#PLEASE STOP DEPECTING HIM LIKE THAT

[anime-potato-san]

I SEE ONE MORE FIC OR BLURB OR WHATEVER DEPECTING ARKHAM JASON AS MEAN, ABUSIVE, OR PRACTICALLY ASSULTING THE READER, I'M GOING TO FUCKING SNAP!

MY MAN IS NOT LIKE THAT.

He is traumatized and not going through a good time, but he is shown to actually care about his men, even when he's harsh on them. And do people forget how he treated Barbara? Think about it: after everything Jason went through, would he really treat the person he loves like shit and abuse them?

NO, HE WOULD NOT.

[happy-yellow-flower-children]

TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPECTIONS OF VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SELF MUTALATION/SUICIDE, AND HOMICIDE

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Before

“Flower! Flower! Flower! Wake up!” A small child's voice cried in my ear. I tossed to the other side of the bed, covering my face with my pillow. “Astonnnnnn,” I grumbled, “Ma’s gonna be pissed when she hears you got outta bed.” Aston wrenched the pillow away, pulling at my blanket. “That’s the thing!” I began to hear a quiver in his voice, “Mama won’t wake up!” I sat up quickly, my brown curls flopping in my eyes, I brushed them off and faced my little brother Aston, his big green eyes were filled with tears.

“Aston, what do you mean she won’t wake up?” Paranoia crept up on me, like someone had poured a bucket of boiling water down my back, bringing tears to my eyes. “She’s in the kitchen! She’s got blood ‘round her head! She won’t wake up….” He trailed off, panic mixed with realization appeared in his eyes, a small sob left his mouth. “MAMA’S DEAD!” Aston shouted, pale and shaking. My lower lip trembled, ‘Mama! I can’t cry! Aston needs me, but, Mama! Mama’s dead!. ‘ My thoughts were loud, but Aston was louder. His screams and sobs felt like glass shattering all around me, making me cringe as my skin prickled with heat. I attempted to soothe him, rubbing his back, while whispering false promises and reassurances that it would be okay.

A bang snuffed the wailing from my little brother, leaving nothing but dead sickening silence in its wake. I held his head to my chest, cradling him close while running my fingers through his chestnut curls. “FIND THE WOMAN!” A male voice yelled, pounding footsteps seemed to come from all around us, causing Aston to shake furiously in my hold, I could feel warm tears wetting my shirt, and my face. With nothing left for comfort, I began singing Papa’s lullaby, ‘Guten Abend, gute Nacht. Mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf ich unter das Deck. Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt, morgen früh, wenn Gott will-.’ I stopped singing as I heard the thundering footsteps stop outside of the room my little brother and I shared.

“Please, please leave,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around Aston’s back, holding him tightly and muffling his now loud sobs in my nightshirt. The once soft and comforting fabric felt like a prison, scratchy and moist, sticking to my skin. The wait in the sickening silence felt like hours, time seemed to be moving at the speed of a snail. After sometime, Aston sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around, it seemed whomever was in our house had left. I let out a shaky sigh of relief, standing up and walking towards the door.

“Flower…. Are we gonna be okay?” The little boy asked, grabbing my hand as I opened the door. Staring at my wide eyed little brother, I forced a smile and promised things that I couldn’t keep. His eyes were bloodshot, the green standing out wildly, his chestnut curls were messy, some sticking to his face from his tears. I stuttered out another superficial promise as we walked to the kitchen. “Aston, Flower. Did you like my gift?’ An older man’s voice said. Aston shrieked and clung to me, I glared and cowarded as I took in the man’s appearance.

“Papa! Papa! Wha-what-how?!” The cruel irony of the situation hit me like a tidal wave: I had just sung the song that the sick sadistic man I had for a Father had taught. The brute snickered. “Dad, please-” Aston moved from behind me, and before I could react. Bang. A bullet to the brain. I don’t think Aston even had the chance to realize he was shot. He just died. I didn’t realize I was screaming until I was slapped. “Flower, sweetie, stop screaming lovely,” He said, cradling my face where he had slapped. I yelled in fear and anger, yelling for someone, anyone! I was begging, just begging. I wanted help. I couldn’t hear anything. All I could hear was my heart pounding, throbbing and the heaviness of my breath. ‘Please! I wanna wake up now! Aston isn’t dead! Mama isn’t dead! They can’t be!’ My face was wet. I was running. I don’t remember why.

My feet pounded against the hard and cold pavement. The man roared my name, infuriated by my running and sobbing. I stopped abruptly. I had run into something, something living, something warm. A gentle hand placed itself on my neck, I couldn’t help but relax in the loving touch. A silk smooth woman's voice filled my ears, “Are you okay schatz?” I shook my head and murmured a sound of ‘no’, “Ah! There you are sweetheart! Thank you ma’am for keeping her safe! She had a bit of a tantrum.” His voice was like cyanide infested honey, sickening, sweet and deadly. “Oh really? I’m glad I could be of help, good sir! I will help you escort this panicked young girl home.” Her tone was off, so I took a good look at her.

The woman was tall with shoulder length rosewood red hair, and moss green eyes. Her eyes were dead, they didn’t have the spark of emotion she conveyed through her voice. My brown haired Father glared, and then smiled, stating with false kindness on how there was no need, and how my tantrum had already taken enough of her time. “I insist, Tyler, your wife would be relieved to see someone else with your lovely young girl. By the way, how is Aston doing?” He growled, “Just give me meine Ficken tochter, sie’s grube.”

She smiled and gently patted my back, setting me behind her, “Can you stay there schatz? I want to talk to him.” Her eyes were friendly but something was wrong. I nodded, unsure of what she was going to do. She called out for me, telling me to pay close attention. I stared confused. I saw a small silver object with a gray handle. A squelching sound of flesh with a small splash filled the quiet street. Father clutched his neck, falling to his knees, choking on his own blood. It felt as if I was standing for hours watching the light fade from his eyes. He finally stopped twitching, his head lolling to the side.

The lady beckoned me closer, my heart pounding in my chest. Her hands were splattered red with blood. “Yes mi-miss,” I didn't defy, coming close to her. Her warm sticky hand clasped mine, ‘I think I’m gonna throw up’, screaming internally before heaving the little food I had before that night onto the pavement. “Tyler Aartsen killed himself after the tragic murder of his wife and son, and left his only daughter in my care. Do you understand?” I murmured a phrase of “Yes…” tears and snot coating my face.

“My name is Katia Fuller, it’s a pleasure to meet you Flower. Will you put this envelope by your Father please?” I nodded, taking the envelope, then asking for permission to read, to which Katia agreed.

‘To my beloved daughter who I leave behind,

I’m sorry that it has come to this but I cannot let the insurmountable darkness in my life consume me any longer. The world has been a harsh place, full of pain and endless suffering, and I feel I can no longer survive in this world.

I know you will never understand how or why I made this decision and I wish there was another way. I ask for forgiveness for the pain I know this decision will cause you and the guilt and fear you might experience.

I love you Flower.

I feel horrible for leaving you.

But, my spirit has broken and no matter how much I try, I am too exhausted to pick up the shattered pieces and make something beautiful from them.

It’s not a possibility for me anymore.

This sickening world took away your lovely mother, whom I love, and your younger brother, my only son.

And now it has taken me away too.

Please don’t be angry with me, my lovely sweet Sonnenblume this world has been so cruel to you.

I have a good friend, her name is Katia, I know she will take care of you my Sonnenblume.

I love you Flower.

I hope you may draw comfort from knowing I am now in a place of peace. I thank you for all that was good in my life and I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me.

I wish you all my love,

Tyler Aartsen.

I set it down, ‘How fake could that letter be? He never loved me, he left when I was little, then returned to kill me, my mother, and my brother.’ I roared inside my head, this letter was disgusting. I sniffed, trying to hold back tears while walking to Katia, she took my hand, and led me away.

END

[one-smuts]

The Shape of Regret

Ahh this entirely self indulgent buuut I dont care haha.

Vigilante!reader x Hawks, SFW, hurt comfort(?) Angst, fluff, she/her reader. reader gets injured during a fight, and having no where else to go, turns to the one place she knows she'll be safe.

tw:slight mention of human trafficking, depections of blood and wounds, gun metion, at home medical care. if i miss anything please let me know.

Under the light of a dying street lamp, everything starts to take the shape of regret sooner or later.

This effect is accelerated when you’re watching your blood pour down the storm drain nearby. Yea, Y/n didn’t have a lot of time. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be quick and easy. One of her connections informed the vigilante of a drug deal going down. No big deal, just go in, break it up, maybe kill the mastermind behind it, be home in time for the new episode of Demon Slayer.

Thank god she thought to record it. Not that she’d be able to watch it if she didn't get medical attention soon. Everything went south on this “oh SO easy” mission. Who the fuck just carries a gun when we have quirks?! If she had seen it, she would have been able to maybe do something about it. But, she was shot twice in the back, which gave Knife-Hands-Megee an in to get her real good in the side.

Y/n had to use what was left of her fire to get the situation back under control. And leave the hoodlums in handcuffs for the cops. But, in doing so she didn't have a chance to cauterize her wounds. And they needed a good cauterization. Badly. Now, if Y/n lived anything even similar to a normal life, she could just go to the hospital and get medical attention that way. But, Y/n's life wasn't normal. And she couldn't just go to a hospital. She was the most wanted vigilante in the game right now. Going to a hospital met she would for sure get turned into the HPSC for her treason.

Oh god, was that a rat or a cat?!

Suddenly, bleeding out slowly in the middle of a street didn't seem so bad. 

She thought of how her death would affect him. Would he cry for her? She liked to think probably. She liked to think he still held the love for her that she did for him. She could lie about it until she actually bleeds out, but the truth would remain unchanged: She never stopped loving Keigo Takami. And her soul needed to know that he never stopped loving her as well.

Ok, maybe she didn't want to die in the middle of a street. So, that left her slowly making her way to the one place she knew she would be safe. Or well, at least hoped she would be safe. She wasn't looking forward to the almost definite verbal lashing she was about to endure. Still, it might be worth it to see him again. She would never be able to admit it to herself if she wasn't dying, but she missed him.

Even now, as she was bleeding out on this empty city street, trying to accept her own death and mortality as a way to convince her she didnt need to see him and she didnt need to drag him into this and she definety didnt need to go and trudge up emotions she had long since buried, she could only think of that stupid birdbrain. That man that once lit her heart on fire. The man that hurt her more than she thought possible anymore, even now.

And that led her to his door, weakly knocking on his door. Silently begging him to open the goddamn door Keigo, Please I’m LITERALLY DYING HERE. Hawks, to his credit, didn't even realize there was a knocking on the door until he actively tuned into the sound. He thought it was the wind. So, I'm sure you can imagine his shock and surprise when he opened the door and found his ex in a bloodied heap on his porch.

“Y/n, I’m going to have to take off your shirt to get to your wounds.” he said softly. Y/n was pleasantly surprised to realize she still had enough blood in her to blush. “It’s nothing you haven't done before.” she muttered, trying to hide the fact that she was weighing her options between having him see her body, a body that would most definitely have yet another gnarly scar for her to hyper fixate on, and just straight up dying. She was leaning towards dying.

“Heya birdbrain. Can I- uh, come i-” before Y/n could finish that sentence, Hawks had her in his arms and was rushing her inside, using one of his feathers to close the door behind him. “Y/n, what happened?” he asked, taking her to his bathroom to inspect her wounds. “I thought it would be a great idea to run with scissors.” She groaned as he gently inspected her wound. He gave her a deathly serious glare. His trademark “dont fuck with me right now, this is serious.” glare. “I got in a fight. I won though.” She had to add that in.

“Were you followed?” Hawks asked, grabbing the peroxide from his first aid kit. “I didn't see anyone, but I was more focused on not dying than I was not being followed, so, do with that information what you will.” Y/n muttered, that last part more to herself than to him. Hawks grabbed his medical sewing kit and went over to her. “You’re real funny when you’re bleeding out, you know that?” he said sarcastically. “I’m real funny most of the time. Just sayin.” Hawks rolled his eyes to suppress a smile. He didn't have to suppress it for too long though.

“Yea, I know but- I just wanted to warn you.” “it’s nothing you haven't seen before.'' That was one thing Y/n found comfort in. At the end of the day, he saw all she had to offer and more. Things were no different now that they had broken up. Hawks gently maneuvered her to be able to reach the zipper on the back of her (former?) hero suit. He grimaced to find the two bullet holes there. “Have you gotten the bullet out of these?” he asked, removing her shirt. “Hawks.” she glared. Man, he was not a fan of that look.

“Right, stupid question, forget I asked.” he said, sending two feathers to go and retrive the bulltes as he inspected the gash in her side. Ok, the situation could be a lot worse. The gash wasn't deep enough to hit anything vital, nor were the bullet holes. By the looks of her, she had only lost between 10 and 20% of blood. Meaning if he worked fast, a transfusion could be avoided. “You must have been close by.” He muttered to her as he began to disinfect her side.

Y/n of course squealed like a bitch. “Something like that.” she whimpered. “It felt like I was halfway across the world from you though..” she muttered. Hawks simply hummed in acknowledgment as his feathers located the bullets, but didnt pull them out yet. “This is going to hurt.” He informed her as he prepared a needle to stitch her up. “Worse than getting the damn thing?” The vigilante asked, snark dripping from her voice. “I donno, I didn't get the injury. I'm just going off of the fact that you couldn't handle disinfecting it.” Hawks smirked at her. “Hey! I handled it!” “Sure you did Dove.” He  muttered as he gave her a rag to bite on and began the stitching process. The term of endearment slipping out without the realization even hitting him. 

Y/n realized it though. She missed that. She bit the rag hard to suppress a scream as the man began his work, stitching her with an almost expert skill. Hawks was a man of many hidden talents, sewing a person back up was apparently one of them. He was done relatively quickly, and with as minimal pain as possible, all things considering. It was quick, and clean, and easy. Clinical, maybe even overly so. “Ok, I’m going to move you onto your stomach now.” Hawks said, gently rolling her over. Y/n appreciated that he warned her about what was going on.

“Bullet number one, coming out now.” he warned, giving her the time to prepare before pulling the projectile out of her skin. She looked so…oddly broken. Weak and broken. She looked oddly small. She felt so, so cold. She was none of these things. She had never been any of these things, and never in a million years did he think he’d see his lively, loud and colorful Dove like this. It made his heart drop. His breath shaky, his mouth dry. It hit him all like a truck. 

He could have lost her, forever. Never gotten to hold her again or apologize. She could have died.

  That thought alone was enough to make him sick. He tried to focus on the task at hand, healing and helping her. He disinfected the wound and began to stitch her back together again. He was starting to feel like a fucked up frankenstine. Ok, that guy was already pretty fucked up on his own, but he still didnt feel good about what he was doing. Normally, he can do things like this pretty emotionlessly, but, it was her. And whenever she was involved, emotions most definitely were too. 

“Ok Dovey, you’re almost done. Second bullet, coming out now.” Keigo reassured her. Y/n was taken aback by the sudden warmness in his voice. Before, this had felt like a regular doctor visit of sorts. Sorta. But that was…really warm. It gave her what she needed to get through the last stretch. She grit her teeth on the rag, and nodded curtly, yelping much softer this time as the bullet was removed, and not at all as she was fused back together for the last time of the night.

“You did good.” Keigo praised. Y/n huffed out a laugh and dropped the rag out of her mouth. “God I’m so tired.” she groaned, slowly moving her body, testing to be assured that it all still functioned in mostly the same way. “Yea, I bet.” Keigo cooed softly, smoothing down her hair. “You can stay here tonight. If you want.” he added the last part as almost an afterthought. The former hero nodded, knowing better than to try to get herself home or even be alone in this state. Keigo took her into his arms and carried her to the bed they used to share, planning to take the couch tonight. He laid her down gently on her side, handling her as if she was a delicate flower, or butterly. Y/n hated it. She was more than capable, she just had a rough night.

“I'm going to go get you some water.” Keigo promised her, standing to go to the kitchen. “Wait, Keigo-!” Y/n weakly called after him, gently reaching out her hand to him. He turned around, but couldn't bring himself to return to her side. “Yes, Dove?” he asked, watching as she dropped her arm down. “I’m sorry.” Y/n spologized, refusing to make eye contact with him. “I- I shouldn't have just shown up at your door an-” Now Keigo was by her side, taking her hand in his. “Dont.” he whispered to her, his energy forcing her to look into his gilded eyes. “I’m glad you came. I dont know if you would have made it if you didn’t.”

Y/n stared hard into his eyes. They were always intense about something. About love, about hate, about life and about death. She wondered if Keigo ever felt anything at less than 100%, and had to marvel at just how insanely good he was at hiding how he truly felt, and tempering his emotions. Something she was sure the HPSC made sure of. She nodded to him, and settled back down as he released her hand. Keigo went to get the water.

The last fight conversation they had played in the back of his head like a broken record. Y/n had been working on an intense case. No one likes investigating human trafficking, but she was determined to bring it to an end. All she had ever wanted was to help people. And, during the case, she had started to change. She was more vocal about how being a hero does nothing. That it doesn't matter how many crooks you put away when they can just pay the right price and be out in a week. That the system was inherently corrupt. 

And generally speaking, Keigo agreed with her. It was incredibly frustrating being a hero, especially when you start trying to take down more big time criminals. But that wasn't an excuse to give up hope, and it doesn't mean that the work they did wasn't important. To just throw away the concept of being a hero as a whole was to throw away not only the good work that they do, but the hope that they gave to others. It was a point of contention between them.

And it all came to a head when Y/n discovered that a reasonably popular “hero” was at the head of it all. She did what, arguably, anyone would do, and killed him. The rumors spread quick that it was her, but the HPSC shut it down and changed the narrative quickly, if for no other reason than to save their own image. Suddenly, the new reality was that Y/n and the “hero” were working on the case together, and the asshole died in the line of duty, some even said protecting her. Behind closed doors, Y/n was stripped of her license, and forced to publically retire because of “trauma.” 

Keigo was more than willing to stand by her. Until she publicly exposed the hero and the commissions lie. Receipts and all, all over any social media you could think of. It started a more than heated fight between them. Hawks argued that the exposure was unnecessary. The criminal was dead, it didn't matter he couldn't hurt anyone again and it wasn't going to get her license back. All she effectively did was piss off the HPSC and now they were putting pressure on him to publicly denounce her, and stand by them. Y/n argued that his legacy as a great hero was undeserved and didn’t deserve to stand. That she refused to have her legacy tied to him forever. Hawks said she tied it there herself.

Yea. not his best moment. Thinking about it now still made his stomach turn. If he was honest with himself, he agreed with Y/n and was even proud of her for what she did. Her steadfast morals and extreme bravery is what made him fall for her to begin with. He was just upset with the position she put him in. Stuck between the person he loved and the organization that owned him. And wrongly took it out on her. He could still feel that horrible burning that set his chest ablaze as she stormed out the door. The instant regret he felt as he saw the tears spring to her eyes as the argument grew into a screaming match. It was the last time he saw her.

Until tonight that is. He knew she had gone full vigilante, the commission took it as their excuse to initiate the witch hunt. Hell, he could be marked as a traitor just for having her here. He returned to her side with apple juice instead of water. It felt more apt all things considered. Y/n looked at it and chuckled as she took it from his hand. “A piss cup, huh? You could just tell me to fuck off ya know.” Keigo rolled his eyes and chuckled, sitting on the other side of the bed. “Oh yea, for sure. Consider it payback for getting blood all over my bathroom.” “That was a gift, sir.” “What? The gift of having my bathroom look like a crime scene?” “Yep!” She smiled, taking a drink of the juice. “Just in time for Halloween! You're welcome.”

Keigo laughed. Her snark was almost as bright as she was. “Thank you.” he smiled softly at her. A silence settled over them. A loud silence. The elephant in the room demanded to be noticed. Finally, Keigo took an uncharacteristically shaky breath. “Y/n, i'm so-” “Keigo, yo-” “No, I do. Please let me finish. I was more than unfair to you. I was actually really awful. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I agree with you, I was just upset about the position I had been put in, and I completely missed the mark in communicating that. And I hurt you. And that's not fair to you at all, I..I’m so sorry.”

Y/n gently put her hand on his cheek and smiled at him, affection filling her eyes. “Thank you Keigo, I accept your apology.” she took her hand back and resettled into the bed. “Besides, I get it. You were pulled into a situation that wasn't really about you just because of your position in society. That..kinda happens a lot to you. It must really suck..” “It does.” he huffed, a half laugh to acknowledge the ridiculousness of it. “I noticed you never said anything after the uh…event.” Event? Yea Y/n, that was one way to put it. “Did those assholesd drop it?”

Keigo sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, they were pissed off at me when I refused to say anything. They put me on probation for a month and have been giving me hell since.” he shrugged. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Y/n asked, it would have saved him so much trouble. He shrugged again. “I mean, it’s not like we were publicly dating or anything. It didn’t involve me. And, well,” he sighed, “I just couldn't bring myself to publicly shit talk you. Not when you were right. And, more selfishly, I didn't want to, I donno, I guess taint what we had.” That made Y/n smile. “Yea. I liked what we had.”

“Y/n, I don’t want to lose you.” Keigo confessed, taking her hand gently. She looked at him, confused. “Hey man, I know tonight was a close call, but like, I’m not going to die or anything, anytime soon.” Y/n reassured him with a weak smile. He shook his head and looked her in her eyes. “That’s not what I met. Y/n, I can’t lose you again. I’m not used to needing people, or even wanting people around. But, these last few months without you have been hard, like, really hard. Harder than I ever could have expected. I miss you, everyday. I worry about you every second. Y/n, I need you.”

Y/n looked down, tears beginning to fill her eyes. “I miss you too Kei,” she confessed, “but, you know we cant be together again.” his heart shattered. “Why not? We were secret before, we can be a secret again.” Keigo argued. He didn't like the thought of her walking out of the door in the morning and never coming back in it. Or worse, only coming to him while on death's door. “Because Kei, you’re a hero. I’m not that anymore, I can never be that. I don't want to be that anymore. But, I'm not going to stop doing hero work, and that makes me a criminal. A highly wanted one at that.” Y/n reminded him, “me being here now puts you at risk, could you imagine the risk you’d be taking if we dated again?” She sighed. Everyone she once loved had a target on their back now. It was exhausting.

 Keigo shook his head, turning his body even more to face her. “It’s a risk I'm willing to take. You're worth the risk, Dove. I love you. Tonight was scary as Hell, the thought that we would have left off on that note is genuinely terrifying to me. I don't want to waste another day without you.” Y/n turned to him, but her eyes remained fixated on his scarlet sheets. “I mean, we wouldn't be leaving off on that note anymore-” “Y/n, come on.” Keigo sighed, “you know it’s not just that. It’s more than that. It's how empty this house feels without you, it’s the loneliness of waking up without you, it's the weight of knowing you’re out there, putting yourself in danger and having no one in your corner. I miss you Y/n, I miss us.” fuck, he was not about to cry right now. She looked up at him, both of them finally meeting tear filled eyes. “I understand the risk. I’m willing to take it.”

“Keigo,” Y/n took a deep breath. “I’m scared. I don't want you getting hurt because of me,” She confessed. Keigo gently placed his hand on her cheek, wiping one of her tears away with his thumb. “I’m a big boy.” he assured her, “I won’t get hurt. Let me be there for you Dove, please..” Y/n took a deep breath, and took a leap of faith. She leaned forward, ignoring the screaming in her side and kissed him. Keigos eyes got wide as he blushed, but quickly he melted into their kiss, eyes fluttering shut. It felt like it had been centuries since the last time he felt butterflies in his stomach, but here they were. Slowly, he reached his hand out to touch her side and pull her clos-

“OW ow ow!! Why?!” Y/n yelped, pulling back as Keigo realized what he had done. Keigo, you fucking birdbrain, SHE JUST GOT STITCHES.  “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!” “You monster!” “I forgot!” “How do you forget frankenstining someone back together, birdbrain?!” “That's a wonderful question! I wish I had an answer for you!” Y/ns groans of pain slowly melted into laughter as the pain subsided. She eased back into a relaxing position on the bed. “You’re such a birdbrain, you know that?” she chuckled, shaking her head. 

“Only for you.” Keigo chuckled, eyes full of love and affection. “You’re so hot, you melt my brain.” he smirked. Y/n rolled her eyes, but still chuckled and threw a pillow at him. “Featherhead.” she muttered. Keigo laughed and gave her the pillow back. “Hot head.” he shot back. “You know it.” Y/n winked. “So..this means we’re together again, right?” Keigo asked hopefully. Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, no. I’ve just made it a habit of kissing all the men I come across.” “So what you’re saying is, I should have gone looking for you sooner.” Keigo joked back. Y/n giggled and nodded. “Yea, you should have.” she looked into his eyes again and smiled. “Yes featherhead, we’re together again. If I'm honest, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped being yours.” “I know I never stopped being yours.” he whispered, gently taking her into his arms. They stayed up a little longer, catching up on the drama of the last few months, making plans for the future. Keigo just couldn't believe she was in his arms again. He thought this moment was only possible in his dreams. But, here she was, slowly falling asleep in his arms. He covered them in a blanket, gently adjusting her to a more comfortable position. He couldn't sleep though. If this was a dream he didn't want to wake up. “I’m so glad you’re home.” He whispered to his ex-girlfriend's sleeping form. Finally, he turned off the light.

[modx-reborn]

Always on Call Pt.1

The first part of my SW fic, there will be multipul chapters with different characters each time.

Just a note, if depections of Sex work or Sex work themes are uncomfy for you please stear clear, also this is written with insite from my personal interactions and professional backround in Sex work.

Up first is our warden and his first time behind these club doors!

Light Smut ahead. Minors DNI

It started back under Schlatt’s rule, the club started as a quick way for people to make more money now that taxes were being imposed on people, based simply on how well you behaved, and yet even now that the horrid ram hybrid was long gone the club still stands.

Hidden away from the new government’s eyes, a door tucked away only used by the regulars that still want what is offered or someone who managed to stumble upon it and becomes enamoured with the secret life that they can live inside these walls.

Customers come and go some nights not finding what they are looking for and other nights it’s back to back bookings, different faces and different needs all blending together into one another. Yet here you are again, walking through those doors once more, the kind woman behind the desk clears you through the worker’s door and into the back room, with a quick note that someone is waiting to meet you.

Chatter and laughter mix all around, floor workers telling tales about that last client or some of the older faces sit close talking about old regulars.

You may not have been around as long as the girl who whispers to whoever will listen about the man who used to come in, smelling of ash and gunpowder, but most of the good clients know your face but tonight was something different, a new person had asked for you.

New clients were rare, and ones asking after you more so as your shifts are more scattered, something like a special treat than a regular who has set days.

But tonight was simple an intro and then if all goes well, a booking no longer than 45mins for a first encounter, and maybe even a new face to add to the regulars that come for you.  Getting ready is simple, a black bodysuit under a too-short skirt, something that is easy to get in and out of but still nice enough to draw the eye.

Tucked away behind a set of dark curtains sits the new client, the club’s soul fire lanterns cast interesting shadows against green skin and gold adornments, seeing a hybrid in a crown is more common than you would think but the equally as gold rebreather that frame sharp green eyes is new.

“So I finally have a face to the name dream has spoken about, I’m Sam, please sit,”

The intro is pleasant enough, all his questions are clear and concise ‘What services do you provide?’, 'What is extra?’, 'Is there any things that you offer that is not available today?’, and the drawl as he speaks definitely makes the experience even better.  

Leading him to the desk after is easy and getting him into the room even easier, leaving him to shower, as once you were back in the room it was playtime.

You took a breath, your goal here was to make him feel good like he expected, getting to enjoy the dips and defined muscles that are now on display is a benefit on top of it all. Getting him to lay down was easy and all his questions made this easy.

All I had to do was show him the worship he asked for.

You rubbed his thighs, admiring the muscle and internally wondering what he must do to be so well built but needy enough to come to the club. Leaning up, you rest one hand above his shoulder while the other rests beside his torso. From there you leaned down, pressing kisses to his skin starting at his jaw and slowly moving downwards.

Each patch of deeper green freckles gets an extra pass, additional affection to what may be considered an othering feature.

Pressing closer another gold adornment is now clear to see, two small gold nipple piercings, quite the contrast to the light green of his chest. “An interesting choice for piercings Sam,” your tone teasing as gentle tweaks draw a quiet noise from him but nothing else.

It isn’t until your hands touch his thighs that he jumps, a small moan following right after. You wonder when he’d moved his hands, bunching the drop sheet instead of laying at his sides. You make to pull away, questions ready but he only raises his hips slightly “Keep going, please.”

He bucked his hips up into your touch when your hand brushed too close to his hips, his back arching “Don’t tease- mmph.” He bit his lip before he could say anymore, trying to hold back. His dick was painfully hard, twitching against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. You moved one of your hands to wrap around it, leaving the other to rest on his thigh.

Back arching, pushing himself further into your hand as he threw his head back “Oh fuck,” His hands tightly gripping the sheets after only having wrapped your hand around him had your thighs pressing together, stomach tightening as you moved your hand to the tip before dragging it down, his precum acting as a lubricant when you began to move your hand up and down.

He was panting now, flushed down to his neck as he still continued to grasp the sheets. His hips began to move faster than the pace you set, essentially fucking your hand as he moaned praises.

“S-so fucking good. Go-god, please don’t stop,”

Your own breathing was harsh and you’d say you were getting just as much pleasure out this as he was. He looked so good like this, it was a borderline power trip to see such a well build man crumble like this. Under all that gold and muscle was someone so needy.

But the thoughts of keeping him on edge whining out what he wants, in that drawl of his, endlessly begging as you edge him over and over again would have to be pushed aside, for now, this was about him.

You increased your pace, clenching your thighs to try and provide yourself with some relief in the meantime as he began to lose himself, one of his hands tightly gripping the sheet below him and the other grasping your shoulder as if you would pull away and leave him like that, restraint slowly lost as he began to fuck your hand harder, increasing the pace to match his thrusts as he finally let out a deep almost hissing gasp.

“Ahn, yes, yes yes, oh fuck!”  

His pace became erratic, a few more thrusts before his back arched off the bed. His legs trembled as he came with a drawn-out moan. You stroked him through it, slowing down with the aftershocks as it dripped over your hand, some even landing on his stomach as he rolled his hips into your hand a few more times before he sank bank into the mattress, a sigh leaving him as he relaxed.

“T-tell me if this is overstepping. But are you always on call? Cause if so, I will definitely be back,”

[emerald-echeveria-plant]

[[Part 6 of ???]]

Conversation in the cave

//The group came across two paths. One led into a dark, creepy cave with monsterous sounds echoing. While the other led to a sunny, field of flowers. Baozhai walks towards the entrance of the cave.//

Islay: Baozhai, why are you going that way?

Baozhai: This was is a short cut, we'll get there waaaaay faster if we go through here!

Billy: um, you sure about this..?

Baozhai: of course I am! If we took the other path, we'd get there slower duh! Sure it looks more safe but it ain't worth it! *Walks into the cave*

Billy, looks over to Islay: she's not serious is she..?

Islay: She knows where the treasure is so we gotta follow her. *follows Baozhai into the cave*

//Billy and Flint looked at each other, exchanging worried looks. They has a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Regardless, they followed them in. Islay pulled out a match a lit it. She saw a few large sticks on the ground and picked them up. She lit them and handed them out for each person.//

Islay: Be careful where you step. You might end up trigging a trap or fall through something.

//The group walked together through the cave. They made sure to stick close together. No one could risk getting lost in here.

Baozhai stayed close to Flint. A bit giddy she was close to her love interest.//

Baozhai: sooo, Flinty, you got some special in your life?? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend??

Flint: No.

Baozhai: Oh, that's great! Wait, I mean- oh nooooooo...

Flint, rolls his eyes: why do you care?

Baozhai: oh no reason, just trying to get to know each other.

Flint: why you you want to get to know me?

Baozhai: Because IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII... Think I'd be good to pass the time!

Flint: Okay..

Baozhai: So tell me, what type of things are you into?

Flint: um-

Baozhai, cutting him off: You like thrilling adventures? Swords? Rum? Treasure? Glory???

Flint: yeah, I like all those things-

Baozhai, cutting him off again: -killing rich people? Blowing up banks they own?? TORTURING THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR SPOUSES???

Flint: ಠ_ಠ

Flint: no...

Baozhai, nervously laughs: haha, I took it too far didn't I..?

Flint: Yeah, you did.

Baozhai: Sorry, it's just, I really don't like the nobility or monarchy. I get a "little" carried away when thinking about them.

Flint: They're not too pleasant.

Baozhai: haha, yeah, definitely! The total WORST! The only good thing about them is their riches and valuables. Makes me so happy seeing them miserable when I steal their things!

Flint, uncomfortable: uh huh..

Baozhai: but enough about my hatred of the one percent, tell me about yourself.

Flint: Well, I'm a bit new to this whole pirating thing.

Baozhai: oh really?? No way, me too! Please tell me more.. 💕

Flint: I and my friend Bones were kidnapped by Haggis. We were forced to join his crew and became his cabin boys. Captain works us till we drop. I think the only thing I enjoyed about being apart of his crew is the access to treasure and rum.

Baozhai: Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you.. I mean at least it's not all bad for you. Treasure and rum is great!

Flint: Well, I only get a small cut of the treasure. Haggis says I haven't proven myself to get more of it.

Baozhai: What an asshole! He shouldn't do that. You should take all the treasure because.. because.. you're a amazing! And do as much work as everyone in your crew! Dang it I should've said that first...

Flint, sighs: He won't listen to me but I have to deal with that. Everyday.

Baozhai: you've never thought about escaping..?

Flint: Nah, I'm pretty sure the captain would just track me down and beat me to a pulp.

Baozhai: Well, if he ever does, I'll teach him a lesson or two with my dagger!

Flint: heh, you can try but you're the size of a mouse in comparison to him.

Baozhai: oh please I still can take him on! You know what they say, size doesn't matter.

Flint: I don't think that applies to that situation.

Baozhai: it can work in any situation. If a mouse can scare an elephant than so can I! He won't even see it coming! I'll be all like "what's up Haggis I'm gonna kick your butt!" And then he'll be all like "please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!" And then I'll say "oh I'll let you walk free IF you stop treating Flint awful!"

//Flint chuckled softly finding her tangent very amusing.//

Flint: You're a brave little thing aren't you? Not even afraid of what'll happen to you?

Baozhai: Nope! He may have messed up my nose but he's gonna regret that! I'm about to unleash a world of pain on him!

Flint: I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'll get really hurt, Haggis is more capable of causing damage to more than just your face.

Baozhai: It's fine, I'll be fine! You don't need to worry for me. Aw you're such a cutie for caring 💕

Flint: I'm just making sure you won't do anything you'll regret..

Baozhai: I swear I won't regret it. Besides someone needs to stand up to that jerk.

Flint: I've already tried that. It ain't as easy as it looks.

Baozhai, sympathetically: Hey, I won't do it if you're that concerned. Besides we can always talk how horrible he is behind his back. If that makes you feel any better.

Flint: I'm not sure if I should.

Baozhai: No, no, no. You sir need to get out all that pent up rage you have with your boss! Here I'll say something awful about bonnet and then you say something awful about Haggis!

Flint: I-

Baozhai, cutting him off: Okay it's agreed! Now where should I start... *Snaps fingers* Oh yeah. Bonnet is a weak man that's too much of an idiot to be captain! Whew, been meaning to get that one outta me... Now you try :)

Flint: Um. Let's see, Haggis is a jerk.

Baozhai, groans: Come on, I know you can do better than that!

Flint: That's all I have.

Baozhai: Seriously? Coming from the man who gets treated awfully by him everyday of his life? I know there's something you want to say, you just won't let it out.

Flint:

Flint: He's an asshole that I want to throw overboard...

Baozhai: What was that? I couldn't hear you.

Flint: I said he's an asshole that I want to throw overboard.

Baozhai: What??? I still can't hear you! Why are you talking so low? Afraid that he'll hear you??

Flint, getting pissed off at this point: FOR FUCK SAKE I SAID THAT HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE THAT I WANT TO THROW OVERBOARD! THERE! DID YOU HEAR THAT??

Baozhai: Yes. Now, did that make you feel better? Getting all that anger out..?

Flint:

Flint: it kinda did...

Baozhai: You don't have to feel ashamed. It's a good thing to get it all out! Bubbling up anger isn't healthy.. ain't that right Islay?

Islay: Go fuck yourself.

Baozhai: Seeee?

Flint: ... You're a strange person you know that.

Baozhai: I'm strange in the way I try to help people :)

Flint: heh, I guess so.. hey, I haven't asked you, how did you join pirating?

Baozhai: Huh? Oh, I joined after leaving my home for becoming a wanted fugitive. I thought to myself that joining a pirate crew was the best thing. I mean I was already a criminal so why not embrace it? Haha!

Flint: How did you become a fugitive?

//Baozhai got flashbacks of a burning house, hearing sirens, and the screams of bloody murder. She couldn't make out the images because they were so blurry. Baozhai couldn't help but smile at the flashbacks. She found it almost nostalgic. It was a moment in her life that caused a massive change. In her path and in her mind. Flint noticed this her expression. He felt a bit alarmed seeing her smile so randomly. All he did was ask a question.//

Baozhai: Well, let's just say, I shouldn't have my back turned near high places. 🙂

Flint, creeped out: Okay..

Baozhai: Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm a little cuckoo in the head but don't worry, I won't hurt you, promise.

Flint, scoots a little bit away from Baozhai: Sure, I can trust you on that.

Baozhai: You definitely can! I'll have your back if anyone tries to mess with you!

Flint: Nice to know I have a possible crazy woman to protect me.

Baozhai: I know right?? Isn't that such a good deal? No one will try to mess with you then!

Flint: I can't guarantee that but you can try to.

Baozhai: haha, I love you..

Flint: what-

Baozhai: I said I shove you.. In a playful way! See? *Playfully shoves Flint*

//Flint bumps into a wall. A button was trigged causing multiple torches to light up. It revealed a mural before them. Islay took a closer look at the murals. They showed depections of outsiders with armies attacking and killing the villagers.//

Islay: Looks like the paititi people didn't just disappear.

Baozhai: so you're saying they were attacked?

Islay: Pillaged seems more like it. Just like how most civilizations of today were born.

Bones: You think there's any treasure left?

Islay: By the looks of it, looks like they managed to hide most of it to where we're heading. It's a good thing too or our adventure here would've been a waste of time.

Flint: We should keep moving. I think I see the exit up ahead.

Baozhai: Lead the way Flinty!

Flint: don't call me Flinty.

Baozhai: oh okay. Flinty..

//The squad walked together, exiting the cave.//

Flint: Huh, to be honest I kinda expected to get attacked by a monster or something.

Baozhai: I know right? I really wanted to beat up a big scary monster..! *Pouts*

Flint: Maybe next time Baozhai.

Baozhai: I mean dang I choose that one on purpose to fight something but guess I choose wrong.

Flint: Yeah well- wait you CHOOSE THAT ONE ON PURPOSE?? I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A SHORTCUT?!?

Baozhai: Something you should know about me is that I'm a liar.

Flint, pins her up against a tree: YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN US KILLED!

Baozhai: HEY HEY! I mean at least we didn't die right???

Bones: she does have a point.

Flint, slowly unpins himself: I've got my eye on you from now on..

Baozhai: okay, okay, you don't have to worry from now on... But having your eye on me won't be so bad..~

Flint, rolls his eyes: whatever..

Bones: if that one was safe then wouldn't the other one be..?

Islay: Dangerous? Possible but I don't wanna find out. *Puts out her torch*

Bones, shrugs: I guess you're right. No point in doing so now. *Puts out his own torch*

Baozhai: Alright then ladies, enough chit chat. Treasure awaits us!

//Baozhai ran forward through some bushes. The others quickly tailed behind her, not wanting to lose the only person who knows where the treasure is. As soon as they ran away, from the different path emerged Sao, Haggis, and Erik. They looked pretty distressed after having witnessing something terrible.//

Sao: Why would you think that was a good way to go??

Erik: I DON'T KNOW! It looked safer???!

Sao, grabs him by his collar: We almost got killed! Those creatures were going to mual us to death!!

Erik: Oh please next time you chose where we go! Let's see how well that works out for you!

//Suddenly a dagger was thrown in between the two. It caused them to separate. Haggis had another dagger in hand, in case one wasn't enough to quick the twos fighting.//

Captain Haggis: Would you two shut up!? We don't have time to argue! We have to keep moving..

Erik & Sao: Yes captain!

Captain Haggis, pulls out the map from an inner pocket of his coat: we move north. Don't make yourselves noticable.. I have feeling one of Bonnet's leeches are around here.. closer than we know it.

Erik: you think that echo that called you an asshole and wanted to throw you overboard was one of them?

Captain Haggis, punches him in the face: DON'T SAY THAT AGAIN!

Erik, falls over: I'm sorry captain! I was just.. retelling what they said..!

Captain Haggis: Doesn't matter, you don't disrespect me regardless.. Let's go. *Walks forward*

Sao: get up off the ground you Sissy.

Erik: I can't.. I'm.. too weak to go on... Carry me?

Sao: no.

Erik: okay fine.. at least kiss it to make it all better??

Sao: I'm gonna kick you where the sun don't shine if you don't get up.

Erik, quickly getting up: ALRIGHT THEN! Let's not leave the captain behind now..

//Sao rolls her eyes at him and shaked her head. The two quickly followed behind their captain.//

Erik: you sure know how to swing a right hook captain..

Captain Haggis: I know. Not even Bonnet, who's twice my size couldn't even beat me. If I see him again, I'll make sure he won't even get out alive.

To be continued..

((Islay and Baozhai belong to me

Haggis, Sao, and Erik belong to @chaossmith2))

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2019 Wet

Misty talks Ash into a little skinny dipping, which leads to something else.

written for @smutember requested by anonymous.

This is an adukt story for adulkts only. All characters depected are over 18. NSFW under the cut

It was a warm spring afternoon. Ash and Misty were wandering through the woods. It had been awhile since the two trainers have had their journey together. It really brought a sense of nostalgia. Pikachu was back with Ash’s mother, leaving the two alone. “Look Ash, a creek.” The two had stumbled across the small bit of water. Misty walked toward the body of water. Taking off her socks and shoes, she took a step into the water.

“Misty, what are you doing?”

“Checking the water. It’s nice and cool.” She walked a little farther. She stopped when the water got knee deep. She could see that the water got deeper farther out. Perfect. She pulled off her top.

“Misty!” Ash shouted.

“What? I’m Swimming!” She tossed her tank top to the shore and then unbuttoned her jeans shorts. “Why don’t you join me?”

“But you’re naked?”

Rolling her eyes, Misty said “What, are you 12?”

She fell back, letting the cool water surround her naked body. Misty loved swimming out in nature. The creek water felt so much better than the chemical water at swimming pools. The wind blew through her hair, and off in the distance she could hear the cries of Poliwags and Magikarps.  

Flat on her stomach, she pushed herself down the creek. She knew that her ass was peeking out of the surface, and she knew that Ash was staring.

“Like what you see, Ketchum?”

The look on his face was priceless. “Bah, what no, I…”

The water was perfectly clear, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ash was doing his best not to stare at her naked body.

“Oh, so you don’t think I have a cute butt?” Misty demanded in her huffiest voice.

“No, your butt is amazing!”

“Than you have been checking my ass out.”

Ash made a series of choking noises. “I...I...I, TELL ME WHAT TO SAY!”

Laughing she sent a splash of water at him. “I’m just teasing you, geez. Don’t need to be such a big baby.” The waters edges cut across her nipples. “You know you could join me, Ash.” She teased him in a sing songy voice.

Ash mumbled something about being okay.

Misty laughed. “Oh my Arceus, you are 12.”

At her teasing, Ash’s look grew frustrated and he began to strip. Years of adventuring had left Ash with quite the physique. As he took off his pants, Misty was pleased all her naked frolicking around had left him erect. He gingerly got in the creek.

Misty greeted him with a splash. He splash her in kind. Next thing they knew Ash was chasing Misty around, with them splashing each other. Ash grabbed Misty from behind and lifted her up.

Giggling, Misty shouted “Ash no.” As he grabbed her, Misty felt his erection pressing against her ass cheek. Ash dunked her back into the water. Under the water, Misty flipped to face her opponent. Resurfacing, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was still erect, his penis head resting against her red pubic hair. She noticed that his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Her chest was no means big, in fact many people would consider her flat, but Misty thought her chest complimented her lyth swimmers body.  

Ash looked up to meet her in the eyes. The two leaned in for the kiss.  She pushed him to a nearby rock wall. His back resting against it, her legs spread open, allowing his cock to enter her. Her hips rolled, feeling his dick inside her. She felt him moaning into her mouth as the made love.

“Ah, Ash.”

“Nee, Misty, oh.”

His arms wrapped around her as she rode him.

“Misty, I’m about to cum.”

“Than do it. Cum in me. Fucking cum in me.”

He obeyed, filling her wanting pussy with his jizz. The surrounding water grew milky.

Ash let out a loud sigh. “Fuck.”