#or someone needs to remove themselves from his ass and tell him to stop

[daffi-990]

Tim doesn’t think things through.

He just has an idea and throws it into the show without planning anything out.

And the show is suffering because of it.

[rinrinx2]

Their ideal type in the bedroom

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho

Warning: Smut, mature content.

Ran

His type is the clueless innocent type.

He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.

Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.

Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.

Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.

“Don’t hide yourself princess”

When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.

Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.

When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.

And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.

“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.

“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”

Rindou

His type is the confident type.

He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.

His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.

“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.

He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.

But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.

He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.

When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.

“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.

Sanzu

His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.

His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.

He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.

And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.

The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.

“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.

And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.

He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.

“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”

Kakucho

His type is someone who completely submits themselves.

His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.

He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.

His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.

“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.

Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.

Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.

“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”

Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.

“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.

“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.

And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.

“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.

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[cultofdixon]

Only you understand

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • There’s only one person on Daryl’s good side and it’s not even his brother. So when certain decisions led to leaving Merle chained to a roof, you were the one to talk to the youngest Dixon • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Unprotected Sex / Groping / Grinding • TW: Canon Violence

Requested by: Anon

She’s heard it all

Y/N I could use a favor?

Got a second Y/N?

Mind talking to them, Y/N?

Sweetheart, can I pick your ear about something?

It all falls around the same thing. Asking the Dixon Brothers for anything…mainly for help acquiring food within the woods that the sickos haven’t taken for themselves. But they did everything she asked. Some thought it was because Merle would do anything and everything for her attention even if she doesn’t give him an ounce of anything.

But it’s really Daryl. Y/N is the only one that the youngest Dixon brother tolerates and some, more like Glenn alone, believes the Dixon likes her personally.

“Y/N…we need yea for something” Dale didn’t mean to disturb the girl when she was in the middle of another batch of squirrels she was skinning to prepare for the stew.

“Dale. This must be serious” Y/N half jokes as she wipes her knife off with her rag. “You’re usually not the one to ask me for help”

“Right well, you know the drill” Dale frowns removing his bucket hat and squeezing it out of nervous habit. “This isn’t gonna go well”

“If it’s anything like Daryl and Shane fighting over a little dispute about hunting grounds, I think I can handle—-“

“Lori’s husband came back with the Atlanta group, but they left Merle behind hand cuffed to roof” Dale stated without hesitating or letting Y/N process as she drops everything to go check on Lori for another personal matter that almost everybody knows about before thinking of the words to tell Daryl when he returns from his hunting trip.

When Y/N made herself known to the man that left the eldest Dixon behind as she felt a sense of warmth with the family reunion. But she knew that was going to be cut extremely short if Daryl gets his hands on him.

“You’re the Rick guy?”

“You must be Y/N, the resident Dixon whi—-“

“If you call me that stupid fucking shit that Shane came up with, I will hit you in front of your son” Y/N frowns watching Rick zip his lips to let her get to it. “What’s your plan here?”

“I don’t think I get what you mean” Rick laughs slightly only to immediately stop when it wasn’t getting anywhere with Y/N. “Are you talking about getting Merle back? I think we can do a bit of justice without the racist son of a bitch”

“Oh believe me, I agree wholeheartedly with that. But he’s not your family. I think you can agree that if it were you that got left behind, that you would want someone to come and find you” Y/N watches his expression fall making her cross her arms and stand her ground. “Right. You understand that completely and no one came to bring you back”

“Now that’s uncalled for, Y/N” Shane interrupts only for Y/N to take her leave on that note, picking up her axe from beside the put out fire pit.

“Sit with it, Shane. Call me when you have a plan, I have to try and keep his ass from being killed by the man who’s brother you left on that roof” as Y/N leaves the group to follow a familiar hunting ground to find the archer, Rick was left thinking about what she said.

No one came back for him.

The next day came around and the woods were quiet until they weren’t…

“Stupid fucking shit” Daryl curses under his breath over another deer being eaten by another walker.

As he knelt down to get a look at the damage to see if he could take any of the meat back, he heard a shift in the woods. The archer quickly rose to his feet aiming his crossbow and when the figure didn’t make themselves known, he fired.

Daryl instantly tensed when Y/N made herself known with an annoyed expression at him and the arrow in the tree beside her head.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I should be askin’ yea the same thing!” Daryl scoffs taking the arrow from her hand once she pulled it out. “I could’ve killed yea”

“Yeah well you’d do me a favor” The one thing he hated about her was her joking about death. “You gotta head back”

“Yeah?” Daryl scoffs putting his arrow away. “Ran out of food?”

“No, I’ve given them my squirrels to make a stew out of. But this is more of a matter regarding your idiotic brother”

Why did you give them the food I caught for—-“Wait. Merle? Is he back?”

“Daryl no he—-“ Daryl brushes past Y/N causing her to quickly deflate and follow him back to the campsite.

“Swear, yea think I don’t know they get yeah to talk to me about my idiot brother”

“I mean would you rather have Shane talk to you about Merle? Now Daryl come on. I gotta tell yea—-“ Y/N stops herself when he rose his hand indicating he heard something.

Daryl gave her a quick sign that it was another deer and then Y/N decided to take a second to put the Merle conversation on the back burner.

“They never make it this far up the mountain” Dale frowns staring at the walker that Jim had finished off once the group addressed the children’s screaming.

“They are running out of food in the city” Jim states stepping away from the carcass and the undead beside it.

Before any of them thought of walking back, that’s when the bushes started to rustle some more. Shane instantly readied his shotgun aiming toward the sound until he lowered it along with the others doing the same with their weapons of choice when their resident hunter popped out with the “Dixon whisperer” following behind him.

“Son of a bitch” Daryl scoffs bringing himself over to the deer. “That’s my deer��look at it. All gnawed on by this—“ he quickly kicked the walker out of anger. “Filthy, disease-bearing, motherless proxy bastard!”

“Daryl, come on” Y/N elbowed him when she brought herself close, giving Rick a certain look to watch his words.

“Think we can—-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Dar. It’s not safe” She pushes him carefully away from the tainted meat as Shane couldn’t agree more but when his voice spoke up, both gave him an annoyed look.

Then it was time.

“Merle!” Daryl calls out brushing passed everyone as both Shane and Rick gave Y/N a confused look.

“What?! You think I can instantly get through to the guy? It’s a conversation not a “oh by the way” type shit like you pigs are used to” Y/N scoffs shoving Shane to catch up to Daryl.

“MERLE! GET YOUR UGLY ASS OUT HERE” Daryl shouts once more, surprised slightly that his idiot brother didn’t instantly come. “I got us some squirrel! Gotta help Y/N skin’em for the stew!”

“Daryl, hold up. I need to talk to you” Shane caught up pushing Y/N aside as that lead her to give Lori a glare on the matter given she knows her hatred for the man. Not that she fully expresses it given what she’s walked on in the woods.

Daryl slowed his movement turning around to the pig watching him hesitate before getting to it.

“There’s been an incident in Atlanta…about Merle”

The tension grew in the space making the archer give his only close friend there a blank expression that she wasn’t giving him any answer from hers.

“He dead?”

“We’re not sure” And that caused the emotions to rise.

“He either is or he ain’t!” Daryl rose his voice watching the unfamiliar man bring himself over.

“No easy way to say this so I’ll just say it—-“

“Who are you?”

“Rick Grimes—-“

“Rick Grimes” Daryl mocks watching Y/N get closer to the situation. “You’ve got something you want to tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all” Okay… “So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He’s still there” Rick states watching Daryl’s rage grow on his face as he takes a step back scoffing slightly with a hint of a chuckle.

“Hold on, let me process this—-“ Daryl laughs with the venom in his tone of voice. “You saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and YOU LEFT HIM THERE?!”

The silent “yeah” that came out of Rick made Y/N wince ahead of time for what was about to happen next. Even if Daryl didn’t land a punch on either ex-cops. It wasn’t until Shane started to get Daryl into a chokehold that she brought herself over clawing at him to let go.

“Nah he’s gotta calm down before I—-“ And without another thought, Y/N punched Shane square in the jaw to let go of Daryl. She quickly caught his knife under her foot to swipe it away from him trying to get a shot on the new comer. “You crazy son of a bitch!” He barked at her as Y/N quickly stood in front of Daryl blocking him from either of the two.

“Chokeholds illegal asshole” Y/N barked back getting up in his face to have him stand back and away from Dixon. “Seriously. You fucking morons”

“You clearly didn’t prepare—-“

“Oh and you fucking did?” Y/N scoffs at Rick bringing herself to Daryl. “You need to let me fucking tell you next time so this wouldn’t happen. Can’t have them being fucking entitled dicks to the only motherfucker that understands me! Jesus.”

The tension only grew within the group as Daryl couldn’t calm the pounding in his chest when she said such.

“He listens. Rick’s gonna go and get him” Lori was quick to add crossing her arms as she wasn’t exactly happy about the situation. “He’ll listen to about anybody but his wife.”

Daryl waited for the group to disperse before bringing himself over to Y/N, taking her by the arm and dragging her slightly to his tent.

“You’re hurting me—-“ Y/N frowns as Daryl lets go quickly giving her a stern look before taking her hand into his to check the bruising from punching Shane. “It’s nothing.”

“Okay—-Sure” Daryl scoffs. “Yea ain’t coming”

“Seriously? How the fuck—-“

“YOU JUST AINT” He snaps a bit too close to her face resulting in a flinch coming from her as Y/N puffed up. “I don’t trust that Grimes guy and I ain’t letting yea near him after the fucking stunt he pulled with Merle”

“I can handle myself, Daryl.”

“Yeah. No shit. But you don’t have’ta” Daryl frowns feeling her presence grow closer to his person as he towered her slightly. “You didn’t have to stand up for me”

“Little too late for that. I just…wanted yea to know what happened from someone who gives a damn.” Y/N took a step back keeping her attention on him as the look in his expression seemed to want more and that drew the pounding in her chest to get louder. “Well find Merle, and whether you like it or not. I’m coming with”

I can’t lose you. Daryl frowns followed by a nod deciding not to argue further with the woman.

But nothing went their way since returning back to Atlanta, even when returning back to the quarry empty handed…

After taking out the herd that swept through the quarry camp, Daryl didn’t hesitate to shove T-Dog out of the way of getting to Y/N. She strayed from the group when returning to take out a few walkers by Carol and her daughter, he didn’t see her until the dust settled and wasn’t about to lose his mind all over again.

“You bit?!”

“No! Are you?” Y/N went to check his person as Daryl tugged her aside from everyone else back to their secluded corner. “Daryl please just answer—-“ she was instantly cut off by his lips smashing into hers, making her drop her axe to bring her hands onto either side of his face. In her mind the timing could’ve been better but neither of them was going to interrupt the moment. “Dar—-“ she breathed when their lips parted a moment.

“Ain’t bit.” He quickly responds with while returning his lips to hers as he drops his crossbow to his side bringing his hands to her hips gripping them.

Y/N tugged back a bit receiving a concerned look from Daryl until she brought her hands to his belt and he got the idea. He helped her get the belt off that led her to work at the buttons while he slipped her shirt off quickly bringing his hands back to her hips tugging her jeans down steadying her to finish removing them. Daryl brought his lips to hers once more before moving to her cheek down to her neck and then her collarbone working his way down while helping her descend along with him.

“Can’t—-“ He exhaled suddenly making Y/N stop her actions until he pressed his forehead against hers. “Can’t lose yea” he sighs feeling her arms snake around his neck while he positioned himself in between her legs towering her on the dirt.

“I’m right here, Dixon” She returned her lips quickly to his as he feverishly kissed her while bringing his hands below the belt to remove her panties along with pushing his pants and boxers further for his cock to spring out.

While Y/N found purchase on the back of his shirt, Daryl started to push his length in inch by inch listening to her gasps as she dug her nails into the fabric bringing her legs around his lower back. He didn’t move right away and waited for her to adjust once he was fully sheathed.

“Y/N—-“

“Please” Her voice shook with anticipation wanting him to move but there was more to it as she brushes her face against his feeling his lips graze her features. “Please tell me it ain’t just me”

“It ain’t just you, sunshine” He exhales, starting to move thrusting inside of her warmth listening to her quiet sounds wishing he could drive them out but didn’t want anyone to interrupt them.

As he picked up the pace, Daryl felt her tighten around him drawing a low growl to escape his lips feeling her bring themselves to his shoulder and bite down when she felt the cord begin to snap.

“Let go for me, sunshine” Daryl begged bringing his lips back onto hers listening to her hum while bucking her hips against his as he moans into her mouth at the feeling of her unraveling. “Fuck—“ he pulls out quickly before he could climax inside of her.

The archer carefully lays on top of her feeling her death grip on his shirt weaken and flatten her hands against his torso. Slowly bringing one of her hands to run through his hair as they both panted softly remaining in the other’s embrace.

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“I can’t lose yea” Daryl frowns feeling her tighten around him for reassurance.

“You’re stuck with me, Daryl” She laughs softly feeling him shift to rise above her to look at her as she couldn’t help the littlest head tilt wondering more of what’s going on in that mind of his. “What is it?”

“Guess this uh…explains a lot of what I’ve been feelin’ lately” He laughs slightly with her joining.

“Truly, and uhm. I hope this…isn’t the only time and—“

“You’re mine, sunshine. We’re something”

“We’re something” Y/N smiles catching a glimpse of his smile before he started to clean themselves up.

It took them long enough.

[alexthebordercollie]

Ford's autism

K so I don't think I need to defend the interpretation Ford is on the spectrum. People make jokes about him being autistic all the time. We all see it. What I want to do here is sort of connect together some character details and examine them through the lense of my own autistic experiences.

I wanna start with his hands. It's an observation I've seen from multiple people that Ford is insecure about his hands and often hides them behind his back or in his pockets. And yeah, he is obviously insecure about them. He even mentions his six fingers at times when they aren't really relevant to anything. It just showcases the space this physical deviation of his takes up in his mind. And yes, it makes sense that he's insecure about them because he was bullied for them growing up. I want to add to this observation.

Ford would have been bullied regardless.

The problem was never really his hands. When you're on the spectrum people around you can tell that you're weird. Uncanny. Something is different and feels wrong about you to NT people, especially kids. They will pick any shallow superficial thing they can find as an excuse to bully you and justify the sense of revulsion they feel around you but can't articulate. If Ford had been born with normal hands they just would have made fun of him for something else, it would have been his glasses, or the movies he liked, or hell maybe some good old-fashioned antisemitism. Literally, any excuse they could find.

I know growing up I tried for years to change the things about me that I was made fun of for and it never made things any better. The bullying never stopped. "Fixing" things about myself didn't work because the thing that was actually "broken" was something fundamental to who I am. That realization as a kid was soul-crushing. That there was nothing I could do that would ever make me "normal", that would ever make people like me. I felt like an alien born on the wrong planet.

Ford continues to latch onto his hands as a sore spot because they're something simple and obvious he can point to as an excuse for why he's so outcast. He probably knows by this point that the hands aren't actually the problem. I'd argue this journal entry and his comment about "another failed social interaction" shows that he's aware his hands aren't actually the problem. But, it is a lot easier to fixate on those than to dwell directly on that sinking feeling that at the core of you're being you are fundamentally weird, wrong, unlovable. Ford's a genius. If his polydactyly bothered him that much he could have removed the extra digits. The hands aren't the problem, they're a symbol of a more fundamental kind of pain.

Looking at it through this context also makes the gloves Fiddleford gives him an extra sweet gift given what they represent. A kind of wholehearted acceptance of who Ford is and even a willingness to adapt to his unique needs just to show him love and affection. I think something that hurts me so much about their relationship is that Ford had someone who very clearly loved him as is and would have never wanted him to be someone or something else, and Ford was too stubborn to fully appreciate that.

The same is true of Stanely by the by. He never had a problem with his brother being weird. Another relationship with someone who loved Ford as is but who Ford took for granted. He needs these kinds of relationships in his life. People who embrace and accept him for the weirdo he is. He needs them desperately, which gets me to my next point.

Ford's ego. So it's also a common observation that Ford has a massive ego. He's kind of an ass, to put it mildly. But I have had someone in conversation frame it like the pressure to prove themselves was just on Stanley and Ford just spent his whole life being hyped up and told he was hot shit. This isn't true, or at least it's a flattening of his experiences.

Ford was praised for his genius. This is true. But his own father only gave a shit when said genius showed signs of netting material gains for the family. It only mattered cause Ford could be useful. Furthermore, this genius never netted him social acceptance from his peers growing up. He was still a bullied, weirdo, loser most of his childhood. Add that seeing Stanley kicked out would have drilled into Ford's head that if he couldn't make something out of himself his family wouldn't want him either. Stan was an unspoken threat of what this family does to failures.

Gonna bring up my own personal experiences again. Having set the stage for how it feels growing up on the spectrum. That feeling of alienness that you can't really explain. I loved to write and draw from a very young age. Moreover, as I got older I realized that when I drew, people were nice to me. The only time I got social acceptance was when people were admiring or praising me for my art. So I did it more and more, I devoted myself feverishly to my art. I loved it anyway and would have hyper-fixated on it regardless but the positive reinforcement turned art from something I loved to a need. I NEEDED to be an artist. I needed to be the best at my school. I needed all eyes on my work because it was the only way I could make friends. The only way I could prove that I had value. That I deserved a place in society.

I see that in Ford. I see his ego not as shallow narcissism but as an overwhelming need to prove his value as a person. To be loved and accepted and believing that no one will want him if he isn't brilliant. If he doesn't change the world. If he isn't useful. This is also why he couldn't bring himself to destroy his research even knowing it was the safest and most responsible option. Burning down everything he worked for would mean finally giving up on the fantasy of ever being accepted or valuable.

The sad thing is he's so single-mindedly fixated on this personal goal of proving his worth to the world that when people do come along that love him unconditionally he takes them for granted. These people are statistical anomalies in his life. Nice to have around, but not enough to fix the bigger problem. They aren't reflective of society at large. They aren't enough to prove that he, personally, is loveable. Just that on occasion he meets another weirdo. For a while it's nice. Like a campfire in a barren tundra. But he has to keep moving, he can't stay. Warmer lands are ahead if he can just get to them. If he can just keep moving.

This also is why Ford was so susceptible to Bill. Bill told Ford what he wanted to hear. That he was destined for greatness. That, the fundamental wrongness he felt all his life was something incredible other people just couldn't see. Bill promised Ford exactly what he wanted, but not what he actually needed. Ford never needed the world at large to accept him. He just needed a few good people.

I also think his chemistry with Bill was connected to his autistic experiences as well. Bill is literally an alien. There's no pressure to mask around him. To try and "act normal". Ford can just be himself with Bill and not have to think about it. And sure, he could be himself around Fiddleford, but Fidds is still human. The anxieties of human social expectations are still present. Like when Fidds get him a gift for the holidays and Ford feels a bit guilty that it didn't even occur to him to do the same. He doesn't have to think about these social nuances with Bill.

That said I'm sure Bill isn't what his world would have considered neurotypical anyway. Not that Ford would know that. But Bill was also a strange freak in his own society. Just as outcast, possibly more so. I think Bill sees a bit of his own experiences reflected in Ford. I think he relates to him on a level. Not that he would ever admit it outright due to his own ego. I think Bill's fixation on him after the breakup also stems from Ford rejecting the path that Bill chose for himself. Bill still lives with some sort of deeply repressed guilt for what he did. Imagine how validating it would have been to see someone else like him burn their own world to the ground for the same reasons Bill did. But no, Ford's a better man than him, and Bill can't stand it.

Ok, I don't know how to end this long-ass monologue so I'm gonna call it here I guess. I just wanted to spill some thoughts of mine about Ford as a character. If anyone else wants to add to this with other examinations of Ford's character through this lense go right ahead. I'm just saying as an autistic person myself I understand every choice Ford made. I could relate to why he did the things he did even if I know those were mistakes and even acknowledging that he's kind of an asshole. Ford is a strange man who makes an eerie amount of sense to me.

[sillysillygoofygoose]

"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

[enjoythesilentworld]

They've gotten themselves locked in a bathroom?! Oh my god, I need this now! The sillies

ah omg sorry i missed this from the other dAY!

yes i imagine it going a little something like this (in this fake universe i just cooked up right this second):

"I told you," Simon says slowly, heels of his hands still pressed into his eyes and voice full of the badly suppressed rage he feels, "that the door locks if you don't-" "I know!" Wille barks back. "I know you told me, but you also told me one million other things in the past few days, and you've had me work multiple opening shifts right after closing shifts, so I'm sorry if it slipped my mind!" Simon wants to kill him. He's exhausted. He's so fucking exhausted, and it had been a long fucking day, multiple long days in a row - loud customers, broken equipment, everyone calling in sick - and he's been training someone who was turning out to be one of the most insufferable employees he'd ever worked with. Not that Wille noticed that Simon has been here every single minute that Wille has, because of course he didn't notice. The rich kid didn't seem to know his ass from his elbow, much less how to listen to simple directions. And now, thanks to Wille's unending genius, it's 10pm and the cafe is closed and no one will come looking for them for hours. They are sufficiently trapped. "Is that right?" Simon removes his hands and spins around to glare at Wille, who's standing with his back to the - locked - door with his arms crossed defensively over his chest. "Yes."

"Well," Simon laughs with no humor, "You could've fooled me, because I had to remake at least three of the drinks you were assigned today, and you still haven't gotten it into your brain how to pull one single shot. It seriously is not that hard." Wille's shoulders fall and his cheeks burn a brighter red. Embarrassment or anger, Simon can't tell, but he doesn't care. Being trapped in this small space with the guy who's been making his job 100x harder- Wille, with his unruly hair he can't stop brushing out of his eyes and his sad eyes and his gentle apologies when he fucks up (again) - has set Simon's teeth on edge. Wille looks down at his shoes and mumbles, "I really am trying my best." He sounds a bit miserable, and it does take a little bit of the wind out of Simon's sails.

[fanalisgyaru]

Wakfu Rant / Questions 

Same deal 2

So turns out that in 1990’s and early 2000s animated shows was at it’s peak whatevers out there now IT SUCKS no matter what country the animation is sooo bad it’s basically like a bit faster moving stop motion of.. well papers. But none hurt me as much as the degradation of the wakfu artstyle. In season 3 it’s flat & lacks any colors (also due to it’s setting) I hated that they made the characters look more 1 dimensional somehow also cartoonish and with those horrible versions of anime reaction faces from shows like totally spices and what not but they also removed everyones fangs that was a big NO for me, so then they finally come out with season 4 right okay I get it they had budget problems which was definitely made worse by changing up the story/plotline & lore all together all the time because of the ToTs weird own desire to create a Telenovela instead of you know what wakfu actually is ( you know he would make Amalia & Yugo do it onscreen if someone allowed it like I don’t know what to tell ya the mans obsesssed ). Look I could've ignored the flat, colorless, lifeless & jaggy animation and the less than half assed character re-designs ( Nora’s really killed me 💀) I would've let everything slide, could just swept it under the carpet IF HE JUST actually ended Yugo’s and the eliatrope/mechasm STORYLINE!! (those are cannon he can’t just throw away the whole reason they fled their home planet & the reason the eliacube exist) ”cough” then he could’ve gone on and created as Many horny cartoon characters and their seperate stories as he wanted the hell is he branding whatever season 5 is as wakfu who he think he fooling, see that’s what I don’t get who except him wanted this, people to my understandig wanted wakfu they waited for a long overdue ending to a beloved story/show at least that’s what people paid for and they were promised 2 ovas originally when they paid right? and one of those was supposed to be about the mechasms he could’ve just explained it there buuut noo mr. ”i wanna see 👽 🌸 shakalaka boom” scrapped it so he could expand on whatever the hell Oropo was which didn’t work because Oropo just doesn’t make any sense the Oropo and all them brothers plot thingys have as much volume as a McDonalds big mac you can pretend it’s as big as in the commercials but the truth hits ya when you set your teeth to take a bite, screw all them Oropos they’re hollow characters, also didn’t Oropo kinda lie/trick all his brotherhoodies just so he could get a chance to pluck that 🌸 ?

nobody needs ice dude resurrecting nah man f%ck that 💀. 

What I wanted to know/see was THE PLOT about Yugo the eliatropes their kingdom about the councils pasts like how was it leaving their only home, they didn’t know if there even was an inhabitable planet out there and how was their culture, how did they live, how did an alien race adapt to a whole new atmosphere. What was the last moments like when they understood their impending doom, that fighting would be futile and choose to sacrifice themselves to save their young ones? Now that’s a intriguing story, expanding or in this case explaining lore is one of the most enjoyable things about stories why do you think dragon ball got so many volumes people like knowing more about the universe they become interested in (and action fights) but you get the point.

It would still have villains (the mechasm/Qilby?) which could’ve been really cool exploring what/why they were doing things ?? what they did..? Why did the eliacube team up or whatever with Qilby. Because the story with the world of twelve in the wakfu era was basically over as was the Percedals story since ToT gave up on the whole demigod children thing and the other plots that could’ve been just so he could find a way for yugo&amalia to smash. He wanted angst? imagine what it would be like if the eliatrope council got resurrected, how could they or the remaining eliatrope people live with Qilby if they found out what he did in the past that’s your angst tortured Yugo right there, would he and Nora keep what they know a secret but for how long could that go on, speaking of Qilby what does he know exactly like that would really been worth expanding on? I’d like to know.

That’s a Telenovela for you. the possible drama between the siblings (the Amalia thing could’ve been a side thing or something i don’t know but she doesn’t have a reason to trust Qilby either so more angst for Yugo since ToT really seems to like that)

But a story like that needs a competent writer also reusing Qilby as a villan in a flashback would been better since that’s the main story, he’s reusing the same ice dude villan anyway again except he’s also Nox now for some reason also the plant kingdom is in a pinch again so Yugo he is gonna have to do something about that. The plant kingdom in a pinch has been the storyline of season 1 & the ovas & season 4 and most likely season 5…

[spicy-lefaiye]

some dubcon content™️ with eden

content warning: this is just some rambling about eden getting felt up on public transport. at first, he is very clearly not into it, but he ends up being into it later and wants it to continue.

terms used for eden's bits: tits, chest, cunt, hole, t-dick, cock

imagining eden, like. tired and a little disheveled on his way to some academic conference, standing in a crowded train and wearing his labcoat, a button-up, and trousers, bag slung over his shoulder.

he keeps feeling *someone* touching him, brushing against his ass, but with how crowded the train is he can't tell who it is. squirming and hissing at them to fuck off doesn't seem to deter them, and they quickly get bolder. soon he's panting and biting his lip as he feels fingers stroking between his legs, pressing down against his clothed cunt and finding his t-dick. he squeezes his thighs together to deter them, but they press down harder, grinding against his twitching cock. he bites back a moan, unconsciously leaning into the stranger's touch.

even more hands begin slowly joining in, stroking every part of them they can reach. by now, he can tell that he's surrounded, a group of strangers pressing up against him to touch him. boldly, one of them slides his hands up under his clothes to grope eden's chest. he snarls, snapping out of the pleasurable haze he was in to push them away and tell them off. as he does, one of the people, a tall older man, grabs his chin and turns his head to face him. the man smiles.

"shhh," he says. "no need to fight. we just wanna make you feel good." a pause. "do you want us to stop?"

eden growls at him, but after a moment he shamefully shakes his head *no.* the tall man geins and presses his lips against eden's, as the touching and grabbing continue with heightened intensity. eden lets out a muffled cry as two hands grab his tits again, and the other hands feeling him up seem to take that as a cue to begin yanking at his clothes, pulling his long coat off his shoulders and shoving his shirt up to expose his chest, barely contained in the compression bra he's wearing.

meanwhile, the man kissing eden shoves his tongue into eden's mouth to swallow his moans and whimpers, kneading his ass with both hands and spreading his ass cheeks as yet another set of hands grabs the base of his tail to *pull* it to the side, yanking down his trousers as they do. he feels fingers prodding at his asshole, even more spreading his cunt and stroking his cock, and he whines as he clings to the tall man for balance.

soon enough, they slide his pants off and remove his briefs, leaving him naked from the waist down. the man kissing him *finally* pulls back to breathe, only to begin licking and sucking marks on eden's neck, while someone else in the group gets on their knees and dives between his legs to eat him out. by now, the whole train car is watching with rapt interest, many of them touching themselves as they do.

this time, he can't stop his desperate moans and pleas of pleasure, and they don't seem inclined to quiet him as they wrestle him out of his bra.

eventually, someone binds his hands over his head, tying him to the grab bars overhead, leaving him exposed with his pants around his ankles and his tits jiggling and swaying with the train's motions. as the person eating him out continues, two other people play with his chest, biting the soft flesh and pinching his nipples to make him squeal, while the tall man stands behind him sucking on his neck.

he almost doesn't notice that they're yanking his thighs apart until the person between his legs moves (making sure not to let him cum) and a cock is being pressed slowly into his dripping hole.

[snowlupinwoodstories]

Time To Get Your Nails Did!

Say hi to Jeremey, the red eared slider who has a date with a caimen girl. He needs his claws done because he's been neglecting them!

Jeremey tapped his claws against his shirt covered shell out of nervousness. He couldn’t believe he’d planned a first date without being sure he’d found a proper turtle claw salon! His nails were dull and he was worried he might be close to having them crack or break off since he hadn’t spent time making sure to keep up on natural filing. Sure they were long and attractive, but it wouldn’t be good if they snapped off in the middle of the date. 

He did however find a salon that accepted walk-ins. He decided it was better to take the chance and get someone to touch up his nails the right way, rather than try and undo all the neglect at home. 

It was a small place, nestled between a Starbugs and a Chinese take-out. It had faux plants in the window, and advertised itself as a premier nail spa. Jeremey entered, the door causing an electronic ‘ding’ to ring out in the small space. It was filled to the brim with chatter, several of the nail techs talking amongst themselves, or to their clients, seeming to run at least two conversations at once. He tapped his nails against his shell again. All the techs were women, and all those getting their nails attended to were also women. 

At a turtle claw salon, or a claw salon in general would at least have one or two more masculine people at any time. He felt out of place, the bright lights showing off the soft pinks and yellows, the chatter, all of it reminded him this was not a place where he belonged. 

“How can I help you?” A voice called from the back of the store as an alligator snapping turtle moved down the center of the store to the front. 

Relief settled into Jeremey’s mind. Another turtle would at least understand what he was needing. Maybe this wasn’t a lost cause. “I’ve been kinda neglectful of my claw maintenance,” he told her. “I need some help,” he splayed his claws out, careful not to wiggle them so she didn’t think he was flirting with her. That would be awkward. “I have a date tonight.”

“Ouff, honey these need work,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to an open station, pressing a button to fill the bowl with warm water. “Now why don’t you tell me about this date of yours.”

“Is she a nice girl with a large shell?” she chuckled as she began to scrub Jeremy’s claws, removing the dead worn bits, buffing them to the darkier more healthy color hiding underneath.

“Well, she doesn’t really have a shell,” Jeremey told the older turtle. “She’s a caiman. We met while at a Warhammerhead 40k tournament at the local game store. She whooped my ass, but really liked the paint job on my hound shark faction. She wanted to have dinner somewhere and get some painting pointers.”

“Oh, someone likes his girls big and scaly do they,” she guaffed, wiping down each claw with a soft towel, letting her get a better look at the poor cracked and worn talons. “Hmm, I’ve got my work cut out for me,” she muttered as she grabbed a bottle of oil and began rubbing it into the claws, helping to moisturize and bring shine back to the claws. 

“W-well maybe. I mean she’s really attractive,” He choked back, watching as her claws rubbed the oil into his claws in small deliberate circles. “And she’s really smart. I didn’t expect her acrobatic katshark specialist army to route me as well as it did.”

“Is this some type of video game?” the matronly alligator snapper asked slowly working her way over the claws. Her own claws never stopped moving, rubbing in the healing oil and helping to fill in the cracks and snags. 

“Not a video game. A tabletop war game. You buy the miniatures, the game pieces and paint them. Then you play the game with them,” he explained. “Each piece has its own rules and what they do. I just didn’t expect her army, which is made out of light weight models with gimmicks, would work so synergistically well against mine!”

“But she liked how you painted your pieces?” She put the oiled towel away, pulling out a very fine file and going carefully over areas that were damaged to further smooth the area. She’d re-apply the oil as she went making sure to lock in the moisture from the water in front of them.

“Oh yeah, she was really stoked that I’d done some really cool non-metallic metal, basically making the piece look like it was made of metal without using metallic paint. And the shading. Her army was cool too-she made her army bluegrey-orange-white calico! The amount of control you need on the brush to get those spots to not look like splotches is really difficult!”

“I see,” she stared off into the distance before asking, “Would you mind if I went a bit wild with the lacquer on your nails? I think I have a fun idea for your date!”

“Uhh, really just the clear lacquer is fine. It’s not like she knows turtle culture and I don’t want her to think I’m gay or something,” Jeremey pressed.

“Listen here!” She barked roughly grabbing his foot and pulling it towards her, “If she can’t handle a turtle with painted claws then turtles are too good for her. It's important to show them off, and may encourage you to spend extra time caring for them. “

She grabbed a white bottle of lacquer, and began brushing it on, the gray polish coating and sinking into the cracks and the rest of the claw, helping to protect and draw more attention. “You will feel better for it too, don’t let other ideas make you feel less of a person for honoring your heritage.”

Jeremey went silent, knowing better than to argue with an older matron about claw lacquer. He remembered his mother painting his claws red when he was a young hatchling, saying it brought out the red around his ears. Or when his mom and dad went on date nights, they’d both spend time lacquering each other’s claws in complementary colors. 

He watched silently as she applied the gray lacquer to every other claw, making it obvious that she was planning to build some type of two tone effect. “How did you paint your pieces?” she asked as she picked over her colors.

“Oh, my army is painted in a dark blue gray with white accents. Really hard to get right, he let slip out. 

“I see, then we’ll start with a dark blue lacquer,” she grabbed the bottle and began to tint the other claws. Once they were coated she switched back to the grey ones, coating them with a thin coat of bright white, thoroughly changing the color of the claws. She coated the blue ones with a thin coat of grey before switching to a much thinner brush, and that was where the artistry began. 

Orange and blue-gray spots nestled together on the white claws, and white tips and edges further tied the look together on the blue-gray claws.  A clear coat was applied at the end before she turned on a blue light and held it over his claws. “Just sit there a few minutes while I get your bill tallied,” she left him to grab an ancient calculator with paper printing out of it, typing each number with one claw at a time. 

Ten minutes went by and Jeremey couldn’t help but admire his claws. They were shiny, bright, the cracks were well hidden and they gave a lovely clack-clack sound whenever he tapped them. He was surprised that the snapper only charged him for a fill and buff, but when he tried to ask she simply said, “Go land that gator-girl!” she all but shoved him out the door, with an excited cackle.  

@bloobluebloo @standingpillar @doveghost @asordidbarwere @stoneshrike @saphoblin

[fallingangels2bats]

You're my kinda crazy. Its okay; I love hoes. You say you're Christian but you don't want a Christlike man who's broke. More power to you. But I already know your game: You want to get free attention and love from me for the real Angel while you trick dumb simp niggas out of their money. But you can't simp me too. Because I approve of you doing it.

I fully support women using sex to get out of earn their freedom. Just don't be a dumb ass and marry or get knocked up by someone you don't love or like just because he has a lot of money.

You tried to hurt me because I triggered the hurt someone put in you. Fair. I meant to do that. To see where you are. You're a young girl. I'm 37. You still hide behind a public mask to keep away anyone you think could hurt you in love. But that mask only shows who the real you is.

I like your belly. You removed my comment. And said "perfume only". That let me know where you're wounded. And I made that belly video of you to force you to face your fears. To confront the You that you're afraid of. Because it means you don't love yourself yet.

So you'll fart for a guy you're into but won't let him see you bloated? I figure out you fart rather than look fat or pregnant. To find out why, I was firm and disciplinary... like a father or husband should be. And you responded the right way, asking if I'm ready to be either. I'm not. I'm broke and back living with family. Not going to lie to you.

You don't need to know what I do yet or my past. I need to educate you first. Keep looking for a rich guy to take care of you but I have a better off for you. Because I do like you already. More than just physically.

I'm Muslim. And my thinking is totally different than anyone else you'll meet, even other Muslims. I shouldn't have shit on a brother for smoking weed in a Malcolm shirt. I did just about every drug before I became Muslim. And I don't live like other Muslims now because they follow the culture, not the actual rules God gives us in the Qur'an.

Your God - everyone's God - speaks in different religions and through different prophets. Thats what everyone Muslim say but a tiny few believe it because they either grow up Muslim knowing no other religion or they come from one religion like Christianity and project that on their next religion. I followed and studied every religion and still do before I found Islam is the truest.

Look, I already know all your ills and what you need because the Qur;an tells us but you've never met a real Muslim to save you.

Ready? The Bible is ancient black Egyptian religion for white people. Thats all it is. They edited and deleted and white-washed history so white people called Jews can call themselves the Chosen People of this Earth instead of black people who built EVERY civilization on Earth.

Malcolm X is on your homie's shirt because he preached the white man is the Devil. He is. The white man is the Devil and I can prove it to you using his own Bible. But Malcolm stopped believing that when he found black Muslims were being devils too and Arab Muslims don't believe white man is the Devil and the black man is God. Because those Arabs used to be black and now they're more white.

The Bible teaches God made Adam and then the Devil tricked his wife into eating from a sacred tree, right? This is the white man's version of older versions of the same story. Except those versions ALL play like this: the Sky Mother has 2 sons - Good and Bad. In Egypt, its Horus and Set. The 1st son turns on the Mother Goddess and the 2nd son stops him. That 2nd son becomes the Savior who Redeems mankind.

The Bible doesn't tell that story. They put it all on Adam's wife. Why is that?

Because Adam's wife is the fallen angel Lucifer and Satan is ONE of their sons. Jews teach this in secret and they learned this from the Qu'an before Muslims stopped teaching it. The Qur'an says Adam was the 1st man God made. Adam was made of black mud. All the angels bowed to Adam because God told them to. But Iblis wouldn't, who is the original jinn. For hat Allah punishes Iblis but Iblis gets back at God by getting Adam to reject Allah and eat the fruit to become equal with Allah. For that Allah sends Adam and Iblis to Earth and makes them enemies forever and Iblis's descendants will tempt Adam's descendants til Judgment Day.

Get it? Iblis is Adam's wife. Because an angel felt superior to man because he's black mud and she is white light, Allah made her his wife forever - the 1st woman. Thats the beginning of humanity. A black liquid alien and a fiery serpent woman were sent down to Earth to populate it and evolve into everything you see.

Women are naturally temptresses of men. And men must resist and make women submissive to them by treating them fairly so they aren't rebellious like Iblis was. That is what Islam is about: if the man submits to God then his woman will submit to him. Women must go through a righteous husband to be a righteous wife and mother.

All women are fallen angels. And all men are shit from God's ass. Is God black or white, male or female? The Qur'an and religion period is so anti-women that Allah must be male, right?

The Nation of Islam teach that Allah must be a black man because Adam was a black man and the first humans were black. and God has always been understood as male.

Jesus never existed. But a man existed who inspired Jesus. You aren't ready for that yet. But lets say the real "Jesus" taught God is in the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. They're One. He's right. We all share a spirit created from God's breath. Thats made of light from Heaven.

But thats not God. That only explains our relationship to God. We're not equal because we have some of God's spirit. And God is not the Father. Adam is. The son has the same Holy Spirit that his Father Adam does.

And all women have the dark spirit that their mother does. Light in darkness and darkness in light. But God made both. And before there was light there was only darkness.

And if Adam was the 1st man but the Qur'an, the most complete version of all the other versions, doesn't say Iblis was the first woman, then Allah is a black woman, the only one a black son and white daughter can come from.

All women are fallen rebellious angels until they get a Muslim man. There are many more women than there are men. In Islam we believe in polygamy. Because women all need to be married and must share a man. Its better for women to live together as co-wives or Sister Wives than as one woman for one man.Men will cheat if there's only 1 wife. And women will turn lesbian if they can't share a man. Because women are meant to live together and be sisterly and raise kids in a village situation. Families should be big and mixed.

If Allah is a black woman, then the opposite must be the Devil. Thats a long story but it should be the most obvious and easy thing to grasp.

This devil is against all black people by nature. His nature is to keep white women from submitting to black men, which is their purpose. And to keep black men from submitting to black women, which is their purpose. Because the white man realizes he is the bottom of the totem pole in genetics and in history and in soul.

So I'm looking for a bad shorty to be one of my wives. I have 2 others: 1 Arab and 1 white. I wish I could find a dark-skinned black woman, but the Devil has corrupted our people globally so the black woman is against the black man and her own nature of Goddess. Because all black women are still of Adam and Iblis and must submit to black men. They think they are God because they know in their DNA that Allah is a black woman. But there is only ONE Allah. And she hates when a bitch thinks she's equal to the one true Queen of Heaven. Thats why black women are down bad. Blacks in Africa worshiped the woman as God instead of God as a woman. This is always how we fall.

You're out here teasing men and wanting to be put on a pedestal because thats your nature. I get it more than anyone. But you're a good girl following a wicked society.

I'm not going to pay to suck farts out of your big ass because you want me to anyway. I'm not going to pay to stuff your belly with food because you want me to anyway. Why deny yourself of who God made you to be?

I like that you're direct about looking for a husband. You know what you want and felt it already in me. Me too. Thats how Muslims move. We don't date and take forever. People get married immediately and get divorced if it doesn't work.

Like I said, I'm a Muslim with 2 other women who want to marry me. But I tell them I'm not marrying just 1 woman. I'm marrying any woman who loves me and needs a man to take care of them, which goes waaaay beyond being a provider. Its about being an exceptional Muslim so she can be an exceptional Muslimah.

So lets build and see if we're compatible. Keep looking for better options. I have options. But I think you're beautiful, I get all your racial and spiritual trauma and I know you're sexually frustrated because you're a big ol' freak like I am and no one has ever brought it out of you yet.

You grew up thinking the black in you what holds you back in this white devil's world but you know now that its the white in you that blinds you to God inside you.

[the-gay-overcoat]

The Stay

Silly little (likely one part) story

disclaimer!!! I do not have experience with mental hospitals, this is mostly based on research and stories from both doctors and patients I've heard and also most of it is made up

Nikolai sat in the waiting room, wearing nothing but a hospital gown and slippers. He stared at the floor, feeling far too exposed at the moment.

He had admitted himself after being taken to a hospital by... someone. He couldn't remember. The last person he remembered seeing was Sigma, but there was no way Sigma was going to do anything to help him, especially after the incident with his arm.

He overheard doctors and nurses muttering amongst themselves about his history. He knew they were describing him as violent, a monster, a danger to society. He could just tell, even without hearing them distinctly.

He stared at his right hand, it was his left arm that got chopped off after all. He wasn't bathed when taken to the hospital or admitted, the only thing cleaned was his wound so it could be treated and bandaged again, so he was still covered in mud.

Nikolai felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to leave and never come back, not just the hospital but Yokohama as a whole. He just didn't belong. He wanted to go back to Ukraine, not to his village but definitely back to the country. But this was good for him, he would finally stop being a monster.

A nurse came up to him and told him something, he couldn't hear it though. He didn't know why, he just couldn't. Then, the nurse seemed to expect Nikolai to follow, so he stood and followed the nurse.

He was taken to a nice looking room, almost like a college dorm. There were two twin sized beds, both neatly made, two dressers, and two desks. Only one of the desks had a journal and pen.

"Your new psychiatrist wanted you to try journaling so she can get to know you better before your first visit." The nurse explained before then taking Nikolai to a bathroom. One wall was lined with stalls and the other with sinks, though there seemed to be more to the bathroom past the stalls. "The showers are back there. If you need assistance there is a button on the wall opposite to the showers that calls a nurse or attendant. I'll be back with some clothes for you." And with that the nurse was gone.

Nikolai sighed and made his way to where the nurse indicated, and sure enough there were showers. They didn't have curtains though, just walls between each shower, and stools. Each shower had a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of body wash.

He removed his hospital gown and decided to keep his slippers on, who knew when the last time these showers were given a proper cleaning. He took his hair out of its braid and stepped into the shower to turn on the water. He was immediately blasted with cold water so he stumbled back, running into the wall. "Jesus christ-!" He hissed out, glaring at the shower head as if it were at fault.

He felt as if he were being watched and quickly looked around, seeing a camera in the corner, positioned so it couldn't see into the stalls, but it could see right outside of them. Immediately Nikolai attempted to cover himself, suddenly feeling insecure about his appearance. Slowly, he crept back to the shower and tested the water, relaxing slightly when he felt it was warm.

He stood in the warm water, just letting it run over him before looking at the soaps he was provided. Just standard head and shoulders two in one and some store brand sensitive skin body wash. They were both pump bottles, and kind of bolted to the wall in a way that made it seem like it was often for patients to attempt stealing them. He sighed and just pumped some of the shampoo into his hand before running it through his hair.

During this, he learned it was a pain in the ass to wash his hair with one hand, and likely going to be as much of a pain to wash his body. Hell, it would be a pain to just take care of himself.

He finished bathing and stepped out of the shower, searching for a towel. Great. He would have to ask a nurse for a towel. He searched for the call button and found it, pressing it and waiting, covering his chest to keep some of his dignity.

The nurse who brought him to the showers came back with a towel and some clothes, what looked like a plain t-shirt and sweatpants. They handed him the towel and he shuffled back into the shower stall.

Nikolai dried off and reached out of the stall for the clothes, quickly getting dressed and looking at the nurse. "Um. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Let's head back to your room." And the nurse began to walk out of the bathroom. Nikolai obediently followed all the way back to his room.

He looked down at the journal and then back at the nurse. "Um.. what should I write?"

"Dr. Kamiya suggests writing about what happened before you came here. Your thoughts and feelings, maybe memories. That way she can get to understand you a bit better before she meets with you." They explained as they pulled out a clipboard. "She'll meet with you tomorrow afternoon. So you have most of today and some of tomorrow to get some journaling done. She recommends taking your journal with you during lunch then turning it in to me during the activity time. When you get back to your room after activity time the journal will be back on the desk. I won't go through it, I promise. Also, I'm Yuuki Kato, I will be sort of attending to you I guess. Well, I'll be back to pick you up at lunch!"

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And so it went, just like that, for two and a half months. Nikolai was taken care of by Kato, and weekly he would visit his psychiatrist, Dr. Mieko Kamiya. He was diagnosed with a whole list of disorders, most notably being Borderline personality disorder, PTSD, and potentially autism. He was put on medication to help with his BPD, prescribed therapy, and told to keep up the journaling and visit Dr. Kamiya every two to three months.

He held his bag tightly as he walked back home, having just been checked out of the mental hospital after having a steady improvement to his wellbeing. He felt like a new person. He had been exercising more, eating more and healthier, and, with the therapy and medication, felt mentally better.

He began humming to himself as he made it to his apartment. He felt like a new person. He quickly went to his room to put all of his clothes away as well as put his medications on the bed side table before running around and cleaning thoroughly, as well as watering all of his indoor plants. He had been gone for two and a half months, so a good thick layer of dust had settled on just about everything and his plants were shriveling up.

Once everything was cleaned he set off to go find Sigma.

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quick tag list for those who may find this interesting: @justsigma-bsd @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @shopping-for-casino-rats

[saga-project]

💓

💓- A memory about their friends

Eugh. Everything on him hurt. It was just after the first ritual they'd done to remove the empyrean, and he'd woken up in the separate room off of the med bay that they'd confined him to just in case one of his withdrawal fits led to him becoming violently aggressive, and....everything hurt and he was itchy and he wanted his brothers and--

Cain froze. April was staring at him from the corner, her expression unreadable. Shit. Shit. He....he'd fought her surrogate brothers. Not entirely, really, he hadn't been the one in control, but he had still fought them. And he had no idea if they'd bothered to tell her about the entire Rakshan and empyrean situation, or whether she viewed it as some kind of personal betrayal towards the olive branch that she had started to extend towards him. He'd heard stories of what happened when you betrayed a human's trust, how white-hot and all-encompassing their rage could be when given half the chance, and he half-expected--

He needed to run. She was moving closer and he needed to run, but Cain found himself hunkering down in his bed instead, fighting down the urge to let out the distress chirp that was building in his throat. Should he run, beg for mercy, try to go for his bo? Something, anything other than just sitting here and making himself an easy target--

There were hands on his shell. Cain yelped softly before realizing, looking up in alarm at the gentle scratching. April smiled gently, words soft, like she was trying to soothe a startled pet. "Your hands kinda twitch when your shell's itchy. I figured--"

"S-" His voice came out as a warbling croak, and Cain had to clear his throat to continue. "S-shouldn't you hate me?"

"For what?"

Cain gave her a sidelong look--one that would hopefully convey the are you fucking stupid, perhaps message that he was ever so politely keeping unvoiced. "Fighting your surrogate brothers? Or generally trying to."

"Nah. Leo and Raph explained what happened to me. How it was kinda outta your hands."

He jolted slightly, in spite of himself. His brothers had done that much for him, after everything? "O-oh."

"Sorry if the scratching isn't...I know you're hurt. I can--"

"No! No, I mean. Please keep....I....I would like it if you--" Why was his voice trembling so much. And why was there sudden dampness on his face. Had he injured himself somehow, during the last fit? Was he bleeding? "I don't think I c-can be alone right now. It....it hurts. It hurts so much. And I don't w-want them to hate me, but I need them here. And my shell itches and-"

Oh. Well. He was crying. This was awkward.

"Sssssh. They're gonna be back soon. And we can do something about the other thing, right?"

"Mmmhmm--"

April started scratching at his shell again, before he could think to stop her, and Cain leaned into her, finally breaking down. Sobbing like he hadn't since he was a child, in the great heaving gulps of someone who was trying desperately to put themselves back together but couldn't be half-assed to try. He didn't understand this. He didn't understand this. She would have had every single right to kill him right then and there. To eliminate a potential threat to the ones she cared about. But she was being so gentle instead, and he didn't deserve that--

He could feel the chirps rising up in him, and he tried to hold them back, choking on his tears--

"Hey, Don, it's alright. Feel how you wanna feel, okay? I won't judge."

That broke the dam. Amid another sob, he started chirping, clinging to her like a mutated koala. Chirp! Ch-ch-chirrrrr. Chirrrrrup! Prrrt prrrt prrrt--

And then words came to him a minute later, desperate and cracked and pleading. "Please don't leave. Please? My brothers like you, I....besides that, you're the first....human friend I've ever had. I didn't know that felt so good. I've never had a human just care about me like that. I don't want to....I don't want that to go away. I know it's selfish of me, I know, but please-"

"You really think I would just leave?" April's voice sounded annoyed, but thank god, it appeared to be in a mocking way. "I'm friends with your brothers."

"I don't know, okay?" He hadn't meant for his words to come out that sharp, but he pushed on anyway. "Everything I thought I knew about the world is wrong! And I've never really had friends before! I don't know when I'm messing up or-"

"Don." She laid a hand on his shoulder, then, waiting until he could bring himself to turn in her direction before speaking again. "I like you, okay? And I know this whole situation wasn't your fault. So you don't need to worry. Okay?"

Cain forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath, words coming out a bit steadier now. "....okay. And I'm.....sorry for being such a dumb dumb to you at first. I just-"

"'S okay. I get it. I mean, not exactly, but I get it."

A beat of silence. And then--

"....I would be agreeable to more scratches."

"Yeah, knew that was coming. Get over here, tough guy."

[jinna-aka-ninja]

Calling Of The Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys X Fem!Reader Part 7

A/N: So I was asked by someone to be put on a taglist? I've never done that before, and I am HONORED! Thank you! I'll be honest at this point I'm just sprinkling in gifs I think are funny.

I made a Masterlist for this though!

Word Count: 2,433

“She’s not a... what?” Michael asked flabbergasted at the mere mention of this. Star had wanted to remove what she believed to be a curse so much, it was the one thing that she wished for help with. Hearing Y/N say that she wasn’t a vampire was too much for his muddled brain to handle at that moment.

“Michael. I just said it more than once! If I say it again I will be upset with you!” Y/N said to him with a sigh, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be mad at you. I am, I am very mad at you; but I shouldn’t be. It’s not your fault you’re still human enough to fall for the effects of a succubus. She’s not the strongest one, but that is what she is. Vampire blood forced her powers out too early so she’s weak compared to most.”

It made perfect sense to Y/N; it was hard to believe that anyone else was not able to comprehend this information. “She wants to be human again when she never had been human to begin with. Her abilities are like that of a vampire... except she doesn’t feed on blood.” With the last few words she looked at Michael thinking that he should obviously know exactly what that meant.

Michael stared at her, open mouthed, making Y/N believe he was trying to come to terms with the information he gathered...except.. “What’s a succubus?”

“Michael. Have you ever been curious about the occult? Ever just looked into a random book in the occult section of the library? You really just don’t know the signs of things that are laid out in front of you? The moment you laid your eyes on Star, what led you to her? Your heart or your second head?” Y/N asked him feeling like she was talking to a child learning of the dangers of the world when it had already been far too late for them to save themselves.

“... You don’t understand Y/N. When I first saw Star that night, the way she moved to the music. When our eyes met and she looked away from me, playing hard to get. There was something that made me want to go closer.” His attempts to reason with his decision were failing him. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt. “I felt a pull to you too when I first saw you!”

A hiss came from Y/N as she took a sharp breath at his words, “Do not compare the pull of a bond to that of a half-assed Succubus’ lure.” She said to him feeling hurt and offended all over again. The nerve of this guy to compare the bond of a mate to something that was just pure carnal.

“How do you know about this stuff, Y/N? I doubt you just so happened to look at a book randomly to learn.” Michael said wanting an explanation to her knowledge.

“You were brought into this world of monsters you believed to be in stories and nothing more; I was born into it, raised in it. I know this stuff because it was taught to me from a very young age and through my years I have been learning more and more.” It was the honest truth, “You can’t tell the boys I know yet! I need to be the one to tell them now. If you just go and say it then they might think that I’m planning something..I just needed to come to terms with it too.”

“Come to terms with what? You didn’t drink from the cup, you aren’t a half vampire.” Michael groaned feeling like he was at a loss, and he was correct. He was at a loss.

Y/N felt sympathy for Michael. “I did try to stop you, but no, you had to be a part of the boys and just do what you could to fit in. Face it Michael, you’re more in love with the guys than you were Star.”

Maybe Michael hadn’t quite realized his own feelings yet because the look he gave Y/N was one that showed he was clearly not amused. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s 1987 Michael. There’s nothing wrong with it.” She said to him rolling her eyes. “Go home Michael. The sun is up and you’re going to pass out from the exhaustion. Don’t you dare let me find out you’re trying to find a way to break your being a half vampire. You were selfish enough to go through with something without thinking it through, don’t make the mistake of ruining the lives of others by trying to change fate.” 

With that, Y/N turned and walked off. Leaving Michael behind to go home and sleep. With this outcome she knew she had to tell the guys that she knew, but now how could she explain to Tyr that she had more than one soulmate? Worse so, that one of them wanted to try to break this being a half vampire.

From the distance she could hear Michael’s bike start up and speed off to go home. Y/N didn’t get far though. The sudden feeling of being spun around, hand in another hand, coming face to face with Tyr had her surprised.

“You’re awake. I thought you needed more sleep?” She asked him watching as the smile on his lips turned into a grin.

“I had enough sleep. You really think I’m going to let you wander around with vampires for long?” Tyr teased but that just made Y/N think of one thing. It’s freaking Daytime!

Y/N watched him, a trace of irritation flashing in her eyes. “So you showed up after the sunrise, to what? Protect me while they sleep?”

“What makes you think I showed up just now? I’ve been hanging around you since the diner.” The words Tyr spoke shook Y/N. If he had been around since the diner then he knew that she wasn’t with Michael, the half vampire, she was with four full vampires. “Did you know.. that when a human becomes a vampire, their soul dies. Not entirely, but most of it does. I told you they are dead souls Y/N. So why was it you were with four vampires and a little half vampire.. and then another half vampire showed up?”

There was no anger in Tyr. He was curious, worried maybe, but there was definitely no anger. It was wrong hiding something from Tyr. It felt so wrong, her heart felt like someone had placed weights on it and thrown it to sea.

“Because ... I think that I have more than one soulmate.” She said to him speaking the full truth, he deserved to know it. “I feel the things I feel to Michael to David, Paul, Dwayne and Marko. I don’t know why I do, but I do. A part of me thought I was wrong about it, but after tonight I know it’s true. I feel it.” Y/N was sure that he would deny this. That he would insist it to not be real.

“And the Succubus? Any chance she enchanted you into thinking they were your soulmates? Their power over the heart is strong.” Tyr was trying to find reasons to not believe her; knowing that Y/N wouldn’t tell him a lie straightforwardly. If she believed them to be her soulmates then that was what she really did feel.

This form of not believing it was better than him instantly trying to take her away from here. “No. I know how it feels to be enthralled by a succubus and an incubus. This isn’t that.” She assured him as they walked, hand in hand back to the home. “Will you meet them?”

“I have to meet them! How else will I see if I should kill them or not?” Tyr said to her, Y/N laughed thinking he was joking, but he didn’t join her making her laugh fade away.

“Tyr...” Y/N spoke looking at him with worried eyes as they reached the door.

He just opened the door and led her inside, “I’m not going to let you be placed in danger after everything I’ve done to keep you safe Y/N. If they kill you, if they hurt you... I’ll destroy everything.” The violence of an angry demon was unmatched by most, except perhaps a devil.

The only thing that Y/N could do was silently enter the home. She was sure that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. It would be unnecessary for her to mention this to him. “Tonight then, after you feed.”

Tyr shot her a grin as he went off to rest some more. He hadn’t fully recovered, but it was clear he didn’t want her out there on her own. Not when he was so sure that something dangerous was lurking in the dark. There always was, but this was something so close. Unavoidable. “Wait... WAIT TYR THATS MY ROOM! INSTIGATOR!”

Why was he an instigator? Because that made her have to sleep in his bed. Freaking Demons and their need to constantly create chaos in everything that they happen upon.

When the next night had approached Tyr was up before even she was. Tossing her clothes over her sleeping body. “Wake up! It’s time to make some vampires angry!”

“You know for someone who thinks they are the ones with dead souls, so far I think you have been instigating them more into showing their fangs.” Y/N said with a groan as she got up from the bed. “I’m not wearing this!” she said tossing the clothes to the floor after seeing what he threw at her.

“Good luck with that because I hid all your other clothes!” Tyr sang as he made his way out of the room. It was like living with a child sometimes. There were times Tyr had been sophisticated, walking with his head held high like the aristocrat he had pretended to be so long ago; but then there were the times he acted like a spoiled brat!

However, no matter how annoying he may be, Y/N would never trade him for anything in the world. He was her annoying demon.

The clothes he had picked up was a skirt and a sleeveless blouse, and his own coat. Simple but it was a freezing night out there and she would have to wear his coat if she was to stay warm. Or so he HOPED. She was going to freeze. Leaving the coat on the bed as she marched out of the house, Tyr hot on her trail behind her.

“I didn’t get to enjoy this place! I want to go to a concert!” He said to her taking a hold of her hand and rushing off. Y/N did not fail to notice him wearing the coat he had left for her now.

The walk to the boardwalk was uneventful. It was just a simple walk, when they did get there had been a concert playing. The entire time Tyr would not let go of her hand. Y/N had a suspicion that he was afraid she would run off on her own to find the vampires and he wasn’t wrong.

“You didn’t get tired of waiting for us to show up, did you?” a voice spoke from behind her making Y/N turn to see David looking at Tyr with what seemed to be anger.

“David...” The name came out sounding as if Y/N had been holding her breath and finally was able to breathe again. “No.. this is Tyr. My roommate.” She said to him trying to remove her hand from Tyr’s ironclad grip to no avail.

“Ah the one who has been sick.” Marko said walking up from behind David, Y/N watched as these guys seemed to almost appear out of thin air from behind David to stand behind him. “So he’s all better, more time with us now.” He said holding his hand out to Y/N, but as he did so his eyes never left Tyr.

She had told them before that Tyr was like family but with how he had been with her right then, they weren’t sure that Tyr had the same sentiment. Marko wanted her by their side before he felt he had no choice but to make a move against Tyr.

Y/N reached her free hand to hold Marko’s when she was pulled up against Tyr’s chest. Her eyes wide as she looked at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked him.

Tyr wouldn’t have hidden his smirk if he could as he looked at the guys. Their faces seemed to grow dark with anger at the movement. “This is my first night up and about, I want to spend it with you Y/N. After spending all day in your bed, might as well spend all day out with you.”

“Bastard.” Y/N whispered under her breath in shock. He was really trying to provoke them. The four vampires’ nose twitched as they took a quick sniff. Sure enough, Tyr was coated in her scent, and she was covered in his. “I wasn’t in the bed! I was in his bed!”

“Is that any better?” Tyr asked her laughing at her attempt to keep things from escalating.

“Let go of me Tyr.” Y/N spoke quietly to him hoping to get him to listen to her before the guys felt the need to step in. Pushing him away from her, this time he did let her go as she fell into the arms of Marko. She had expected him to hold her back so she pushed more than she needed.

Marko’s arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her to his chest as if he was afraid Tyr would rip her from his grasp. “Thought you were just friends?” Marko whispered to her.

“Seems like he is a bit more than a friend.” Paul spoke out in a hiss, eyes still locked onto Tyr who shrugged his shoulders, that dashing smile still on his lips.

“Are you okay?” Dwayne asked Y/N, the only one who had not had his eyes locked in on Tyr but looking at her instead, concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine really. Tyr just likes to start trouble I promise.” Y/N said not wanting any misunderstandings, but it looked like it was all that Tyr wanted.

“Y/N please, undead blood suckers are not worth it.” Tyr said without a care in the world that he had just told them that he knew what they were, but in turn either she had known or she knew now.

I hope I am doing this right... TagList: @simplyreading96

[darklordofthesimp]

Proximity (Din Djarin x Reader)

A self-defense lesson with a Mandalorian was not your idea of fun, especially when he had a habit of toying with you.

Requested By Anon: #70 You're really close right now

A/N: There's always sexual tension during training, isn't there? I really am sorry this is not the best quality. I struggled with inspo and motivation for this one, it was painful to write lol.

Category: Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Suggestive Themes

"I'm not good at this."

"That's why we're doing it."

"Because I'm not good?"

"So you can get good."

Your heart was racing and you hadn't even begun the session. The tell-tale signs of anxiety were everywhere: the dryness of your mouth, the uneven breathing, and your trembling fingers. It was a strange thing, how the body could anticipate something like that. You hated it.

"Come on," the Mandalorian's voice was low- as if he thought that if he spoke too loud, you'd run off. He was half-right, you were definitely considering it. Who wouldn't?

No one wanted to fight the likes of Din.

Especially not you.

"This isn't my job," you hissed, taking a backward pace towards the ship. "This is yours, actually."

The bounty hunter stared at you for a long moment. You knew why he wanted you to do this, he needed the comfort of mind. Those times when he'd leave you in the ship alone, armed with nothing but a blaster and a farewell nod, it would plague him.

"It's everyone's job to know how to defend themselves," Din rasped, unbuckling the strap on his shoulder. The rifle framing his back sagged and he leaned it against a nearby boulder.

"This isn't fair," you were beginning to panic, now. "You're a big-ass Mandalorian in a shell of impenetrable armor with decades of training."

He nodded dismissively as he removed the jetpack, lowering it gently to sit by his weapon.

"I'm a mechanic," you said simply. "I don't want to get hurt right now, I want to go fix the rust bucket."

Din straightened, finally finishing the offload of his personal arsenal. The sunlight glinted off his visor, temporarily blinding you. Rubbing your eyes with a soft curse, you were startled to find him close when you recovered.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he negotiated softly, "you need this."

"I don't need to get body-slammed," you snapped.

"If you're afraid now, how do you think you'll go when someone is actually trying to kill you?"

He was getting frustrated with your lack of co-operation. You could hear it in the lilt of his voice, the sudden husk of his words. It made you shiver, you didn't want to be riling up someone who was teaching you to fight.

You had always relied on him for your protection just as he had relied on you for your technical abilities. The difference was that he knew enough about your trade to stop his ship from falling out of the sky, whereas, you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag.

"If you punch me," you pointed a shaky finger to his chest, "I will wire the Crest to self-ignite."

"Deal."

With that damning statement, he gripped you by the shoulders.

You blinked at him, nervously sinking into his hold. That was quick, although you weren't sure why you had expected a warning. Was he about to throw you? Headbutt you? Squeeze you to death?

To your surprise, it was none of the above. Rather, the hunter simply stood unmoving. It was as though he was almost... expectant.

"Well?" He jostled you lightly in his grip. "What would you do?"

You stared at him owlishly.

There was a sigh, his fingers dipping into the skin of your shoulders. You were pushing his buttons without trying and for once you were too afraid to take advantage of it.

"If somebody did this to you, how would you handle it?" Mando clarified.

Oh. You bit your lip as your mind raced to answer his question. You knew a little from your days before the bounty hunter, although you weren't sure it would do much against him.

When you opened your mouth to explain, the Mandalorian shook his head.

"Show me," he said.

You did what you remembered: a simple maneuver that had you pushing at the insides of his arms. To your relief, he let go and allowed you to carry out your plans. Reversing the roles, you snatched his hands beneath your biceps, and once he was trapped, you raised your knee in the pretense of a groin kick.

"Good," Mando nodded, fingers resting against your back. You quickly let him go. The training was a lot gentler than you had expected, and although it was a pleasant surprise, your companion had a wicked sense of humor. You rarely got to see it, but when you did, you were generally the butt of the joke.

"The aim is to get away," Din said, casually stepping into your space. "Don't stick around to fight."

You surrendered some ground, inching backward in the face of his approach. You didn't want him too close, purely based on the lack of reaction time you would be given. "Really?" You snarked quietly, "I think I could take you."

There was a surprised chuckle from beneath the helmet, so short you would have missed it had you not been so hyperaware of his presence.

"Yeah?" He teased you softly, walking you backward with slow strides.

"Yeah," you breathed.

"Come here, then." Din tilted his head.

"Nope," you wheezed, "no, I think I'm good."

He said nothing, offering only a small nod. The hunter made a show of looking over your shoulder and you felt a cold sweat trickle down your spine.

You should have been looking behind you, should have been aware of your surroundings. Had you not been so distracted by the man in front of you, you would have noticed that he'd been backing you towards a boulder.

Your breath was knocked from your lungs when your body made contact, the fabric of your clothes snatching against the rough rock. This wasn't a good spot to be in. Whatever was coming next would either be painful or humiliating and you sighed.

A quick glance over your shoulder confirmed that you wouldn't be able to simply walk around it. The obstacle was as wide as it was tall.

You made no attempt to move as the Mandalorian approached, where could you go? You'd concede to this loss and maybe he'd let you return to your actual job. But, instead, you realized he was toying with you, moving with the same torturously slow pace.

"Always be aware of your surroundings," he said with an arrogant shrug.

"You distracted me." You snapped, anxiety crawling from your stomach to your chest. You had no reason to be afraid, he wouldn't hurt you and you knew it. There was just something in the way that he walked, a demeanor you'd never seen before.

You wonder if you had mistaken a very different feeling for fear.

"I seem to do that a lot," the words were honeyed, suspiciously so.

The urge to close your eyes in anticipation was strong when he finally came to a stop in front of you. Settling for a squint, you flinched as he raised his hand to your neck.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured roughly, "but if this was real you'd be dead."

"That's not fair," you huffed, framing the statement with a sardonic laugh. "You haven't even given me a scenario to work with yet."

You'd barely finished your sentence when he moved.

A hard boot kicked the inside of your foot, forcing you to widen your stance. The cold, hard beskar of his thigh pressed against the inside of your legs, pressuring them to remain open.

A sharp gasp fell involuntarily from your lips when his hand raised to rest against the base of your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut, grimacing as you held his wrist instinctively. His grip was soft, almost a caress, but the warning twitch of his fingers indicated that he would squeeze if needed.

The hunter's other hand settled against your waist, fingers digging firmly into the curve of your body. Another silent announcement that he could make it really hurt if he'd wanted to.

"Better?" He asked roughly against your ear. Your eyes shot open, chest heaving as you assessed his position. The inky black of his visor was barely a couple of inches from your face and your nose brushed against the metal of his helmet.

"You're really close right now," you blurted. The proximity made you dizzy, you would have swayed had he not been holding you so tightly. Both your hands gripped his wrist hard as he tightened his fingers fractionally before loosening again. The movement was almost playful and you knew then that he was enjoying this.

"I could be closer, Mesh'la," he murmured. He tugged at the hem of your shirt softly, slipping his touch to your skin. The leather of his gloves was cool against the raging warmth of your body.

You choked at the sensation.

"Are you flirting with me?" You whimpered disbelievingly. When you woke up this morning, nobody could have convinced you that this would be your afternoon.

"I'm trying to make you uncomfortable," he corrected.

"That's not the word I'd use, Din," you breathed.

There was a stunned silence and his fingers twitched against your skin. It was one of his tells, the small movement an easy way to assess his emotional state.

"How-" he cleared his throat, "how would you get out of this?"

"I wouldn't," you said simply.

"Why not?"

"You'd have never let anybody get this close," you rasped, watching him from beneath your lashes. You knew that wasn't what he was asking, not what this training session was for. In your defense, he had thrown that out the second he'd shoved himself in between your legs.

Your core tightened, pooling with a delicious heat that settled low. The pair of you had danced around your feelings for each other for so long, never approaching the topic but acknowledging it silently.

But Din had never been so bold before.

"What if I wasn't there?" He rebutted, tilting his head lightly. Your breath hitched in your throat as his thumb slowly stroked the skin of your side. "What if you were alone?"

"You're always there," you uttered lowly, the promise of a smile playing on the corner of your mouth.

"And what about now?" Din murmured, slowly pulling you to his chest. The hand around your throat lifted, skimming the skin of your neck to settle on your jaw. "How will you handle this?"

"Take me to the Crest and I'll show you."

With a knowing smirk, you hooked a finger into the bottom of his helmet. The digit was lost to the black abyss as you pulled him down.

[sweet-villain]

Believe ~B.H ~1

Summary : After surviving by the Mind Flyer, Billy decides to leave Hawkins. Leave you. Max. He goes back to California, has a new look and a couple years later he's back. He's looking for you, this time he gets a surprise of his life. You're a mother of a little girl, and she calls Eddie Munson daddy.

@sidthedollface2 @tayhar811 @tanyaherondale @flvneurss

Your head turned hearing the roaring of a blue Camaro comes to a stop in front of the school. A figure stepped out of the car wearing denim and as he turned to look, his eyes fell on you in an instant. You had the strap of your back up on your shoulder wearing a flowy blue skirt and a white top with your hair falling to the side.

This was the first time your eyes set on Billy Hargrove. He was beautiful, a smirk flashes across his face as he closes the door of his car. Carol and Tina gawk at him as he walked past them. Your eyes fall onto his ass. He looked good in denim.

You turned to heading off to your locker, opening as a figure appear besides you.

" hey butter cup" Steve greeted you as he leaned against someone's locker that was next to yours. Steve Harrington, King Steve and your best friend, the two of you grew up together where you spend having sleep over, move nights etc together. Nancy Wheeler had caught his attention and you told her numerous of times that Steve wasn't your type.

" Hey Stevie" you greet him, closing your locker room with your books in your hands. Tommy and Carol walked over to him, " Y/N" Tommy greets you while Carol sends you on of those fake smiles as she greets you. Safe to say you and Carol weren't on the best terms.

They walked you to class, " See you buttercup" Steve say bopping on your nose leaving with Tommy and Carol while you walked in heading to the desk in the back and plopping down. After the class got started, the door had opened and there was that beautiful stranger.

" We have a new student in the class with us this year" the teacher looks over to the beautiful stranger. His eyes roam over the classroom when he spotted you in the back.

" Tell us your name, where are you from"

" Billy Hargrove, California" he walked through the rows of students while the girls giggled among themselves and the guy held out their hands hoping it would catch his attention.

It doesn't, his blue iris's are on you as he walks closer. He plops in the seat next to yours and slouches down. He kicks out his long legs as he leans into the shoulder throwing you a smirk.

" Billy Hargrove" he says, your eyebrows is raised as you look at him with your hand covering your mouth as it leans on the desk supporting your head. Your eyes are the only thing he can see.

" Y/N L/N" you said. You removed the hand from your mouth and turned to face the class room.

For the rest of the day, Billy couldn't stop looking at you. He grew curious as you greeted Steve Harrington, Tommy H, Carol and Nancy Wheeler. Looking back at him catching his eye. He sends a wink your way as he walks past with his head held up high.

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A hand twirled you around through the music as you danced in between Tina and Steve. He was the one who kept twirling you telling you that it was more fun this way. Nancy was dancing next to Steve, but she was pouting that he took his attention towards you.

You stopped telling Steve you needed to get a drink, he followed you with Nancy by his side to get one himself. Before you can dip your cup into the bowl of spiked fruit punch, two figure approached. It was Tommy and Billy.

" We have a new keg king, so much for King Steve" Steve took his sunglasses off as he eyed Billy. You had not paid any attention focusing on getting a drink and going back to dancing. Billy had noticed your back, frown that you didn't congratulate him being the new keg king. You weren't really interested as you passed him to go back to Tina.

He watched as you danced, giggled and the way your eyes lit up as you smiled. You were having a good time.

" You have a thing for that one?" Tommy asked, noticing the way Billy was watching you. " That one? What did you just call her?" Billy growled, glaring at him. Tommy put his hands up with a chuckle.

" She's all talk but no bite" Billy had a cigarette hanging from his lips but he shoved it towards Tommy, who took it without no other words. Billy made his way towards you as his hands find your waist and pull you towards his chest. It's glistering. You can smell the leather and cigarettes off of him, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Those blue eyes stare down at you.

" Do you wanna get out of here?" He asks.

" How much did have to drink?" you asked, stepping back.

" Don't worry, doll. I'm not that drunk, I can hold my liquor. I'm the new Keg King after all"

You held out your hand with your palm facing up, a small smile graces his face as he reaches out to slip his fingers through yours as the two of you walk through the crowd to his car.

This was the first time Billy took you for burgers and milkshakes.

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You bit down on the edge of the pencil as your eyebrows knitted together as they scribbled down on the paper of homework. You had almost completely finished it when the door bell rang. Your parents were out of town on a business trip, couldn't care less about you. You closed your notebook and textbook and dropped the pencil on the side as you slide off the bell. The door bell rang again, someone was impatient.

You hurried down the steps to the front door about to scowl who would interrupt you at this hour and there stood Billy on your doorsteps. His head was hung as his shoulders were slumped, his wore a white tank top with a pair of jeans and his hair looked a bit distrusted looking like he tugged on his or combed his fingers through his hair.

" Billy?" you called out to him. His head rose making you gasp seeing the tear eyes of Billy Hargrove. Those beautiful blue eyes were in tears and his cheeks stained with tears as more kept coming. His shoulders shook.

" Come in" you step aside letting him in. He walks through the door and his knees give out from under him as he collapses on the ground. You rush to wrap your arms around him, he hesitantly brings his head down to your chest as he cries. You don't push to ask him what's wrong, you hold him as you try to sooth him by rubbing his back.

Billy calmed down after some time and rose his head from your chest as he sat on the floor, staring at it. You waited for him to say something and he appreciated that you didn't push him, you understood that seeing him like this, this vulnerable, would have him come to you when he was ready.

You stood up from the ground going to the kitchen to get him some water when his hand shot up taking your wrist in his hand, stopping you. You glanced down, waiting for him to talk. He sniffled, " I'm-m s-sor-ry" his own eyes went wide hearing himself apologize which he doesn't do. He turns his face to look at you better and that's when you see it. The bruise on the side of his face.

He grabs your hand and you bring him up only causing him to stumble into you as he pins you to the wall, a slight chuckle came from him seeing the position you two were in. A red color paints your cheeks as you gaze at him. He glances down at you with hesitation, his heart is beating really fast and he doesn't know what to do. Instead, you bring your hand up to his face and brush your finger tips over the bruise on his cheek.

You didn't say anything but you were surprised as Billy leaned into your touch. No words were said between the two of you but the look on Billy's face showed you that he appreciate the way you comforted him.

" My father, Neil did that" he mumbles. But you hear it loud and clear, " Can I hug you?" you ask him seeing he liked affection but he was hesitant about it. Billy nodded. You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck, he buries his head into your shoulder as his own arms wrap around you.

You two stood there for god knows how long. Billy realizes from this moment that he likes your touch. He likes being close to you.

You make him dinner that night, he opens to you about his mother. He opens about his childhood, you share yours with him how your family pushed you away. You felt like you were alone.

" But you have Harrington and those others"

You nodded, a soft smile on your face.

" Steve is my best friend, we have been friends since we were little kids. He was my first friend, he lifted me up when I was done and I'm always going to be thankful for his friendship"

Billy stayed silent.

" Do you like him?" you snorted placing a plate of his food on the table. " Me? Like Steve? He's in love with Wheeler for christ sake, that boy shows heart eyes for her."

" Does it bother you?" you shook your head.

" I'm not into guys like Steve Harrington"

" What guys are you into then?" He picked up his fork and pokes at the food. He hasn't had a decent meal in a long time.

" Blue eye, have quite he reputation, freckles across their nose, loud car" you shrugged, he chuckled knowing you were talking about him.

For the first time, you saw Billy Hargrove smile.

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Billy was never the one to tell you he loved you first. He had a hard time expressing his feeling and he didn't need to tell you, he showed you. He bought you flowers, he gave you the softest kisses, his arms were always wrapped around you, his jacket would lay on your shoulder, he'd pin you the lockers and kiss you like it was the last kiss the two of you shared. You helped him with homework, rewarding him with a kiss if he got the answer right. He tolerated being around Steve for you.

He would leave notes in your locker telling you how much he cared about you. His eyes shined when he saw the way you and his step sister Max interacted. She was a little shit, but he loved that the two of you got close.

The two of you were intimate more times than you can count on your fingers. You loved him with all your heart.

You hadn't know when he got possessed by the Mind Flyer, he pushed you away and told you he didn't want to hurt you. You saw the struggle he was fighting behind his eyes. You already have met the rest of the kids, after Steve dragging you with Dustin and Robin with the whole Russian thing.

It took a toll on you when the kids trapped him in the sauna room, he begged for you to let him out, that he did bad things and that thing made him do it. He pleaded with tears in his eyes looking up at you hoping you'd let him out.

" He's activated " Will whispered to Mike, you had faintly heard it but kept your gaze on Billy. You hadn't noticed the piece of the floor he took in his hands, racing towards the door.

Max grabbed you just in time as Billy tried to reach you from the broken small opening.

" Let me out, you stupid bitch!" he yelled. Your own eyes in tears as you stepped back with Max in front of you. El was the one in front of you all, she was the one with powers and if one of you got hurt, she wouldn't know how to feel.

You watched as this Billy crashed through the locked door, he and El started to fight but you knew deep down there was your Billy inside. You wanted to help him, you didn't know how and it broke your heart.

All hell broke loose when the monster appeared at the StarCourt Mall, Billy and this monster were linked together. You watch from behind the corner as he put El down as she tried to scramble away from the monster.

It all flashed too fast as Billy hovered on top of El for a few moments but you stared at the monster that was losing. The kids had a plan, but your main focus was on Billy. Your feet took over as you ran to him, your hands reached out to Billy, but the Mind Flyer had it's own plan. Just before it grazed Billy, you tugged him away and stepped in front of him.

You weren't going to play the hero today as you thought as El dragged you away. The monster all of suddenly fell, Billy stood against the wall with his eyes closed catching his breath.

Everything was okay. For now.

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" I can't stay here, doll. I don't belong here and there is nothing for me here" Billy stood by his Camaro. His bags were packed in his car already.

" What about me? Don't I mean anything to you?" your heart cracked in two seeing he was quick to get out of Hawkins, leaving you behind.

" You do" you takes a step towards you and cups your face with both his hands. His thumb run over the adam apple of your cheeks looking down at you with love in his eyes. A tear falls down your cheeks with more coming.

It hurts Billy to see you like this but after everything with the Mind Flyer, he was scared. He didn't feel like himself anymore and he had to get away.

" I love you Billy" you spoke for the very first time those words. Hoping those words will make him stay. His own tears start to fall, " Doll.." you grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him down as you plant your lips on his, kissing him with all the love, all the want, everything you had for him. You put it all into that kiss. He matches your energy, kissing you back but pulls away too quickly for your account.

He looks at you with those shining blue eyes, those freckles that you love to trace with your fingers, that smile on his face. He only smiled at you like that. He did really love you and you were the best thing to happen to him.

" I love you" he whispers, pecking your lips one more time as he steps back. You watch as he walks to the driver seat of his car, he gets in and sits there for a moment. You run to the driver side looking at him, he turns his head watching as you sob your heart out and plead for him not to go.

" I love you" he mouths to you, " maybe I'll come back. To you." he says. Loud that you can hear him. You want him to say but he made his choice. He starts his car as he drives off leaving you on his street with your head hanging as you wrap your arms around yourself.

That evening, he took a piece of you with him and he never gave it back to you.

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It's been years since you last time saw Billy Hargrove. He didn't call. He didn't write. He didn't come back. He broke your heart that day. He never returned that small piece he took of you. Month later after he left, you found out you were pregnant. He was the only guy you have been with.

You broke the news to Steve, the kids, to Max and they all promised that they were going to be by your side. You weren't alone in this like you thought you would be.

Lilly Willow L/N

That became your daughters name. You gave her middle name to have a part of her father. She was the most beautiful little thing you have ever seen. She grew into the exact copy of her father with this dirty blonde curls and those blue eyes. Her freckles appeared on her nose just like Billy had.

Steve was over the moon, he had became Uncle Stevie to little Lilly. She was his Lilly Bear, he had bought himself a polaroid camera to take pictures of her every chance he could. Robin had taken those and put them in a scrap book gifting it to you on your birthday.

Your daughter was surrounded with so much love. She had a big family.

You didn't imagine falling in love with someone all over again. Steve had introduced you to Eddie, the mane of curls, those brown doe eyes, that goofyiness, the way his eyes lit up as he talked about what interest him.

" You're a pretty little thing" Eddie say as his eyes bore into your own. A hint of red flashes across your cheeks.

" I could say the same thing about you" his brown eyes grew wide as saucers, not being used to getting compliments. His cheeks had a hint of red, he was cute.

Steve smiled as he saw the way you looked at Eddie. He wanted to see you happy.

You were nervous when it was time to meet Lilly, you have been seeing Eddie for a few months and you were terrified he would leave you when he found out you were a mother.

" Eds" you call out to him. He rose his head to meet your gaze and he stood up straighter, combed his fingers through his hair as he spotted Lilly in your arms.

" Is this her?" he ask, his palms becoming sweaty as he took sight of the beautiful little girl with blue eyes. " This is Lilly, my little munchkin"

" Hi Lilly, I'm Eddie" she mumbled some sounds and giggled, her little hand reached out to him. " Oh" he looks at you in hesitation, scratching the back of his head as Lilly continues to want his attention. Her hands grab onto his hair, looking at it with wide eyes.

" You want to hold her?"

Eddie gulps and he holds out his hands, his heart racing at the thought of holding a small little one in his arms. Lilly placed her small hands onto his face, looking at him as he looked at her with his brown doe eyes.

"Just look at how precious you both are" you stared in awe at them with your heart swelling up at the sight. " Wait!" you raced to get the polaroid camera to come back to take a picture of them two.

The picture is in your bedroom, next to your bed.

Lilly adores Eddie, since she was a little one. Those two were irrespirable. You had hoped that nothing would come between this. At least that's what you thought.

[spencers-abit-weebish]

Friend-Zone

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Warnings: Slight talk of Trauma, Hades because they need to be their own warning, Typicsl COD violence

The One Where: Four Times Soap has noticed Hades actively avoiding the men of 141 and One time he finally gets to talk to them.

Pairing: Soap x Nb!Reader

A/n: Hades is non-binary, uses they/them pronouns and is described as looking androgynous for trauma reasons *jazz hands* (sorry I make jokes at poor situations)

W/c: 3.4k

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Soap walked into the gym on base with Gaz and Ghost finding that there were some members already occupying it. You and Tangled were on the sparing mats while Bang sat to the side watching you both.

“Hey guys” Bang turned back greeting the group of men.

“Gaz” Tangled smiles as she doubles over trying to catch her breath.

“I think it’s my turn to spar with Hades” Bang chuckles.

“Just give me a minute, one of these days I can hand them their ass” Tangled says.

“Take a break I’m gonna go find Missus and go over some mission reports” You avoiding eye contact with the men as you head to your stuff.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna spar with one of us?” Gaz offered seeing that you had barely broken a sweat while Tangled looked like she was dying.

You didn’t answer as you grabbed your bag. You ended up making the mistake of looking up and catching Soap’s eye who smiles. You quickly looked away and grabbed the rest of your stuff, leaving.

“Hades doesn’t train with men” Bang explained.

“Why?” Gaz asked. Tangled shrugged im response,

“Won’t tell us, just that if they train with a man there’s a slight chance that man won’t be alive by the end of training” Tangled said.

“They have some sort of PTSD against men?” Soap asked.

Bang and Tangled both shrugged, “We don’t know if it’s trauma or sexism” Bang said.

“We just know that Hades doesn’t like being around men for too long without the presence of a friend” Tangled added gesturing towards Bang and herself. Soap hums to himself looking at the door Hades had just walked out of.

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It was the middle of the night. Soap hadn’t slept at all due to having woken up in the middle of the day. Ghost always recommended going to the gym to wear of some steam so that’s exactly what he did.

What he didn’t expect was to hear someone else on the machines in there. Soap slowly walked in peaking around the corner. You were on one of the machines and due to how sweaty you were Soap could guess you had been there a while now. Soap watches as you got up removing your headphones and lifted your shirt to wipe the sweat off your face. Soap noticed the amount of scars littering your stomach, almost as if they were tally marks.

Soap remembered how Bang and Tangled said that you avoid men at all costs. He didn’t want to intrude on your workout but as he went to leave when he heard you talk.

“You can come workout, I was just about to leave” you said. Soap turned back seeing you were grabbing your gym bag bag.

“Uh, actually, ye think ye could spot me?” Soap asked heading over to the bench press.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I should get going” You told him as you scoff shaking your head. Your heartbeat was racing, anxiety spiking. You quickly make your way to the door stopping when Soap calls to you.

“How long ye've been here Hayds?” Soap asked. He noticed how you tensed up at the nickname.

“Few hours” You said softly as you went to leave again.

“Hey Hades” Soap called out right before you left. “Have a good night” He said. You felt the smallest bit of pressure relieve itself from your chest. You gave him a weak smile causing him to smile brightly in response.

When you stepped out of the gym, you leaned against the cold stone wall a hand pressed to your chest. But, Soap calling out to you, it felt different.

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“Damn” Soap mumbled to himself as he watches you be a one person killing machine.

“That’s why Hades always leads and we cover” Athena said patting his back with a chuckle.

“Hey LT, shouldn’t we pull back the reins before they get themselves hurt?” Bug asked.

“Not yet” Athena said looking over at Ghost and Soap.

A few members of the 333 were assigned a mission and took some of the 141 boys along with them for assistance. You and Athena were leading the mission with Bug, Soap, Otto, Ghost, and Tick.

“How about now?” Tick asked.

“Just cover them” Athena hisses as she shot at an enemy soldier.

“How about now!?” Ghost asked as another wave of soldiers came from behind him causing the team to find the nearest cover.

“Hades!” Soap yelled as he tackled you and pulled you to cover.

“Get off me” You yelled slashing at him. Soap grabbed the arm that was wielding the knife before quickly backing away from you. The knife was almost at his temple, thank the gods for helmets. You caught your breath for a moment before sitting up grabbing the rifle that fell to your side. “Fuck Soap, Don’t do that,”

“Sorry, we just got ambushed from the back” Soap said looking past some carts and boxes seeing the soldiers being taken down one by one. He watched as you crouched a little ways from him and started shooting at soldiers taking them down with ease.

“Wow you’re a good shot” Soap said as he set up his rifle following your moves.

“We all are, all of us are snipers” You smiled as you saw Otto shoot down someone.

“Witches got the pathway cleared, bloody good shots, all of them” Ghost said over the comms.

“How’re you doin’ Hades?” Otto asked.

“Fine” You said softly. Soap nervously glanced over at you seeing you stand up when Tick had finally got the last shot. You looked up at him as he stood giving him a curt nod. You reached over as if to pat him but decided against it.

Before he could say anything, you quickly went ahead Otto, Bug, and Tick joining you. You patted Bug’s back before taking the lead again.

“What happened?” Athena asked stepping to Soap’s side.

“Nothing” Soap shrugged with a small smile on his face. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the thought. You were about to pat his back like you did with Bug. He’d call that progress.

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Soap sighs heavily as he stands outside the room. He quickly knocks looking around.

“MacTavish, hey, what can I do for you” Athena smiles. Soap looks past her seeing Bug with his tactical gear still on and goggles watching SpongeBob. Athena chuckled opening the door showing Pain and Panic were also watching SpongeBob. “I like to make sure they wind down after a mission so rough like our last one, Hades is out at the arcade with Otto, and Tick” Athena said.

“Hi Soap”

“Hey Scotsman”

“Suds”

The three younger soldiers greeted him causing him to wave back. Athena steps out of the door way gesturing for Soap to enter. He does so, nervously wiping his palms against his jeans.

“Um, I’m actually glad there’s more of you I can ask, ya’ see. The mission we went on a while back, with Hades,” Soap struggled to get the words out as he talked directly to Athena while Pain paused the show looking over with Panic and Bug.

“What happened” Athena said sitting Soap down on one of the chairs at her table.

“I feel bad for it but also I don’t know- when we got ambushed from behind, and I tackled them. They tried to stab me and got really mad at me” Soap said.

“Oh, I see” Athena said.

“I- have we told you about Hades’s issue, with men?” Bug asked.

“Bang and Tangled said they have issues with men, but they didn’t know if Hades was sexist or if they felt with some trauma” Soap said. The 333 members in Athena’s room all looked at eachother before Athena sighed heavily.

“I’m not going to get too into detail because it’s not our place to say, but-“ Athena sighs taking a seat next to Soap. “Hades only recently came out to us as non-binary not too long after Pain and Panic joined the team about a year ago. Before that, before Hades even joined the 333, they were in a different task force. There was a mission that went incredibly wrong and their life went downhill after that. Hades suffered a lot mentally, emotionally, socially, and even physically for a long time. When I met them, they were planning on leaving the military permanently. I told them about 333, how we were all women, and if they let us help them we could. They told me what had happened and, while the men that caused their PTSD haven’t been found yet, let’s just say their former team doesn’t exist anymore. After they joined the 333 Hades started chopping off their hair, and trying to appear the least feminine as possible, because it scared them to look feminine, it still does. Hades’s issue with men is Trauma based and while they have gotten better about it. They’re still not comfortable being alone with men, and especially being tackled by one, even if you are a team mate” Athena said.

“I think out of all of us that have struggled with trauma coming from men, Hades has suffered the most” Bug said, the set of twins agreeing with him.

“You all have-” Soap cut off his question but they knew what he was asking.

“My father was abusive growing up” Athena said.

“I was 14 when I found out I was gender-fluid, living in a house with all men, when I said that sometimes I felt like a boy they ridiculed me and started abusing me and forcing me to do things to prove that I was a boy” Bug said.

“Panic and I have an older brother, and he wasn’t the best towards us, neither were his friends” Pain explained.

“I dated one of his friends” Panic says sighing heavily.

Soap sat back in his seat taking in all of the information he was given.

“The reason task force W.I.T.C.H is the way it is is because we want the world to be a safer place not only for women, but everyone. Women that have suffered what we’ve been though, kids that grow up in abusive households, LGBTQIA+ people that are too scared of what society will due to them if they come out. Otto and Missus have both been victims of hate crimes because they’re both into women and Tick… Actually I think Tick is the most normal one out of all of us” Pain said.

“Thank you, for telling me all of this. I had no idea” Soap said.

“Thank you for coming to us, as a team of mainly women were not very accepted when we team up with other task forces but you guys have been nothing but kind to us since we’ve come into your lives” Athena said.

“Do you all, have PTSD from those experiences?” Soap asked.

“Not as bad as Hades, I personally have a certain trigger but very rarely do I have an episode” Athena explained.

“Similarly to Hades, Pain try to distance ourselves from men we’re not comfortable with, that’s why you’ll never see them and Archer in the same room” Panic said, ending their statement with a teasing tone.

“I will rip his ears off and staple them to Toad’s forehead” Pain said simply.

“You’ve been spending too much time around Tangled” Athena pointed at the twin.

A knock at Athena’s door caused her to get up opening it.

“Oh my, they’re Beetlejuice” Bug whispered causing Pain and Panic to chuckle.

“Hades, hey, how was the arcade?” Athena asked.

“Fine, Tick was getting annoyed because little demons were roaming around so we left” You walked into Athena’s room, exhaustion clear in your tone, but stopped immediately when you saw Soap.

The man smiles softly at you causing you to weakly smile back offering a small wave.

“We were just winding down, watching SpongeBob, would you care to join?” Pain offered.

“Uh no- it’s fine- I was just-” You stumble over your words, something that wasn’t common. It was obvious that despite having your team with you, Soap’s present affected you.

“I think I should get going, Bang, Tangled, and Gaz wanted to go out for beers” Soap says getting up.

“Can I come?” Bug asked excitedly.

“Do you want to get in more comfortable wear first?” Soap chuckled. Bug smiles brightly as he runs out the room to his to get changed.

“Bugs a lightweight, you should keep an eye on him” You smile softly, lightly gesturing towards the door that Bug just ran out of.

“How do you know his pronouns?” Soap asked.

“He usually wears a piece of jewelry that’s a certain color for whatever he feels that day. He wears blue for boy, pink for girl, white for neither, and black for he doesn’t know/care” You explained before grabbing your dog tags, “Normally though he has a rubber coating around his dog tags, that’s the easiest tell”

Athena glanced back at Pain and Panic who were both grinning widely seeing you interact with Soap. It seems that your love and protection for the younger solider makes them more open to talking.

“Noted, and may I ask about you and Panic, I know you both identify as non-binary but any specific pronouns?” Soap asked. You smiles brightly causing the other 3 soldiers to be taken aback.

“I use they/them, but if you use She/her on me I don’t mind” Panic said as they looked over at you.

“I’m severely uncomfortable with she/her, I only use they/them” You said. Soap smiles brightly as he glanced at the door seeing Bug had come back. He was wearing baggy boyish clothing and Soap noticed the blue ring they had on their middle finger along with, as you mentioned, the border on their dog tags.

“I use he/him but wouldn’t mind hearing a they/them every now and then” Soap smiles turning his attention back to you.

“Noted” You said. You tried your best to hold back a smile, a genuine smile, but Athena and the twins knew you well enough to tell that you were getting comfortable.

“Ready to go my boy?” Soap asked ruffling Bug’s hair. Bug smiles brightly nodding his head. “Goodnight you guys” Soap smiles back at the room of W.I.T.C.H members before leaving with Bug to meet up with Tangled, Bang, and Gaz.

“Hades” Panic says squinting their eyes at their Lieutenant as Athena closed the door behind the two soldiers.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like Soap?” Pain asked teasingly. You tighten your lips into a flat line.

“They’re okay I guess, I mean-” You sigh heavily through your nose as you sit down in the chair Soap was in previously. “Gaz is okay to be around as long as I have Tangled with me but it feels like I’m third wheeling so I try to avoid it,” You start to explain. “Price is okay, I guess I’m more comfortable with him than any of the others since he’s a superior and Missus has a lot of trust in him. Ghost, I’m okay with as long as I’m not alone with him, but Soap…” You trailed off not really having an opinion on the Scotsman.

“Get to know him some more Hades, he’s a lot like Bug only more calm” Athena offered gently.

“I know, none of these guys are bad, if anything they’re the best group of men we’ve worked with. I just- I don’t want to have an episode” You were clearly a little frustrated as you groan dropping your head against the table.

xxx

“Soap!” You tackled the Scottish soldier to the ground dragging him behind a dumpster as you avoid flying bullets. Otto was already hidden behind the dumpster and immediately starts tending to Soap.

“Fuckin’ steamin Jesus” Soap groans as he supports his forearm that just got shot.

“You bloody idiot” You said as you set up your rifle. You stand up protectively over Soap and Otto as you start shooting back.

“Archer make yourself useful and cover us, we’re right under your building” Otto said into her comm.

“Trying my best up here Doc Ock, you guys aren’t the only ones in a bit of a pickle” Archer respond.

“Hades, on your 6” Toad says. You turn around shooting one enemy soldier that came from behind while Toad had gotten the other one.

“We got the target, evac is less than 10, start heading to RV” Athena says.

You look down at Soap and Otto, the doctor already bandaging his arm while the Sergeant played with the bullet she had pulled from him.

“Ready to go?” You asked crouching down a hand on Soap’s shoulder.

“Are you good to fight?” Otto asked. Soap nods his head as the two pack their stuff and grab their weapons.

“Hades lead, I’ll cover our backs Soap you stay in between us” Otto orders.

“Excuse me I thought I was the Lieutenant”

“When we have someone injured I’m in charge” Otto replies. You only chuckles as you start leading the way back to rendezvous.

“Archer come down” You said into the comms.

“Coming down L.t” Archer responds.

When they were met face to face with a few enemies you didn’t hesitate to shield Soap and Otto as they went to shoot. You fired first taking them down but one of them managed to hit you causing you to stumble back into Soap’s arms

“Hades!” Soap and Otto yelled.

“I’m fine, these bigots have worse aim than storm troopers, only one of them hit my vest” You said patting yourself down. When you feel the hands holding onto your vest you look at Soap who seemed worried. He realized how he was holding you and quickly let go with an apology. Archer had finally met up with the three of you, the team of four meeting up with the rest of 141 and 333.

In the infirmary Otto checked out the shot you earned to see you were getting the bruise under your vest while Soap got his arm checked out.

“Should heal in about a week, we shouldn’t have a mission soon so as long as you put this on it daily you should be okay” Otto said handing you an anti-bruising ointment.

“What would I do without you” You joked as you get up from the hospital bed.

“Die probably” Otto jokes before going to check on the other team members. You looked over at Soap who was with Tangled, Bug, and Gaz. You take a calming breath, popping a few of your bones as if you were warming yourself up for a fight

“How’re you feeling?” You asked walking up to him.

“Could be better, Doc Ock says I can’t do much until I get the stitches removed which should take about a week” Soap says gesturing to the woman smacking Price upside the head because he wouldn’t let her tend to the gash on his calf. “How’s yer stomach?” Soap asked.

“Just a bruise, thankfully my vest did it’s job” You said lifting their shirt enough to show the bruise and a bit of the scarring in your stomach. Completely forgetting about the scars you had.

“How’s you get those?” Gaz asked, earning himself an elbow to the rib from Tangled. Soap noticed how uncomfortable you immediately got as you dropped the hem of your shirt letting it fall back into place.

“Funny story, I have a scar right on my v-line from a biking accident” Soap says lifting his shirt. The scar was rather thin and obviously old as he traced it with his pinky finger “Was mountain bikin’ with some friends when I was a wee bit lad, going down hill I lost control and flew right off, sliced myself on a rock” He said. Soap could feel the way you warmed up, grateful for the shift in attention.

“I wonder how many of your scars are from stupid stuff you’d done before joining the military” Gaz said.

“I actually hold the record for that, most of my scars are outside military related accidents” Bug says.

“They still have a scab from taking a tumble the day before we came here” You chuckled causing Bug to scrunch his nose at you. But after some teasing and taunting from Gaz and Tangled he lifted the sleeve of his shirt showing the thin but long scab going down their outer arm. Soap glanced at Bug’s hand seeing a black bracelet on their wrist, then at his dog tags that had a black border.

“Accident prone, good to know” Gaz chuckles patting Bug’s head after she rolled her sleeve back down.

“Ghost holds the record for most scars” Soap teased glancing around for his dark counterpart only to find he wasn’t in the infirmary anymore.

“Emotional, Mental, or Physical?” You asked.

“Yes” Gaz and Tangled responded in unison nodding their heads. You hummed to yourself, a small reminder that you didn’t know these men as well as you profiled.

“Bug let me take a look at you, I know you have bruises on you young man” Otto said patting the bed that Price was just on.

“Hey could ye grab me a drink, I’m still here until the nurse gets me my pain medication” Soap asked, his question directed towards Gaz.

“Sure, I’ll be back, you two want anything?” Gaz asked you and Tangled. Tangled spared a glance at you. You silently gestured with your head for Tangled to go ahead and go with Gaz. Tangled raised their eyebrows as if asking if they were sure to which you responded by nodding.

“I’m good mate, thanks though” You said.

“I’ll go with you” Tangled said as she left with Gaz.

You moved yourself to sit in the chair in front of Soap. You slightly grunted due to the pain in your abdomen but nothing Soap had to worry over. Though he was more focused on something else anyways.

“Ye took a bullet fer me” Soap says.

You sigh leaning back in your seat leaving your head against your hand that was propped up against the arm rest. “I Know

“I know yer not the biggest fan of men. Athena told me ye have some past issues, thank ye, I really appreciate it” Soap says.

Hades sighs heavily sitting themself straight on the chair.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” They start off causing Soap to be confused. “The only reason I’m okay being around Price and Gaz is because Tangled and Bang made me be around them a lot. But you, you did it all on your own” Hades said.

“That’s a good thing right?” Soap asked.

“I guess” Hades shrugged, smile slowly forming on her face.

“I’m glad, I’d hate for ye to be uncomfortable ‘round me, and please let me know if I ever do anything to over step yer boundaries” Soap said sincerely.

“Thank you Soap, that means alot to me” Hades said.

“Call me Johnny”

Hades smiles as they stand up offering their hand to him.

“Friends?” They asked. Johnny smiles down at their hand happily taking it.

“Friends”

xxx

“Missus, look” Athena nudges her superior who was talking to Price. She gestures over to Hades who was sitting across from Soap.

“Are they-” Missus cuts herself off as Price scoffs in disbelief.

“Well I’ll be damned, can’t be surprised anyways, if anyone was going to crack Hades’s distaste for men it was going to be Soap” Price says.

“What do you mean by that” Athena said.

“He’s been a lovesick puppy over them ever since you all arrived, Soap’s a very determined man, he’ll do anything in his power to be an amazing friend to someone” Price said.

“Lovesick puppy you say” Missus teases.

“He’s already in the friend-zone, let’s see if he can make it to the next level” Athena smiles.

xxx

“What's that scar from” Hades asked gesturing to the small white scar on his chin.

“First time I shaved” Soap said with slight embarrassment making Hades chuckle.

“Who knows, you might have Bug beat on most non-military related scars”

xxx

A/n: As always let me know if there are any grammar errors and if you have any requests relating to the 333 don’t hesitate to ask 🫶

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