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pupcuck · 2 months

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RIGOR MORTIS !

ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. las plagas!reader, he kills you, technically snuff ig but wasn’t intended oops, gore, canon-typical violence, reader is infected and out of it so she can’t really consent, dub-con, non-con, p in v, choking/asphyxiation, strangulation

note. god im plagued by writers block and it’s killing me it’s like walking on shattered glass rn. umm please ignore any mistakes, not very fond on this but haven’t posted in a bit :3 um it’s quite short. rbs are always appreciated :3 instead of asking for a part 2 please just tell me something nice.. feedback is really appreciated <3 comms are open! info in my pinned :3

Leon seeks refuge in what looks to have once been a humble abode. Now only a shack wearing a shroud of all things dead and rotten remains. Foetid water has soaked him to the bone, it seeps into the thick leather of his combat boots, leaves his socks soggy. He really hates that. Leon can handle cerebrospinal fluid leaving a sticky film on the toe of his boots, the blood caked beneath his fingernails is something he considers normal, but wet socks are a total inconvenience, it’s a shortcut to trench foot.

The hollow skulls of small critters occupy the corners, the cobwebs have cobwebs, the air is stagnant and stinking. Not of rot, but of sickness. A gaping wound crawling with infection, bacteria settling in the crevices of his mind, squirming like fat, juicy maggots—

Crack!

It’s a man, he was a man, now he’s a boneless lump of flesh, his spinal cord snapped under the weight of Leon’s boot. His yellowed teeth glisten under the golden warmth of a single lantern. Leon’s defence is choreographed at this point, a swift kick to intercept an impending strike, then his boot makes mincemeat of their brains.

When he takes a step back to review his current affair, it’s not so bad, certainly not Raccoon City. Leon would take a million murderous Spanish grandparents over a single zombie. Zombies are plain nasty, not a single limb intact, oozing pustules that peel back to reveal purpling flesh infested by larvae. They’re fuckin’ ugly. Slow and bloated and ugly. A sight no human being should see.

On the wall, there’s a shattered, grimy mirror. Leon sees the ghost of a boy staring back at him. Unwashed hair hanging limp, cheekbones carved out, his skin alabaster like the blocky lettering stitched into his uniform. R.P.D. it reads, muddied by blood and guts and chunks of vomit. All the good shit. He hasn’t grown into his body yet, the steel of his gun is cool on his temple and he’s young and these are all important things to know. In his arms is something small and lightweight, a bloodied little girl, leading him to a pyrrhic victory.

The floorboards groan under the weight of a pair of feet that don’t belong to him, the threat isn’t imminent. You don’t charge at him, no, it’s shambling he can only describe as zombie-like, dragging your bare feet like it hurts to lift them off the ground. Like you’re waterlogged and ready to pop.

You were pretty, he’s sure, a real looker. You’re pretty now, just not in your entirety. Strings of reddish muscle keep the fatty flesh of your right tit hanging on for dear life. Like an Amazonian woman. There’s no rot, no sign of decay, simply an act of self-mutilation.

Now, some might call him a pervert, but Leon’s a self-proclaimed iconoclast. And you, swaying from side to side in your torn linen nightdress, the skeletal pendant of Los Iluminados around your neck like a disfigured cross, draped in a veil of white that’s close enough to holy - it’s worth ruining. Santa Maria di Plagas or whatever.

He realises a few shattered bones have you walking funny, circles you easily and heads into the room you exited. The bed sheets are rumpled in unrest, he sits, there’s a hairline fracture between the two of you. The lantern light bares all, the white of your dress becomes gossamer-thin, he makes out your shape beneath the blood-soaked cloth that moulds to the shape of your torso, the smooth dip of your waist, a soft sinkage where the fabric clings to your belly button.

Leon has seen far worse. Can you blame a guy for getting hard at the sight of a real girl? In his line of work, he’s neck deep in pounds of flesh that spew pus and gore from each virus-clogged abscess. The layer of dirt on your skin does not deter him, that tit hanging by a tissuey thread, swinging back and forth like your necklace is child’s play to him. ‘Cause Leon’s a real man. The princely type.

(He’s anything but. One girl’s knight in shining armour is a monster under the bed for another. It’s not like you can complain, you’re quite the monster yourself.)

Hang in there Ashley. He’ll be there soon, but he’s got to do this. This is completely and utterly necessary. Hunnigan doesn’t need to know why he’ll be unreachable for a good thirty minutes or so. Less probably. ‘Cause your body is hot, clammy with fever, and that means your pussy is even hotter.

Something… Something… Plagas… Something… Lord Saddler…

Your mumbling is constant. Leon will have to do something about that. You gnash your teeth at him when you approach, held back only by the sluggishness that comes with, like, brainwashing cultish parasites.

“Sorry, sweetheart, no entiendo.” Leon loops a worn piece of rope around your neck. Ain’t that handy? Found it hung on your assumed-to-be father’s tool belt. Used for leading curly little lambs to the sacrificial altar. He strokes the underside of your chin, and you bare your teeth like a wild dog, albeit slowly. A late reaction. No fair, it’s like someone’s knocked you around already, who got here before him?

Getting his dick out at a time like this in a place like this, it’s not smart. Sneaky bugs could use his urethra as a water slide. A menacing minibeast might latch onto his balls pincher-first. However, needs are needs, and nothing gets in the way of Leon’s dick, not even a kidnapped First Daughter could stop the force of nature that is his boner.

With ease, he pushes you onto the ground. Not the bed. If you behave like an animal then he’ll have to fuck you like one. Plus, Leon’s not quite sure he trusts those sheets, at least the rusty nails on the floorboards are visible to the naked eye. Tetanus won’t be a nasty surprise, just a momentary lapse in judgement.

Your body contorts when he pulls the rope, back taking on a feline shape, spine bending inwards and your hips up. Puppetry is easier than it looks. The hem of your dress lifts to reveal your leaking chasm of a pussy. Better than nothing. Not like he’s eating it either way.

One hand on the rope, the other on his belt buckle, he lowers his jeans enough to pop his dick out. “Stay still, honey.” He instructs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall, or to a person who doesn’t understand a lick of English.

Leon chokes you with the rope. “I’ll only be a minute, sweetheart,” he coos, a tender kiss that he regrets merely seconds later placed on your shoulder.

He grips the base of his cock, the fat tip is red and leaky, precum bubbling like your foaming mouth. Leon’s too hard. His dick is totally upright, the soft curve pointing towards the ceiling, a thumb comes to press down on the tip, using it to guide himself into your pussy.

“Oh, there you go, honey, yeah, there you go.” His hold on the rope loosens, still firm enough to keep you in place, but now at least there’s oxygen flowing to your parasite-addled brain. “You feel that?”

Leon’s dick stretches you to the point of no return. He’s broken you in. Better off him than any of those grotesque old men. You’re a virgin surely, so it’s very considerate of him to fuck you before you die. No one should die a virgin, that’s cruel, it’s inhumane.

You thrash wildly, grunting each time his hips smack into the fat of your ass, he can’t tell if you’re enjoying it— You better be fuckin’ enjoying it. Know how risky this shit is? Fuck, what if you had a mutated cunt or something. Jagged teeth waiting to clamp down on a big fat dick and tear it straight off. He really needs to start thinking with his brain and not his cock. The thing just doesn’t shut up.

When he cums, the rope is tight around the column of your neck— It would be your hair, but he fears it might fall straight from your scalp in nasty, matted clamps. Your body rears like a wild Mustang, he gathers the rope and it wraps around his fingers until your back is flush to his chest and you grasp for something, anything— Eyes rolled so far back he can see the milky whites, and then he gives one last tug to make sure you’re stuck in that state. Mid-orgasm. Eyes in the back of your skull, back arched, pussy dripping with his load. Cute. He wishes rigor mortis set in right now so that you don’t fall slack into a heap of red and white when he lets go.

Leon leaves by barrelling out of a window like a true gentleman, the microscopic shards splinter your skin. He takes that pendant with him, tucks it in his back pocket, could be useful at some point in time.

It’s only when the blood in his veins runs black and viscous does Leon notice something is severely wrong. His blood flow slows to a halt, clots forming in every important artery. Mucousy black sludge leaks from his nose. An intense pain cuts through his senses with deadly precision, a surge of discomfort that has him kneeling over, hands on his knees in a clumsy attempt to steady himself.

His hands clasp around Ada’s neck— The rope. He pulls it tighter and tighter to get closer and closer. Her voice is distorted by the fog that clouds his brain, it creates a hazy barrier, mutes the world around him. A knife lodges in the meaty flesh of his thigh, he topples backwards when her knee makes contact with his groin.

“That bitch gave me crabs.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He brushes her off. “I said, uh, Lord Saddler almighty.” Leon’s heard that enough times to repeat it back to her rather fluently. Nice save.

“Right,” Ada says, unconvinced.

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 5 months

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Would A Mudkip Be A Good Pet?

For our third Indigo Disk Week post, it’s time to cover the fan-favorite muddy baby mudkip! I’m happy to announce that a mudkip would indeed make a good pet, so long as you are able to provide the right environment for them.

As far as the basics go, we’ve got all the usual water-type starter features. Manageable size. Bit of a risk of getting your place all soggy. Common first partner pokémon in the Hoenn Region and thus known to be friendly and receptive to training. Absolutely adorable. These are all pluses so far.

The only issues when it comes to mudkip care, in addition to the aforementioned risk of getting sprayed with water, come in their habitat needs. Wild mudkips live in shallow, muddy bodies of water, sleeping under soil and mud either at the waters edge (Emerald) or at its bottom (HeartGold/SoulSilver). Mudkips seem to be amphibious, having no problem spending time on land while simultaneously boasting gills that allow them to breathe underwater (Sapphire) and a tail fin specialized in propelling them through currents (FireRed/LeafGreen). Mudkips have adapted to living in murky water by developing the fin on their head to act as a powerful sensor when they can’t see with their eyes (Ruby). A pet mudkip will likely require a body of water to play and rest in, like a pond or a pool. Mud too! Just like their name suggests, these critters love mud (be prepared to mop your home a lot)! Obviously, this need isn’t something that every owner will be able to handle, but anyone experienced with water-types will find it to not be too large a hurdle.

Another thing to consider: mudkips are deceptively strong (X). They are said to not only be able to crush boulders larger than themselves with pure force (Sapphire), but to lift them (Emerald). This comes through in their moves as well. While mudkips boast the usual starter water-moves that you’d expect, they can also make use of some potentially dangerous rock-type moves like Rock Throw and Rock Slide to attack enemies with rocks, or moves like Rock Smash to break through tough defenses. Thankfully, considering their friendly demeanor and how one can pretty easily keep large rocks away from them, this shouldn’t be too much of an issue. Their strength, however, could present problems in a different way. For example, if you close the door to your room while you’re working, sleeping, etc. and they want to come inside, they could break it down pretty easily. They could rearrange or topple over furniture without much issue. Mudkips are a species that needs solid training once adopted as a pet.

While they do have habitat and training needs, mudkips are overall pretty good pet candidates. They are unfortunately not breaking the top-ten pokémon pets, but anyone determined enough to meet their needs could find a great (muddy) buddy in one!

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sarafinamk · 1 month

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Fallen Angel 50 Incorrect Quotes Special

The Smiling Critters Space Riders Au and the character Z belongs to @onyxonline

If you haven't checked out the Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) series, you can check out Part 1 and Part 2 here. You, the reader, will be referred to as both (Y/n) and Archangel.

Right now, I need to focus on writing my thesis paper, so I'm not sure when Part 3 will be posted. In the meantime, enjoy this crackfic as an Easter present. Some quotes will contain slight spoilers for future chapters. 😉 Enjoy.

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*During a training session*

Hoppy: Fight me, you nerd ass punk!

Archangel: At least TRY to sound sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Kickin: Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bITCH?!

Archangel: *Facepalms* Somehow, that was worse...

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Bobby: Are you having another depressive episode?

Archangel: A depressive episode?

Archangel: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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Z: What's wrong with you?

Archangel: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Crafty: How’s training going?

Archangel: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.

Crafty: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.

Bobby: ...you shouldn’t be condoning this.

Crafty: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

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Archangel: Yesterday, I overheard the Captain saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Hoppy replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Archangel: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Archangel: raises eyebrows

Dogday: Put those back down!

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Archangel: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Kickin: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Bubba: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

Hoppy: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

Picky: …put it away.

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Picky: One time I went to hand (Y/n) a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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*Preparing for a mission*

Hoppy: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk?

Catnap: It's (Y/n)'s turn.

Archangel: Don't die.

Kickin, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

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Archangel: I can't take you seriously wearing that.

Kickin: Aw, you take me seriously at all?

Archangel: Fair point.

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Dogday: My level of gay has reached “sighing deeply whenever anything extremely heterosexual happens near me”.

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Archangel to Bubba: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

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Dogday: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Z: Yes.

Dogday: I love you.

Z: It back.

*Later*

Archangel: Why is the Captain crying face-down on the floor?

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*the Space Riders at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Crafty, Bobby, Bubba, and Picky: *spinning a little and talking*

Dogday, Catnap, Kickin, and Hoppy: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

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Hoppy: I've done a lot of dumb stuff.

Dogday: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Catnap: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Kickin: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Archangel: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

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Archangel: This is a bad idea.

Hoppy: Then why are you coming along?

Archangel: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

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Archangel: I feel awful about killing you.

Archangel: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

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Dogday: Hoppy, don’t go picking a fight with (Y/n). Don’t forget, they’re powerful, they could make life difficult for you.

Hoppy: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

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Dogday: I’m so happy both angels are getting along now.

Catnap: Uh, Z and (Y/n) are not getting along.

Dogday: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Catnap: You may have a point.

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Archangel: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.

Picky: Was Kissy's place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

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Kickin: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way.

Archangel: Did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?

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Archangel, proudly: I slept.

Catnap: Is that so much of a rare thing that you have to say it?

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Archangel: You're a lying piece of shit!

Hoppy: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Dogday: I'm leaving and I'm taking Catnap with me!

Bubba, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Poppy: It’s funny how well you and the Archangel get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

Dogday: (Y/n) hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

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Bobby: lifting weights

Kickin: Wow… She's so intense!

Archangel: I wonder what drives her.

Bobby, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

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*First two chapters of "Fallen Angel" summarized*

Archangel: I'm allergic to death.

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Archangel: Hoppy, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery.

Hoppy: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

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Hoppy: (Y/n), what are you doing tomorrow?

Archangel: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

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Archangel: Someone will die.

Dogday: Of fun!

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Something crashes

Hoppy: Shoot-

Bobby: running into the room in a panic WHAT FELL?!

Archangel: walking by the room calmly What died?

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Archangel: Can you be serious for five minutes?

Kickin: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Someone with a gun to Archangel's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

Archangel: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

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Catnap: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

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Z: When did you become a hero?

Archangel: Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

Z: You’re the last person in the galaxy I wanted to rescue me.

Archangel: Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

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Bubba: It’s just that lollipop sticks last longer than the head, even if they’re less flavorful. I’m thinking of paper sticks, because you can peel off the layers with your teeth or leave it there until they fall off naturally, but plastic sticks can be chewed on too or left sticking out like a cigarette. Paper straws can be eaten layer by layer over time though, so they have the edge.

Hoppy, bored: Can’t we just leave while he's distracted?

Archangel, genuinely interested: But what about wooden sticks?

Hoppy: I hate you.

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Archangel: I am convinced the Captain and Catnap share a brain cell.

Archangel: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

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Archangel: Why am I the bad guy?

Kickin: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

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Archangel: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Z: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

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Kickin: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Picky: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Crafty: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Bubba: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Bobby: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Archangel: I have emotional scars.

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Dogday: What leaves a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

Archangel: A stab wound.

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Archangel: I sense hostility.

Z: Good, because I hate you.

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Archangel: slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

Hoppy: This is light?!

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Archangel: What’s up with the Captain? He's been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Bobby: He's just a little overwhelmed.

Archangel: Why?

Catnap: Z smiled at him.

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Literally anyone: Go to hell!

Archangel: Where do you think I come from?

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Hoppy: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Archangel: All the time.

Hoppy: Then you should be used to it by now.

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Archangel: I’m so tired.

Bubba: Did you get to bed late?

Archangel: No.

Bubba: Did you do something strenuous?

Archangel: No.

Bubba: Then why are you tired?

Archangel: I’m alive.

Bubba: Sounds exhausting.

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Archangel: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

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A cult member: Didn't you die?!

Archangel: That was weeks ago. Things change.

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Archangel: I’d kill someone if you asked me to.

Dogday: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

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the-fluffy-folio · 1 year

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Cemetipede – Tiny undead, unaligned

This peculiar creature is a rare but notorious critter. Once the darkness it stems from is stripped of all its flesh, it emerges and intrudes into to the world of the living – crawling through the smallest cracks of doomed tombs and cursed caskets. The cemetipede is driven by an insatiable hunger and nests close to places where food is plenty. It infests the pits of overcrowded graveyards, snatches rotting remains from shunned battlefields or creeps through the soggy sewers beneath the local butcher’s shop. Reeking of undeath, the cemetipede quickly turns from a pest into a menacing threat for any settlement close by, especially when gathering in decently-sized groups and food supply is running low…

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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CAT DAD ♡ NANAMI KENTO

househusband!nanami kento x gn!reader

ingredients? he said he didn't want one, but here he is wrapped around its finger.

what's it? slice of life!! fluff

allergen warning/s? modern!au

sugar level? 3.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork @tahonet @tokyometronetwork @kagejima

parlor's note? based off of this fanart! this was so fun to write. i’d probably write about the concept of nanami being a househusband and giving characters pets a bit more now lol.

bon appetit!

nanami wasn't too fond of pets. that was something he verbalized to you before when you asked him about the possibility of adopting one together. after all, if he didn't want to have children with you because of his awareness about how cruel and dangerous the world actually is, then the both of you could get the next best thing: a fur baby -- a cat, to be more specific. he didn't seem too fond of the idea though. too much responsibility, he said. and what will it give you in return?

you respected his decision, you really did, but when you came across a damp cardboard box with small meows that called out to your heart coming from it, you couldn't just leave the poor critter there. after all, it was raining hard and even though you were fully dry under your umbrella and enclosed beneath the thickest, fluffiest coat you owned, you were still shivering. your teeth were still chattering. you could only imagine what the creature was feeling. especially since from peeking inside of the brown box, drenched and soggy in rainwater, it contained a tiny kitten, probably the runt of the litter. it was a black cat as well, so you knew the possibility of it getting adopted by some stranger on the street was low due to the negative superstitions surrounding their species. it meowed at you from the box you were looking down on, seeming helpless and upset. you couldn't just walk away from it when it was in such a condition.

thankfully, the coat you were wearing had bigger pockets - you could fit your whole hand in it and more - and was lined with wool, meaning that the kitten not only fit inside, but was also going to be kept warm.

you walked down to the nearest pet store and bought cat food and a bed, the most you could afford since you didn't have a lot on you at the moment. after all, you just got back from work, not from a shopping spree. the only thing was, because you spent most of your money, you didn't have enough to hail a taxi, and home was too close for you to go catch the bullet train. with a text sent to your boyfriend, telling him that you might back to the house a few minutes later than you usual do, you decided a walk home it is.

once you've gotten there you put your umbrella by the side of the door inside its proper compartment, gently shrugging your coat off of your shoulders, hooking it up, and taking off your face mask and throwing it in the trash. you made sure to greet the blond man who was currently fixing up your dinner before continuing to go to your bedroom and stripping out of your work clothes to put something more comfortable on.

you hoped the kitten wasn't making too much noise so you could warn nanami before he discovered your latest impulse decision.

the moment you were in clean clothes, that was when you padded into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning in to press a kiss on his bare back. "'m home kento." you felt his low hum as a vibration on the skin the side of your face was pressed against. "glad you're back, honey. how was work?" he took a break from stirring the curry he was cooking to twist his body and press a kiss to the top of your head.

well, he doesn't seem angry. you took that as a sign that he doesn't know about the kitten yet.

the tune and scratch of the familiar 90s classics vinyl he loved so much was in the air, so you swayed from side-to-side to the melody with his large figure still in your arms. "'t was normal. nothing too bad, nothing that stood out either. there was something that happened after i clocked out though." you trailed off nervously, though inside, you were praising yourself for the smooth transition from the question he asked you everyday after you got home from work to your current concern. "and what's that?"

again, he twisted in your hold to put a spoon in front of your lips, a different spoon than what he used to stir tonight's dinner around. nanami's homemade curry sauce was on it, steaming, yet remained to be appetizing. you leaned forward to taste it, sighing in delight at the taste; he was always so good at cooking even without following a recipe – he always insisted to have one though. "tastes good, kento." you said, giving him a thumbs while you were at it.

with that, he turned off the stove and wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist; a corny white apron you gifted him on his birthday that had kiss the cook written on it in big, bold, black letters, along with a hot pink colored kiss mark. he hung it up and proceeded to ask about what you had just said while he thoroughly washed his hands. "and what might that be, my love?"

you hopped up on the counter he was standing in front of, twiddling with the skin around your fingers. "well you see, i came across this poor little kitten on my way home-" you were interrupted, forced to stop because of the look he shot you as he rinsed his hands off of the foamy soap he used to clean them. "darling," he said sternly. "you know how i feel about pets." he sighed at you, face tense yet still unreadable, as if he was yet to process what he had just heard, or was thinking about how to properly, matured respond to an event he was not particularly fond of happening.

"but nanamiii," you pouted at him. "the poor thing was just left outside to die! the mom wasn't there and i think it’s the runt of the family too!" he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to avert his gaze from you, because the look on your face was his absolute weakness -- puppy dog eyes, lips jutted out, and your hands clasped together by your chin, pleading for whatever it is you wanted. you didn't use it on him very frequently, so whenever you did, he found it absolutely irresistible. "couldn't just let the poor guy die out there in the cold!"

"fine." he says. "but it's not to step foot in our bed."

as he walked away, you muttered a technically, it's paw behind him which he paid no mind to as he began to set the table.

you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek with a love you kento! as you excitedly bounded back to the rack your coat was hanging off of, the kitten still keeping warm in its pocket.

due to how dark and gloomy it was outside, you didn't get to observe how adorable the creature really was, but now under the bright light of your shared house with nanami, you could see the specks of dirt that's matted in its fur and around its eyes, as well as its cute pink paws, so tiny it made you want to squeal. it was about as big as your palm, and its eyes were a green color too, you noticed as it peeped at you with a meow.

thankfully, it was half dry now. its black fur still clung onto its body, but it's a much less concerning sight than what you saw when you first came across it. you cooed at it before resting your other hand on top of it, holding to warm it up some more with your body heat.

"kento! i'm gonna clean the kitty up a bit, okay? then i'll introduce you and you'll fall in love with it just like i did!" you called out even when you were already more than halfway through the hall that lead to your bathroom. you didn't hear his response, but perhaps that's simply because he didn't have one.

you'll get nanami to like your newfound pet, you knew it. especially since he's going to be left alone with it whenever you go to work.

you didn't want to get the critter more wet than it needed to be, you didn't want it to get colder than it already was, so you just got a damp rag you didn't use and rubbed it over the dirty spots on the animal, applying the smallest amount of pressure that you could to take the grime out. then, you grabbed another section of the cloth and ran it all over the kitty, making sure it was decently clean everywhere. after all, you were aware that cats are able to clean themselves as well, you didn't have to put too much effort and risk getting it sick, although you are already thinking of taking a trip to the veterinarian tomorrow since it was a stray. it having common parasites was likely and since it's not only a runt and presumably malnourished, but also because it’s a stray. you wanted to help it as much as you possibly could.

"we're here!" you chimed, taking small and fast steps as you walked to nanami who looked as if he was more than ready to eat and get this day over with. your palms were extended towards him, holding out the kitten who was laying down. "can it eat at the table with us?"

"absolutely not." his answer came fast, as if he knew that the question from you was coming. you puffed your cheeks up and looked away from him. "never guessed you were one of the mean girls in high school who didn't let other people sit with them."

"it's an animal." he explained as he pulled his chair out. you heard the screech of the wood that would always reverberate around the room when nanami didn't lift his chair to do so. he always commented that the sound irritated him, that he'd much rather pull your chair out for you so that way, he could do it in a way that it wouldn't make that sound. it seemed like that was the least of his concerns for today though.

your back was to him while you grabbed the canned cat food you got mere seconds ago, transferring its contents to a small tupperware that's safer to eat in before setting the kitten down on a soft rag, then putting the bowl in front of it.

guilt started to creep up on you as you washed your hands. maybe nanami actually didn't like animals and you were crossing his boundaries. that was the last thing you wanted as he never overstepped any of yours. you wanted to give the same amount of respect he treated you with so when you sat down across from him on the dining table, you questioned it about him while plating that night's dinner as well as the white rice he prepared. "kento, are you actually upset with the cat?"

your voice was serious which made him smile internally because of your concern for his comfort. you had a neutral expression on your face on top of that, not letting any emotions seep through. it's the kind of face that would normally be spotted on him. yet right now, it is on yours because in the situation where he actually doesn't want it, you didn't want to strike him with a sad look that'll make him feel unnecessarily guilty. you wanted his honesty.

it took a while for him to speak as he didn't want to say the wrong things. he wanted to convey his feelings on the matter clearly, the way he believes it should be. he simply looked down at his food, not eating it or playing around with it and you did the same. eating while having a series conversation didn't seem appropriate, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't have a big appetite right now. then, on the other hand, you didn't want to put too much pressure on him by staring through his relaxed figure.

the fact that he was relaxed with the kitten eating in the background was a good sign that he was comfortable with it, you thought.

"it's fine." he stated. "it might need some getting used to, but it's fine." if he was being truthful to himself, even if he actually did not want the kitten, he would have sucked it up and say yes regardless if that meant seeing your face light up instantly. if that meant you'd run over to his side and engulf him in a tight hug that leaves him off balance and almost makes the two of you tumble onto the floor. if that meant you'd kiss all over his face with mutters of thank you! thank you! thank you! thank you! and a final kiss to his lips, i love you, kento. because even though he'd never verbalized it via his own accord, those romantic moments that constantly reminds him how lovesick he is are what he lives for.

you return back to your seat with what he thinks is the biggest smile he's ever had the pleasure of seeing you wear. it makes your cheeks rise and your eyes crinkle until they completely disappear. "this means so much to me, kento, you have no idea. i promise the kitty's gonna be the best kitty you've ever seen."

that night, like nanami said, the cat slept on its own bed which was right next to the one you and kento shared. thankfully, tomorrow was a sunday so you'd be able to take it to a veterinarian and get it everything it needs.

when you woke up, you noticed that your boyfriend's side of the mattress was cold, something that you didn't expect since it was the weekend and most of the time, you slept until noon. the scent of japanese pancakes and hot chocolate wafting in the air did give you a pretty good clue about his whereabouts though, as well as the soft padding you heard coming from a couple of rooms down.

you sighed, getting up, realizing that there really was no point in lazying around in bed since you had no one to cuddle and bother there. besides, the sooner you get up, the sooner you can play with your brand new pet.

you snuck a peek below you before setting your foot at floor, making sure you wouldn't accidentally step on the kitten, and it was then you realized it wasn't there anymore. you hurriedly fast walked to the kitchen, ready to ask nanami if it was with him, when the sight that greeted you made you suddenly halt and be quiet.

you were just around the corner, a blindspot from where your boyfriend was leaning on the island. the angle enabled you to see both his front and his back. the cat was in the room with him, rubbing its side onto the hem of his silk pajama pants. no matter what nanami thought of the creature, it very clearly liked him. to your surprise, he picked it up and held it high at eye level. "you are pretty adorable. i can see why they took such a liking to you." and if you listened close enough, you'd hear him follow the compliment up with "don't tell them i said that." as he held the cat to his chest, pet its head and put it back down on the floor.

you couldn't help but grin and wish you brought your phone with you so you'd be able to take a picture of the heartwarming interaction nanami was sure to frown about.

but then, it was time to make your presence known as he washed his hands.

"kento, why're you up so early?" you couldn't help but yawn and wipe at your eyes.

"good morning, darling." he murmurs against your lips when you reach him. his hands are firmly planted on your hips when you greet him with a good morning back. "i just woke up early. perhaps my body clock is used to it." he walks away from you to check on breakfast. apparently, it was now time to flip them.

you positioned yourself to the spot right next to him, knowing how he would part your legs and settle in the space between them once he was done, savoring the time you had with each other, especially when you've been so busy with work lately. you've gone into overtime so many days in the past few month, and it really was starting to get to you both. thankfully though, it seems to be calming down for the next week. that's what the two - and now three with the addition of the newest member of the family - hoped for.

"have you washed your face yet?" he asks softly when he rested his body against yours making you chuckle and your cheeks heat up. "oh, i forgot." you leaned away from him, pulling away from his embrace to go back to the restroom in your bedroom where all your skincare products are. "i got a little worried when i noticed the cat wasn't in our room and rushed over." you gave him a sheepish smile to which he clicked his tongue to, shaking his head. you noticed his eyes flick behind you towards where the feline sat, before quickly landing back on your face. "well the little thing is safe and sound, sweetheart. there's no need for you to fret." his large hands framed your face so he could press a kiss to the crown of your head.

he nuzzles your noses together, then let you set your feet back down on the ground with guiding hands on your waist and go back to the restroom to wash up before he served breakfast piping hot and served with butter, maple syrup, and a sprinkle of crushed seaweed -- an oddly delicious combination.

when ten am rolled around, the two of you found yourselves getting into a taxi that's set to take you to the veterinarian near you which had the highest ratings. much to your relief, there has anything wrong with the kitten. it must have not been abandoned by its mother long before you found it and gave it a home in yours. the animal doctor simply confirmed that the stray you adopted on a whim yesterday was highly likely to be the runt of the litter which meant it would need more attention and nutrition than your regular kitten, but other than that, everything you received was good news and scheduled appointments to make sure it stayed healthy.

it contentedly sat in nanami's lap the whole time while you were in the waiting room until you were to be called in. the aforementioned man didn't look to be bothered in the least as well making you smile. instead, he held a pocket book with a familiar sounding title in one hand, and the other was in the feline's fur, running through it. a few times, you heard it pur in nanami's calming presence and even more calming touch.

after that, you headed over to the pet store where your boyfriend proceeded to put everything the cat touched inside the cart. "'nami, maybe you should calm down a bit? i don't think the baby'll need three feather toys when it already has five other ones." you chuckled lightly making him tsk. "and what if those toys break? the most responsible thing is to make sure it has everything it'll possibly need." your smile widened at that, turning into a smirk as you headed over to the food aisle. all you bought yesterday was regular wet food, you still needed treats and who's more qualified to pick out the treats the kitten should get than the kitten? so long as it was appropriate for its young age, of course. "oh yeah? what happened to moderate effort is all that's needed?" you quoted the words he always uttered to you back when he still worked and whenever he noted that you were overworking yourself. it seemed to be his life motto at one point as well.

he pointedly looked at you with narrow, accusing eyes, and then at the bundle ball of fluff walking around in front of you. "it's a living being, darling. it would be highly irresponsible of us to not put all of our efforts into keeping it safe and happy." he looked at you one last time before overtaking you and getting a bag of the soft salmon cat treats that the kitten was currently pawing at.

it already had him wrapped around its finger - or paw, to be more specific - and the both of you knew it.

BONUS:

the next day, nanami was set to have a non-formal get together with some of his former co-workers, namely gojo satoru and geto suguru. you've heard quite a lot of stories about the two men from your boyfriend, namely his immature superior gojo who frequently got on his nerves.

yet even with that context, nothing would have prepared you for what would surprise you when you entered your house that day after work.

nanami, not even have changed out of his expensive suit, laid out in the loveseat, long limbs splayed out in various ways. his mouth was slightly agape, and soft snores were coming from it.

if that view wasn't enough to melt one's heart, then the cherry on top of the sundae would be the kitten - whose name was decided to be spot, and was tiny in comparison to her dad - laying on top of him sound asleep.

BASICALLY, nanami's the type of pet dad who's like ">:(( we're not getting a pet" at first, then mellows into "okay fine, but it's not gonna sleep in the bed", but turns out to be the one to spoil the ever living shit out of it, thank u.

i get: reblog

you get: a cat

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