Guys I Finally Got The Leon Keychain I Was Trying So Hard To Get Him!

toilet bound hanako-kun

one-shot of hanako comforting you!

a/n: i am- so stupid—

tw/cw: depression, breakdowns, crying, reader with really bad mental health

Today was one of your off days, and Hanako was well aware of it.

It was the way you walked into the bathroom with heavy, yet shaky, steps. It was the way you lazily closed the door behind you. It was the way you seemed to stumble over your own feet simply because you didn't have the energy to pick them up. It was the way you went straight to cleaning the bathroom with no funny remarks. It was the way you hadn't even called out for Hanako. It was the way you kept your head down through it all.

There was a particular way that you acted when you were out of serotonin battery, and it was more apparent than ever.

If Hanako was being honest, he truly hadn't expected this many episodes from you when you’d first summoned him and told him your wish. He hadn't expected you to be so anxious, so depressed. It helped Hanako come to the conclusion that that night you confessed your wishes to him was truly, truly from the deepest part of you. You were struggling, you really were. Your will to live was quite literally non-existent and your smile never reached your eyes. It was like there was only so much of you left, and Hanako couldn't let it die out.

He just couldn't.

Hanako floated over to you, a gentle hand on your shoulder to assess your boundaries. Sometimes, you didn't want to be touched, but other times all you wanted was physical contact. You made no steps to move away from him, so he took this as an a-okay to get touchy-feely with you.

He spun you around gently, removing the broom from your shaky hands. After placing it back in its original spot, Hanako grabbed your face with both of his hands and lifted it to meet his eyes. Your face was blank, yet held a heavy amount of emotion he just couldn't place. Your eyes told him everything and nothing at the same time, and it just went to show how far gone you were today.

A frown creased his face unconsciously at seeing you in this state. In all honesty, he had seen a breakdown coming after noticing a steady decline in your usual slightly energetic behavior. It takes a lot to pick you apart, and your signs are almost non existent. . . but sometimes he does notice. And those moments are so crucial to him, as it allows him to get a feel of the words you just don't let yourself say.

Focusing back on your face smushed gently between his large palms, he mumbled to you in the sweetest way he could, "What happened, honey bee?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, your eyebrows creased as water quickly began to both form and pour out of your eyes. Your lower lip wobbled and your mouth attempted to speak out words, but instead, a sob interrupted whatever was going to be said. However, you still continued to try and blubber out words as you clawed on Hanako's sleeves looking for comfort.

Hanako did not disappoint, and immediately swung his arms around you, making sure to hold you securely to give you that sense of security. That feeling that you're not alone in this moment.

He felt you begin to crumble to the floor, and he gently kept you up and floated down onto the floor. Once his knees and yours finally touched the rickety wood of the old school bathroom, he took advantage of your position and pushed you into the crook of his neck as he held you closely.

While he would you to his chest, he needed you to be able to breathe without any restrictions seeing as your sobs were racking you so hard to the point where your breathing was uneven and stuttering.

Quietly, he took his hat off and placed it on top of your head. Hanako began to rub his hand up and down your back as you continued to shake and sob in his arms. He murmured reassurances to you, even if you couldn't really hear him. Once he started to hear you blubber out apologies for breaking down so abruptly, he let you get the words out before shutting those thoughts down.

"There's no reason to say sorry, (Name), I'm supposed to be here for you." He surprised himself a bit with his next sentence, "I want to be here for you."

Most of the time, Hanako simply blamed all his protectiveness and attentiveness to you on the contract. His excitement to see you? Some sort of side effect. Loving any little activities you do together? He was just bored. Feeling touched when you started to open up to him? Just glad you were finally conforming with the contract agreements. Helping him through any tough times or uninvited emotions? You were just. . . well he didn't know, but he would blame it on the contract!!!

Even so, it was so clear it wasn't the contract's fault. A half-assed excuse so Hanako wouldn't have to admit that he was growing attached to you too fast.

But he was. He truly was, and even for the months you had known each other, he didn't want to let you leave him alone again. As you seeked him out for comfort, he seeked you out. He got lonely and kept thinking of you? He bothers you in class! Follows you throughout the entire day.

Amane just didn't realize that you were making him. . . happier.

Even in moments like these where it breaks his heart to see, so raw, just how broken you truly are, he finds himself a little happy. Happy that you've finally begun to admit your sad or upset, finally begun to cry without restraint, finally begun to accept affection. . . He was really happy that you trusted him this much. It held a lot of meaning to him, and he would never break your trust.

"Hey, honey bee, focus on me, hm?" Hanako pulled you back from him, hands still resting on your waist, keeping you grounded. You looked at him, still hiccuping and sniffling with snot and tears covering your face.

He lifted on of his hands off your waist to wipe the liquids on his sleeve and clear up your puffy face.

Hanako returned his hand and continued to direct you, "We're going to do some breathing exercises, okay? I want you to breathe with me."

Although Hanako can be a little shit with his teasing and inability to seem to take things seriously, when it really came down to it, he was there for his friends when they needed him. And right now, he's here for you. If he was being one hundred percent honest, he saw himself before he died in you. He truly empathizes with you, and refuses to let anything happen to you.

"Okay. In," Hanako took in a deep breath through his nose, waiting for you to mimic his action before continuing, "and out." You copied him by exhaling through your mouth. Your breaths were still shaky, and your hiccups had only dialed down by a little, but that only encouraged Hanako more to return you to a calm state.

Hanako repeatedly practiced the breathing technique with you until you had finally fully calmed down. You were reduced to only the occasional sniffle or whimper, but your breathing was finally stable and that's what Hanako was aiming for.

To get your attention, Hanako lifted the hood of his cap up to reveal your face as he asked, "Do you want to talk about it now or later?" You were able to muster up a meek "later" but Hanako understood you all the same.

"Alright, if you change your mind, I'll listen." He gave you a warm smile, that same warm smile that he flashed you a million times, yet hit you all the same. You just pushed yourself back into him, fists balled up on his sleeves, clutching the fabric.

His arms automatically returned to their spot around you, and his hand resumed it's rubbing motion upon your back.

"Th—Thank you, Hanako. . . for helping m-me." Your voice was still strained from crying, and your words showed your vulnerability. Yet, Hanako was still surprised.

Fixing his composure, he reassured you with earnest that, "You don't have to thank me, (Name). I'd do anything for you."

And, for the first time, Amane really came to terms with it. He really would do anything for you.

end

a/n: in (s)pain, oh and there’s already a bit of a story behind there— i think i’ll post what reader’s wish was and their first meeting

thanks for reading!

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Prompt 8: Toji being your personal slut

What would you do if you had gambling debt up to your head and fifteen years of child support? Easy, you become a wealthy woman's sex toy. Basically free sex and good paid was all Toji thinking about when he agreed to be your personal escape. That husband of yours had a young gal he keeps to the side, so why shouldn't you has some fun outside of the bedroom as well.

You thought it would takes forever to finds a decent gentleman that could makes you turn your head. It didn't take long to finds someone to take your head. He wasn't clean nor a gentleman at all. He was a filthy, shameless brute that got kicked out of your casino. You must had went insane for not calling the cops of the guy who brought a talking worm to the casino, yet you dragged him to the nearest hotel you could find.

The man you bought to the hotel name was Toji Fushiguro. He was nothing like your husband, and you loved ever bit of it. Your husband was a two pump chump. Toji was a jack rabbit. You nearly fell asleep from having such an intense organism from his rough deep thrust. He was lot bigger and thicker than your husband. It was no suprise when he had to hold your waist in place when he was knocking the wind out of you.

When he got done making you a dumb cumslut, you asked your lawyer to draw a contract up to make Toji your personal slut. He get a free housing in your summer house and money to erase all his debt. You get to be fuck dumb. If anyone asked him how he feels about being a slut, he would smile and say, " Being a slut is the most perfect job for me."

Chachachiao made this super wonderful fanart. I would bite this man.

It was a headache at first. And then the itching—oh the itching! She clawed at her head relentlessly, to no avail. Something other than relief sprouted beneath her fingertips.

But her pain was soothed instead of scorned, her horns met with kindness instead of a knife.

♡ It's The Most Wonderful Time-out! ♡

A/N: is this late? 100% but it's time for some CHRISTMAS HYBRID TIMEEEEE!!! A HUGE thank you for the patience from my amazing sunshine anon for this commission <3 Personally I think the title is hilarious, do- do you get it- the most wonderful time of the year- plz laugh-

Warnings/content: 2nd person (you/yours), fem pup hybrid reader, puppy's first Christmas! Grumpy ol' man Vendetta Leon, Leon is referred to as daddy! Reader in time-out, visiting the hybrid park, angst and fluff, mentions and descriptions of gore, all gets resolved in the end!

Word count: 7,430 approx.

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December 23rd

Time out. Oof, those words. They were enough to take the swing right out of your tail. 

This definitely wasn’t your fault. On the scale of 1-10 you’re like, a -5 when it comes to being in trouble. Totally. It wasn’t your fault it had rained, or your fault you wanted to jump in the the new layer of snow and got all wet and muddy, the only part that might have potentially, potentially been on you was tracking said mud and sleet through the living room. The living room rug to be exact. The rather expensive, difficult to clean because daddy sometimes ‘truly can’t be fu- bothered’ rug. That was the one rule; he could deal with mess on the floorboards, the tiles, but not the carpet. The stains were just too hard to get out.

Leon could handle dirt and grime absolutely, he’d take it over guts and gore any day of the week, public holidays and Christmas included. But coming home from work after a long day, hands stinking of gunpowder and grease, only to find muddy streaks and pawprints all over the rug was his last straw. The coffee machine in the office had been broken, his magazine clip had taken three different attempts to click into place despite the million times he’d done it before, and the armoury’s practice range had been down for maintenance. This was just the gasoline flavoured icing on his flambe flaming shit excuse for cake. 

Woosh. Fire. 

So, there you were. Plopped back into your pen, favourite squeaky toy just out of reach sat beside Leon’s chair as he scrolled through whatever’s on his phone. Teddy was right there, all worn out fluff and stringy neck ribbon, you were being taunted! This was torture, punishment of 

the worst degree. The only thing that would make it even more awful was going to bed without a kiss goodnight. But even Leon wasn’t that cruel.

Don’t get it twisted, he was feeling guilty about this too. The face you made when he walked through the door told him plenty. Big, round eyes, head bowed and tail anxiously thumping. You knew you’d gotten carried away. But you also knew better. And it’d been so long since he actually disciplined you. This was long overdue, half chewed toys left sopping wet in the bath after tub time, weeks of chased squirrels and rabbits, staying up way past your set bedtime. This was what really sealed the deal though. So, you do the time, you do the crime.

Even now he could feel your eyes boring into the back of his head, like two teary, glossy lasers set to melt his old hardened heart. Every half-hearted thump of your fluffy tail, every scuttle of your nails against the floorboards as you got comfortable, every tiny whimper you seemed hesitant to let out. Not to mention your poor attempts at being ‘completely and totally cool’ with your timeout since he often caught you staring up at him through the bars, eyes following each swipe of his fingers over his phone screen. And when he craned his neck to check on you, you were swiftly looking in the opposite direction, swearing you weren’t just tracking each of his movements. How couldn’t you though? You were obsessed with your owner, Leon was your daddy at the end of the day no matter how many play pens or crates he had to put you in so you’d behave.

 His poor princess. You were killing him, really. He’d survived well over 15 years of bioterrorism just to die at the hands of his pup-hybrid’s big wet pathetic gaze. Could flood a village with the amount of tears you shed a week, but he loves you and that tender heart of yours.

The real question was how much longer could either of you take? Leon knew it was a ‘you do the crime, you do the time’ type of deal, but was this truly teaching you anything other than how to master your pouty bottom lip? You’re his favourite fluffball, fuzzed up and huffy, chuffing and rolling over onto your back like you’re ready to play dead if it gets you out. 

And honestly? He was caving. He was only a man after all.

You’d softened him, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Three years ago he’d have scoffed at the thought of even owning a hybrid, let alone being this attached. But now you were glued to his side. Now he just felt like an old man, worn and tired, your sunshiney attitude and warmth had thawed through him like no heater had. He’d been frostbitten before meeting you, whether he’d known it or not.

He couldn’t bear it. Yeah, time was up.

So his heavy footsteps muffled through socks padded across the floorboards to you, although you tried to act like you didn’t care (and failed miserably). It was pretty obvious how much this mattered to you, because your tail was whipping something fierce, so hard it had your hips wiggling. 

“C’mon, darlin’. Think you’ve learnt your lesson.”

Those big eyes pierced his very being and soul as you gazed up at him from behind your lashes, ears all floppy and face streaked with past tear tracks. God, you’d been crying over this too? Might as well just rip his heart from his chest and stomp on it. 

Even as he turned around and sat back down on the couch, looking over to you expectantly, you seemed to hesitate at first. Glancing at the spot where the rug had once sat in the centre of the living room, right in front of the coffee table, with guilty furrowed brows. Then it was back to looking at Leon, back to melting him with those heartbreaking watery eyes.

“Oh, my sweet puppy.” He couldn’t help but croon as you made guilty little steps over to him, every tap of your feet filled with shame, tail swaying with embarrassment. You were a walking heap of emotions, and he was ready to scoop you up and put you back together. “Here she comes, there we go. Tough day for our girl.”

You’d missed it, oh how you’d missed it. At your heart you truly were just a puppy, in need of the loving praise and sweet words that only he could provide. You weren’t the mushiest pup in the litter, but there was nothing like a good hug from your daddy. That much was clear from the way you melted into Leon’s body as soon as you were sat in his lap, your tail thumping delightfully against his knees while you burrowed into him. Paws kneading his shirt so you nestled into him just right.

“I know it was rough, honey. M’ sorry. But sometimes daddy has to discipline you, y’know?” the thick pad of his thumb encased your chin just enough to tilt your gaze upwards, his hand sliding over the curve of your face so he could wipe your tears away. “And it hurt, didn’t it?” “Yeah..” “So next time you think about stepping on the rug with muddy feet, you’ll remember how much we both hated this, and you won’t do it, isn’t that right?” “,,Yeah.”

“That’s right, baby. My poor girl.” That last statement came out as a small sigh, rubbing the soft fuzz of your floppy ears tenderly between his fingers. Even now as he gave you a talking down your tail never stopped thumping against his leg. 

No matter what, you loved him. That must’ve been why they called it puppy love. And it made his heart ache something fierce. You were too good.

Leon felt like the worst daddy in the world sometimes, he wasn’t gonna even try to lie about that. Sometimes he scratched behind your ears too hard, or you didn’t understand one of his jokes and ended up getting pouty and upset, sometimes he didn’t throw the ball right or pick out the right snacks. But all of that was nothing compared to the biggest issue.

His intoxicated escapades were at the very top of that list. 

Raids of the fridge and mumbling to himself, slumping his jacket off only to pass out on the edge of his bed. Leon knew you didn’t like when he got drunk, it was probably what hurt him the most about all of it. Not the gunshots echoing through his skull when his shot glass hit the table, or the recoil of a pistol wracking his shoulder when he ran into a wall too hard. 

No, it was the look on your face.

How you seemed to curl yourself back into your pen, watching with a lowered head and a hesitant gaze, tail somewhat tucked. The foggy memory of the face you pulled when he was too rough petting you or spoke too loud while sloshed. That’s what ached, what truly stung like a bitch. 

He was supposed to be the one protecting you, caring for you, and because of his own problems now you’d seen a side of him he never wanted you to. He’d made your hands awaken to the crack of eggshells beneath them when you stepped towards him, you were familiar with the shell’s powdering like that of bullet sulfur, and inner yolk gold as the streaks in his hair back then. Knew of the blood that sometimes hung in the middle of it all, and in the worst scenario the curling of bones left over. 

But still at the end of the night, drifting between a muddled haze of asleep and awake, he’d hear you make your way slowly towards his bed, the mattress dipping when you climbed up and curled up at the bottom of the duvet. Because, despite it all, you wanted to be close to him.

 Because, despite it all, he was your person. So he dumped what he could of the remaining bottles, stashed a few shitty cans for safe keeping in case things got too hard, and stopped being a regular at Jerry’s bar. 

He was doing it for you, maybe only for you.

Now he had you sat in his lap, buried in his shoulder and curling in as small as possible. Trying to become one with the skin of his arms and fabric of his shirt. You wanted to crawl up under his jacket and be carried as one with Leon, you’d do it if you could. 

He had to do something.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” Oh, that voice. Despite the icy weather outside, despite the cold that hung in his chest from time to time, his tone always tried to be warm with you. Soft. like those mutts learning to gentle their snarls and unclench their teeth, to stop growling. He was so used to the sneering, the sarcasm, snapping when someone got too close or said the wrong thing to him. But you were so fluffy, so fuzzy to the world, so unaware and loving. So he had to wear a muzzle, and he learned how to adjust.

Why? Because he couldn’t be a violent dog if he had his very own puppy. “I dunno..”

A lopsided smile spread across his cheeks at the look on your face, chin tilted and tail squirming as you look to him. There’s still the matter of that guilt still hanging in your face, stray strands like an unruly mop of hair.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna squeeze ya.” While you were still processing Leon’s comforting words and the lull of his voice, he was quick to gather you in his arms and press you tight to his chest. Immediately you were bathed in the scent of his shirt, the natural smell and comfort of his body. A warm blanket of safety had been draped over your blankets in the form of his presence. He squeezed your body nice and close until you squeaked out a yapped laugh, the fluff of your ear squished against his stubbled cheek.

“Oooo, good squeeze. Get all those nasty feelings outta you.”

“Daddyyyy, you’re smooshing me!” These were the moments he really cherished, ones where your tail swung and you squirmed in his arms with that smile of yours.

“Awww, well that’s how you know that it’s a real good squeeze,” His voice waved every time he swayed you slightly from side to side, bringing bubbly giggles from your throat that drifted up into the air and popped right at his heart. “It’s like juicin’ an orange, gotta shake and twist you till you’re all better.” “I don’t wanna be juice!” You howled out playfully, throwing your head back like the dramatic little thing that you were.

“Oh you don’t huh? Then you gotta keep smiling for me baby, it's just that simple.” He pushed his cheek up against your own. God, how he loved that smile, the sound of your tail thumping across the fluff of the sleek couch. There you sat, cute as a button, curled up atop his legs and snuggled in close like the sweetest, softest stuffed animal. “Tell you what, we get you one last snack, and then we’ll tuck you in, and tomorrow we’ll go into town. Catch everything before it all closes up.” 

You were already half asleep in his arms by the time he’d finished talking.

December 24th

Planning the day out was the easy part, executing it was hard. Not only because Christmas was right around the corner which came with its own chaos, but because you were- well, you. Overly loving, over committed, overly loyal and lovely you. Leon swore you must’ve been the cutest looking leech or tick in a past life.

You insisted on putting together an outfit that yes consisted of your favourite bows and daddy’s most comfiest shirt that smelled like him. But even his ‘I’ve worn the same blue shirt for 3 years’ ass could tell when things didn’t coordinate together. So he did the gentlemanly and not-wanting-you-to-look-like-a-disaster-oustide-ly thing and helped you into some cute fleecy stockings, complete with a soft sweater and your favourite skirt. Gloves of some sort were a must, you had a thing for pawing at whatever you could get your hands on no matter how cold it was, and you were in your fuzziest boots. Adorable. Like a Christmasy puffball, a fluffy ornament. All you needed was a pair of angel wings and a halo and you’d be ready for the top of the tree. 

“Look at her, look at that posture and stance. Look at that trot. That’s a well trained leash dog right there.” A smirk tugged at Leon’s lips as he watched you pad in step with him, the lacy trim of your skirt swaying whenever your foot met the sidewalk. This was the very same puppy who sat staring at him from her crate with the most pitiful eyes yesterday, rolling over onto your back like you might die from lack of attention. And now you were practically skipping, a bounce to your tail with every step.

You were lucky enough to live in a small enough part of the city. Not too urban, but definitely not rural. An outskirt area that was a nice walk away from the nearest hybrid park, long enough to get you warmed up for the real fun. And even after Leon had you off the leash you were staying in step with him, glued to his side with the sweetest smile on your face. In fact it took a little coaxing and the presence of some other pups for you to finally run around.

Leon knew you could be sociable when you truly wanted to be, but even for such a smiley little thing sometimes you simply preferred his company to anyone else’s. You could be skittish, a bit shy, and it truly threw him off guard when that part of you poked its head out from behind the warm rays of sunlight that radiated from your very being. It was adorable, really. Watching you curl into his leg with a slightly swishing tail of fluff, giving a small wave only to burrow into him. But today you were doing well, today you chose to shake out your jitters. And yes, he wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of you.

No matter how many times Leon brought you out here, letting you experience the wonders of a normal domestic life, it never stopped being nothing short of magical to watch you shine. You had this magnetic aura that always seemed to follow you around, people were drawn to you and that sunbeam that clung to the smile on your face. The warmth that you spread to those around you. 

You truly were his sunshine.

“Leon?”

A voice he hadn’t heard in a few weeks thanks to his time off work caught his attention, and sure enough as he looked over his shoulder there stood Ingrid Hunnigan. Bundled up in a long overcoat with a recyclable cup in her hands, steam wafting from the lid in smooth swirls through the crisp cold air. Already her glasses seemed to be fogging up again, despite so clearly being cleaned only recently. Yeah, he didn’t realise how lucky he was to have decent vision despite all the bullshit he’d been through. Glasses on top of the trauma and broken bones might’ve done him in.

“Hunnigan? The hell are you doing out here?” It wasn’t defensive or aggressive, moreso confused. Intrigued, interested. It wasn’t often he actually saw her out and about. A little silly in all honesty for him to think that, Ingrid always had some sort of plans around Christmastime. Her holiday decorations, complete with lights and glowing reindeer atop a tiled roof, were nothing to scoff at.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen the snow in person, I figured I’d go for a walk to get a feel for it.” She shrugged, hands tucked into her pockets. 

He was listening, or at least some part of him was. The other part was blurring through his peripheral vision to make out the blob of colour and wagging tail that was you balling up snow as you ducked behind a tree, playing with one of the other hybrids. If you asked anyone in his line of work, they’d say Leon is a hardass. He’s committed to his work and gets his job done, and he’s passionate about what he does whether that’s good for him or not. 

But with you? With you he was just a man. Just your owner, your person. And that was such a relief.

“How’s she doing?” Ingrid asks out of habit. Every woman in the office can’t help but ask Leon about his perfect princess. And of course he laughs, shaking his head.

“Spoiled as ever. Really enjoying my time off with her.” Much needed confirmation, he knows he’d never hear the end of it if he dared tell Hunnigan about the time out incident. Best to keep it lighthearted now. Even as her face seems to.. Falter. What was that about?

“Listen, about the Phillis report..”

And then that lightheartedness was gone. If it weren’t for the icy chill that surrounded him, Leon would’ve gone a new shade of pale in the cool winter light. 

It never used to bother him. It never phased him on the outside. But now? With you?

The Phillis report. A family with a hybrid that had been a target for a bioterrorism attack. 

A hybrid.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you smiling, the red tips of his ears pricking at your laughter, the soft crunch of snow beneath people’s feet feeling much louder now as they passed. Everyone’s footsteps were unique, every thud and crush that left a print. Evidence. Clues. Cases. Work.

A hybrid like you. Everything was muddling together into the nastiest shade of grey water freezing over into ice. He hated his job. If he could pull the pin on a grenade, jump on top of it and coat the walls of that godforsaken office in his blood and guts he would. Because that’s what they were asking from him. They were asking him to die for them. Jumping from subject to subject, he was playing jump rope and hopscotch with his morals and intrusive thoughts over one simple statement in the middle of the holidays. How the mighty so quickly fell beneath twinkling lights and atop brightly wrapped presents.

The pulse of his heart had managed to spike, thundering fast and heavy in his chest. Eyes half an inch wider, pupils shrunk.

It could’ve been you. It- “Please, don’t. I’m just- I’m trying to not think about all of that. Not with her here.” It came out a bit too rushed, like his body had forced each syllable from his lips to get a point across. A safety measure, a precaution for his well being.

Leon had already spent countless nights tossing and turning over the paranoia of you being caught in his work. Now it had gotten so bad that even the mention of a hybrid being involved in a case made him sick to his stomach.

Because what if that had been you?

His throat almost closed itself off to the world as he got his words out. Ingrid’s face was creased in worry at the state of him. How had one statement so quickly pulled him through a 180? “It’s our first Christmas together, I can’t ruin that. I can’t.” Swallowing felt like choking down gravel but he managed to nonetheless. 

Hunnigan’s gaze softened, because she knew exactly how much it would ruin a perfectly good day if she were to stretch this out. She knew you were bouncing around somewhere without even looking for you amidst the snow and differently shaped animal ears and noses. You were the centre of Leon’s world, even if he didn’t know it. But those around him, those like her and Claire and Rebecca, could see what a difference you’d made. “I get it. Just.. don’t worry about rushing it, okay? It can wait until next year.”

“Yeah.. Yeah, thanks.” Automated. Robotic. Leon felt like he was backseating his own life as he responded, hearing Hunnigan’s shoes click as she prepared to walk back to her apartment complex. The sympathy ebbing from her expression only made him feel more sick, and yes that would’ve made him feel bad if it weren’t for him being on the brink of what was most likely a panic attack.

“Merry Christmas, Leon. Take it easy.” He couldn’t get the words out, settling for a stiff nod. Work. Work, work, work. It followed him everywhere no matter how fucking hard he tried to escape it. Think of something else, he scolded himself through the deafening heartbeat in his ears. Anything else. Think of you.

Padding your way over the snow, he watched on in an attempt to calm himself down as you bounded around the park like a bunny. Maybe a fox, the type that burrowed deep under the flurries of fresh powder with yipping laughter. All he knew was you were enjoying yourself, and that was all that mattered. That was all he focused on as his breathing steadied. With a short, still somewhat breathless whistle, your ears stood on end. Immediately your head thwipped to him, and you were merely a blur of pink and white that came scampering towards him. Yeah, that got a snort. Good. He needed to laugh more.

“There’s my girl.”

And there you were indeed, practically barrelling into his leg so he let out a hoarse ‘oof’ at the impact. Complete with a whispered “Hi daddy,’ that somehow managed to calm his heart in ways no medication or therapy could. Maybe he could start you out on service hybrid training, get you certified. Nah, you were too cuddly for that. Plus the vest would have to be pink or you just might refuse to wear it. So for now, he figured he may as well treat you.

“How about some hot cocoa, hm? You were a good girl after all, took your punishment like a champ.” Lie. Big, fat lie. If the ladies at the office ever caught word of how Leon had put you in timeout he’d be getting the most gruelling of death glares. His grave would be trampled on as they sprinted their way over to comfort you. He couldn’t really blame them, though, how could you not run someone over to pet someone as precious as you. You, currently sticking your little tongue out to catch the delicate snowflakes floating down from the sky as you approached the cafe. That’s what he had to keep reminding himself of in this moment. He did all of this for you. Trying to drown out the sinking ache in his stomach as if he’d swallowed an anvil, that son of a bitch must’ve been hidden between the bubbles of his saliva, or maybe the frost that dripped from the roof. 

So yeah, he was using you as the most sweet looking distraction right now, watching your wide eyes take in the wood grain and sleek walls of the coffee shop tucked into a corner of the park. On your best behaviour as you both stood in line until you got to the register. The metal tang in the back of his throat definitely had nothing to do with the gut weight still lingering after talking to Ingrid. Nope. Must’ve been the cold.

“Yeah, can we grab one long black and one.. Hm.” For a moment Leon caught himself rethinking his decisions. Was it really the best idea to give you something that had ‘cocoa’ in the name? You guys had yet to test how you’d react to chocolate after all. Taking the time to test and breakdown what food and beverage you could eat or simply didn’t like was a meticulous process, but better safe than sorry. “Wait, that was on our testing list..”

“Daddy?” Sorry puppy, daddy’s too busy having a small crisis over whether or not you can actually drink what he was ordering for you.“Is it- It should be safe for you to have hot cocoa, right?” “Daddy.” This time it was flatter. Unimpressed.

“I mean you haven’t had a bad reaction to anything yet despite being part puppy but, it’s technically chocolate to some degree so-

“Daddy!”

The tugging at his wrist was enough to get his attention back on you, the draw of your big dewy eyes and scrunched nose luring him in like a fish to bait.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” “Turn brain switch off.” 

Sometimes he thought you were pretending to be as curious and innocent as you are, because you so easily sensed when he was anxious or worried. Like an instinct. Sure, he loved you to bits, but you weren’t the brightest bulb in the- light store? Batch? He’d come up with a better analogy later. Either way, the point stood. And yet you always did that little head tilt when something seemed off. That bulb flickering to life.

“Right, puppy. Daddy’s turning the overthinking switch off.” Leon reassured as best as he could. And it seemed to satisfy. “Good daddy.”

He couldn’t help but snort again at that. “Thanks, baby.” Being praised for his minute efforts in managing his thoughts by his very own puppy hybrid. By the time you hit the register he was still smiling despite the storm in his head. “One long black and a hot cocoa, please.” 

But oh, how quickly it faded into thunder clouds. Even as he gave the barista his name for the order and walked over to wait for your drinks, it lurked over him. A sickening thickness in his throat, like tar tobacco and nicotine had clogged his windpipe. He was on auto pilot when he collected the recyclable cups and placed one of them into your eager hands, not recognising his own voice as he warned you about it being hot.

Leon was stuck between reality and dissociation, his feet leading both of you on the path back home that you’d taken enough times to have memorised. And even as you blew on the surface of your cocoa through the spout of the cup’s lid, you could see it in his eyes. That distant look. Deflated, the same as when you chewed on your favourite squeaky toy too hard and it popped.

“Daddy? You’re all droopy.”

Your voice was high and puzzled, all floppy ears and arched brows in confusion. Did he not like the park? You’d had a wonderful time making snow angels and bounding through the white powder like sweet icing sugar atop a winter cake. Maybe daddies just didn’t do parks well, like how you didn’t do the vet too well.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s just thinking about things.” It had him staring out so far his eyes hit the end of the sidewalk, through the ice and snow to the cement. One hand held your leash, the other swiping past his lips. Hoping to wipe away the residue of his frown. 

It didn’t work. “But the switch..” Oh, don’t give him that tone. So heartbroken, so worried. It broke him.

“I know, I know the switch honey.” Already he was rubbing over the crease between his brows. This conversation couldn’t happen, not here and not now. “But sometimes- sometimes it’s not that simple, you know? Sometimes the switch doesn’t work.”

You supposed that made sense. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder. And pry, just a smidge. You could be a little pushy and shovey, whether you meant it or not. “Well, whatcha thinking about?”

What wasn’t he thinking about was the real question. It was all blurring together.

He simply shook his head. Made the bangs of his hair sway when he did. “Don’t worry about it, pup. It’s a conversation for another time.”

Well, that didn’t seem right to you. Usually Leon was so open with his feelings towards you, so you couldn’t help but nudge him. This time not with your nose or paw, but with your words. “But..”

And then his voice was lighter, as if he’d dropped the weight he’d been carrying over to one shoulder. Giving the illusion that things were better, that things were normal. But that shoulder still slumped. “Hey, weren’t you telling me something about Jill’s dog Carlos showing up on his own today? What was that about?” 

It still dragged.

At first you were very willing to tell him, the very concept of a hybrid on their own both bewildered, confused and excited you. Carlos was a big shaggy furred fella, he always played fair and shared the good treats Jill handed out.

But you knew this tactic. It was the same as when you’d ask him questions and instead of giving you an answer he’d pick up the nearest squeaky toy and suddenly you were playing fetch instead of talking. This time you were all the wiser.

“You’re trying to distract me! I don’t get it, when people say certain things you go stiff and wonky.” You couldn’t help but frown up at him. It didn’t feel fair, not knowing these things about him. A whole year together and yet sometimes he looked more like a stranger, dodging your questions and petting your ears so you’d move on. But you weren’t expecting him to furrow his eyebrows and sigh low in his chest, the way his forehead creased and nose flared. It was the same look you got before time out, only this one seemed more defensive than the last. 

“Not now, sweetheart. Please.” Leon’s tone was flat, no room for argument no matter how much your wriggled and squeezed your body between the cracks. Your tail’s wag deflated, slowing to nothing more than a slight sway. The snow felt a little colder after that.

December 30th

Christmas had been nothing short of a success in the Kennedy household, with Leon’s living room being covered in scattered wrapping paper and a whole new variety of toys in pastel colours. He was delighted. This may have been one of the few times he actually enjoyed a holiday rather than loathing it. Maybe it was because you were there, so he wasn’t spending it alone like he usually did. The way you’d spun in circles and yapped happily about it being Christmas morning.

It had been your first real Christmas ever. Your first Christmas not spent in a cage, where you got toys and ate warm meals with the man you loved, with Claire and Becca and Chris and Jill coming over for lunch under the fluorescent glow of the Christmas lights you’d insisted Leon put up. You’d sat by the tree unwrapping gifts with the fastest wagging tail Leon had ever seen, ears perked to attention and eyes wide and sparkling. He was glad, honoured really, to witness this moment of pure unbridled joy for you.

The two of you spent most if not all of Boxing Day lazing around the house in your pajamas, cuddling by the fireplace and bundling under blankets for more than a few naps. Lazy days, oh how you both loved them. Soon it was the 26th, then the 27th,so on and so on. 

Now, the christmas paper had been collected, the tree’s decorations were slowly taken down in day by day intervals, and you sat politely by the glass door to the backyard watching the snow. Leon figured if there was ever a time to truly explain to you the truth behind his career, it was likely now. A tough conversation to have, but one that needed to happen. He just couldn’t leave you in the dark like this, not any longer. 

“Hey, sweetheart?” “Hm?”

There it was. That innocent lilt, the curve of your neck as you craned to look at him. You were something too pure to be sitting on the floor of his home. You deserved mattress upon mattress like the princess and the pea, only he wouldn’t be an idiot like the ones in that book. Leon knew better than to leave under the bed unattended in case there were coyotes trying to nip at his sweet girl’s toes and tail.

Softening, that’s what he was doing. Cracking. This wasn’t going to end well and he knew it. “Y’know how daddy doesn’t like to talk about work?”

Uh oh, now you knew it was time for a serious talk. Not like when you dirtied the rug, this time you weren’t in trouble. Still you looked at him so gently, with such trust while that mountain of fluffy fur behind you swished. Because if it was serious, it was important. “Yeah.”

Leon patted the spot on the couch beside him, complete with a pretty pink bone print blanket for you to settle on, to which you trotted yourself over as dainty as could be. Hopping up next to him, a tail curled around your back. Getting yourself cozy under his arm with your head nestled right next to his chest. Listening to the steady thrum of his heart as his pulse picked up. Doing so much, yet so little, and it all comforted him.

 It was starting to sink in. He was telling you. He was opening the casket, dragging the corpse of his past through the dirt to pose for a real, living person. How was he supposed to break this to you? How did you even word his job without saying ‘I might die one day’?

“Well, that’s cause what I do is pretty dangerous, puppy. I don’t want to worry you with all the stuff I have to do.” The violence, the bloodshed, the screaming. Flashes of red that haunted his dreams, the ones you’d nudge at his face over until he’d wake up because you heard him muttering in his sleep.

“Why?” You were so oblivious to his little inner world, the one he made sure to hide from you. The one filled with guilt and shame. He wanted to keep it that way, but what choice did he have? How could he keep you safe if you had no idea what you were being kept safe from? You should be worried about what colour skirt to wear, or if your collar matches your outfit, not this bullshit. 

“Because it’s just better for you to sit and wait for me to get home at the end of the day, baby.” It was better for you to expect him home every day. 

It was better for both of you if you just always thought he was coming home.

 It made his heart break so hard his ribs snapped thinking about you sitting by the big bay window, tail flicking and throat weeping whimpers if he didn’t show up for a few days. Then weeks. Then eventually someone would have to take you in, pack up all your toys. They’d find the list he kept stashed on the top of the fridge just in case; instructing anyone who found you on just how you liked your food and which stories to whisper in your ear at night when the thunder got too loud. 

You’d never go willingly. Someone would have to leash you and tug you out the door to their car. You’d cry. You’d cry so hard your throat would die out hoarse. It would probably be Claire or Chris or Becca picking you up, he’d have to hope. The thought of some stranger from the DSO taking you from his home, your home, the home you shared together, had him swallowing down a lump. He knew you’d never recover from it. It would shatter you, after sitting in a kennel alone for so long and finally crawling out of your shell, just to lose the person you so clearly loved more than anyone else. Fuck, Leon could feel his eyes watering.

But he couldn’t do that to you. He just couldn’t. It would be the cruelest thing in the world for him to abandon you without any choice in the matter. If he were a stronger man he’d have retired by now. But he wasn’t stronger. He had no backbone when it came to his job, the government, the United States as a whole. Some fucking hero. He was more like a lapdog, breaking his neck for a board of people who didn’t give a shit about him. Taking the scraps he was offered.

“Daddy, you’re crying..” Your sad voice pulled him back into reality, where you were now taking those soft hands of yours to wipe away his tears. Wet streaks that lined the creases forming in his scarred over skin. He was getting too old for this. Too old to be bottling up these feelings for days on end. Wearing himself down for the sake of denying what he felt.

“Fuck, sorry sweetheart. It’s just.. It’s my job to keep you safe. But it’s also my job to keep everyone else safe, too. And your daddy’s been through everything, honey. Zombies, parasites, bioterrorism, war, the whole five yards. I’ve had so many people turn their backs on me or- or look to me for help for so long that it drives me crazy to even think of you worrying about me not coming home.”

How long had it been since he’d cried? Really cried? How much more could a man like Leon take? Sure he was strong, he had to be. Built up from broken beginnings on bloodied glass, shitty past relationships and world-ending catastrophes. But he was only human for Christ’s sake.

And maybe he was finally starting to sober up to that realization.

“I always think you’ll come home..”

Of course you did. Of course you, this sweet angel of a puppy girl, looked up at him with those watery eyes filled with confidence in such a statement. As if you loved him so much it almost poured from your lash line in heart shaped droplets. You had such hope despite where he’d adopted you from. Had he done that? It was odd to think about. How someone as shitty as him (in his perspective at least) had gotten you to blossom and bloom into the sweet thing you were today.

“Yeah, why’s that honey?”

“Cause you’re Leon, and Leon is the strongest person I know.”

The weight of your head now resting against his shoulder was like an anchor that stopped Leon from washing out on the beach of his despairs. He wasn’t left to drift off into oblivion, to drown in his sorrows and regrets. He had you. You had him. A hand came out to instinctively pet over the warm fuzz of your floppy ears, and he seeked out the comfort that came with your presence.

It was comforting, the quiet. Not tense or awkward. Like the waves of the ocean sloshing to a slow and serene sway after a tsunami or a tidal wave. To know you saw him as your hero, that you held him in such high regard. It made every grey hair and creased feature feel worth it. Everything he did, he did it for you. And for once it didn’t feel like a pressure, or a burden, it was a responsibility he was glad to shoulder. Like he were your knight in shining armour.

“Why’d you never tell me you went through all that stuff?” Even now as you spoke your voice was low and soft, sweet to his ears like a drizzling of warm honey right to his cochlea. Those homemade remedies for aches and pains.

Even now he found himself chuckling to get through this, an ache in his chest with each exhale. Someone had set a cinderblock on his chest, and you were mustering up all the strength in those little paws to ease it off. “And ruin what we’ve got going on right here? I wasn’t gonna risk that.”

Apparently that was the wrong answer, because now you were perked upright with the slightest of pouts perched atop your lips. Disagreement etched into your features. “S’ not ruined, dummy. It just means I get to say I love you a whole lot more.”

Now it was his turn to snort sincerely. Always so stubborn. Adorable, sweet, but stubborn. "Oh, is that so?”

“Mhm. So when things are yuck it’ll be easier to remember that I love you. Cause I’ll say it as many times as I gotta until you believe it.”

You ruined him, and not in a bad way. You took the world’s smallest pick to the world’s coldest iceberg and chipped back his layers sliver by sliver. Sculpting him back into what he once was before the world dumped cold water onto him and froze over the softness that lay within. 

Leon’s hand stroked aimlessly over the curve of your head, tracing over the edges of your hair gently. Even with the scrapes on his knuckles and bruises on his palms he always made sure to be soft with you. His voice, half cracked and brimming with affection, was quiet as he whispered back. “I love you too, puppy. You’re my best girl.”

Firewood crackled in a low, jagged white noise in the background, smoothing into a quiet simmer that cast a warm orange glow against the walls. Bathing the room in heat, one that you both let wrap around you like a safety blanket. You found haven in each other, because no matter what, you always came back to one another. Leon was your owner, after all. It was his job to ensure you had the best life, with all the comforts you could ask for and then some.

And he planned to do just that. Whether it meant dumping out all the alcohol in his house or not.

“So.. Do I get more presents?” It’s a teeny voice against his shirt that had him tilting his chin down to look at you.

“Well no puppy, the next holiday is New Years Eve. We don’t give presents then, only Christmas.” A pretty straight forward explanation, or at least that’s what it felt like to him.

“Why?” Another chirp.

His brow arched. “Cause Christmas is only once a year, sweetie.”

“Why?” And another. “Okay, we’re not starting this.”

God, just wait until you find out about birthdays. Then he’s done for.

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crucifixion

synopsis: perhaps god loves her, but he does not love her enough to save her. or, a character study of eddie's sister and the attemped crucifixion in jason carver's basement. (1.6k) contents: ambiguous ending, character study, religious guilt, bullying, assault, jason carver being a creep, attempted crucifixon, blood, angst, blood again, short and not sweet (inspoed by ethel cain's 'preachers daughter')

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the carpet of jason carver's house burns her knees.

she's got a white knuckled grip on his tear stained carpet, fisting handfuls of the fancy material. his sneakers dig into the back of her neck as echoes of laughter ring out through the basement.

her knees are held open from behind, heavy hands grasping the back of her knees, straddling a makeshift cross. andy has her knuckles pinned to the edges of the cross, nails digging into her skin. he smells like cheap beer as he leans over her head, the edges of his letterman swinging into her vision.

on the opposing wall, a high-hanging crucifix of jesus stares back at her. the wood seems to mock her, dripping with blood and splintered, an awfully unrealistic rendition of jesus pinned with nails.

they seem to mimic one another.

while he wore a woven crown of thrones, a harsh mimicking of a crown from the roman soldiers, she wore a hawkins cheer bow, stiff and heavy against her head. the wrap around his waist is blood stained and ill-fitting, much like the pleated skirt around her waist.

she wanted to scream. she wanted to bash her head against the wood underneath her, to escape from the basketball team's unforgiving grip, to flee from the laughter surrounding her.

jason's voice fades in and out of her hearing as blood runs into her ears. he's reading verses, or something similar to the sort, as his voice raises in strength before dying back down.

she had heard whispers of an exorcism floating around the locker room after cheer practice, but she had brushed it off. ever since the earthquake with patrick and chrissy's deaths, satanic allegations had begun to follow her. she had brushed it off, turning a blind-eye to the crosses hanging around her friend's hands when they sat together, had turned a blind eye to the crumpled papers with verses that had been shoved in her locker.

she knew that the allegations had followed eddie much longer. they had begun in eighth grade, sparked to life by the music he listened to and the shirts he wore. an old girlfriend of wayne's had even tried taking him to church, but he had slipped away in the middle of the service.

but now, now she couldn't help but think.

how many times had eddie been threatened with exorcisms by their peers, with their hissing tongues and harsh words? had eddie suffered a similar fate to her?

did they hold him down in his freshman year, dizzy from poorly disguised alcohol in his cup, nauseous from the smell of mrs. carver's candles? did they shove his head against the countertops against he bled, hissing words into his ear, his warm blood getting onto the sleeves of their lettermans?

"jason, please" her throat was sore from screaming. her voice tickled the back of her throat, swallowing around nothing as the pressure from andy's chest sunk onto her back.

as the lapels of andy's letterman brushed against her back, she shivered as she caught sight of her own letterman, crumpled to the floor and trampled by the hawkins basketball team.

"just a little longer munson," jason's shoes settled infront of her face, grasping her cheeks in-between his hands as he crouched in-front of her, holding her leg in-between his bent legs. his class ring dug into the fat of her cheeks as he grinned, "we're just seeing if the devil's got you. we can't save your freak brother, but we can save you"

-

as eddie sat in a theater room, shuffled away in the back of hawkins high, he couldn't help but gnaw at his fingers. something stirred in his gut, making him wince as he watched his fellow teammates shuffle in, each member bringing their respective items.

-

jason lets her go after she recites a few passages from the book of revelation, hoisting her and her makeshift cross against his wall. the rest of the basketball team sat and watched, snickering and laughing as she slumped against the drywall.

andy had pulled her into the back of his truck, speeding down the roads as she clung to the truck bed. he had stopped in the middle of nowhere, drug her out from the back, and sped away before she could even process what had happened.

she stood in the center of the road, blinking at the red break lights as he fled away. the moist air clung to her skin as she stood in the road, unsure of what to do. leaves shuffled around her as she shuffled off to the side of the road, walking along the bike lane.

she's not too sure how long it takes her to walk home, barefoot and bloody as she shuffles along the roads, blinking away shock as she goes.

rocks dig into her feet but she cannot feel anything but the chill seeping into her bones. she wraps her fingers around the rope burn on her right wrist, raw and bloody from her mock crucifixion.

-

she's not too sure when jim hopper picks her up, too focused on the aching pain in her feet.

all she knows is there is no god in hawkins tonight. if there had been a god, he has been gone since her birth.

perhaps there was once a god, watching over her, keeping her safe from harm. but now, now as she walks down the interstate, blood seeping out of her wounds, she knows god has abandoned her.

he has left her to fend for herself. ashamed of the cruelty of his childre, god has left her to suffer in hawkins.

-

wayne's scared.

she can tell from the way his eyebrows are furrowed, brown eyes shining in the dim lighting of the trailer. hopper is holding an old dish rag against her head, applying pressure.

she tries to pull away but his grip on the other side of her head pulls her back. wayne's fiddling with her wrists, turning them in his grasp as they talk back and forth, the words incomprehensible to her ears. her feet still hurt.

she should be in bed. it's a friday after all. dinner is a distant thought in her head, lurking in the back as she tries to remember if she sat their alarm clock for six.

did she have homework?

-

it's almost a new day when eddie finds his way home. the roads are practically barren as the town settles down, majority of lights flickered off.

he expects to find his own home dark, his sister and wayne in their respective beds, preparing for another week. instead, he finds all the lights on, a cop car sitting outside with it's lights still flashing, yet no officer was in the car.

if the front door hadn't been thrown open, with the looming figure of jim hopper barely visible from eddie's van, he would've turned around and ran for the hills.

instead, he's slow to walk up the porch, confusion growing as he spots wayne talking to jim hopper, clutching a bloodied hand towel. wayne barely spares him a glance as he walks in, worry stretching across his face as he turns back to hopper.

then eddie sees her.

she's slumped on the couch, her cheer uniform a crumpled mess on the floor, left in the gold sleeves and briefs the cheerleaders wore underneath their uniforms, her bow uneven and crumpled in her hair.

there's dried blood in her hair, dark and unsightly against her curls, sticking to her forehead and dripping down the side of her neck as she leans against the couch cushions.

there's blood on her wrists and legs, pale skin littered with forming bruises and blood, her eyes are unfocused as they droop, darkened with exhaustion.

he can't seem to breathe past the lump in his throat.

her chest falls in a terrible rhythm, stopping and rising in uneven intervals, mimicking the breathing habits of someone with horrible sleep apnea.

blood is smeared on the floor from her feet, staining the carpeted floor of their trailer as she leans back against the pillows, unaware of eddie's presence.

and he wants to scream.

wayne's hand finds it's way onto the back of his neck, and before eddie can protest, the man is dragging him into his bedroom. with a grimace eddie can't make out, wayne shuts the door, leaving him alone.

but all he can do is sit and think about the blood on the floor.

-

eddie doesn't know how long he sits on wayne's bed before the door creaks open. hopper had left in a flash, sirens blaring down the road as he pulled away from their trailer.

his sister dangles from wayne's arms, cleaned up. bandages seem to cover her entirely, a small bit of tanned skin peeking through the bandages. wayne had even tried his best at a braid.

they don't talk as wayne lies her down on the bed, pushing down eddie's shoulder. it's like a ghost is beside him as she lies silent, unmoving against wayne's comforter. she's swaddled in a jacket that looks unfamiliar to eddie, a long fur coat he had never seen before, stupidly similar to the ones the russians on the televison wore.

her breaths are unsteady, coming out in slow puffs that leave him on edge, constantly waiting for the next, and even as wayne kills the lights and climbs into the other side of the bed, eddie waits for the puff of breath.

-

as he lies in bed, he knows that there is no god in hawkins. there is no god that saved his sister. there is nothing but cruelty and judgement in their town.

Dirty Cop || Sukuna Ryomen

✵ ft. Policeman Sukuna x f.reader

✰༄ wc: 3k

༻ warning: smut, p in v, porn with plot, Dirty Cop (Sukuna), (slight) cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Sukuna mean is mean (obviously) , missionary, swearing, etc.

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Sukuna is a corrupt cop, known for his ruthlessness and disregard for the law. He had taken many lives, and his name was whispered in fear among the citizens. As a prisoner, you had fallen afoul of his twisted sense of justice.

The cell was cold, stark, and barren, with little more than a cot and a bucket for a toilet. The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder as they approached your cell. The door swung open, revealing Sukuna, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." He snarled, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. His expression was cold and cruel, devoid of any remorse or pity. "You've been causing trouble, haven't you?"

Sukuna stepped closer to the bars, his eyes raking over your body. He was dressed in a police uniform, the badge glinting ominously in the dim light. His ego was evident in his stance, his superiority clear in his demeanor.

"Perhaps we can come to an arrangement? Perhaps you can serve me instead of rotting in this cell." He suggested, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "What do you say, prisoner?"

"Arrangement?" You snorted, trying to mask the fear that gripped your chest. You knew what he meant, and you weren't interested in becoming his pawn. But fear coursed through your veins, making you doubt your choice. "What kind of arrangement are we talking about here, Officer?"

Sukuna's grin widened, his eyes flashing with dark delight at your hesitation. He leaned closer, his voice low and seductive.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm offering. You see, I have a particular taste for those who dare to defy me. And I find you most...intriguing." He purred, reaching through the bars to trace a finger along the edge of your jaw. His touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Now, you can either accept my offer and perhaps find yourself a bit more comfortable in this hellhole, or you can continue to defy me and suffer the consequences." His eyes locked onto yours, daring you to resist. "The choice is yours, prisoner."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing as you considered your options. Sukuna's touch sent a wave of revulsion and fear coursing through you, but you couldn't deny the power he held over you.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. His power was undeniable, and you were acutely aware of the danger you were in. "What do you want me to do?"

Sukuna's smile widened, his eyes darkening with pleasure at your submission. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered:

"I want you to serve me, little prisoner. I want you to do my bidding, to be my toy when I desire. And if you please me, I might just release you from this cell." His fingers trailed down your neck, sending chills down your spine.

"But if you displease me...well, let's just say your stay here will be much less comfortable." His voice was a low growl, his eyes gleaming with malice.

You swallowed hard, hating yourself for even considering his offer. But the thought of enduring more torture and torment in this cell was almost worse than submitting to him. Your mind raced as you considered your options.

"Fine...I'll do as you say. Just get me out of here" You whispered.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed in appraisal, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. He straightened, pushing away from the bars with a flick of his wrist. The sound of keys jingle in the empty hallway and he open the door to your cell.

As you stepped out of the cell, the sudden freedom was almost overwhelming. But the relief was short-lived as Sukuna's hand clasped around your arm, pulling you close. His touch was cold and unyielding, a reminder of his power over you.

"Good choice, prisoner." He purred, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, let's see what you're made of."

He led you down the hallway, past other cells filled with screaming prisoners. The sound of their torment was a constant reminder of what awaited you if you failed to please him. Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

Sukuna stopped in front of a door, the symbol of a badge embossed on it. He opened it, gesturing for you to enter with a smirk.

Step into the office, and you'll find yourself in a room filled with the stench of decay and corruption. Papers and files are scattered across the desk, a testament to Sukuna's disorganized lifestyle. The walls are adorned with pictures of his previous victims, their lifeless eyes staring back at you accusingly.

Sukuna closes the door behind you, locking it with a satisfying click. He turns to face you, his eyes gleaming with danger. "Now, little prisoner, let's see what you can do for me."

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest as Sukuna's gaze bore into you. The room was suffocating, the stench of decay and corrupt

ning overwhelming. You could feel the accusing eyes of his previous victims upon you, and the weight of your situation pressed down on your shoulders. Your mind raced with fear and uncertainty, but you forced yourself to stand tall, meeting Sukuna's gaze with as much defiance as you could muster.

"What do you want me to do?" You asked, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. You knew that submission was the only way to survive in this hellish place, but you couldn't bring yourself to show weakness.

he didn’t say anything and he walked in a secret room behind his paper wall and you followed him knowing he was going to kill you if you don’t. The room was a dungeon/room the walls was black and there was a bed with red sheets and blankets

As you entered the room, your heart pounded in your chest. The walls were painted a dark, ominous black, and the bed was covered in red sheets and blankets, creating a disturbing contrast. You couldn't shake the feeling that this was where your fate would be decided.

Sukuna turned to face you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Strip," he commanded, his voice low and seductive. There was no room for negotiation in his tone.

You hesitated, your mind racing with uncertainty and a tinge of desire because it was no surprise that Sukuna was fucking hot. But you knew that disobeying him would only lead to more pain and suffering. you began to undress, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Good. Now get on the bed." He ordered, his eyes raking over your body with obvious pleasure.

You climbed onto the bed, your body shaking at the things that was going to happened. Sukuna circled around you, his eyes lingering on every inch of your naked form. His gaze was predatory, his touch cold and unyielding as he examined you like a piece of meat.

"I'm going to teach you who's in charge here, little prisoner." He growled, his voice low and menacing. You could feel his eyes on you, assessing and judging. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for you.

"Spread your legs." Sukuna commanded, his voice a low growl. Without waiting for a response, he pushed your thighs apart, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze, he started at your cunt watching it glistening with arousal.

You felt a blush creeping up your neck as he inspected you, his eyes gleaming with darkness and lust. His rough his fingers begin prying your wet folds apart his finger slowly trails up your cunt harshly flicking your clit in ways that left you feeling more needy and desperate.

You moaned softly, your body arching involuntarily at his touch. This wasn't what you expected, but the sensation was undeniable. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with fear. He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

"You're going to learn to serve me well, little prisoner." His voice was low and seductive, his eyes gleaming with malice. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. With a flick of his wrist, he secured them around your wrists, pulling them above your head and securing them to the bedpost.

You gasped at the sudden movement, your heart pounding in your chest as he moved closer. His eyes were cold and calculating, his touch rough and unyielding as he prepared to take what he wanted.

he then reached his hands his the drawer pulling out two nipple clamps

As he approached you, you couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. His eyes were dark and hungry, and you knew that he was going to take what he wanted, regardless of your feelings. You tried to steel yourself for what was coming, but your body was already reacting to his presence.

he attached the nipple clamps, causing you to yelp in surprise.

The sudden pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the surge of arousal that coursed through you. You couldn't help but moan at the sensation, your body betraying your fear and submission.

Sukuna smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good, little prisoner." He purred, his voice low and seductive.

his rough hands begin to pinch and pull at the nipple clamps making you moan and whimper at the pain and pleasure you pull at the cuffs already feeling overwhelmed pleasure.

Look at you, already drunk off the pleasure like a bitch in heat” he says with a dark smirk on his face, you tried to pull your thighs together but he quickly pressed his knee against your cunt, you moan at the friction unintentionally bucking your hips against his knees as he continues to grope and pull at your breast and nipple clamps

"You're a filthy little slut," Sukuna growled, his eyes gleaming with lust. He released your nipples, and stood up, leaving you panting and whimpering for more, he begin to take off his police uniform

As he stripped off his uniform, your eyes widened at the sight of his toned body. He was a beast of a man, his muscles rippling with power and authority.

When he finally took off his pants his cock springs out his was think and his pink tip glistening with pre cum, your cunt throbs with need

"So, you like what you see?" Sukuna purred, his eyes gleaming with malice. He ran a hand down his cock, smirking at the sight of your arousal. He knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"Beg for it, little prisoner. Beg for my cock." He commanded, his voice low and seductive. He knew you wanted it, knew you needed it. And he intended to use that to his advantage.

"Please..." you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn't deny what you were feeling, the need for him consuming you.

"Please what?" He demanded, his eyes gleaming with dark delight. He wanted to hear you say it, to hear you beg for his cock.

"Please fuck me, sir..." You begged, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't deny the need any longer, the desire for him overwhelming your fear and submission.

Sukuna smiled, his eyes gleaming with victory. "That's what I like to hear." He growled, his eyes raking over your body. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, throbbing and ready for action.

he rubs his cock in between your folds teasing your clit and getting his cock wet from your arousal

Please hurry, sir” *you cried with need, your cunt clenching around nothing, he suddenly slapped your cunt making you yelp “don’t fucking rush me” he said with a dark smirk, he continued to tease you for a few more seconds before pushing his cock into your tight cunt, you moaning at feeling the delicious stretch of his thick cock.

he grunts at feeling your tight wet cunt he continued to push into you until he bottoms in you he grips your hips tightly then he pushes out all the way until his tip is at your entrance then he slammed back into you making you moan out and tug at the cuffs, he slams back into you one more time before creating a rough pace.

your body had no time to adjust to his size, the sudden invasion causing you to gasp and moan. The sensation was intense, your body protesting and welcoming him at the same time. His cock was thick and hard, stretching you in ways you never thought possible.

"You like that, little prisoner?" Sukuna growled, his eyes gleaming with malice. He knew you needed this, needed him. He began to pump into you, his rhythm rough and demanding. You couldn't help but moan and buck your hips against him, your body begging for more.

"Yes, sir...please don't stop." You begged, your voice barely above a whisper. His cock was filling you, his movements rough and unyielding. You couldn't help but clench your cunt around his thick cock making him groan and grip your waist harder.

"Good girl." Sukuna purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He increased his pace, his thrusts harder. You could feel his cock hitting your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

His hands goes up and pull on your nipples clamps making you moan louder and your hands grip the cuffs, he continues to slam into you making sure you feel his thick cock. You could feel his cock stretching you, his movements rough and dominating. The pleasure was intense, making your legs shake from how overwhelming the pleasure was.

"Fuck, you're tight." He growled, his eyes gleaming with hunger . He reached down, and begin rubbing your clit and rubbing it in circles. The sensation was too much.

Fuck…I’m cummming” You screamed, your hips bucking against him as you came. The orgasm was intense, your body trembling with the force of it. But it wasn't enough, the need still gnawing at you, demanding more.

"Again." Sukuna commanded, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He didn't let up, his thrusts relentless. You could feel him hitting your g-spot again, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside you.

"Please...please, sir..." You begged, your voice hoarse from your earlier scream. You couldn't deny the need, the desire for more consuming you.

"You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled, his eyes gleaming with malice. He increased his pace, his thrusts harder. You could feel him hitting your sweet spot again, the intensity building once more.

He lifts your hips up at a new angle he begin groaning indicating he was coming close.

“I’m gonna fill you pretty cunt, so full of my cum be grateful I’m giving a lowlife like you my cum” he groan wrapping his hand around your neck his thrusts turn erratic and his begin to bite into your neck muffling his groans.

you moan as well and he grips your hips and he fills you to the brim with his cum he slowly thrust into you riding out his high a few seconds later he pulls out of you his cum dripping out of and you whimpered as his pushed his fingers inside of your cunt making sure his cum stays.

Making sure you get all of my cum don’t you waste a drop” he says before pulling out of you and putting his fingers in your mouth

“Clean them” he say darkly and you flip your tongue around his finger making sure you get a taste of all his cum he then pull his finger out of your mouth and took off your cuff you pant and try to catch your breath you watch as he gets dressed putting back on your uniform.

“I’ll let you stay your useful for something” he says before walking out leaving you as a mess on the bed you decide to stay in the bed and go to sleep since I know once he gets off work there plenty of more rounds.

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Credits to the artist for the picture

Rings

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Other Stuff: Fluff, just Fluff; Friends that are too afraid to ask each other out; I think this’ll be my entry for Valentine’s Day, I’m really not sure ( wala kase akong jowa lol; trans: I don’t have lover lol)

Rings are special to you, very special even, causing you to having a collection of your own. Rings of so many kind filled your jewelry box, in fact, that’s just your FIRST jewelry box. They were just too many that you had to get another box to put them in, only for it to be immediately filled by, obviously rings. You have the chunky ones, the thin ones, the ones that are just simple, and even the ones with big-ass diamonds, gems and even stones in them. Just let everybody name any ring they want and you just…you just have it But, those rings of yours are not as special to the one you’ve been wearing for 9 years now. It was a ring you personally made for you and your best friend, Choi San,…who’s also the man of your dreams. Ironically, you made a friendship ring with the guy you loved for 11 years and wore it for 9 years, 9 years of being friend-zoned, I guess? It’s not like you confessed to him and he rejected you, only wanted you as his best friend, I mean, the friendship rings itself were giving it’s way to you, dumb of you to make those rings when you already loved him more than a friend and no longer sees him as just a best friend of yours “Hey!”; “Shoot!” You jumped out of surprise, your nerves knocking you out of your reminiscing state of mind while the suspect who surprised you was already throwing their head back out of laughter; “San?! Seriously?!” You whined, rolling your eyes at him as you heaved deeply; “You’re so jumpy, aren’t you?” He teased while nudging his shoulder to yours; “Yeah, whatever. So, are you ready to go?” You asked, your arms still crossed in front of your chest; “Of course! Let’s go, jumpy!” He teased one more time, ruffling your hair before running away from you; “CHOI SAN!!” You exclaimed as you tried to catch up on him, only for you to give up and eventually, continue walking half-way to your destination You deeply huffed in air, catching your breath as you finally arrived at the Pet Cafe, being greeted by San who’s busy giggling, already playing with the cats and dogs. All of them swarmed over to him, wanting his attention…or treats, and as per you, you were only smiling at the adorable interaction between him and the fur babies. San looked up and saw you, lost in your own thoughts while mindlessly smiling at him; “Y/N! C’mere!” He called out, his hand motioning you to come as you shook your head, bringing yourself back to reality before continuing your way to him. The cats and dogs all turned their attention to you as you only smiled widely, making sure you pet all of them equally; “They really like you more, huh? I’m kinda jelly” He pouted as you giggled. You reached to his hand and placed it on top of the cat’s head, who’s comfortably curled up into your lap while some of the others left; “They like you too, dumbo” You teased as the cat purred from San’s touch; “See?” You giggled as San continued caressing the cat while you noticed something “By the way, where’s you ring?” You mindlessly asked, still caressing the siamese cat on your lap; “Oh, that? Well, It doesn’t fit my index finger anymore so, I just kept it here” He explained as he takes out the ring from his pocket, showing it to you; “And you said that it has to be “specifically” on my index finger for some reasons so, yeah” He added while you only laughed, remembering that you’ve never really explained the reason behind it; “Yeah I did, actually our index fingers means friendship, that’s why I asked you to wear it there” You explained, chuckling; “Really? So, what should I do with this then?” He asked, showing you his ring again; “I don’t know, hide it I guess?” You asked back, confused; “Oh wait- I think it fits my- yeah, it does fit, look!” San exclaimed, showing you the ring that’s on his ring finger now; “W-What? Does the ring finger mean enemies? death? or any bad thing? what? what?!” He slightly panicked, caused by your shocked face; “I-It actually…means, it means marriage…” You laughed awkwardly; “R-Really?” He asked, his face turning red and a smile slowly creeping up into his lips You felt heat traveling up into your cheeks, tinting them red as you felt a blooming sensation inside you along with your butterflies flapping their wings inside you. You felt your heart skip a beat just now, as a smile creeps up into your lips as well; “Y-Yup” You answered, trying to hold in your emotions; “Then, why don’t we start our way there?” He shamelessly asked, your heart beating twice faster than before; “Are you serious? Like serious-serious?” You asked, quite unsure if you’re gonna lie or just be honest with your feelings for him; “I’m more than serious-serious, L/N Y/N” He says, his hand travelling to yours, holding it tightly; “So, you like me too?” You asked again; “I..I love you, Y/N” He mindlessly and shamelessly says, tightening his clasp onto your hands; “So, do you want to start our way to marriage?”; “Are you asking me out or your asking me to marry you-”; “Just answer the question” He giggled at how tensed you are right now; “Y-Yes!” You smiled, both of your happiness now can’t be hidden. San takes your hand and removes the ring on your index finger, putting it back, but instead in your ring finger “Now, our friendship rings are not friendship rings anymore, they’re our couple rings now!” San claims, caressing your cheeks with his free hand, happiness visible on his face as his smile grows even more and so is yours; “Are you sure this is not planned? Cuz’ you putting the ring on your ring finger is so smooth, cuz’ of that, now we’re dating” You say, a snort coming out of you, followed by a laugh; “Nope, I just love you too much that I took that opportunity” He confidentally explains, smiling widely, you two continued on caressing the cat while his other hand caresses yours; “I love you too”; “I love you more, Y/N”.

The End

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