#but damn please don't put unnecessary pressure on me

[daedelweiss]

because i'm getting a bit more messages like this here's your reminder to

✨stop asking for when Life Mission will update✨

/gen

doing so will just give me unnecessary pressure which ain't good for my mental health which i need to keep decent to make life mission stuff :DDD

it will update when it will update. be patient and don't ask pls :D

[jessybarnes]

Fandom: The Gray Man

Title: Bound

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 782

Tags: Smut, slight angst, dirty talk, bondage, bound and gagged, Blindfolds, choking, make up sex, fingering (female receiving), orgasm denial, begging, implied oral (male receiving), drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it

Written For: @kinktober2023, @anyfandomgoesbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @thebo3bingo

Squares Filled: Kinktober Day 1 - I4 Bondage // Any Fandom Mixed Bingo - G2 Dirty Talk // Any Fandom Angst Bingo - G5 Blindfolds // Any Fandom Kink Bingo - G2 "I can be good, so good! I swear!" // Any Fandom Dark Bingo - I2 Bound and Gagged // Bad Things Happen Bingo - I2 Choking // BO3 Bingo - B4 Make Up Sex

Beta: Just Grammarly

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: I apologize that this is posting a day late. I had to go to the doctor and couldn't get this edited in time to post it. Day 2's drabble will be posted later tonight. :)

"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."

Lloyd sits in a chair across from you nursing a glass of bourbon. His posture is calm, but the stern look in his eyes tells you he's anything but.

You've been mounted to the St. Andrew's cross for nearly a half hour now, and you're getting antsy.

The mission you two had gone on was a success in your eyes, but Lloyd isn't focused on the computer you two were able to recover. No. He's choosing to focus on the unnecessary details.

"Baby, I've been up here since we got home. Please, can I get down?"

He takes a sip of his drunk, swirling the ice around in the glass.

"I'm admiring the view."

You sigh. "I know why you're mad, and I'm telling you, I didn't mean it. We wouldn't have gotten the damn laptop if I hadn't flirted with that idiot."

Lloyd's jaw ticks. Just the memory of seeing you, his girl, dancing with some other asshole makes his blood boil. He downs the rest of his drink and relishes the feeling of warmth in his chest.

"Will you just punish me already? I really need a shower."

He slams the glass down on the table so hard that you're surprised it's not broken. His eyes are dark with possessiveness as he approaches you, his hand wrapping around your throat.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it, Y/N! His fucking hands were all over you, touching what belongs to me!"

Lloyd loosens his grip on your neck allowing you to take in air again. He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on your bottom lip until it opens.

"You're mine. And I'm gonna keep you up here until it sinks in, you got that?"

You huff and roll your eyes making his narrow to thin slits.

"Better watch it, Sunshine, you're askin' for it."

"I am asking for it, Lloyd." The tone of your retort makes his cock twitch.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold off the dresser and fastens them in place.

"You oughta be using that smart mouth of yours for something more useful. Maybe I should stuff it full of my dick."

His voice is teasing, but you can't help but want him to do just that. Your panties are soaked from the feeling of the leather cuffs and the sensory deprivation, and you can't help the strangled moan that fills the room when his fingertips brush your clothed clit.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like you liked dancing with that other man earlier, didn't you?"

You shake your head no and he chuckles.

"Yeah, somehow I don't believe that, Sunshine. You may not have liked the dancing with him part, but you knew it would piss me off and lead me to punish you. And you like being punished, don't you?"

You huff and give him a nod before rolling your eyes once more. He notices and growls deeply.

"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm the only one who gets to cum tonight. You got that?!"

You whine and nod as he pulls your panties to the side.

"Look at this fuckin' mess you've made. Soaking wet and I haven't even done anything. You're hungry for it, aren't you?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he plunges two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and hard.

"Look at me, Y/N. You're mine. This pussy, these tits, this ass, this whole body belongs to me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this."

Your strangled moans echo throughout the room as you feel yourself about to cum, but right before the dam breaks Lloyd pulls away making you whimper.

"No, not yet. You don't deserve it, but if you're a good little girl and ask very nicely, Daddy will let you suck his cock."

You try to talk around the ball gag and he chuckles.

"If I take that off are you gonna be polite?"

You nod eagerly and he removes it from your mouth. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and Lloyd's eyes hone in on the movement.

"Go on, Sunshine. Tell me why you think you should get to cum."

He thrusts his fingers back inside you but keeps them still. A soft moan falls past your lips and he chuckles as your pussy clenches around them.

"I can be good, so good! I swear!"

Lloyd clicks his tongue and leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, I'd be very good if I were you, Y/N. That's the only way you're getting what you want tonight."

[whispereons]

You don't understand how much your sagau save me. Like, I've been in burn out for so long that I forget when was the last time I was giggling so hard and need to stay silent to not wake anyone in my family. I'm literally punching the walls right now. I know that started reading AU at 11pm sounds like a bad idea, but do I care?? Of course not. Your writing is a miracle and I will eat this whole feast and sleep like a toddler the moment I finished reading all your works.

On the other hand, I'm feeling rather sad because I found your account just now, like, how the hell I've been missing out so much?? And have I talked about the effort you put into your works?? I can't stop reading it again and again because of how interesting it is, and everytime the chapter reach the end, it always managed to make me hooked and make me eager to read the next chapter. I like how you write the characters, the narration, and how it's not even once make me feel bored (which is rare), your choice of words, literally how you managed to keep the story going without putting to much words or unnecessary actions that can make reader lose its spark when they read.

Im literally writing this while having headache and started to hear some damn hallucinations by how sleep deprived am I but your writing, oh my god, I know I sound exaggerating but if Shakespeare managed to reincarnated into this world, you would put him in so much shame that he will crawl back to his grave.

Btw I forget what I'm supposed to write. Oh yeah your sagau is so delicious and I can't wait to finished them ASAP. Please take care of your health, your writing is so good that it's make me hungry for more (please don't feel pressured about this, I swear I'm normal about your works and will wait no matter how long you finished it), and have a nice day and may your dream is filled with warmth every night.

I finally get to answer this one! I originally read the first half in class while I was on break and BRO I WAS ABOUT TO CRY

Like everything you're saying that you love about my writing was bombarding me. It's such a nice feeling thank you so much! That comparison to Shakespeare was wild, pretty sure writing was his day job while I took like 2 English classes in my whole college course.

I really hope you slept Anon, headaches and hallucinations are crazy. Again thank you!!! I hope you liked the new chapter <3

[v3nusxsky]

Peer pressure

*Authors note~ I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to this love I hope it's okay*

Trigger warnings~ peer pressure, alcohol drugs stick and pokes easily led r and depression

Prompt~ Hey idk rly how requests work but I wanted to request a lesso x reader H&C fic -where the reader kinda has like a mental breakdown cuz their friends keep pressuring them into like drinking and drugs and stick and pokes and they're just tired of doing stuff they don't really wanna be doing and having to hide it from everyone- idk just some personal issues I'm going through that I need some comfort for if u do write it id really appreciate it and I don't really want credit but it's fine if u don't do ya thanks also I love ur writing it helps me a lot so thanks for that <3 requested by mystery272722 on wattpad

You'd always been told you were easily led. In a world full of Shepard's and sheep, you were undoubtedly a sheep. A follower of anyone really. You aimed to please, and if you didn't you worried you'd lose the person or that you'd somehow lost your worth. This is what made you vulnerable and easy to exploit, despite knowing that you were powerless to stop. Seeking validation and friendship and finding it in the wrong crowd.

You liked to think you were a good student, as good as a never can be anyway. But this new group of friends you found yourself in seemed to be the complete opposite. The first hint was when they encouraged you to go drinking. You didn't really want to drink, alcohol wasn't your thing, but every time you said no your friends would keep pushing you to. That night you ended up caving and telling them "just one" which ended up being an awful amount, so much so you had no idea just how much alcohol was floating around in your system. The hangover you were going to have in the morning would be one hell of a bitch to deal with. Yet your friends were no where to be seen in the morning, probably off nursing their own hangovers. You promised yourself you'd be stronger next time.

The next time was when a few of them decided to get high. It wasn't something you ever wanted to try, you had no interest and truly you hated the smell of it. Yet you still wish d to keep your friends so you went with them, knowing you'd told them you wouldn't be smoking. Oh how wrong you'd been. They let you get comfortable before adding on the pressure, goading and taunting you into smoking with them. "Don't be a baby, it's just a little smoke" they whined watching as you coughed and spluttered after taking a hit. It tasted god damn awful, you didn't understand why anyone would want to do this willingly. Upset with yourself for not being stronger you managed to break away from the group.

The third time they were doing stick and pokes. You didn't want one, if you were going to get tattoos then it would be done in a shop by a trained professional, not some drunk and high 17 year old in the schools classroom. Truly you wondered why they choose to set up here, after all a classroom? But you left them too it, until the pressure became too much. "It doesn't even hurt why are you such a whimp" the whined trying to catch you and put you in the chair. "No thank you. I don't want to" you whimpered trying to stand up to them only to fail. They'd caught you and held you still in the chair.

Just as the needle pierced the skin and you let out a pained cry. That cry alerted Leonora Lesso to come and see the room, the sight that met her truly broke her heart. Your so-called friends holding you down as you cried. Instantly, she began barking orders at you all, dismissing the unnecessary students before ensuring they let you go. You were instantly up, out of the chair and into her arms. Your sobs wrecked your body as you clutched your arm to your body. Her hand soothingly ran up and down your spine before instructing your friends to be taken to the doom room. Maybe if you were willing to have the stick and poke she could've turned a blind eye, but seeing how distressed you were she knew they had to be punished.

"Sweetheart, you should never be forced into something you don't want to do. And if your friends don't listen to you Angel then they aren't good friends to have" she finished her little speech she dropped a quick sweet kiss to your head before asking to see your arm. You allowed her too and she gently healed the small pokes. "There sweetheart it never happened, if anything should ever happen like this I want you to come and find me okay Angel" you nodded in conformation that you would before just soaking in her motherly embrace.

Word count~ 861

[stars-before-sunrise]

Not a Kid Anymore (2)

Summary: Megumi is intent on proving to you that he's a man now... and God fuckin' damn.

Genre: romance, smut

Characters (aged up): Fushiguro Megumi x female reader

WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral female receiving, 18+ content, slight breeding kink, minors dni, unprotected sex (don't be a hog, cover your log). Megumi is snarky(?) cocky(?) but also gentle here

prequel -> Not a Kid Anymore (1)

(images: pin , pin)

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Megumi had you sitting on his desk, the way he was kissing and nipping your neck almost made you pass out.

He was a tease, alright.

Your hands both on his shoulders, he had one hand around the back of your neck, almost forcing you to lean so that he could kiss your neck better, while his other hand on your thigh, his thumb inching dangerously closer to your core.

"Gumi.." You breathed out.

He hummed, pretending as if he wasn't doing anything to you. Which was true, he hadn't even started.

Megumi let you go, sitting on his bed while using his hands as support, motioning you to sit on his lap.

"Well?" He smirked, "Don't act like you don't want to."

It wasn't as difficult of a decision as you thought it would be. Megumi oozed confidence and it made you feel a little bolder too. Not to mention that you were already wet from his kisses.

You slowly climbed on the bed and put your legs on the sides of his thighs, lowering yourself down until you could feel his crotch on yours.

He was already hard.

You gulped, hands roaming around his chest, wanting to see his body again.

Megumi was enjoying the service. Your hair was a mess, lips swollen, and he could feel you clenching on top of him. He wanted to see just how much you wanted him too.

Your arms slowly snaked around his neck, trying to pull him in for another kiss, but he wouldn't budge. You frowned and looked at him, almost begging him to do something.

"Megumi.."

"Yes?" He raised a brow, "I want to hear you say it, babe."

This man was really pushing your limits.

You groaned and buried your head in the crook of his neck. An idea popped into your head, and you smiled coyly.

With your arms still circled around his neck, you started grazing your lip along his collarbone. Your breasts pressed tightly against his chest as you dragged your tongue from his neck up to the shell of his ear.

"Please, Gumi.."

With a slow grind against his constrained cock, Megumi quickly switched positions so he was on top. "Don't tease me, baby."

He took off his clothes in the speed of light, he's down to his boxers. His hands made their way to your waist, pulling down the skirt you wore. "Take off that shirt for me baby, I want to see all of you."

Your heart felt like it was about to jump from its place. With your face still flushed with adrenaline, you unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in a matching lingerie set.

"It's like you're expecting this to happen," Megumi smirked even more.

"I wasn't—" Your words were cut short as Megumi traced his finger around the wet spot on your panties.

He raised his brow at you, "you were saying?" His fingers didn't add any pressure at all. It was just there, grazing ever so lightly.

Noticing your frustration, he finally pushed your panties to the side and touched your outer lips. "So wet for me.."

You could only whine, begging for him to touch you.

Megumi got down and propped himself on his elbows. Your panties long gone, you were completely exposed to him. Your scent intoxicated him. He swiped his tongue across the surface, dipping slightly into your core, flattening it as he touched your clit. "Holy fuck—"

He started a slow pace with his tongue, sucking here and there. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. One of his hands reached the clasp of your bra, undoing it and finally removing the unnecessary clothing.

"Oh, Gumi..." You moaned, hands massaging your own breasts, and the sight drove him crazy. Your panting breaths, eyes locked on him. Your hand reached out to hold his, and he laced his fingers with yours.

You kept moaning out his name and bucking your hips. Megumi used his other hand and brought it to your entrance, pushing two fingers inside your aching pussy and curling it.

"Fuck! Megumi!"

Jackpot. He smirked and increased his pace. His tongue was lapping up all your juices while his fingers were unforgiving, constantly hitting your sweet spot until you came all over him.

Your mind wasn't sure if this was really happening. The orgasm was so intense your mind turned hazy. Tears ran down your face and Megumi wiped them away, kissing you once again.

"You okay?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah," You let out a laugh, kissing him again.

Your hands roamed around his body while he had his on your breast, giving them the attention they deserved. Your hands stopped at the waistband of his boxers, dipping one finger and tracing it, pulling down gently to give him a hint of what you truly wanted.

Megumi complied and took off his boxers. He was much, much bigger and longer than you expected. You had to swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. You got on your knees and you gave it a few long licks from the base to the tip, but before you could fully take him in your mouth, Megumi stopped you.

"Not tonight," He smiled sheepishly, "I won't last long if you do that."

"Okay," you smiled, "How.. How do you want me?"

Megumi smiled and kissed you, pushing you on your back. "I want to see you tonight," he kissed your jaw, "all of you," then he kissed your breasts, "you ready, baby?"

Megumi stroked himself on your entrance, teasing your clit with his tip. "Yes. Need you." You moaned, feeling his full length fill you to the brim.

"Oh fuck," Megumi groaned, intertwining your hands together. "You're fucking tight."

He snapped his hips up, earning a surprised yelp and a clench from you. "Looks like I don't have to be too gentle with you, huh?"

You tried to cover your face in embarrassment but Megumi held both of your hands above your head.

He kept an agonizing pace, it was slow and steady, he almost pulled all the way out before pushing himself back in. This went on for a while before you bucked your hips up.

"Megumi, please." You looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please?" He feigned innocence, "please what, baby? You don't like this? Is this not enough for you?"

You groaned and fought against his hand that was restricting you. Megumi loved seeing you like this, helpless, a mess, and looking at him with love. "Faster, please.."

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you before he increased his pace. But he was unforgiving. Your knees were raised to your chest, allowing him to fuck you even deeper you could feel him hitting your cervix oh so good.

A trail of curses, illegible words, and Megumi's name kept coming out of your mouth. "Fuck, Megumi! I'm gonna cum—"

"Me too, baby, me too." His pace quickened. "Fuck you're squeezing me so tight, baby. You feel so good."

"I'm gonna cum inside you baby," He groaned, "Gonna fill you up so good, yeah? You want my cum baby?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, Megumi I want your cum." You clawed at his back, feeling that knot in your stomach finally snapping and you creamed all over his cock.

Megumi's thrusts became erratic as he pushed deeper into you, making sure you got every last drop of his thick white cum. You let out a breathy moan as he pumped the last drop into you.

Megumi fell on your body and noticed you letting out a tired giggle. He chuckled and kissed your nose. He slowly pulled out of you and moaned, watching his cum drip out of your pussy. "How are you doing?"

"Tired," You cupped his face. "But in the best way possible."

Grinning, Megumi helped you up and carried you to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Megumi tried to let you stand up on the bathroom floor, but you lost your footing and he had to support you by the waist, chest to chest. Despite fucking you completely out of your mind earlier, a soft blush crept up to his cheeks.

You smiled and kissed him. "I'm sorry I've been treating you like a kid, Gumi."

He smiled, appreciating your honesty. "Does this mean...?"

"Let's.. Let's go on dates first, yeah? I've been blinded cause I only saw you as a kid, so I want to get to know you again. The real you." You were nervous. The Megumi you saw tonight wasn't the Megumi you knew 3 years ago, but there was still that something about him that you've always loved and cared for.

He nodded, hiding his red face in the crook of your neck. "I'd like that."

You hugged him tight and felt something poking your leg, and someone's peppering kisses on your shoulder. "Already???"

He grinned and smacked your butt, his hand lingering. "Can't help it, you're too sexy. Especially with my cum flowing out of you like that."

You looked down and noticed it had dripped down to your thighs, making you blush. "You need to calm your sex drive down."

Megumi hummed. "I didn't hear you complain just now."

You laughed while he kissed you and turned the water on. "Gumi, it's cold!"

"Oh? Well don't worry, I can warm you up."

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a/n: I.. really like how this turned out hahaha I hope those who read it enjoy it too ❤️

[spacemiddenzz]

so i was watching @super-metroid's stream of Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass (highly recommend by the way) and she fought Imaginary Numbers this time. I guess I just wanted to share my thoughts on it, since it's my favorite boss and all. This is gonna be a longpost and it's gonna have spoilers so the whole thing can be found under the cut.

So, to put it simply, this dungeon is about stress and confusion. It's about Jimmy's mind frantically trying to comprehend the high-level math that Andrew is teaching him on top of his schoolwork. Jimmy thinks that his dad is the smartest man in the world- this is hyperbole for sure, but the fact that Andrew is quite intelligent remains clear. Jimmy looks up to Andrew because of his intelligence- and because of this it means a lot to Jimmy to be praised by Andrew. He wants his dad to view him as intelligent as well, because, if a man as smart as Andrew thinks Jimmy is smart, he can't be wrong! And hell, it feels nice to be validated by your parents.

Clearly, Andrew has already recognized Jimmy's talent with numbers and has started teaching him concepts beyond the second-grade curriculum, something that we see in the flashbacks in the Symmetrical Cavern. However if Imaginary Numbers' design is anything to go by, these concepts may be at or above the high school level. They're too much for Jimmy to understand. He's only eight, and his mind just isn't ready for that yet. Still, he feels the pressure to keep up with- and understand- the work that Andrew gives him. Why? Because he fears failure. He worries that if he admits to his father that the work is too hard, Andrew won't see him as a "smart boy" any longer- and that praise and validation means a lot to Jimmy. He doesn't want to lose it.

Let's start with the song that plays during this nightmare dungeon- Counting Backwards From Infinity. From the erratic bassline to the random samples of people shouting numbers in no particular order over and over again, this song simply screams disorder and panic. As a person who has always struggled with math, it's incredibly relatable. Counting Backwards From Infinity always reminded me of taking math tests in high school. I was so slow that I almost never could finish a test in a single class period. The frantic, wild bass and the cacophony of people screaming numbers out of order reminded me of trying desperately to remember how to solve a type of problem- and do it quickly enough so that I could hand the test in before the bell rang. I imagine that this is how Jimmy feels when Andrew places in front of him a concept that the boy does not fully understand. Perhaps he's had it explained to him several times but still can't fully grasp it (likely because, again, the kid is eight). The wild confusion and stress he feels when he doesnt fucking understand what's in front of him and doesnt want to look like an idiot in front of his dad. Even the name of the song is a reference to the fact that at this stage of his life this stuff may be an insurmountable task.

The dungeon itself is also set up in an incredibly confusing way. There's a bunch of bizarre-looking purple structures and winding paths. You teleport all over the place with no particular rhyme or reason. The enemies in this area, too, are deformed geometrical shapes that are almost Lovecraftian in the way that they cannot be understood. To Jimmy, Andrew's teachings might as be as comprehensible as a Lumpagon or a Squiggles, and that's definitely the idea that one gets here. The confusion, the pressure, the panic.

At one point in the dungeon you're teleported to a fakeout area that looks like the Path of Enlightenment. This is my favorite thing about the Asymmetrical Cavern, because of the fact that it has so many cool secrets, but also because it gave me a feeling that I could (once again) relate to. Jimmy's teleportation to the Path of Enlightenment isn't random. It represents familiarity in a sea of confusion. Jimmy sees something he recognizes during Andrew's lessons. Maybe he thinks that he's finally got the hang of it- that he's studied hard enough and now all of this jargon makes sense- only to be rudely awakened by the fact that he's been doing it wrong and never understood the concept in the first place. Even the secrets kind of hint at this. If you speak to pointman in this part of the dungeon he says "I am the blood of numbers leaking from your ears. The nails of ignorance are already being driven into your brain. What point is there in giving voice to madness?" (which is metal as fuck by the way)

Jimmy just thinks that his inability to understand makes him an idiot. His lack of understanding- the nails of ignorance- are being driven into his brain. If he can't understand all of Andrew's teachings, maybe he was never a smart boy after all.

And finally let's talk about Imaginary Numbers itself. First of all, it's an amalgamation of a bunch of different mathematical symbols, including a tombstone, a slashed epsilon, and a sigma. I'm sure there are more, but those are the only ones I recognized, honestly. Given that dreams don't really make things up, instead just taking things that you have seen/experienced before, it looks like Jimmy has encountered some... seriously advanced shit. Tombstones are used in geometric proofs. I only started doing proofs in high school geometry, meaning that Jimmy may very well be learning concepts meant for kids twice his age. No wonder the poor kid is stressed.

Oh yeah, also the boss sucks ass to fight. I've heard some people call that bad game design, but I'm not sure that's how I'd classify it. Sure, like I said, the boss sucks complete ass to fight and is almost entirely RNG-dependent. From a gameplay standpoint, this is wack as hell, yeah. Fucking 30% chance to deflect any magical or physical attack with a 30% chance to dodge a physical attack on top of that? Definitely bad game design. But from an artistic standpoint? Not at all. In fact, the futility of this fight adds to it. It really drills into your head that the only thing on your side here is pure fucking luck. And the odds aren't in your favor.

The feeling of futility- of the fact that this may in fact be, by all definitions, an insurmountable task for Jimmy, really struck home the situation. The battle would not be nearly as impactful without this. And personally, I'm all for it. Imagine walking into the Asymmetrical Cavern for the first time, not knowing what to expect. You get your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Imaginary Numbers after it chains Program Omega at you five times in a row.

That's the feeling Kasey wanted to give you. And it's critical. It's just... so perfect, I honestly don't know how to put it into words. It was supposed to represent the confusion and turmoil of a task nigh insurmountable. And it did the job pretty damn well, if I do say so myself.

I know Jimmy is good at numbers and this wasn't supposed to represent a real struggle with the subject of math/the concept of numbers in general, but hot damn if I didn't feel seen. Except Jimmy is eight but I was like 17 struggling in precalc with the same shit. I guess we know Jimmy's smarter than I am rip

TLDR; andrew please stop putting unnecessary stress on your kid youre freaking him out

anyway if you guys have any thoughts about this boss or this dungeon in general i would love to hear them. but where im at its like 2 AM so im probably gonna it the mf sack for now. later dudes

[my-one-true-l]

It's me again 😇❤ Hope you don't mind. How about a scenario where the Wammy boys rescuing their kidnapped s/o? Thank you~

Hello Dearest lisutarid-a! I absolutely don’t mind at all! I adore your asks!!! 🖤

So sorry this took me a while! As I wrote these, they started approaching one shot length, so I had to seriously pare it back and keep in mind scenarios LOL!

Let’s go!

(as always, when there is BB, there is a trigger warning, just in case)

Our Dear L

“L, we’ve located where they’ve taken them.” Watari informed him hurriedly. “They’re just outside of-“

With heavy strides, L was already heading out the door. “I’ve already discovered their location.”

“I’ve assembled a team-“

“No, I’m retrieving them myself.”

“You can’t do it alone and I have already dispatched the team. I have instructed them to-“

“Watari, time is of the essence and brevity is of the utmost importance.”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” Watari followed him out the door.

                                                         ***

L clumsily darted to where they were bound to a chair and gagged, a ragged cloth shoved into their mouth restricting their cries for help.

While still tied to the chair, he hastily yanked the cloth from between their teeth. Falling to his knees, he took them into his arms the best he could.

“I’m so sorry. This is my fault. They wanted to get to me and they succeeded.” He stroked their hair as they buried their face into his shoulder. “I knew better than to act on-“

They leaned away from his embrace to stare him in the eye. “I’m safer with you than without you. You know this.” They reassured him as they nuzzle his nose with theirs. “Now, please untie me.”

Our Dear Near

“Rester, please get the car at once. I have sent you the GPS of our destination. Prepare for the possible altercation we discussed. Inform Gevanni and Lidner as well. I don’t expect this to go smoothly.”

“Will do.”

                                                       ***

Rester, Lidner and Gevanni secured the suspect with surprisingly little effort. They were a capable team and worked well together, united under Near’s command.

Near shuffled towards his Love, the bottoms of his socks getting blacker with every step, but it wasn’t a concern of his. In this moment, all he wanted was to see that they were alright.

He was not pleased with the sight that beheld him. They lay hunched on the ground, skin as white as his pajamas. They were not bound and he wondered why they didn’t come to him once the commotion was over.

In a rare display of emotion, Near ran to their side, skidding to the ground and stopping next to them. They clutched their stomach, red soaking through their shirt.

“Rester! An ambulance immediately!” he barked harshly at him.

They slowly turned their face, drained of color, towards him. “Near, I’m sorry. I think I’ve been badly hurt.” Their words were placid.

Near took them into his lap and they clung to him, leaving bloody hand prints on his crisp button down.

“You’re safe now. I refuse to let anything happen to you.” He cradled them close to him.

 “I believe you.” They cuddled close to his chest and closed their eyes.

 Our Dear Mello

Mello steadfastly approached the front of the warehouse. He didn’t care if they saw him coming or not. He wasn’t thinking of the consequences if they did see him. He had one objective and nothing was going to get in his way.

Fueled on by the thought of someone hurting the person he loves, he kicked the door in, alerting everyone to his presence.

Within seconds, three armed men turned to face him as they drew their guns.

“Let them go,” Mello demanded. “You wanted me and here I am.”

“You aren’t making the calls here,” one of them taunted him in return.

“That’s funny. I think I am.” Drawing a pistol in each hand, he took aim and fired.

Two of the three dropped, a bullet lodged in each of their chests. The third man shot at Mello, grazing his shoulder just beneath the burn that marred his skin. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger. The confrontation ended with a head shot to the last kidnapper standing.

He ran to his Love’s side. They were lying on the floor in the corner, hog-tied, a piece of duct tape silencing their screams for help.

Turning them so they were sitting upright, he hugged them tightly against his chest. “It’s ok. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He took his switchblade and cut the ropes that bound them.

They looked up at him with teary eyes, trying to convey their appreciation.  

“Ok, baby, this is going to hurt. I’m so sorry.” He picked a corner of the duct tape that muted them and with one quick motion, tore the tape from their lips.

“AH, you stupid bastard, you coulda gotten killed!” They threw their arms around him. “You’re bleeding.” They gently touched the gunshot wound just below his scar, applying pressure with their bare hand.

“Heh, that’s nothing,” he smirked kindly at them, not wanting to convey how much it actually hurt. “I’ve gone through worse.”

 Our Dear Matt

“How the fuck did I let this happen?”

The taillights of the car that held his Love were getting farther and farther away.

He floored the gas pedal and sped towards them, a cloud of dust was all that stayed behind.

There was no excuse. No explaining it away. He may not have been the direct reason they were taken, but the company that he kept was directly associated to this nightmare.

If he ever got them back, he would change his ways. Immediately. No looking back. No returning to old habits.

Suddenly and without warning, the car he was pursuing pulled over. The back passenger side door opened and a figure fell from the backseat and slumped to the ground. The vehicle then sped away into the night.

Pressing the clutch as he stomped the brake, he gripped the stick shift and dropped it into neutral, skidding to a stop a few feet from where the heap lay motionless on the side of the road.

Jumping from the car, he ran to them. Relief washed over him as he saw them sit up.

“Damn it! Are you ok?” He carefully reached a hand to them. He didn’t want to touch them for fear they were injured. “Did they hurt you? Fuck.”

“They just smacked me around a little. No big deal.” They took his hand but glared at him. They blamed him and he knew they should. “Do you owe him money or something?”

“No, I pissed him off the other day when he and his friends  were over at the house. He said he would show me. I didn’t think he would take it this far or be this big of a dickhead. I’m sorry.” There was no amount of apologies that could take away the guilty feeling that settled in his chest. He wrapped his arm around them as they leaned into his shoulder.

“Never again, Matt. I mean it.” Their words were stern, but their eyes housed tears that were about to flood their face.

“I know.”

Our (or maybe just my) Dear Beyond

Beyond stalked with purpose in the darkness that surrounded the house his love was being held in. With his black hoodie drawn up over his head, he became one with the shadows. He was quiet as death as he broke the lock on the back door and slithered through an opening he should have never been able to squeeze through.

With silent steps he navigated the pitch black that enveloped the house, letting the muffled voices guide him to where they were being held until the glow of a solitarily lit room came into his sights.

“You’ll make for a lovely plaything, so young and pure.”

“Please, just kill me.”

“Perhaps. I’m sure you’d be just as much fun to me dead as alive.”

Beyond burned with a rage that had no rival. He slinked into the background, removing a serrated hunting knife from the recesses of his pocket.  With a swift and singular motion took the man from behind. With unnecessary fervor, he palmed his adversary’s face as he sliced his throat from ear to ear. Beyond dropped the carcass to the floor as the life span that had once hovered over him blinked from existence, head hanging limply and quickly being swallowed in blood.

He placed a sanguine-soaked hand on each of his Love’s cheeks. “Did he hurt you? Did he fucking put his hands on you? I’ll ki-”

He stopped short. He already had.

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t touch me,” they answered with shaky words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let him get me.”

“This is not your fault.” He took the knife and cut the ropes that held them. “This is why I don’t ever want you to leave my side. Do you understand now?”

They nodded with a lowered head, deferring their eyes from his. “What happens now?”

“I burn the house to the ground,” he said matter of factly. “There’s a can of gasoline by the door.”

“I have matches in my coat pocket.”

“Very good, my darling.” He kissed them on the top of the head and petted them like an obedient dog. “You’re a very big help to me.”

[decisionsjournal]

The M Situation

Facts: I had this complicated relationship with this girl (let's call her Haiku) who I've liked for the past four years but who didn't like me back, but we've been friends throughout that time. But although we're friends, I still secretly want her. And she sometimes leads me on by playing on my emotions and giving very mixed signals about what she wants from me, and I always got confused and frustrated and emotional, like what do you want from me. Anyways, the complicated circumstances mean that I've done some pretty dumb shit just to please her. Typing this now I realize I've just been doing shit human beings have been doing for ages: wanting attention just for the sake of it, people using dirty tricks to get you in their corner and you just being damn stupid and gullible. To top things off, she's also a pretty nasty person, and I know this sounds like what people say when they're over other people, but truly she was nasty. She was insulting and deriding. She never liked me for who I am and always tried to 'gentrify' me. She had this crazy demands that put unnecessary pressure on me. And she used to compare me to other people, something I really hate and I'm insecure about. She had like the weirdest friends, I didn't really like them 'cause they gave me a bad vibe. And I genuinely do not trust her 'cause I felt she portrayed a bad image of me behind my back instead of saying good things about me to people like a normal friend would. Anyways, after a long time of trying to let go of her (I have issues with letting go of things), I've finally done it. I'm no longer talking to her. And we share friends so we do meet sometimes but there's no longer that closeness as there was before. I don't blame her for all of it though. I'm choosing to be responsible for not seeing the signs, not accepting the facts and cutting things quick. I made the friendship deepen, making it harder to let go. Now she uses plays like she misses me and I'm her favorites friend to try to pull me on but I'm not going back to that shit. Maybe she means it, who knows. What I want is to feel real again.

Decision: No longer close friends with her. Restrict interactions to Hi's, general greetings and small talk in public.

New facts: The girl keeps texting me, saying she wants an explanation for why I'm no longer talking to her. It's kind of my fault really, I myself texted her saying I'll give her an explanation but now I'm trying to back out from that. Really in a situation like this, one should just leave and let the person take the hint that you're no longer wanting to talk to them, so that is my bad.

Decision: You can't avoid it, so tell her why you're not talking but in a succinct way that doesn't give way to convincing or further explanation.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Us Papyrus and Uf Papyrus with a male S/O because most the time even if the S/O isn't gendered do they almost always have a fem body in most imagines that I have seen let's give the guys some love? Have no idea for anything specific except that I would love some fluff, maybe cuddles, anything will do :D though I got a sort of idea while writing this, the skellies realising they are falling for their male friend who they are not sure swing that way? I don't know anymore, you decide~

(alright, i apologize for taking a bit to finish up this prompt! you’re absolutely right, there’s nowhere near enough plainly-stated male s/o content for those sweet skeleton feelings around… i’m happy to give this a shot- so let’s see what may be brewing for Stretch and in Edge’s mind on that front, shall we~?

US Pap:

“Okay, seriously, how do you get a huge mixed flavor box of popsicles and only have blue ones?”

You shot an exasperated look over your shoulder at Stretch, who was watching you with his usual tired grin while he took a drag at his cigarette. He shrugged amicably, his gaze turning briefly towards his brother’s room - it was unoccupied at the moment, as Blue had decided to go out training with Alphys.

“would you believe me if i said that Blue buys six boxes at once, then sorts them into single flavor boxes and delivers the other flavors to friends with the matching taste?”

“… Holy… okay, damn. Yes. Yes I would. That ridiculously kind-hearted son of a…”

You shot one last lingering look to the box of popsicles, but grimaced and shuddered briefly and opted to grab yourself a soda instead. You shut the freezer with a bump of your elbow and moved to flop back down on the couch next to your best friend.

“not a fan of that flavor, then?”

You tilted your head back with a groan before meeting his genuinely curious look. “Blue raspberry? Hell no. I mean, it’s cool, Blue can like what he wants, but…” you shuddered again before taking a swig of your soda, as if to wash the ghost of a remembered taste from your mouth. “Just… no way. I mean, first off - it’s only blue because there were too many ‘red’ flavors, so they chose to make cherry flavors darker, watermelons lighter, that sort of thing, and just decided raspberry could screw off to an antifreeze blue color, as if that was a reasonable choice - and second, the raspberry flavor. It’s actually mostly freaking pineapple and banana mixed flavoring you’re tasting, did you know that? I just… nope. Not gonna do it. I may eat junk, but I’ve got junk standards, dammit.”

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… You realized that you had definitely veered into outright ranting about artificial flavoring. You colored slightly, biting back the urge to curse at having just essentially insulted Stretch’s beloved brother’s favorite flavor. Oh hell, maybe it was his too-? You knew Stretch had a thing for honey, that was more than obvious even without how much you two had been hanging out, but…

You decided to take your odds and looked back at him with a bit of a sheepish grin. Much to your relief, he was grinning too, and - wait. Was that…

“Uh. What’s up, Stretch?” You asked, your face heating just a bit further despite yourself. You forced your eyes away from his orange-tinted cheekbones and tried to recover further. “Er, I mean - sorry, didn’t mean to rant.”

He chuckled then, one of his hands lifting to rub at the vertebrae of his neck as his gaze shifted from you. “nah, don’t worry about it. it was just - er, nevermind,” he said, trailing off to a low laugh.

Your hand tightened around your soda just a fraction - the sound of his laugh always did funny things to your gut. You knew exactly why, but you weren’t going to go out on that limb when you didn’t know where Stretch stood - and even as you though that, your chest tightened a little.

Stretch’s gaze turned to your chest for just a flicker of a moment before meeting your gaze as you spoke again. “No, I mean - now I really wanna know,” you said with a laugh of your own, pushing aside your feelings with a practiced mental effort. You nudged his closer arm with your elbow, leaning just a bit further towards him to do so. “What, do I have a weird look on my face or something?”

You pulled a face as you spoke, putting special focus on talking just as casually as before even as you made the silliest, weirdest face you could manage. Stretch snorted so hard he nearly dropped his cigarette, the sound turning into a laugh as he smacked a hand to his face.

“stars, no - though that’s a good look on you,” he shot back with a waggle of his brow bones, and you shot him finger guns and a wink in return, which caused him to grin a little wider. “no, i just - uh, just was thinking about how… cute you are when you get into something you’re talking about like that.”

Your eyes flew wide open. You were stock still now, and you felt the rush of heat and blood take over your face.

Stretch now seemed to be finding a bit of paint on the opposite wall absolutely fascinating.

“I don’t - I - uh. You. You.. think I’m cute.” You couldn’t even quite phrase it as a question, your voice had gone dry and far too soft. Shit.

Stretch didn’t look back towards you, but you could see the orange glow becoming more intense against the line of his bones. “i mean - uh. sorry. sorry? i forgot - human guys don’t like to be called cute, right-”

His voice died as his head whipped back towards you - you, now sitting next to him, your arm now resting against his.

“No, I… thanks, Stretch,” you said, your voice still a little quieter than you wanted. It was your turn to look forward - wow, that really was a great spot of paint.

You could nearly feel the weight of his shocked gaze on you.

Then he lifted his hand to his mouth, tucking the cigarette between his teeth and putting his arm back down… around your shoulders.

“… anytime,” he said, his own voice just a hair quieter too. When you chanced another glance at him, you saw that he was looking back at you, a softer grin on his blushing face.

UF Pap:

“IF YOU DON’T CHOOSE TO SKIN THAT INSOLENT FOOL ALIVE WITH YOUR WORDS, I WILL.”

“Edge, c’mon, he just spilled some coffee on me.”

“AND THEN PROCEEDED TO BLAME YOU FOR IT-!”

“The city’s full of rude assholes, Edge, trust me - we’ll never get to the park in time if we stop to pick a fight with every one of them.”

Edge paused in his stride again, ready to argue further, but you shook your head and grinned in good humor as you rolled up the sleeve with the new stain.

“Besides - it’s pretty hard to stay angry when I get to see you having my back so strongly.”

You turned forward again as you finished matching your other sleeve and started walking, a bump of your arm against Edge’s signalling your desire for him to keep up.

He stared after you for a moment, horrified as his magic rushed unbidden to his cheekbones.

… But stars damn him back to the Underground if he was going to give you a reason to turn around and catch the absurd magic displaying itself traitorously on his cheekbones. So he picked up his stride until he was a step in front of you, leading the way, his height thankfully giving him added cover.

This was absurd.

It had been, for too long now - not you, not anymore at least, but his own soul, reacting so strongly to your presence, to the easy spread of your grin, to the sharp glint to your eye when you were about to reply with that damnably attractive sharp wit of yours, to your steady hand under a number of kinds of pressure-

“Don’t worry about it, okay?”

Edge’s gaze shot down to you. You were looking back up at him, a knowing tilt to your brow even as the smallest crease of a frown pulled at your lips. Edge’s own brow furrowed in response as his unintentional scowl turned down a little further. You huffed a breath through your nose and gave him that particular look you were so inclined to when you had caught on to something.

“I’m fine with standing up for myself - when it matters. That time wasn’t anything - hell, if you want to look at it another way, someone like that just isn’t worth the time you’d waste on him, right?”

For once, you had only just slightly missed your mark - but, well, only slightly. That particular rude human was still on his mind, just… not the forefront. Edge’s blush had faded, to his relief - which seemed to help account for your guess.

Edge sighed, a sharp and short puff of unnecessary air. “I AM NOT FOND OF THE ATTITUDE OF DISRESPECT SO MANY HUMANS HAVE,” he replied dryly, his gaze turning forward again.

You laughed, a low sound that made Edge’s soul stutter in his chest. Your arm bumped against his as you matched his stride - and he yours, admittedly. “Can’t say that you’re alone in that, Edge. But hey, we’re a couple of pretty good-looking guys who more or less know what they’re about - we’re bound to run into some trouble,” you said with a grin. “Well, I mean, you’re - uh, you’re downright hot, and definitely know what you’re about, so you’ve got that all handled more than I do,” you added, your face turning away from him as you chuckled again - the sound a hair… embarrassed?

Edge’s brow lifted as he looked back down at you, knowing the bright red was dusting his cheekbones again. If only his damn soul would calm down - “SURELY YOU’RE JOKING,” he replied, a rougher lilt to his voice despite his care.

You looked back up at him, and Edge saw now that your face was flushed - something that made him far more pleased than was probably good for him. Your own brow was lifted in mirror of Edge’s, a disbelieving grin on your face. “What, that you’re hot? I - I mean, not to be… weird - is that weird? No, I mean - well, it’s just fact,” you said, playing off some apparent nervous energy with a shrug.

Edge was feeling less and less angry at his intensifying blush - your words were proving to be quite the compensation for his ego and soul.

“NO, YOU - ABOUT YOU,” he managed to reply. He turned a corner, and you took an extra few quick steps to keep up.

“Oh- uh. Well… not really?” You replied. You shrugged, decidedly matter-of-fact on this topic. Edge frowned as you continued, “I mean, I’m alright, but in comparison to you-”

Edge stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop barely a step later. You turned half back towards him with clear confusion on your face.

“IN SPITE OF YOUR QUICK MIND, YOU’RE FACING A LOGICAL FALLACY,” Edge said. He captured your gaze, one hand on his hip as his gaze narrowed. “THERE IS NO COMPARISON TO ME-”

“Don’t I know it-”

“HUSH. I MEAN THAT IT IS A FALSE LINE OF LOGIC TO MEASURE YOUR OWN WORTH IN COMPARISON TO ANOTHER. YOU ARE A BRILLIANT MAN OF YOUR OWN RIGHT, WITH YOUR OWN IMPRESSIVELY OVERCOME PROBLEMS AND ONGOING STRUGGLES AND TALENTS AND GOOD LOOKS.”

Edge continued to hold your gaze as he took another step closer to you. He ignored the continuing bright red glow of magic on his face in favor of speaking further as you stood there, somewhat frozen in place.

“YOU SHOULD ONLY EVER MEASURE YOURSELF BY YOUR OWN GROWTH. AND PLATEAUING IS NATURAL TOO, SO THAT IS NEVER SOMETHING TO BE TOO UPSET ABOUT - SIMPLY A MATTER TO FIND MOTIVATION THROUGH. AND BESIDES… EVEN IF YOU WERE TO COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS…” Edge’s voice slowed slightly and he fought the urge to look away from you, despite the distracting thrill running through his soul right now. “… YOU WOULD STILL FAR OUTSHINE SO, SO MANY OTHERS.”

… Stars damn him. Was that too much? Well, no, he wouldn’t make such a mistake… but if he recalled correctly, human men were not always so receptive of words of praise from other men - isn’t that why he hadn’t yet measured whether it was worth broaching any such subject with you…? Oh, stones take him if he had gotten too caught in the moment with that horribly distracting thrum of his soul in your presence-

His eyes snapped back to you as your hand met his upper arm - he hadn’t even realize his gaze had turned from you. You were blushing hard, and were having trouble meeting his eye.

Still, you squeezed his arm, and gave him a look torn somewhere between intense embarrassment, abject relief, and something much, much warmer. “… Thank you, Edge,” you said, your voice a little rough. You seemed to be struggling to find other words.

… Oh stars, what you did to him.

“… I SPEAK ONLY THE TRUTH,” Edge commented, returning your intentions with a small nod. He fought the odd phantom urge to clear his throat. No, instead he took a sudden stride forward, his hand closer to you shifting without a look to catch your hand. He tugged gently without glancing back as he spoke again. “COME NOW, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE, AND YOU DO SEEM TO HAVE THE GOOD SENSE TO WANT TO AVOID THAT.”

Edge strode onwards, unable to fight the slight smile pulling at his bones as you recovered and matched his stride once again, a grin spreading on your own face. Your fingers intertwined, neither of you shifting to let go of the other’s hand as you continued on your way.