I don’t want the pussy I eat to look prepubescent. I want the pussy on my breath to be a WOMANS pussy. I want to feel her bush tickling up my nose. I want that rainforest pussy to almost poke my damn eyes out for only then will I know i fought for my meal. The only time i will NEVER complain about hair in my food. And when i wake the next day coughing up hair it will be a valiant smile that will spread across my smile for I am a warrior of the great battle of the burning bush.
Chainsmoker cat is now my new favourite thing. Only 2 episodes out sub only and I’m actually in love. Yani is actually so relatable to me that I had to sit fainting the corner and reflect on my life for a while… hey I at least quit! Kinda.
well I did for like 3 years then started again then quit when my chest started hurting like crazy! These antidepressants are working cause I don’t wanna die rn so lung cancer ain’t in my to-do list.
Back to the point! We are both disappointments and I’m in love with her! There’s a severe lack of fics since it’s so new and it’s a rarity to see anyone who’s actually read the manga. Need some les smex with yani in disgustingly smutty details.
Let me write shit it’ll probably be a shit ton of oc x or something.
Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, swearing, kidnapping
WC: 2913
Chapter 5: Hell's coming
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Your back meets the dirt with a winded breath, Dear immediately pressed to your chest.
Bro is cussing right over your face, people are running, scattered everywhere and anywhere. You can’t see past a cloud of dirt that seems to float into the air, disturbed from it’s resting place.
You hear the giver barking out his location, orders or something- you don’t even think you have the time to register exactly. The next thing you know, Bro is hoisting you to your feet and manhandling you behind something for cover.
The table that originally the three of you were sitting at, combusted into smitherins, a scream leaving your throat as Dear began to cry into your chest.
“Levantate! We need to move-!”
“What’s happening?!” You shout beginning to move out of your hiding spots but stumbling into the open of the roads in front of you.
Bro looks to your right, stepping out after you and pushing you right back to the ground with a grunt, right as a ball of garbage lands exactly where you stood. It breaks apart into pieces, and originally you weren’t concerned with it until you noticed the char and the stench of smoke in your vicinity.
Smokers carry that stench wherever they go. You’d know because you smell everytime you work in that dingy bar.
You used to smell it every time you were near him.
His voice reaches you, Bro pulling you behind him with his headband now in his hand, eyes glowing bright amber.
In front of you three, stands what you’ve run from for all these years. The being that led you down this path where you stood right this moment.
The man that gave you your son, and the year of misery before that.
“Baby. Been looking for you for months now.”
His voice sounds older. Likely the cost of smoking. But he stands tall and proud with a devious grin to match his façade.
“Kori…”
Kori Goris had a professional look to his person. There wasn’t a day where you’d see his clothes disheveled unless he has a scrap with one of the dealers.
But now, you see his clothes are singed. Burnt at the ends with soot upon his brow. He holds your stare, relishing in the way you hold fear in your irises.
His pants are decorated with chains hanging off his belt, his shoes puff out ash wherever he steps even if it doesn’t look like any ash is there.
Your onslaught of curiosity is answered with one single look.
Kori’s eyes are shining. A bright neon orange. One that combats Bro’s amber hues unironically.
He’s flickering an old school lighter, one you recognize being one he used to light his cigarettes non-stop.
“You miss me?” Kori grins, his head tilts. Teeth shining with disgusting glee. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you home. I’m tired of this game of cat n’ mouse-”
You shake your head before he finishes his sentence. Dear’s head is hidden in your neck but the dual toned hair of his gives his identity away. Especially since Kori’s head has matching colors.
“Look at him. He’s got his daddy’s hair. He got your looks?”
Before you could move, Bro launches his cloth forward, a heavy object on the other end. With a snap of Kori’s fingers a burst of fire pops in front of him. It completely deflects the attack but distracts him enough to get you and Dear out of the way.
Bro keeps pushing you as you run, Dear holding onto you tight as though you’d ever let him fall. The giver turns around one more time, making sure your route from Kori isn’t followed by anyone else. Seeing two other people running after you with pure fear on their face, he almost mistakes them for other underground folk.
That is until two bursts of fire engulf them in flames right before his eyes.
It’s clear then, that Kori is not afraid of collateral.
He’s not afraid to take back what he thinks belongs to him. Bro is not afraid to get in the way of that.
A whirring is picked up from your ears, and you quickly side step while shoulder checking Bro into a pocket of the alley. Barely missing a large fireball that passes the three of you from where you stood.
To your despair, the fire completely blocks your exit.
You hear Kori’s cackling, his footsteps bringing him closer and closer with each huff of laughter.
Dear finally peaks out, meeting his father’s stare with fear and confusion. You try to bury him back into your neck. You never wanted these two to meet.
Hell, Kori never wanted to meet him, or so you thought. It was the whole reason you ran away.
“Don’t take another step.” Bro challenges. “I’ve been wanting to beat your ass for a while now, Kori.”
“Oof, Santa. You’re killin’ me here.” Kori smoothes out his dual toned hair, flickering with his lighter again and again. “You wanna know something? I’ve been wanting to do the fuckin’ same. Ever since I saw you walk into my girls apartment building.”
Your blood runs cold.
“How…how long-”
“Not long at all actually. You can thank your little boyfriend for that.” Kori explains. “I knew there had to be a reason my best dealer just up and left. ‘See you around’ my fucking ass. You had to have a reason to leave so I just wanted to see for myself.”
Bro visibility falters for just a moment, the realization hitting the two of you at the exact same time. Only for him it feels a thousand times worse.
“Ugh hearing you tear him a new one. Just sent me back to the good ol’ days. Course I had to beat that out of you sometimes-”
“Callate.” Bro shifts back into his defensive stance. “You had it good. Why come back now? Why take back what’s been running from you for so long?”
“The thrill, Santa. The thrill. You know how much adrenaline I get knowing the love of my life is just a few feet away? God I laid eyes on her and it was like the first day I met her. Wandering those tunnels. Looking for some ‘fun’ as she said. Something about ruining something so sweet just gives you a thrill of a lifetime.”
You shake your head, refusing to let those memories come back.
“You kept leaving her gifts at her door like it was a fucking shrine. So I wanted to play nice guy for two seconds. She was never too materialistic. She liked the effort. I’m sure that poem made you so ooey gooey inside, huh baby?” Kori flashes his teeth with a thick smile. “Suprised you never noticed the handwriting. Am I that forgettable?”
The way he eyes your son gives you a wave of confidence and anger. But hearing him speak was the only thing holding you back.
You never spoke back. You knew better. But you have changed now. You knew your worth.
“You couldn’t have. Not when you got that thing on your arm-”
“He’s nothing like you.” You spat. “He’s everything you will never be. My baby’s going to be a better person than your sorry ass could ever become.”
Kori’s smile fades. His lighter shuts tights and for just a moment, the roaring of the fire behind you dies down. Within that second, you smell the smoke. As though the fire’s completely gone.
“You know how I got these abilities, sweetheart?” Kori asks as he steps forward. You and Bro both take a step back. “You left. You left and took every part of me with you.”
His free hand rises to rub down his face, gliding against his cheek as though he’s calming himself down. “I know I said some shit. But man. You didn’t even fight me on anything. Took my money, my baby-”
“You’re baby?!” You scoff. “You wanted him dead!”
“That was before I knew what humans were capable of.”
Bro holds his hand in front of you, preventing you from even thinking of moving forward. “No te muevas.”
Kori continues anyways. “You left me with a chunk of my money gone. My baby, gone. My other half, gone. I had nothing. Zero, zip, nothing to come home to. The underground is so, so fucking lonely. And what did I do but smoke my feelings away. The smoke spoke to me. The lighter was the only source of warmth.”
He flicks the lighter again, but instead of the normal sized fire coming out, the flame is bigger. Much bigger.
It attaches to his clothes and rises up, engulfing his outline in a decent wall of fire. He looks as though he’s a candlewick, standing with a flame as big as a building.
“I was at my lowest point. And then it all hit me.” Kori grins, insanity written upon his face. “Oh my son, anyone can be a giver if they’re at rock,”
“Run.” Bro commands, but your frozen still for a second longer. You’re horrified at the growth of the fire.
“Fuckin’,”
Dear is the one to snap you out. Patting at your back and pointing behind you. You turn just in time to see not only the fire behind you begins to grow with Kori, but something else incoming.
Again, you push Bro into the alleyway pocket.
“Bottom!!”
Just as Kori maniacally announces the finale of his sentence and assumingly finishing blow, a massive spew of water breaks through his flames and hits him back a few feet. He lands on his back with a heave, his body sent into momentary shock.
You don’t even have time to register what that could have been. But from the uniforms you see at the end of the way, you’re more than relieved to see it’s the Cleaner’s Bro has been talking about for a while. Bro whips his cloth up the the top of a building’s roof and hoists him and the two off you up with what you assume might’ve been pure adrenaline.
Once you’re up, you finally see the chaos that unleashed by Kori’s hand.
It seems he’s not the only Giver attacking this poor village. You see raiders running amuck. One having tendrils for his hair, throwing things here and there. Another has a giant hammer, horrifically breaking anything and everything in her path. What catches your eye is a circle of color that comes in and out, bringing in more raiders by the second.
You’re observation gets cut off, Bro’s hands cup your face as he drags your attention to him.
“Are you both okay? Tell me you’re not hurt.”
You blink, aware of the tears that try to build up and out of your eyes. But you shake your head anyways. You can’t break down right now. Not now.
“We need to keep moving-”
A loud roar spooks the three of you in it’s originating direction. While you’re astonished at the sight, Bro mutters a curse. A giant, green beast is demolishing the tendril raider you spotted earlier, and they’re seemingly laughing with glee while they do it.
“Guita. That’s way too big-” He shuts himself up, shaking his head back to the current situation. “Come on, lets get away from the alley.”
You look around for the nearest escape. There’s a plank leading to the other end of the building.
It doesn’t look very sturdy, but if your quick you can get over. The only issue is that Dear would have to cross over himself.
“I can’t just make him cross first.” You tell Bro. “He’ll freak out.”
Bro looks from you, and back to the other side of the roof. His thumb and index finger meet his collar. “Enjin, I gotta meet you back on the ground, but I need someone to grab the kid and-”
You hear the grunts coming from the collar.
‘Heard! Just hang tight-!’
That’s enough for Bro to get into action.
“You trust me?” He asks.
“Yes.” You don’t even hesitate to respond.
Bro almost falters at that. The moment passes without a word about it. “You cross first, I’ll stay with Dear. There’s nothing to tie cloth to so I’m gonna try to help him over the plank. Alright?”
You nod, not noticing the look of bewilderment on your son’s face. Just as Dear sees you step onto the ledge he shrieks and kicks at Bro. You both look at him with panic, knowing you wouldn’t have time to ease this out and think of a new plan.
“He needs to see.” Bro states. “He needs to see it’s ok. Here, switch with me!”
You sigh, coming back down and taking Dear from Bro’s arms. Suddenly, you know what he might’ve felt when you see Bro quickly come up the ledge. You almost feel your heart leap to your throat, you’re so scared.
With a slight quickness to his step, Bro makes it over with little to no issue. The sight makes Dear look at you with a new stare you couldn’t quite put into words.
You put his feet on the ledge anyways, and note how Bro is almost leaned halfway over to him.
“Okay baby. Balance okay? You gotta walk towards Bro-” You get interrupted from Dear whining again, his tears falling in big, heaving, drops. You try to shush him, urging him over the wooden plank. You’re grateful it’s a lot wider than Dear is, but you’re still on edge. “Baby, please. I’ll be right behind you.”
That seems to grab his attention. So you repeat yourself. “I’ll be right behind you. As soon as you're over I’ll be right there. Okay?”
It takes a second. Bro urged him to cross with a strained voice. “Come on, she’ll be okay, papas.”
Dear slowly nods, holding your hand to the edge of the plank. You and Bro both hold onto the ends, making sure it stays where it needs to stay. You give your son a small kiss on his hand and send him off.
Little by little, he takes a step, not quite looking down but watching his footing. He pauses right in the middle to your horror. Behind you, you can hear the roar of fire and the same water blasts hitting at the walls of the farthest side of the building. At some point, you think you hear slicing of sorts but it doesn’t quite distract you. It just makes you aware of what could be happening.
“Keep going, baby! You’re fine. Crawl if you have to!”
At that, Dear slowly gets to his knees and with a new found speed, gets across much faster. He flinches a bit on the last few inches, whincing in pain.
He looks at his hand for just a second, and ignores it the rest of the way over. Bro reaches out, getting him from a good distance and brings him safely to his side.
You let out a breath of relief, momentarily grinning at the two boys on the other side.
You wordlessly put your hands on the ledge, ready to hoist you up before you hear Enjin’s voice, almost clear as day despite the distance.
“Bro! He got through! Incoming!”
Quickly, your head turns to the end of the roof you’re on, watching as Kori rises up like a rocket with the flexibility to turn as he pleases.
“Whew! You Cleaner bitches know how to fight!”
Bro swears, taking his cloth to give you a chance to get over the makeshift bridge. If it’s you he wants he’s got you right then and there, there’s not much Bro can do to save the day this time.
And yet, in that second Kori’s voice rings in your ear.
“Oh my son, anyone can be a giver…”
It was never you he was hunting down. Maybe at first glance, but it changed. You turn, eyes widening at the colored circle appearing behind Bro and Dear. Kori laughs behind you now, and the bridge gets blown into bits.
The three of you duck out of the way to not get hit by the debris, and when you pick your head up, you’re just in time to see another fireball hit right in front of them. Sending them toppling into the portal and out of sight.
“No-!” You scream. A hand wraps itself around your neck, Kori’s lips reaching close to your ear.
“Someone’s gotta take over the family business, mommy-dearest.”
Right as those words leave his mouth, you scream, pulling your head forward and immediately launching it back to hit him in the face.
A move you’ve clearly done so often with Kori that he expects it. With the momentum you’ve given him, he pulls you down to the ground. Standing over you with a deranged grin. “You could have joined. Been my arm candy all over again. I treated you like a fucking queen-”
“I’ll kill you.” You promise. “I’ll kill you and I’ll bury you in those fucking tunnels myself!”
You pick yourself back up, only to get knocked down again with the bottom of his boot.
“You’ll have to find me first, baby. He’ll be alright. He’s gonna know where home is.” He states.
“You son of a-”
You never noticed his foot reeling back. With a swift kick to your face, you’re knocked out cold, left to be found by whoever comes across you.
Thoughts had while rewatching Horimiya: it seems to me that miyamura gave himself piercings and tattoos as a form of self harm. I mean he did his piercings with a SAFETY PIN that probably wasn’t sanitised and it was dripping blood and he didn’t even bother cleaning it and let it drip, the tattoos we also probably part of that as well. Like I also think teen brain of this will make me cooler and people will like me more was a big part of that but you can’t tell me he didn’t think he deserved the pain.
Bro I feel so maternal towards Dear. Like thats my cutie angry little baby man. I wish there were more fics of just mother!reader and Dear plus some bro fics too cause the only thing I don’t like about him is how un-moanable his name is, I don’t wanna be reading ‘b-bro~’ naaah.
You know what I need some to write a op Loki x reader where reader’s a giant but short compared to other giants. I like the whole he’s taller than others they’re smaller than others thing, think it’s cute. I would write it but I have a thing where I can’t write for a character unless I understand them well enough to make confident decisions about how they would act/answer/speak in different scenarios.
Bro I feel so maternal towards Dear. Like thats my cutie angry little baby man. I wish there were more fics of just mother!reader and Dear plus some bro fics too cause the only thing I don’t like about him is how un-moanable his name is, I don’t wanna be reading ‘b-bro~’ naaah.
Had a dream I had a chiropractor GF and she saw me wincing cause my titties too fat for my weak spine and cracked my neck so good I cried and said I love you.
Sooo we have any chiropractor lesbians in the house? 20 or older? I will not date anyone younger than me cause I ain’t a nonce~
I don’t want the pussy I eat to look prepubescent. I want the pussy on my breath to be a WOMANS pussy. I want to feel her bush tickling up my nose. I want that rainforest pussy to almost poke my damn eyes out for only then will I know i fought for my meal. The only time i will NEVER complain about hair in my food. And when i wake the next day coughing up hair it will be a valiant smile that will spread across my smile for I am a warrior of the great battle of the burning bush.
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