. His hands touched my back. I could never let this go. All I wanted was to feel like this forever.

I pulled back slowly.

I basically spoke against his lips, "I love you too, Barry."

He seemed to bite back his smile. He thought that there was a chance that I was going to leave still.

"I want to stay," I muttered as I stepped back fully. "But I can't work here. Not again."

"Why," he asked.

"It's too close, Barry. Too close to... that."

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking ready to argue about it.

"I'm not comparing you to them, I promise," I continued. "I just... I need something that isn't connected to it at all. I need time away from meta-human fights and saving the city and... all of it. I don't trust myself."

I was scared that my confession would change something.

I froze when Barry leaned in and kissed me again. I slowly kissed him back, grinning against his lips. He pulled away this time, smiling at me fully.

"I don't care about you working with us," he said. "I just want you."

I smiled back at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

There was a pause before he spoke up again, "Do you wanna go to dinner now?"

I laughed and leaned forward, touching my forehead to his collarbone. "I would rather go lay down somewhere that's more comfortable than the floor."

"I think I can arrange that," he replied.

"Thank you," I moved my head to look at him. "For everything."

"You're welcome."

And this felt like a much better step forward than I had ever taken before.

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eluxcastar · 4 months

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With a yandere s/o

── ୨୧：ky luc, urd geales, rígr stafford, shikama dōji x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: yandere s/o ideas let's gooo

୨୧﹑genre :: Idk tbh

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, repeated themes of obsession, yandere, unhealthy relationships, imagined relationships (rígr), it's implied shikama does a lot to them 💀, mostly proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k

I had this idea a while ago but I couldn't be bothered until now (<- me from literally over a year ago)

I FISHED THIS OUTTA THE DARKEST CORNERS OF THE DRAFTS TO FEED Y'ALL I can't even believe I'm about to do this it literally had green dividers from my THIRD Tumblr theme 😭 I wanna post more ONS content again though so expect it here and there. requests are a VERY hard maybe

── ୨୧：ky luc

Ky is entirely unbothered by this little arrangement you've made, letting you do as you please around him and indulging you in some of your little gestures of affection, all in exchange for keeping him fed straight from the source. You can sense Ky is not fully invested in this relationship-- may not even see it in the same light that you do. How dare he act so casually toward you. You wanted him to be less formal, but Ky is always brushing you off as 'livestock' that he claims to somewhat fancy, though not for anything but the taste of your blood.

In truth, he finds you quite strange. He has warned you before that you better not dare be too bold and involve yourself too personally in his affairs publicly. He's quick to remind you how easy it would be to kill you, all done with a hand to your throat and the blade forming around his hand as he offers to fulfil that promise immediately. He's noticed how overeager you are, and he almost doesn't like it. Ky doesn't trust you on your own; he's put off by how strangely you act. He's tried to tell you a million times he does not and cannot love you, but each time, you go crawling back to him, begging him to continue your deal.

Ky has figured out he can use your own adoration and idolisation of him against you because you will keep falling for the things he says for now. He knows he can offer even shallow acts only vaguely reminiscent of lovers, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. You're somehow so stubborn yet so easy to control, and he takes advantage of that to the full extent, watching you run around like a headless chicken trying to please him. It's entertaining to know you still somehow think this is moving you up some kind of ladder closer to him accepting your love without a deal.

── ୨୧：urd geales

Urd has developed a growing tolerance for you ever since you first appeared and kept appearing in the places he was going you could access. You seemed too nervous to talk every time he approached, so he had to wait until you began your advances, and once they started, they didn't stop. He hated to admit that a part of him was strangely enamoured by the idea that maybe if he let your infatuation fester enough, you'd be the one person who would never leave, but he also knows you're extremely abusive at times.

You can't hurt him, nor could you dream of it, but it was saying too much that hurt him. You smothered him, babied him for a time and swore you'd hurt anyone who just so much as brushed against him too harshly for your tastes. It is uncontrollable, and Urd never knows if you'll go through with it. Urd tries to calm you down, but you've managed to convince yourself he's too nice, and this is how you'll 'protect' him from the world. You suffocate Urd so much that he doesn't know if you still think of him as an adult or as a child.

Urd requires your utmost attention, and there are many times he's considered ending your life so that you can't be a bother to the peace he's created, but he keeps getting drawn back. Urd knows if he leaves you to your devices and allows you to fuss over him, you'll be at ease, even if you seem to want to control him. If Urd lets you fuss, you stay put, and if you stay put, you won't leave to go anywhere. For a while, you'll remain with him, and he can subject himself to the headache for the reward.

── ୨୧：rígr stafford

This relationship you have with him always seems to go unnoticed. He ignores you all the time, he's never around, and he never pays even a hint of attention to you. You're glad to find yourself locked up because, for the first time in a while, he looks back at you with all of his attention. It's just like how you imagined it to be intense and with a strange interest that perhaps doesn't belong.

You're so glad he's finally started paying attention to you. This is much better than when you borrow his things and imagine him, the way he'd scold you for it, the disappointment you would think was visible on his face.

"I took more than just that." You confess just as he opens his mouth to speak and don't even allow him a chance to ask what you are doing. You keep idolising this man; you likely always will, adoring him and holding him on the pedestal he deserves. He can only shake his laugh at you and say something about how this is inevitable. He does this on purpose. He runs a cult. Everybody starts somewhere.

You have to hold back losing it on him because he doesn't seem to understand you are long past the isolation period of thinking him a God. You used to believe that, but not anymore. You used to feel dirty every time you took up his time, like the greatest sin you've committed, and you still revel in it. You are the mortal who dragged him from his place, and you will never truly allow him to leave you behind if he should leave this world. You must keep leaving him gifts and perhaps borrowing his personal items right under his nose. Couples share everything, don't they?

── ୨୧：shikama dōji

You're such a mild inconvenience to his plans that he almost doesn't even notice after a while, letting you indulge yourself as you ignore every single boundary he sets out for you. The only reason he sits you down and scolds you is that you got too close to something he's not eager to share. You follow his word like law. Once he figures out there is nothing you wouldn't do for him, there is seldom a thing he won't do to you. You are his everything, and not in a good way; his plaything is a better description.

He finds your infatuation with him to be of enough interest as it is, but you also pose a very good catalyst for all of his other questions about humans as well. At his fingertips is someone who would do anything that he asks in order to please him. You had better be good and do whatever he wants, and you might be rewarded for it, and though he's quite selfish to do this only for him, he is very good at pleasing you for your troubles. He won't make any exception for you, not when he's prizing you above the rest, which he reminds you is not to be treated lightly. It isn't fair for only you to get happiness, is it?

If keeping you on a chain makes you behave, even if you begin to grow bored of your obsession with him (which he doubts you will), he's become far too interested in what made you this way. He wants to know how far he can push, how long it will take you to fall out of this 'love', how much he can taunt you and use you for his own sick amusement. Not for the same reasons as you, but your reasons certainly make it easier.

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Invaluable Asset

AN: this could be a series, but for now I'm going to write it to be a stand alone. Please let me know if you want to see more! This takes. place in season one, sometime after episode 16. Ressler might be a little OOC.

"You're trying to tell me you don't know a single person good enough to steal these cars?"

Reddington sighed deeply, "Of course I do. But they lack a certain talent for subtlety that's necessary for this task. I'm not some type of magician, I can't just pull criminals out of my hat for you."

Cooper turned sharply. "And how exactly do you expect us to find an actor turned car thief willing to go undercover for us?"

"I can't possibly imagine how that's my problem. Either you figure it out or Amíl will be gone in less than a week. And once he's gone, you'll never so much as hear of him again." He placed his hat back on his head and turned to leave, strolling to the elevator with the same easy confidence he always seemed to have.

"For now, I have other matters to attend to."

The elevator closed just as Red finished speaking.

"Well?" Cooper asked Liz, "How do you suggest we go about this?"

Surprisingly, however, it was Ressler that answered.

"I think I know someone."

You were just pulling the muffins out of the oven when the doorbell rang.

"One second!" You called, hoping they could hear you as you pulled out the second tray and placed it onto the waiting trivet. You removed your oven mitts and set them on the counter between the two trays, then made your way to the front door. Your eyes lit up as you spotted Donnie through the tall windows. Taking two long strides to reach the door, you flung it open, a wide grin dancing on your lips.

"Donnie! Hi, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

It took everything in you not to pull him in for a hug, but you knew he didn't like spontaneous physical contact, so you abstained. Donnie coughed and shifted uncomfortably and you finally registered the two others standing next to him.

The brunette had an apologetic smile on her face, but the older man looked more amused than anything.

You scanned them briefly. Deciding they looked harmless enough, you stepped back to let them in. Besides, you trusted Donnie not to bring anyone dangerous to your door.

"Nice suit. It looks good on you. Come on in, we can talk while I make the drizzle for these muffins. I hope y'all like lemon,"

You turned and led them through the house and into the kitchen, humming at the thanks you received for the compliment. You also fought off a smile when you heard him mutter something about 'good taste' to the woman.

"So," you said, carefully adding powdered sugar to the bit of lemon juice you had left, "I'm assuming this visit is for business rather than pleasure?"

"Unfortunately. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Alright," you replied. Deciding the drizzle was at the consistency you wanted, you began to spoon it over the muffins. "I can tell this is serious, and the kitchen counter is no place to discuss serious business. Donnie, could you grab plates for everyone? We'll talk about this further in the living room. Please try to keep crumbs on your plates, I cleaned the couches yesterday."

You stared incredulously at your friend and his two companions, whose names you'd learned were Liz and David, though you suspected the man was lying.

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight. You spent three years trying to get me to stop stealing cars and remove myself from this life of crime, you helped me move to get away from that life and be closer to you, and now you're telling me you want me to go steal cars in your name?"

David smiled and leaned back in his chair, "Yes."

"No." Donnie glared so hard you thought he might punch David in the face before returning his gaze to you. "Of course I don't want you to go back to stealing cars. But we need someone to go undercover for us, and unfortunately I seem to know the only car thief good enough at acting to help."

"Ex car thief, Donnie. I don't do that shit anymore."

You sighed and buried your face in your hands, dragging them down until your eyes were uncovered. "But you're my friend, and I help my friends. What do you need me to do?"

David sat back up and turned to the woman, who hadn't so much as touched her muffin.

"You really ought to try the muffins. They're incredible. As for what you need to do, we'll need you to get the attention of a certain criminal, so you're going to need you to break into his car. Don't take it though, it needs to look like you did it just to prove you could. Once you've done that, you'll have to convince him to let you join his operation instead of murdering you. Can you do that?"

You weighed your options silently. On one hand, what they were asking of you was incredibly dangerous, and even though you knew it was necessary, the idea of purposely being caught set every part of you on edge.

On the other hand though, Donnie would never ask you to do something like this unless he was truly desperate, and you trusted him not to let you get hurt. Still, he couldn't prevent every danger and doing this would be taking a huge risk.

"Which criminal?"

Liz finally added her two cents into the mix.

"I'm terribly sorry, but that's classified. Unless we have positive confirmation you'll be helping us, he'll have to remain unnamed."

A sharp, angry smile made its way onto your face.

"I'm sorry, you're not just asking me to put my life on the line, you're also asking me to risk everything I've worked so hard to build. Even if I do this, and by some miracle this man doesn't murder me, soon everyone will know who I am and what I did, and if my old employers get a hold of that information, I will be hunted, tortured, and killed. So you can either tell me who's car I'll be stealing and take the risk that I might say no, or you can get the hell out of my house right now and know for certain that you squandered your best chance of catching this man. Do I make myself clear?"

Liz opened her mouth to respond, but David cut her off before she could say anything else.

"Vicente Amíl."

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered.

"I'll do it. But just so we're clear, you owe me. Big time."

You locked eyes with Donnie, who sagged with visible relief.

"Thank you, (Y/n). You have no idea what this means to me."

You shook your head, standing. "I'm the stupidest person in the entire world. I can't believe I'm doing this for you. Also," you added, turning back to Liz, "It's incredibly rude not to eat food someone serves you in their home. If you didn't like lemons, you should've said so before I served you."

You turned your attention back to the boys. "You, on the other hand, should take a few muffins to go. Thank you for being so polite. You're welcome back anytime. Donnie, always good to see you, even if you are requesting impossible things from me. Please see Liz out."

Donald raised an eyebrow at that. "Just Liz?"

You glanced back at him and smiled. "And yourself, please. Do come back later though, I'm dying to catch up. David and I are going to get him his muffins."

Though polite, your tone left no room for argument and you could faintly hear Donnie and Liz arguing as they walked to the door. Once the door finally closed, you turned your attention back to the man in the center of your house.

"Wonderful. Now that they're gone, may I have your real name please? I do tire of calling you by your alias."

You watched as he chuckled and rose from his chair, strolling towards the hall leading back to the kitchen. "Raymond Reddington, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet someone so very talented."

"Please," you replied smoothly, "The pleasure is all mine. I meant what I said, by the way. Feel free to drop by whenever. I'm usually off Friday through Sunday and there's a good chance I'll be baking something else. Helps relax me, and my coworkers enjoy whatever I make as well."

He smiled as you handed him a Tupperware container with four muffins safely nestled inside. Placing his hat back upon his head, he made his way to the door, and you took notice of the glint in his eye right before he left.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you quite soon, (Y/n)."

You leaned against the wall and watched him saunter to the car waiting for him. A different car than Donnie and Liz took, by the looks of it. The corners of your lips twitched up as you watched him go.

"Raymond Reddington, huh? What an interesting man."

P.S. The muffins mentioned are real muffins. Feel free to let me know if you want the recipe.

#the blacklist x reader #the blacklist #raymond reddington x reader #raymond reddington #raymond “red” reddington #reddington x reader #x reader #special thanks to @writingbyshiloh for inspiring me to finish this fic #comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3 #i love him your honor #the ending feels a little rushed but it's already much longer than what I usually write

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