#((Shh it's technically 3 each

[sunniques]

— 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 !

➺ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your stepdad goes to great lengths to spoil you.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infedilty, age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink, somnophilia, cockwarming, masturbation, oral sex (f & m), rimming, face riding, unprotected sex, creampies, squirting, cum eating, riding, shower sex, recording during sex, having sex while on the phone, reader can be carried by cheol

➺ WC: 8k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. thank you @wonustars for beta reading this for me <3

Seungcheol is the first to admit that he spoils you rotten. He can’t really be blamed for it since you were a spoiled princess long before he met you. Technically, it’s your mother’s fault for always indulging you every time you asked for something. He knows she only gave in to compensate for not being around as much as she should have, but now it’s a responsibility he’s happily shouldered.

That’s why when you tell him you want to fuck all over the house with no interruptions, he doesn’t hesitate to make that happen. It's not hard despite there being certain obstacles he comes across.

"I don't understand," his wife's voice wobbles just enough for him to realize she's going to push back. "If you're upset with me, what we need is to talk, not give each other space."

"I need time to think, and I can't do that with you here."

"Seungcheol," his wife's voice is tight with repressed emotion. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not leaving my own house—"

"It's my house," he reminds her coldly. "You're hardly ever here, anyway. I know you'd rather be at work than spend time with me or Y/N."

Your mom flinches because his words are like ice, and because they're true. Still, the selfish part of her can't give him what he wants. Not when it feels like this will make her lose him forever.

"But giving you space for the entire weekend—!"

"Don't raise your voice," Seungcheol hisses, eyes dark and dangerous. "I don't want Y/N to hear."

He won't let her ruin your surprise. He wants to see your face when he tells you that you'll have the entire house to yourselves all weekend long.

Seungcheol doesn't feel bad even as his wife swallows thickly.

"Fine," she whispers, "I'll give you the space you want."

"Good. I want you gone before Saturday."

It's still early when you're gently pulled out of your wet dream by an intense pleasure. Through bleary eyes, you can see the sun still hasn't fully risen. You almost think you're still dreaming until you realize that your pussy being hot and wet is very real. Immediately, you recognize the situation and the pleasure clouding your senses.

You let out a needy mewl when you look down to see a head of hair between your thighs. Arousal rips through you when you realize you're completely naked, sleeping shirt and panties discarded beside your equally naked stepdad. Seungcheol groans into your cunt, pulling back a bit to gently suck on your swollen clit. The quiet whine you let out has his cock throbbing.

"Morning, princess."

"Daddy," you moan as you spread your trembling thighs.

"Shh, baby," Seungcheol gently shushes you while still lapping at your dripping cunt. "Your mom's still sleeping. You don't want to wake her up do you?"

More juices drip from your clenching pussy, and for a moment you wish he had crushed some of those sleeping pills in her drink again. But then again, if she slept in and missed her flight you wouldn't be able to have a cum-filled weekend with her husband like you planned. All you can do is hope she leaves for your grandparents' house soon.

"She's not gone yet?" You can't keep the whine out of your sleepy whisper.

"No," Seungcheol sighs in mutual disappointment before dropping his head back down to keep eating you out.

You toss your head back, mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he licks a broad stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit again. He repeats the action before forcing his tongue back into your slick pussy. Your clit pulses with pleasure as Seungcheol slowly eats you out.

"I've been feasting on your little pussy all morning," he hums against you, placing gentle kisses on your soft lips.

"Already got you to cream on my tongue twice."

He sounds so pleased that he got you to cum without waking you. The satisfied smirk on his shiny lips makes you moan and roll your hips into his mouth.

"You like that, sweetheart? Like that your daddy couldn't help himself?" Seungcheol's eyes are dark as he gently nips at your throbbing clit.

You give him a half-hearted nod, mind swimming with pleasure. Seungcheol's tongue smooths over your pussy and runs it up your slit to softly suckle on your clit, getting the sensitive bud messy with his spit. You grind your hips into his mouth eagerly, wanting to put on a show for the dark eyes that are watching you with molten heat.

Seungcheol pulls back, but not without pressing a quick kiss to your throbbing clit. "Roll over for me, baby. I want to try something."

You sluggishly do as he asks, rolling over until you're lying on your stomach. He grabs your thighs and pushes them until you're spread open, glistening cunt on display for him. Your stepdad's groan is guttural and makes you clench around nothing.

"Prettiest fucking view ever," Seungcheol hums to himself, cock throbbing at the erotic sight of you splayed out for him.

Seungcheol's hands grab your ass as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips open. He's quick to dive back into your pussy like a starved man. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching as arousal thrums in your belly.

"God, baby. Love eating this pretty pussy." Your stepdad groans into the wet mess he's created, fucking his tongue deeper into your tight hole.

You try to keep your moans quiet as your hips squirm against the wet tongue spearing you open. The way Seungcheol greedily eats your cunt turns you on even more, and just thinking about what he says gets you even wetter. Feeling his strong hands holding you open as he's fucking his tongue into your clenching hole over and over again is sending you closer to the edge.

You tense slightly when you feel the pad of a finger slide over the furl of your asshole. Seungcheol groans into your pussy making you clench and rock down on the bed. He doesn't move his finger, only rubs it softly back and forth over your asshole.

"Want me to eat this hole too, sweetheart?" Seungcheol pulls back with a wet sound, mouth dragging up to bite your ass cheeks. "All you have to do is ask."

You feel hot all over, loving how fucking nasty he is. How he doesn't hesitate to give you anything you want. All you do is hum, and in less than a second he's spreading your ass until your hole is completely bare for him to see. You wiggle your hips to further entice him. Seungcheol growls as he licks a hot, wet stripe from your cunt all the way to your asshole.

"Daddy!" You cry, pussy fluttering at how much you like it. "More!"

"Don't worry, brat. Daddy's gonna lick you clean," Seungcheol says before he spits on your puckered hole. "I'm gonna eat this cute little ass all morning."

You gasp and moan as he licks over your rim with his hot tongue. The sensation makes you squirm and rock your swollen clit into the bed. While you're distracted by his mouth, he slips a couple of fingers into your empty pussy making you squeal and buck your hips. Seungcheol hums and slowly slides his tongue into your ass, spit dripping down onto his fingers that are scissoring you open.

"Fuck, daddy." You choke out, feeling unbelievably turned on as Seungcheol fucks your ass open with his thick tongue.

He fucks his fingers into your pussy until he's rubbing against your g-spot. You whine and bite your pillow to try and stifle the filthy sounds you're letting out. His tongue greedily licks your asshole open, sloppy wet sounds echoing off your bedroom walls making you drip slick down his fingers. It all feels so good that you wouldn't care if your mom were to walk in on you and your stepdad like this.

You're so lost in pleasure that you almost miss the knock on your door.

"Y/N? Are you awake?" Your mom's groggy voice wanders through the door.

Seungcheol groans quietly and buries his tongue past your clenching hole. His tongue fucks deeper into your ass while he fingers your cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your stepdad starts to eat you out with more vigor than before. His fingers curl into you, massaging that spot that has you mewling into your covers.

Seungcheol briefly pulls away to whisper his filthy desire. "Cream all over my fingers, sweetheart. Show daddy how much you love having his tongue in your ass."

You can't keep your moan quiet when Seungcheol fucks his fingers into your squelching pussy harder. The long digits brush against your spongy spot until your tight pussy is pulsing around his fingers.

"Y/N?" Your mom sounds a bit more awake now.

You grind your hips into Seungcheol as his tongue slowly laps at the rim of your hole over and over again. The sloppy wet noise fills the room, and you wonder if your mom can hear it. Not that you or your stepdad care.

"I-I'm getting up now," luckily, your fucked out voice can easily be mistaken for fatigue.

"I won't be able to make you breakfast before I go. Make sure you eat something before you go to class!"

She's never made you breakfast—not even when you were in grade school. Instead of pondering on why she was trying to act doting, you give her a shaky okay. All you really care about is the teasing kicks her husband is giving your clenching hole.

When her footsteps fade away, his tongue spears you open again. Seungcheol starts to roughly fuck his fingers into your sopping pussy. It all feels so good that you start to bounce back against your stepdad's mouth and fingers, a preening whine high in your throat. Seungcheol lets out a feral growl and pushes his mouth harder against the furl of your asshole to fuck his tongue deeper into your clenching hole.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy," you mewl softly.

Seungcheol hums and keeps eating your ass, his long fingers massaging your velvety walls. You writhe against your bedsheets, the friction allowing the fabric to rub against your clit. Your toes curl as the stimulation pushes you over the edge. With a muffled wail, you cum hard around Seungcheol's fingers. Your wet walls flutter around his fingers as you asshole clenches around his wet tongue.

Your stepdad pulls away once you come down from your high. He groans lowly in his throat before telling you to stay still. A familiar wet sound fills your ears, and when you look over your shoulder you see him jerking off.

"Gonna cum on your holes." Seungcheol groans, fucking his hand harder.

His fat tip bumps against your spread pussy as hot ropes of cum cover your skin. You moan when you feel him drag the head of his leaking cock up to your asshole to cover it with the rest of his seed.

"So fucking pretty," Seungcheol groans.

You lick your lips and blindly reach for your phone. "Want pictures, daddy."

Seungcheol's grin is devious as he takes your phone and does as you ask. He even gets your permission to take a quick video of your soiled holes. Once he's done, he tosses the phone aside and pulls you up to give you a filthy kiss. You moan into his mouth, knowing this is going to be the best weekend of your life.

"Come on, princess," Seungcheol coos adoringly after you pull away. "Let's go shower."

You lick your lips as your stepdad picks you up and carries you over to the master bedroom. It's thrilling for you, especially because you can hear that your mom is still downstairs. Seungcheol shares your uncaring attitude. He's too busy showering you with affectionate kisses to care that his wife might come upstairs and find you two naked.

The air between you is intoxicating, and you almost feel impatient when Seungcheol gently sets you down on the bathroom counter. You make a move to get off and go towards the shower, but your stepdad is quick to stop you. He places a sweet kiss on your lips, eyes shimmering with arousal and affection.

"Stay there and let daddy take care of you, sweetheart," Seungcheol says before going to start the shower.

He waits until the water warms before picking you up again and placing you under the soothing water. You let out a content sigh and lean against him as the humid air surrounds you both. Seungcheol kisses the top of your head before grabbing a clean washcloth and lathering it up with soap.

Seungcheol is gentle as he runs the sudsy cloth along your body. He takes his time, gently cleaning you while murmuring how pretty you are. You can't help but relax under his gentle touch.

"Cheol," you half moan, half sigh as he presses open mouth kisses on your clean skin.

Your thighs squeeze together when he slowly runs the cloth across your tits. He slowly circles your sensitive nipples over and over until you're mewling and arching into his touch. Seungcheol is quick to discard the cloth and goes to grab your soapy tits.

"Fuck," he groans as he pinches and tugs on your hard nipples. "You have the prettiest tits, baby."

Molten heat invades your senses, the praise making you keen. The way your stepdad is so rough with your nipples has your pussy leaking with a different type of wetness running down your thighs. One of his large hands leaves your soft flesh to turn your head so he can give you a heated kiss. His other hand slowly trails down your body until you feel his fingers swiping across your slit then back up to circle your slippery clit.

"Such a sexy little brat," Seungcheol groans fondly before he hooks his chin over your shoulder so he can watch himself play with your pussy. "Always so ready for me."

You cry out in pleasure when his hand comes down to spank your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your knees buckle, but luckily Seungcheol's arm is tightly secured around your waist. He slowly turns you until your back is against the cool tile. Your eyes follow the beads of water that run down his toned body. The water drip off his thick cock, and you feel white hot arousal consume you entirely.

"Daddy," you whine and reach out for his cock.

Seungcheol smirks and kneels down, ignoring your petulant pout, "Daddy's still hungry."

You clench around nothing as he rubs his large hands along your thighs before spreading them open. His grin is devious as he places wet kisses along your inner thighs. You can't contain your moan as his breath ghosts across your throbbing clit.

"Daddy!" You squeal when Seungcheol finally fucks his tongue into your wet cunt.

Your stepdad groans, the vibration stimulating you further as his tongue slides deeper into your pulsing cunt. It's impossible not to watch him as he messily eats you out, licking and suckling on your sensitive bud. His dark eyes are trained on you, loving the fucked out face you're making.

Seungcheol moans when you grind your pussy into his face. He eagerly laps up your juices, licking and tasing every part of you his tongue can reach. The way he places soft kisses between his licks and sucks make your trembling legs feel like they're going to give out. Your eyes roll back as he fucks his tongue deeper into your hole, slurping up every last bit of your arousal.

Seungcheol's cock throbs at the sweet sounds you're letting out. He smirks against your cunt when you arch up and press closer to his pouty lips.

"Gonna cum, daddy."

Seungcheol hums in approval, tongue relentlessly lapping at your clit. "Do it, princess. Cum on daddy's face so he can fill you up."

You cry out loudly and squirt all over his face.

Seungcheol groans in approval and slurps up everything you release. He's smug when fucking you through your orgasm, and he doesn't stop until your legs are shaking. Your stepdad licks his lips and slowly stands, picking you up in the process. He can tell his display of strength turns you on, and it makes his ego inflate.

"Fuck," you mewl when you feel his cock nudge against your pussy.

Seungcheol's gaze is dark as he rubs his throbbing cock along your messy lips. The leaking tip bumps your sensitive clit, making you arch your back and cry out for him. You're so needy and desperate for his dick that he can't make you wait any longer. Seungcheol grabs your ass, squeezing it roughly, before he sinks you down on his aching cock.

"Mmmh, fuck, daddy," your moans come out in a fucked out pants, arms and legs locking around his body.

Seungcheol starts to fuck you slowly, rocking his cock in and out of your pussy at a pace you're not used to from him. Hot water cascades over the both of you, and it makes you feel that much better as your tight walls eagerly suck him in. You feel his cock stretching you out slowly, making you whine into his wet neck.

"Fucking shit, Y/N," your stepdad's groan is guttural. "Tight little pussy feels too good."

It's like you both lose sense of time as Seungcheol slowly splits you open on his cock. The movement of his hips are slow yet deliberate. Every time his pelvis rubs against your clit you see stars. His throbbing tip brushes against the spongy spot inside you, barely kissing your cervix with every precise movement. Molten pleasure consumes you slowly, already making you feel cock drunk.

"Seungcheol?"

Your stepdad's hips stutter at the sound of your mother's voice, but one look at the pout on your face makes him keep going. Especially since you tighten around him at the same time his cock starts to throb and twitch inside you. You two share a filthy smirk, loving the turn of events. It’s so sick and twisted, but both of you are past caring.

"What is it?" Seungcheol calls, slightly annoyed as he starts to bounce you on his cock.

"I– Well..." your mom trails off, sounding completely unsure of herself.

You don't care that it's uncharacteristic of her because Seungcheol starts to press sloppy kisses on your neck. His thrusts have grown rougher, harshly pounding into your squelching pussy. Your eyes roll back as your toes curl. The feeling of your stepdad's veiny cock dragging against your slick walls have you gushing all over him, and the fact that your mom is standing right outside the bathroom door completely unaware only turns you on more.

"I hope giving you the space you want doesn't mean this is the end of our marriage." You can tell she's close to tears as she speaks.

"Cum inside me, daddy," you purr into Seungcheol's ear, wanting nothing more than him to stuff you full.

Seungcheol quietly groans into your neck, feeling your pulsing walls flutter around his cock. His grip on your ass tightens, and he starts to bounce you harder on his aching dick. He hears his wife holding back sobs, but he doesn’t feel bad. Not since he has her daughter’s tight little pussy wrapped around his cock.

"Such a nasty little brat," he hums against your wet skin, hips snapping savagely. "You want me to cream this cute little pussy while your mom is on the other side of that door crying for me?"

You mewl into his ear, pussy clenching around his cock and staining it with more of your cream. Seungcheol grunts, hips moving faster as he fucks into your hole deeper and harder. Your back arches as your cunt spasms around his dick.

"Want it so bad, daddy," you whimper into his ears, nails digging into his back. "Breed this little pussy. Stuff me full and knock me up."

"God damn, baby. You're such a dirty little slut," he whispers against your hot, wet skin. "What would your mom say if she walked in and saw you begging for my cum?"

You whine again, hips rocking into his as his thick cock pistons in and out of your hot cunt.

"What would you tell your wife?" You say through a fucked out giggle. "You'd have to tell her that you're bouncing her daughter on your big cock because you want to put a baby in her."

Seungcheol's deep moan almost drowns out your mother's voice.

"I know you're still mad, so I'll call you when I land. Please take care of Y/N while I'm away."

"Don't worry," Seungcheol growls, loud enough to be heard over the running water. "I'll make sure to take care of her."

You finally wail out in pleasure when you hear the footsteps fade away. Seungcheol savagely rams his cock against your sweet spot over and over until you're cumming hard on his throbbing dick.

"That's it, princess. Make a mess all over daddy's cock. Fuck. I'm gonna fill this cute little pussy all weekend long. Not letting you off my dick until I know you're carrying my child."

Your stepdad spears into your sloppy cunt harder, his leaking tip brushing against your g spot with every thrust. "Fuck, sweetheart. Little pussy feels too good."

With a loud grunt, he pushed his cock as deep as it'll go before thick, hot ropes of cum spurt from his throbbing tip. Seungcheol moans loudly, grinding his cock into your pulsing walls.

You smash your lips onto his, loving the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of you.

The weekend is coming to an end, and true to his word, your stepdad has not let you off his cock. You've fucked all over the house just like you wanted. In the hot tub out back, then in the pool. On the billiards table and in the laundry room. Even on the kitchen counter and the dining room table. Every surface has been stained with you and Seungcheol's mixed releases. It thrills you because it feels like you're marking the house—your house—in the filthiest way possible.

Seungcheol has been especially doting, giving into every single one of your wishes. He even agreed to record the nasty things you do so you can watch it later on. The videos are mainly taken on your phone, but you have to insist that he take some on his too. After all, he should have some memories of the weekend he planned as well.

This is all so wrong. Seungcheol knows that, but he can't seem to make himself care. Especially when you look so beautiful underneath him, with your puffy nipples covered in his saliva and your fucked out expression of absolute pleasure. Especially when you moan and whimper the single word that makes him go insane every single time it falls from your pretty lips.

"Daddy!"

Fuck. To have his sweet little stepdaughter in such a filthy way is everything to him. His cock is buried so deep inside of you that he's certain he's in your guts. His teeth graze your neck as you cling to him. "Like this, angel? Like when your stepdad fucks you like this?"

A cute whine escapes you, but you can't answer because you're too far gone. Seungcheol thinks that you may be doing it on purpose for the camera, but either way, he loves it.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels," his whispered voice in your ear makes you shudder.

Your pussy clenches hard around his thick cock, wanting to keep him there forever.

"So fucking good. God, daddy. I'm gonna cum." Again.

You don't know how many times you've cum already, or if you've even stopped cumming. The entire weekend has felt like one prolonged orgasm for you.

You grab his hair and pull his face to yours, looking into his eyes. "Cum with me—cum inside me," you plead, your tongue flicking against his lips.

Seungcheol can't deny you anything. He never has. His hips speed up, his orgasm so close but he needs you to tip over first. The feeling of his stepdaughter creaming and making a mess on his cock is one he'll never get tired of.

"God, you're such a needy little brat," he groans against your lips. Words can't describe how much he loves you. How fucking thankful he is that you love him the same way. "Can't get enough of daddy's cum, hm?"

It only takes a few circles of his thumb on your clit and you're cumming with a loud whine.

"Daddy, please!" Your fingers dig into the skin of his back while you plead with him to fill you up. It's only a few seconds later that you're taking load after load of his thick cum.

"Mm, yes!" You mewl, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of it.

Seungcheol kisses your lips, not daring to pull out. He doesn't want a single drop to escape.

"You got all of daddy's cum. Is my sweet girl happy now?"

You smile into the kiss as you catch your breath, looking at him adoringly, "Yes, daddy."

Seungcheol licks his lips hungrily and reaches for the phone propped against the nightstand. He points it at your stuffed cunt, groaning when he sees his cum running down the length of his cock and down to his heavy sack. Just as he’s about to end the video, you buck your hips with a needy whine.

“Want more, daddy!”

And so, ever powerless to your desires, Seungcheol positions your phone in the same spot before giving you exactly what you want. He’s not soft like he was earlier—not that you want him to be. You always act like a greedy brat when you want him to be rough with you.

“What a greedy fucking brat!” He punctuates every word with a rough thrust, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your sloppy hole keeps sucking him in.

“Fucking shit. You need it that bad, baby? Need daddy’s cock to stuff you full until you’re dripping in his cum?"

Seungcheol doesn't realize just how badly you do need it. Your hands reach down to squeeze his plump ass, dragging him as far into you as physically possible. “Yes, daddy, yes! Need your cock, need your cum! Need it so fucking bad!”

Your needy moans only drive him to fuck you harder. Seungcheol feels fucking insane. This is undoubtedly the best sex of his life, and he can’t remember ever fucking anyone so passionately. Fuck, you feel so good.

He’s so addicted to your sweet little cunt that he thinks he might go crazy without it. You just have a molten little pussy that’s sucking and wetting his cock so deliciously, dragging his cum right out of his heavy balls, and he’s powerless to it. All he can do is groan and bury his face in your neck as he pulses warm and hot inside you.

“O-oh fuck, baby!” Seungcheol moans against your skin as he spills his thick load inside you. “There you go, princess. Take all of daddy’s cum.”

Your sweet moans sound like heaven, and he has to smash his lips on yours as he fucks his cum deeper into your pussy. “Fuck. Such a tight fucking pussy.”

Seungcheol’s heart nearly bursts when you give him a fucked out smile, eyes full of adoration. “It’s all yours, daddy.”

If there's one thing you've come to learn about your stepdad, it's that he's unexpectedly clingy. Honestly, you love that side of him, which is why you can't say no when he asks you to cockwarm him. You're both sitting on the couch with some movie playing softly in the background. Seungcheol is on a business call while you shop online.

All the pretty things you have in your cart are courtesy of your doting stepdad, and as you go to check out, you feel yourself slowly drifting into a peaceful haze. Seungcheol keeps talking, running a soothing hand up and down your back while periodically placing gentle kisses on your head.

You bask in his warmth and the floaty feeling taking over your consciousness. Seungcheol's cock feels so big and thick inside you that it's all you can think about. The delicious stretch it provides is driving you crazy in the best way, and it only gets worse when he trails his free hand down to squeeze your ass. You mewl into his neck, loving this dreamlike state his cock has you in.

"Feel good, princess?"

His soothing voice is like honey, and it has you sighing against his neck, "So good, daddy."

Seungcheol's smirk is smug, "Yeah?"

You hum with a halfhearted nod, still too lost in the feeling of his cock filling you up.

"Spoiled little brat likes being stretched out on this big cock, huh?"

You whine cutely, pussy clenching down on his thick cock, "Yes, daddy."

"Fuck," Seungcheol grunts, pressing his hips up into you further. "I think it's time to fill this needy cunt."

You roll your hips down with a moan of agreement. It's just like him to give you what you want before you ask for it, "Daddy's the best."

Seungcheol's smirk is unbearably attractive as his hands tighten on your waist. He wastes no time in fucking his cock up into your soaking pussy, making sure to go as deep as possible. You come back to life as his big dick hits your sweet spot immediately. With a loud cry you lift yourself off of his chest to take off the large shirt you're wearing. Your stepdad groans when he sees your pretty tits bouncing in his face, cock twitching inside you.

After several skin slapping thrusts, he slows down to deep rolling grinds. His eyes are dark as he reaches for the buzzing phone he discarded just seconds ago.

"Be quiet for me, baby."

Your eyes drift down to the phone in his hand, smirking when you see it's your mom calling. Seungcheol picks up and put it on speaker, setting the phone aside so he can grab your bouncing tits.

"Hello?"

"Hey, honey." Your mom sounds deflated. "How... How are you?"

"Fine," Seungcheol grunts before he starts to thrust deeply into your dripping cunt while pulling and pinching your pretty nipples. "How's things over there?"

Your eyes roll back as you hear your mom go on about how happy your grandparents were to see her. Molten pleasure licks up your spine as you start to meet Seungcheol's rough thrusts. His mouth drops open as your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock.

"How's Y/N?" Your mom asks, but there's something off about her tone.

Immediately, you can tell she's not really interested in what you were up to. It's a tactic to keep him on the phone longer. Not that you care. You know she's not all that concerned since you're an adult and have your own life. It's why she only texted you once after landing.

"She's fine. We spent some time together earlier—just like I promised you." His voice drips with honey as he watches you fall apart on his cock.

You grin impishly as he drills up into your squelching pussy with his thick, heavy cock. Part of you wonders if she can hear the sound of skin on skin or the lewd squelching coming from your stuffed pussy. The thought turns you on so much that you have to tamper down the moan climbing up your throat. You feel like screaming because of how good you feel, and your stepdad just smirks at you like he isn't making a mess of you.

One of Seungcheol's hands slowly trails down your body to where you're connected. His thumb circles your clit slowly, barely giving you any stimulation. You buck your hips and push yourself harder into his hand, ever the impatient brat. He loves it, and yet he ignores your silent plea. Your stepdad stops teasing your sensitive bud and moves his hand to guide your hips into a rolling grind. The other goes to the fat of your ass, roughly squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

"Thank you, honey," her tone is love stricken, and you wonder how she could easily fall back into his trap just like that. Part of you finds it funny while the other part of you feels disgusted.

"It means a lot to me that you care for her even when I'm not there."

Seungcheol smirks at you, leaning back to focus on your bouncing tits, "Of course. I have to care for our little princess even when you're not around."

You bite your lip when Seungcheol aggressively thrusts you down on his dick.

"So fucking tight." He hisses through clenched teeth.

"Well I'm grateful, even though I sometimes think she's a little too spoiled."

Both of his large hands are now cupping your ass, helping you bounce on this aching cock. His hungry gaze stares at the way your pretty pussy swallows his cock so perfectly. By now, he's sure your insides are shaped like him, and it just makes him twitch and throb inside you. He's so focused on watching his cock piston in and out of your tight hole that he almost misses his wife's question.

"Honey, are you done thinking now?"

Seungcheol doesn't answer her, instead choosing to spit on your sloppy pussy. You slow your bounces, tight cunt clenches at the action. Your stepdad smirks and does it again. He watches, completely satisfied as you shudder and roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

"No," He admits as you start to bounce on his dick again, "I'm still a little angry."

"Really?" Your mom can't hide her disappointment.

Seungcheol nearly loses it when you start to roll your hips sensually, fucking his cock exactly the way he likes it. Your thighs are starting to stick to his from the amount of wetness between you two. With a smug grin, you lean forward to give him a sloppy kiss.

"Let it all out, daddy," you whisper against his lips, "fill my pussy with your cum."

"Seungcheol?"

That annoying voice makes your stepdad fuck you harder, eager to give you what you both want.

"It's going to take some time. Some things don't just go away overnight."

Your stepdad keeps talking to your mom like you're not grinding your needy cunt on his fat cock. It's just making you more wet, and you can feel your arousal dripping down his balls and onto the nice couch. You have no doubt that it'll leave a stain, but that's the least of your worries right now. It turns you on so much to know that Seungcheol is fucking you while he's talking to his wife. You feel like such a slut, but you can't deny how much you like it.

You've never been so wet, and it makes you want to ride your stepdad harder, maybe even get caught. Your pussy spasms and clenches down on him at that thought, making him flinch and bite his lip.

Seungcheol slaps your ass with both hands and cages you against his chest. You muffle your cry of pleasure in his neck as he savagely starts to thrust into you like you're nothing more than a hole. His leaking cock is hitting inside you so deep and hard that it's not long before you cum all over his big cock.

The room smells of sex as he starts to bounce you on his sensitive cock all over again. Loud squelching and quiet whimpers fill the air as your stepdad helps you ride him. One last, milking compression of your silky pussy has him emptying his balls inside you. Seungcheol groans into your shoulder, hips never stopping.

"Okay. I understand," your mom sounds close to tears.

You don’t care. Instead, you start to move your hips to help her husband fuck his cum deeper into your fertile pussy. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his veiny girth turns your skilled movements sloppy.

“Give me more, daddy,” you mewl, batting your eyelashes in that coy way he loves.

Seungcheol raises his body into more of a sitting position and roughly pulls you up and off of his cock. You watch dazedly as his dick drools with the remnants of your orgasm and his cum. You lick your lips at the filthy sight of his wet cock.

“Honey?”

Your mom’s voice sounds distant as her husband positions you over the armrest of the couch. He only hums in response as he slowly slides his fat cock back into your messy pussy. Your mouth drops open at the feeling. Once again he’s stretching you out so good that it has your pussy clenching down on him compulsively.

“Do…” She pauses. “Do you still love me?”

Seungcheol can’t focus on her pathetic words as he slowly starts to fuck your sloppy pussy. He can see the remnants of his cum being pushed out of you as his thrusts start to get rougher. Your warm walls cling to his cock desperately, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth.

“How could you ask me that?” Seungcheol mocks her dejected tone, though she doesn’t notice. “You’re the one that’s never home anymore. I’m starting to wonder if you still love me?”

It’s sick how good he is at gaslighting, but you don’t feel bad. In fact it turns you on. Like really fucking bad. Your pussy tightens around your stepdad’s cock which makes him angle his hips to have you biting down on the armrest to stifle your filthy moans. He fucks into your sweet spot as pleasure whites out any coherent thoughts you have.

“Of course I do!” Your mom sounds shrill and distraught, so much that she can’t hear how good her husband is fucking you. How he’s splitting you open on the nice couch she picked out when they first got married. “How could you think—?”

“Let’s talk about it when you come home,” Seungcheol says through gritted teeth, eyes focused on how your pretty ass is bouncing back on his pelvis. “You’re upset, and this is a conversation we need to have in person.”

The pathetic okay sounds distant, and you vaguely catch her saying I love you to Seungcheol before he abruptly hangs up the phone without saying it back.

“Goddamn,” Seungcheol groans as disregards his phone, “trying to suck me in, sweetheart? Greedy little pussy needs daddy's cock that bad?"

He pounds into your sloppy, squelching hole when you loudly moan and nod. Your juices are dripping everywhere, and he fucking loves it. The swollen tip of his cock hammers against your g-spot until you’re screaming for him. Seungcheol smirks, knowing you were just waiting to let it all out.

"I fucking knew it," He groans with an endeared laugh.

"Don’t worry, princess. Daddy’s gonna cream this sweet fucking pussy. Get you all dirty so I can eat you out."

You whine and claw at the couch, clit rubbing against the rough material and pushing you closer and closer to orgasm. By now your legs are shaking from the sheer pleasure his big cock is giving you.

"Should I make you squirt on my cock, sweetheart? Get the couch all dirty?"

You start to bounce yourself back on his cock eagerly, "Daddy, gonna cum!"

Seungcheol grins and affectionately squeezes your sides before his hand slips down to your clit. He tugs your hips back just a little and lands a hard spank across your swollen bud. You squeal loudly, body trembling at the mean action.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, I know,” His voice drips with lust, "you know daddy can’t help but be a little rough with your little pussy."

Your stepdad smacks you again catching your clit on his wedding ring making you scream as your orgasm rushes over you. Slick drips around his cock as your cunt clamps down on his dick. You whine and move your hips in tandem with his, loving how intense this one is.

"Fuck!" Seungcheol growls, hips pistoning harder into your fluttering walls.

“Such a good girl. My good little brat—fuck!"

Your cunt milks his cock as he fills you with hot sticky cum. His thrusts start to get sloppy as he spills rope after rope into your hot cunt.

"Take it," he hisses, biting down hard on your shoulder causing you to moan, pussy clamping down even harder on his dick.

You’re crying out loudly from how good it feels, hole still gushing slick from his fat cock bullying into your pussy and cumming deep inside you. This load is the biggest he’s ever given you. Somehow he doesn’t stop cumming. It feels like stream after stream of his hot seed paints every inch of your fluttering walls white.

"Gonna eat you out after this," Seungcheol groans in your ear, "need to get my mouth on your messy little pussy."

You whine as he pulls out, cum and slick oozing from your hole to drip all down your thighs and onto the couch. Without moving you, Seungcheol lays on his back and shifts until he's underneath your splayed legs.

"Sit on my face, baby," he guides your hips down, “let your stepdad clean the mess he made.”

With a harsh tug, your cunt presses down on his awaiting mouth. His nose bumps against your clit as his eager tongue licks into your sensitive pussy. You feel him moan against your wetness, wasting to time in lapping up the cum he’s left inside you. The filthy action makes you rock against his soft lips. You grab onto his hair and start riding his face gently since you're still reeling from your previous orgasm.

"Daddy!" You cry out as he fucks his tongue deeper into your hole. "Feels so fucking good! Fuck—mhm."

You trail off with a whine as he sucks on your pussy lips and nips at your clit. He greedily eats all the cum out of your messy cunt. Mewling, you press yourself harder on Seungcheol’s face. He groans gutturally when you settle further onto his mouth. Your stepdad grinds his mouth against your puffy cunt making you whine louder, clit throbbing with arousal. He rubs his nose against the sensitive bundle of nerves making you buck into the feeling.

Arousal gushes out of you as your stepdad continues to eat your pussy, and you don’t realize you’re on the verge of another orgasm until you’re squirting all over his face. Seungcheol groans in satisfaction, lapping up every stream that gushes out of your hot little cunt.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Your back arches in a perfect curve as Seungcheol laps up all of your creamy slick.

Of course, Seungcheol only moans along with you and presses even further into your cunt, practically suffocating himself to taste you more. He’ll never get enough of your addicting taste, and you looked back to see his cock hard and throbbing, leaking with so much precum that it looks painful.

When he finally finishes, you don’t let him get up despite the fact that your legs are too shaky to hold your weight. Seungcheol lays back, curious about your next moves. He moans loudly when you crawl down his sweaty body and take his aching cock into your soft hands.

“My turn to have a taste, daddy.”

You don’t give him a chance to say anything before you push the drippy tip of his cock past your swollen lips. His loud moan makes your cunt pulse. It makes you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head before licking down the rest of his dirty cock. You can taste yourself, and that just turns you on even more.

"Gonna make me cum in your mouth, sweetheart," he groans, watching your lips stretch around his hard cock.

You keep your eyes on him as you sink your hot mouth on his pulsing cock. He’s so big, too big to fit all of him in your mouth. Not that you care. Sucking him off always gets you so wet. Especially because you can tell how much he loves it.

"Fuck. You gonna swallow the rest of daddy’s cum, baby?" Seungcheol grins at you as you moan around his dick.

“You like that? It’s gonna feel so good, baby. Daddy's hot cum pouring down your slutty throat."

You whine, reaching down to your sore cunt to rub your clit. His filthy words always turn you on so much, and he fucking knows it. You can tell by the way he smirks.

"That turn you on, sweetheart?" He chuckles as you slide his cock deeper into your mouth. Seungcheol pulls out a few inches and sinks back down into you making you moan as he fills your throat.

"Play with that cute pussy. I want you to cum all over your fingers while I fuck your mouth."

You continue to moan as you take his cock further down your throat.

"God, baby, I'm about to cum," his hips stutter, "Be a good girl and swallow every last drop for daddy. Milk my cock just how I like."

Your fingers circle and rub your clit faster until you're moaning uncontrollably around his length. Seungcheol’s eyes roll back at the vibrations he feels on his dick. He moans your name, and that’s all it takes to have you cumming, hole clenching down on nothing as slick drips from your pussy.

With a low groan, Seungcheol eases out of your mouth until you can only suckle on the fat head of his dick. Hot sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth and the back of your throat in the next second. Your stepdad grins when you take his cock and slowly sink it further into your mouth. You moan at the feeling of cum dripping down the back of your throat. Eagerly, you swallow and milk his throbbing cock for all it’s worth.

Seungcheol pulls out of your mouth completely but leaves his swollen tip pressed to your lips, “finish cleaning daddy’s cock, sweetheart."

You press a gentle kiss on his sensitive head before giving it a shy kitten lick that drives him crazy. After he’s satisfied, he pulls you off his cock and sits back on the couch before pulling you into his lap.

Seungcheol kisses you, tongue sloppily licking into your mouth. You moan happily, unable to get enough of him.

"You’re so good for me, baby," your stepdad mumbles after he pulls away, "always such a good girl."

After you’re done, Seungcheol carries you to your room. He cleans you up in your bathroom, tenderly cleaning every part of your body before washing himself. Once he’s done, he makes sure to dress you in your favorite sleep shirt before joining you in your bed.

“Daddy,” you hum as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “love you.”

“Me too, princess,” he hums, arms tightening around you.

“Don’t want this to end,” you say sleepily before finally drifting off into a lovely dream.

Seungcheol hums in agreement, staying up longer to contemplate.

Now that he’s had a taste of what it would be like to have you without anyone getting in the way, he knows he won’t be able to go back. And so, in his deeply twisted mind he starts to plot how he’s going to make that happen. Of course, he’ll have to run his plans by you before attempting anything, but he knows you won’t have any objections.

Seungcheol drifts off to sleep, happily dreaming of a life where it’s just you and him.

[loaksbitch]

jake sully telling you to stop running away and take him when you’re overly stimulated while he’s not even near his orgasm?? yes pls i’ll def write it!! (⨳)

warnings - jake being jake obviously needs a warning itself, hellooo?? tummy pressing, pinning hands above head, forced orgasm, overstimulation, p in v, mean jake turns soft jake at the end but still we all love him, ehh idk what i missed so tell me ( grammar errors and typos ahead )

“‘s too much.” your words fell on deaf ears as your mate keeps rutting to you hard, knocking up your gut.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’d came through the time you both started to fuck. “j-jak-jake” you’d keep stuttering every time he thrusts up to you, “can’t get enough of this pussy, princess” he states.

“can’t get enough of you” he’d sneak his arms and wrap them around your waist before brining you up from the floor to his strong thighs. “no!” you whine when you feel him fully sink into your heat

jake would look down to where you both are connected and groan at the sight of your arousal all over his cock. “fuck, you’re taking me so well” he cusses holding you by your hips and pulling you up from his length to push you back in

at this point you’re nothing but his cocksleeve, jake ignores your pleas and keeps rutting to you like a monster. you gasp when you feel a bubble is about to burst in your tummy and shake your head knowing you’ll pass out if your mate won’t stop

not thinking of consequences, you slightly lift yourself up from his thighs but not fully for his cock to slip out and place your small hand on his pelvis, trying to push him off and that was a big mistake

“JAKE!?” you scream when he pulls you down forcefully. “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he would hiss under his unstable breath and place you by your back, pressing your hips down to the floor.

you’ve now pissed jake on top of you, one hand claiming your tiny hands and pinning them above your head. “stop running away,” you feel his other hand push your left leg to the side for more access. “stop fucking running away and take it, take me”

you shake your head side to side as tears keep forming in your eyes. “it hurts,” you hear him scoff. “should’ve thought of that before being brat and pissing me off, lover girl”

you feel his hand that was holding your left leg slowly slide up to your tummy and once he was below your navel he only was needed to press lightly to feel how deep he was fucking your cervix. you did not even need to tell him you’re cumming as he felt you squeeze the day light out of his cock

“that’s it pretty girl, cum for me” he leans down to kiss your lids and wiping your tears with his hand that was pressing on your tummy, “fuck i’m so close” jake says making you gasp a sob out ‘finally’ you manage to think as your fogged mind processes what’s happening

you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel him bottom out to paint your walls nice and pretty. “so fucking gorgeous with my load in you” he would compliment you as you two try to ease your breath

finally being able to think straight, you feel jake pullout of you with a constant “shh, you did so well princess” and sweet nothings being whispered to your ears. after a while, you’re partially awake with hazy eyes as you watch jake press a warm and wet towel at your sex to clean you up

once everything was done, jake spoons you and keeps apologizing for making you cry, you hum knowing somehow it’s your fault for being a brat and trying to make him jealous with flirting with other men he doesn’t like. “i love you, pretty girl”

he’d only smile when you answer him with a soft purring as you’re technically sleeping.

boy OH BOY this is nothing but a cow shit 😭 sorry this ain’t what y’all expected :’)

like + reblog + comments are super appreciated and not pressured. i love each and everyone of you babies <3

[chrissdollie]

♡ ⸝⸝ BACK IN THE DOLLHOUSE, 2k / off hiatus event　🎀

what is this event? ♡

hii! i havent written anything in over a month due to working on my other acc and personal affairs. however, this is me coming back, ready to write more than ever! its going to be a little difficult juggling two different accs at the same time but i dont mind ! anyways ehehehe in advance, thank u so much for 2k !!!!

you can send in any request (still respecting my rules ofc !) and ill write for it ! this is the masterlist and ill tag my usual list for each post. please don't rush me for any of these, the event hasn't even offically started and i've already gotten like 5 reqs LMAOO please be patient <3

everything you see is up to date ♡

yummy, huh?

🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: Could you pls write something about chris with a gf who has an oral fixation which can get rly bad when she’s anxious leading to her biting on her nails or lips too much to the point of bleeding and chris being the best bf he is lets her suck on his fingers for stres relief and maybe even his dick 🎀

eclipse chapter three

🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: (shh technically this isnt a request request but it still counts hehe)

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: can you please do a rapper!chris and singer!reader where they are about to perform together and reader is really nervous but chris comforts her and is really sweet on stage? i hope this is specific enough<3

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: Basically a part 2 to the singer!reader x rapper!chris headcannons because that was SO good lemme know if thats not specific. Also maybe one where the reader goes out of the country for a tour and shes gone for a while and then she gets back. Another one that is like some of both of their songs and what they are about (idk) Maybe a smut where during one of her shows, reader gets down and dirty with her dancing and then chris gets a little jealous and punishes (dom!rapper!chris)

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: rapper Chris catching singer reader watching edits of him while she’s getting her makeup and hair done for tour 🤭

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: RANDOM THINGS THAT SINGER READER DOES THAT DRIVES CHRIS INSANE AND VICE VERSA

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: RANDOM THINGS THAT SINGER READER DOES THAT DRIVES CHRIS INSANE AND VICE VERSA

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: HEADCANON OF CHRIS IN DIFFERENT POSITIONS??? please and thank yew😊

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: rapper!chris gets physical at a show because some guy was being a perv to singer!reader

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: hi queen! can you please make a Chris x Plus!sized reader fic where fans are sending hate to the reader bc of her looks/weight and Chris goes off on them and comforts reader? can you tell that I'm craving resolved angst rn ANYWAY ILYYYYY AND THE NEW SMUT U DROPPED WAS AMAZING AHHH

i'm a good girl, officer

🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: cop!chris where he pulls reader over and idk what to happen next or if it should be smut or fluff

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🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: spider!man chris headcanons where he cares for reader and stuff he does

peek-a-boo

🐈₊˚ ⊹　requested by: anon :: this one is so random but could you do one where reader likes the dark so she never turns on lights in her house and prefers natural light from the big windows in her house and so chris fucks her in the dark because she likes the dark so much

[bitethedevil]

Taming the Wolf (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 4

Tags and Warnings for this fic: Plus-Size!Tav, Druid!Tav, Tiefling!Tav, Dark!Raphael, Breeding Kink, Mind-control, Non-Con and Dub-Con Elements, Sex Pollen, Master/Pet Dynamic, Somnophilia, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A link to read this fic on AO3 (kudos or comments make the author very happy <3)

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Fic Summary: Tav tried to avoid fulfilling her contract to Raphael by leaving the Crown of Karsus on the bottom of the Chionthar, leaving her contract unfulfilled by a technicality. Although, no situation is so bad that the new Archdevil of the First can't find a way to profit off it. All the other archdevils of the Hells have their own lineages of tieflings on the Material Plane and Raphael is not going to feel left out...

Chapter Summary: Raphael offers to make Tav more comfortable. Tav meets Haarlep. (NSFW)

AN: A somnophilia tag has been added. There's also a tiny bit F/F in this one. Remember to read the tags. Let's have a little bit of plot, as a treat.

Tav had been heavily asleep. The feeling of returning to her own body washed over her as she came back to the land of the living. She squirmed and thrashed when she felt that he was inside her. His arms were wrapped around her from behind and he tightened his grip so that she could not move.

“Shh, shh, shhh,” he shushed and held her still. “Be still, or I will put you to sleep again.”

He was lazily thrusting into her. The feeling of the succubus spittle in her veins was still there now that she wasn’t sleeping anymore. She whined quietly and her body went slack in his arms. He caressed her stomach with his thumb in a soothing motion.

His pace quickened and one of his hands snaked down between her legs to find her clit. Her lips parted in an inaudible moan despite herself. Two of his fingers found her clit. She was surprised with how wet she still was despite just having woken up.

It did not take long before her orgasm washed over her, and the excruciating effects of the spittle finally started leaving her body. Raphael came deep inside her soon after. He did not pull out of her after he had come. He lifted his wet fingers to her mouth.

“Open,” he ordered.

She was too exhausted to fight him, so she did. He gave a deep satisfied hum as she cleaned his fingers.

“You’re being so good this morning,” he said and nuzzled his nose into the back of her hair.

He removed her fingers from her mouth and placed his hand on her stomach over her womb and caressed the skin there in gesture that could almost be seen as loving, had he not been who he was. She found herself almost missing the condescending comments and his brutality. It was somehow even more humiliating to have him act so gentle towards her. They laid like that for a long moment before he pulled out of her, and he got off the bed to get dressed.

“You are 'off the hook', as they say. I will not have use for you for the next days to come,” he began explaining as he pulled on his pants. “Though you will still eat your dinner with me, and we will still see each other occasionally. The rest of your time is for you to do with as you please.”

Raphael pulled on the rest of his clothes and walked out the door. He spoke to the guards outside his bedroom before leaving, but she could not hear what he said. A servant came in soon after to make sure she got dressed and escorted back to her own quarters.

She had spent most of her day just lying in her bed, feeling defeated, when someone came to escort her to dinner. She felt like cattle with the way she was being herded around from one room to the other. She hated it.

The table was filled with food. It seemed grossly excessive since it was only her and Raphael at the table, and Raphael didn’t eat. She had only ever seen him drink wine. Today was no different. Raphael sat at the end of the table sipping from his goblet and gestured for her to sit down. She did so without any protest. She was hungry. Those vials that they made her drink did something to her appetite.

She reached forward to grab some food from a plate with her hands. Her body jerked as she felt a light shock from the collar around her neck.  She turned her head to glare at Raphael. He smiled and took a sip from his goblet. She sighed and took her fork to grab her food with instead.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” Raphael asked.

“Like absolute shit,” she said in a quiet, even tone and moved more food onto her plate. “Like my body isn’t my own anymore and I want to escape from it. Not that you care.”

“Of course I care,” Raphael purred. “Your well-being is essential to all of this. The quicker you get used to how things are now, the better. Which means that you would be wise to rid yourself of that defiance you seem to cling so much to.”

“Oh, sure,” she said with a bitter laugh. “It will do wonders for my well-being if I simply let myself get used instead of fighting it. I’ll feel freer if it’s me who is giving up my freedom, right? And I’ll just pretend it’s not you who are stealing it from me.”

“You are making it more difficult for yourself on purpose,” he said with a dismissive hand gesture. “Use that brain of yours. There is no way out for you unless you fulfill your purpose. Now, you can scream, fight, and struggle your way through it if you want to, but you might only be prolonging it. If you instead focus on your task, you might be rid of me sooner rather than later. Is that not what you wish for?”

She didn't answer him. She ate her food instead, though it annoyed her to no end that he was just sitting there watching her while she ate. She felt like a caged animal being ogled at. She drank from her goblet. It was water instead of wine this time, she noticed. She looked at him.

“Something the matter?” Raphael asked with a smile.

She looked at his goblet and then at his face.

“Why don’t you eat?” she asked.

He chuckled at her question.

“I do not need to eat,” he said. “Not in the sense you mean at least. I don’t need to drink, breathe, or sleep either. Is it making you feel uneasy?”

“Yes.”

He smiled and leaned forward to grab an apple from a bowl of fruit on the table. He sliced a piece off with a knife and ate it while keeping eye contact with her. Oddly enough, it did put her more at ease.

“You mortals are such social creatures,” he mused while cutting off another piece. “You don’t like when there are people around you who do not partake in your little rituals.”

“You do sleep though,” she said and continued eating herself. “You breathe too. I’ve felt it.”

“I do. When you are as old as I, you will find that some old habits are difficult to rid yourself off,” he explained. “I did need to rest occasionally before I became what I am now.”

She nodded. She gathered that he must have been promoted after he got the Crown of Karsus. That was how the Hells worked. Devils could get promoted or demoted and thus rise or fall in ranks, while gaining new powers or entirely changing their shape. The Hells were hierarchical to a tee, and Raphael was now at the very top.

“I wanted to ask you,” he said. “Do you need anything in your quarters? I can have whatever you desire brought to you. Books, supplies, furniture, whatever you please.”

“No,” she sighed. “Unless you can give me something that can get me out of the Hells.”

“Wonderful to see that your sense of humor is still intact,” he said with a smile. “I want you to be comfortable here.”

“Can you take the collar off me?” she asked.

“I can,” he said. “Though you have not yet shown that you can behave without it, so I will not. If you can convince me that you don’t need it however, I will have no issue taking it off you.”

She sighed.

“How about the guards then?” she asked. “Can I be allowed to leave my room?”

Raphael narrowed his eyes in thought and hummed as he studied her.

“I can allow you to explore the fortress, yes,” he answered, which surprised her. “Though you will have someone with you at all times. There are places here where you have no reason to be and where I do not want you intruding.”

“Can that someone be literally anyone else than the guards?” she asked. “I hate them. I hate how they watch me and herd me around.”

Another moment of silence as he thought. Then a smirk.

“I can have something arranged, yes,” he said and put another piece of apple into his mouth.

It was around midday the next day when she heard a knock on her door. It couldn’t be the servant with her vial, because she had already taken one earlier and Raphael was not supposed to visit her for another tenday at least.

When she did not answer, the door slowly opened, and someone stuck their head in. It was a red-skinned and dark-haired tiefling woman. She smiled brightly at Tav and then looked her up and down.

“Hello!” the woman said cheerfully. “Raphael said you wanted to go for a walk around the fortress.”

That was the first time she had heard someone else call him by his actual name and not some fancy honorific.

“Yes?” Tav said. “Who are you?”

The woman opened the door entirely and stepped inside. She was wearing golden jewelry and a sleek black dress over her shapely curves. She held out a hand to Tav.

“Call me Phaelar,” the woman greeted. “And you are Tav. Raphael’s new pet, yes?”

Tav took offense to that, though she quickly noticed the collar around the woman’s neck. It was the same as the one she had on, which made her features soften.

“So are you, it seems,” Tav said with a hint of pity.

Phaelar noticed where she was looking.

“Oh this?” she said and touched the collar with her hand. “Yes, I’m afraid I am. I’m an older pet though, and a different sort than you. He’s not trying to get me pregnant like he is with you. Well…that’s to say he is trying but it’s not the goal.”

Tav raised an eyebrow at the suggestive tone of her statement and the little smirk that followed it. She seemed to be enjoying being Raphael’s pet, unlike Tav herself. She found her odd. Phaelar put her arm around hers.

“Shall we go?” Phaelar asked. “I have plenty of things to show you.”

She led Tav out of her room and down a long corridor. Tav couldn’t help but notice how she was petting her arm with her claws as she held her arm. She also frequently stared at her as they strolled around the fortress.

“You are very pretty, you know,” Phaelar purred with a smile.

“Thanks,” Tav responded curtly.

They stopped to look at some art pieces. The motifs were predictably very macabre.

“These are new,” Phaelar explained in a bored voice. “He insisted on having all sorts of thing dragged here. These are some of the few ones that aren’t just paintings of him. I don’t know much about them or who painted them, and I really can’t say I care much.”

Tav was somewhat amused with how honest she was. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the other people she had met in the fortress. This woman did not seem to be intimidated by Raphael in the least, where everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells even when he wasn’t in the room with them.

“I’m sure you can ask him about them, if you’re interested in art and all of that,” Phaelar continued. “Beware, though. You’ll find it difficult to make him shut up again.”

Tav smiled. They kept walking in their slow pace through the fortress.

“Is he treating you well?” Phaelar asked.

Tav swallowed hard. She was not sure what the right answer was to that, though she knew what the honest answer was. She wasn’t sure whether she could trust this woman yet. Phaelar noticed her hesitancy.

“Don’t worry,” she said and squeezed her arm. “You can be honest. Let me guess, he’s trying to break you down. Marking his territory and all of that nonsense?”

“…yes,” Tav admitted quietly. “It has been a rough couple of days.”

“Poor thing,” she cooed and put her arm around Tav’s waist. “He has a tendency to break his toys. It must be hard for him to reel it back when it comes to you, since he needs you strong and sane to carry his children...Then again, he likes defiance more than he lets on.”

What a terrifying thought it was that what she had experienced up until now was him holding back. Phaelar ran her hand up and down her side in a soothing motion as they walked. She grabbed her sides a bit and the fat she had there, making Tav flinch at the feeling.

“A soft little thing, aren’t you?” Phaelar purred. “Much more…substantial than the ones he usually chooses, though I know it has always been something he liked.”

Tav gently removed her hand from her side. Phaelar smiled at her and let her hand fall away from her, though not without it brushing lightly over her ass as she did so. She went back to holding her arm instead.

“I meant no offense,” Phaelar said. “I rather like it too.”

“None taken,” Tav said, eager for the awkward moment to be over.

“Have you been with a woman before?” Phaelar asked casually.

It was a bit of an uncomfortable question. Tav suddenly seemed to realize that they had walked to a pretty secluded part of the fortress. There was a fireplace and a couple of sofas standing around.

“I have, yes,” Tav admitted quietly. “A long time ago.”

Phaelar gestured to the couch. Tav sat down and she took a seat beside her. Phaelar crossed her legs, and a part of her thigh was exposed through the slit in the dress she was wearing. She rested her arm on the backrest and propped her head up on her hand. She was a very beautiful woman and the sinful smile on her lips as she watched Tav was enough to make anyone blush.

“You’re very pretty,” Phaelar purred.

“You’ve said that already,” Tav said with a smile.

“Mm, did I?” Phaelar purred and placed her hand on the soft flesh of Tav’s lower stomach. “It’s true though. Him and you will make some very pretty babies, I’m sure.”

She caressed her stomach and looked up at Tav with a half-lidded gaze. Tav did nothing. It was an odd thing. She had always liked people of all genders, but she had always been much shyer when it came to women. Especially ones as beautiful as Phaelar was. She didn't do anything to stop her from touching her. 

Phaelar smiled wider when she realized that Tav wasn't stopping her. In one swift movement, Phaelar swung her leg over her and was now straddling her. It made Tav tense up, but still she did not protest.

“Don’t worry,” Phaelar said ran her hands up her stomach to right under her breasts. “No one comes around here. We’re alone.”

Without Tav even noticing, her hands had moved to Phaelar’s hips. Phaelar groaned and her body tensed suddenly when she cupped Tav’s breasts. It seemed slightly odd the way she reacted, but Tav didn't comment. Phaelar squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

“So heavy,” she purred in her ear. “And so soft.”

Phaelar tensed and groaned again. This time it made Tav pause. Something weird was going on with her, but it did not stop her from fondling her apparently. It was only when Phaelar’s lips ghosted over hers and she felt the slightest brush of her soft lips against her own, that Phaelar suddenly tensed even and stopped her movements. A loud yelp fell from her lips as she grasped at the collar around her neck.

She fell backwards and Tav reached out to catch her but let her fall to the ground when she saw the woman transform into someone else. She landed with a thud on the ground. Tav looked on with wide eyes as she saw Raphael’s form land on the ground in front of her…still in a dress.

“Oh, that greedy little control freak,” ‘Raphael’ cursed through gritted teeth.

Confused would be an understatement for what Tav was feeling as she looked at the view in front of her. They looked up at her and then down at their body that had changed. They looked up and smiled at her confused expression. They laid back on the floor and put an arm under the back of their head, as if they were completely at ease and enjoying the show of her trying to put together the pieces.

“Are… Are you…?” she said. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m not him, no,” they answered lazily with a grin. “Try again. I’ll give you a hint: You’ve been drinking my spit the last couple of days.”

The odd statement did not compute in her brain immediately. She stared at them for a long moment before it hit her: incubus. Raphael’s incubus, given the fact that they were wearing his form.

“Why?” she asked. “Who was then…?”

“A servant here that I slept with to take her form, to deceive you. She’s dead now, so you wouldn’t figure it out,” they answered casually. “Raphael asked me to, to keep an eye on you. I haven’t lied about much about anything else though. Oh yes, and my name is Haarlep, by the way.”

Tav hated how aloof the incubus was about the whole thing. She just stared at them for a long moment before speaking.

“Could you walk me back to my room please?” she asked firmly.

“Why?” they asked with a pout and sat up. “We were just having so much fun.”

“Walk me back,” she said again.

The incubus looked at her for a long time, their eyes running over her form once more. They gave a dramatic sigh and got up from the floor.

“Fine,” they said before changing back into the form they had been wearing just before. “We can’t have anyone seeing me like him. He hates it.”

Tav was angry about having been deceived like this. She had been right not to trust them, even though they seemed to be in the same predicament as her. They were a fiend and those could not be trusted. They brought her back to her room.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Haarlep said with an exaggerated pout. “Let us do this again sometime. I want to get to know you. Us pets and shapechangers have to stick together, no?”

She slammed the door in their face.

She had used half a tenday on just rotting away in her chambers except for those few times at dinner when she would be let out. She did not want to use anymore time with Haarlep, and she could not leave her room without them or the guards, so she didn’t leave at all. She slept most of the time, trying to escape her reality by simply sleeping through it.

She had been taking a nap when she felt a dip in the bed. She woke immediately and looked up to find Raphael sitting on her bed. His hand clasped over her mouth to keep her quiet. He put a finger to his lips.

“Stay quiet,” he said in a quiet voice. “We don’t need the guards in here, do we?”

She stared at him with wide eyes. He was not supposed to be there. He had promised her he wouldn’t. He smiled at her. He moved his fingers to his high collar and pulled it down. There was a collar like her own under it. It wasn’t Raphael who had intruded on her. It was Haarlep. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Are you going to be quiet if I move my hand?” they asked.

She nodded and they slowly removed their hand.

“Why are you here?” she asked quietly. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” they said with a smile. “I have a proposition for you, little wolf.”

Haarlep scooted closer to her.

“You are no doubt at that stage where you are beginning to realize your predicament, no?” Haarlep asked. “That there is most likely no way out and that our dear master won’t let you go until he has put five children into that pretty belly of yours.”

She didn’t answer. Of course she was beginning to realize just how fucked she was. It filled her head all twenty-four hours of the day. There was no way out. She nodded.

“Mm, I thought so,” they said and looked at her with a hungry look. “So, the quicker you get pregnant, the quicker you get your freedom. I have a way that we can both get what we want…”

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MWIII: Soap’s Nautilus Skin

Hear me out!

I’ve been told that Warzone is technically connected to the canon campaign, loosely, hence why everyone was really confused when Soap got his new Nautilus skin. He’s supposed to be dead, he shouldn’t be getting new legit-looking skins, at least not so soon after the campaign.

But, for the sake of my brainworm (that I know I share with others, shh), let’s assume Soap’s nautilus skin means he’s alive somehow. Let’s do some study (courtesy @ave661, doing god’s work for us ty):

Look at my pretty boy! Mask, gas tanks, and cool ass details, yeah? Just an awesome skin.

Let me put way too much detail and thought into this in the form of a ‘quick’ ficlet.

TW: canon-typical violence, medical settings, mentions of terrorism, mentions of torture/brainwashing. TLDR at the end :)

The 141 had been distracted as of late, chasing around a group of slippery but deadly terrorists that had made it their fucking mission to make the task force trip over them. Nobody was sure if they were intentional red herrings from Makarov, or just another rising force amongst disgruntled people that turned to violence to be heard. Either way, it was starting to really grate on everyone’s nerves, having to put the hunt for Makarov aside to deal with a new threat every other week, one too big and too elaborate for local defence departments to handle alone without the 141’s experience.

Because it was always the same elusive cunts fucking something up. Killing someone they shouldn’t have, intercepting deals and creating unrest amongst major crime rings around the world and sparking unrest through their deep, wide-spread roots. The team knew well how a small conflict could snowball into a wide-scale war, and it felt like they were preventing one every time there was a report of soldiers in black, glowing green tech with a hazy green tint to their eyes.

Price could see the way his team (3’s still a crowd, right?) was starting to grow restless with the near constant pull from their goal of finding Makarov, especially Ghost. He grew more distant by the day, getting more and more ruthless out field, reminding Price of his early days on the Task Force. Whether they liked it or not, Makarov had diminished forces right now, and he was not as much threat as—

“Fuck, Gaz, watch out!”

Another explosion went off, knocking Price and Gaz to the ground, their breath stolen as they tried to clamber back up to move out of range of fire. It felt like it was coming from everywhere, relentless, chaotic. The thudding of Price’s heart was the only thing that gave him rhythm, guidance on how to react and when and why. He pulled his sergeant to cover behind some stacked crates and dropping, continuing to heave through his strict chest.

This was the closest they’d gotten to the fuckers, never managing to see more than a glimpse of these skilled soldiers before. They gave them a run for their money, Price had admitted sourly many a time. They were legends on each base they travelled to now, infamous for how hard they were to catch, even for the equally infamous 141.

But now, they were close. It was eerie watching these people, almost robotic in their execution, unwavering, unafraid. They’d run into active fire if it meant they had a decent chance to advance and catch someone off guard. And somehow, they managed to get away, every damn time. They seemed to not register pain, either, if the way the one woman soldier continued to walk around despite her obviously broken leg was anything to go by.

They were like zombies, and it was deeply unsettling.

As far as Price could tell, there were two hostiles running around above them through the catwalks of the hangar they were currently pinned in. They were trying to pick shots, but they’d shoot their direction randomly as well, making it that much harder to predict when it was safe to poke their heads out to see if they even had a chance of running out.

“Ghost, where the fuck are you?” Price growled into his comms. The other man had been radio silent for almost half an hour now, ever since this stupid cat and mouse game started. They’d come in here to chase the bastards down, yet somehow his team were the ones being chased. It was beyond irritating, and it was also putting them in unreasonable danger.

“Cap!”

Gaz’s sudden yell had Price’s head on a swivel, following the man’s gaze to above them. Somehow, the third soldier of the little trio had managed to flank them, looking down at them from another isolated catwalk.

How Price neglected to watch their six, he didn’t know.

All he knew was there was a barrel of a rifle pointed straight at them from 10 metres up.

Within milliseconds, he knew three things; one, he wouldn’t be able to move Gaz and himself out of the firing line without making themselves vulnerable to the other hostiles. Two, any move they made now had them killed. And three…

Makarov was behind these soldiers.

Because who else would make their most deadly soldier, the most aggressive of the trio, the one that risked his life even more than his teammates, the one who seemed to hold easy leadership over the others—

Who else would shave their best soldier’s head into a mohawk, if not to taunt them?

Before he could even think to shield Gaz, pull him to his chest in a last-ditch effort to protect him in the hope that someone would get back home to tell their story, a dark blur slammed into the back of the soldier above, sending his rifle clattering to the floor. It was almost surreal, watching the mohawk’d soldier struggle against darkness, the occasional flash of stark white dancing around him.

Fists were exchanged. Bullets were sprayed towards them sporadically, but too out of range to hit accurately. The short barrier of the catwalk bit into the soldier’s lower back, starting to dangerously teeter further and further over it.

The rifle’s impact to the concrete hadn’t even finished echoing around the hangar when Price watched two figures tumble from the catwalk, grappling in the air. A sickening thud followed, the two bodies rolling with each other, parting and leaving one still on the ground while the other heaved on his hands and knees.

The moment of stunned silence seemed to hang forever, though it was only a second in reality. The gunfire had stopped, two sets of footsteps echoing down the corridors away from them. It left Price’s team, Gaz frozen and Ghost shaking with adrenaline, with an unconscious soldier.

Ghost crawled over to the body first, followed by Price standing over him. His veins were molten in rage, scorned again by the sight of his closest soldier posed over an unmoving soldier with a mohawk.

Fuck, they even got his eyebrow scar. I wonder what they did to create that?

Unlike last time, though, a muffled groan left the man on the ground, the body shifting slightly uncomfortably. His eyes (blue… what the fuck?) fluttered open, blinking away the confusion that likely fogged his mind. He breathed in, deep and full—

Even Price flinched at how fast the soldier’s hands came up to grasp at his mask, gasping, choking behind it, clawing desperately at a crack that spanned the left side of it. Blue eyes lit up with desperation, legs coming up to kick uselessly at the ground, back contracting as if in pain.

Reacting as a unit, Gaz moved forward to hold the soldier’s legs down, Price grabbing the man’s vest and forcing him down with all his might, Ghost grabbing his arms, forcing one to his side for Price to pin under his knees and holding the other one down. Even with three people on him, the soldier put up a good fight, even though it seemed like it was out of panic more than resistance.

Ghost grabbed the mask, struggling with the release catches that seemed to be stitched into the side of the man’s head, unable to get them loose. With a growl, he shuffled to force the soldier’s other arm down with his own leg, grabbing his throwing knife and carefully shucking it into the stuck lip of the release. He hit the butt of his knife, hearing the catch pop open before forcing the soldier’s head to the side and repeating the action.

The soldier only seemed to fight harder, turning his head away frantically as Ghost tried to yank the mask off. Despite having three people on him, he still managed to jostle them, pulling his hand out from under Ghost and earning himself a painful twist of the wrist.

“Ghost…”

“Stay still, fucker—”

With a final tug, the cracked mask is thrown from the soldier’s face, and it only makes the man thrash harder. His gasps for air are no longer muffled, the painful choking and heaves bouncing off the tall walls around them, surrounding them as they tried to hold him down.

It isn’t until his body tenses up completely, lips going blue that Price is finally able to get a proper look at the soldier’s face, and once again time stands still.

Those damn blue eyes stared up at Ghost, not breaking eye contact, and Price could swear he feels each of Ghost’s muscles tense up individually, his breathing stop alongside the body beneath them. The crude scar that dissected through the man’s chin was on full display, and he thinks he hears Gaz gasp beside him, his eyes glancing between the man’s face and Price’s own.

The soldier’s head was turned towards Ghost just enough to reveal the edge of the left side of his hairline, where a fading but ugly scar puckered right along his temple.

Price doesn’t stop Ghost from getting up and walking away once the man on the ground falls unconscious, his heart rate slow and his breaths returning even slower, but returning nonetheless.

Price doesn’t stop Gaz moving to take Ghost’s place, grabbing the body’s face so firmly yet so delicately, moving it back and forth as if to check he was real.

Price doesn’t react with anger when Laswell is silent on the other side of the radio, nor does he answer any questions except to insist on an emergency evac for their ‘prisoner’.

Price doesn’t do anything, except recite the paperwork they’d filed just two years ago, fixing it in his head over and over to come to terms.

John “Soap” MacTavish: KIA ALIVE

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“This is fucking insane, even for Makarov.”

Nobody discounted Gaz’s observation, all just staring through the glass into the guarded hospital room holding John fucking MacTavish, lying still while tubes breathed for his sedated body. Well, all except Ghost.

They hadn’t seen Ghost in days.

Funnily enough, Nikolai had gone radio silent around the same time, too.

Hm.

Even Laswell had made her way over from her most recent post, vowing to lead the investigative efforts into Soap’s condition. The good thing was, he was relatively unscathed. Littered with new scars, sure. Aggressive and unforthcoming with even attempting to remember any of them, that too. Oh, yeah, and his body tries to shut down every time they take him off of the highest dose of anaesthetics, and nobody knows why, and he can’t tell them why.

Price has a headache.

“John.”

Price, Gaz, and the few medics with them all turned as Laswell approached, and their reaction was immediate. They all seemed to see the gravity in her features, sense the density of what she had to say on her tongue. Her frustration and worry was palpable, in her own stone-cold way.

Price hasn’t seen her like this since… well, ever. It didn’t invoke him with much confidence.

“We finally got the toxicology results back for the gas in the tanks,” she stated, though she didn’t offer the paperwork in her hands. Actually, she gripped the package with white knuckles. Another action that made Price even less confident this news was going to be anywhere near pleasant.

“And?”

“He’s developed a non-lethal strain of Nova gas.”

Silence. Pure silence. Disbelief? Bewilderment? Surprise? Who fucking knows. But they were silent.

“Nobody’s sure how it works just yet,” Laswell continues curtly, looking to Soap’s body through the window. “But it’s a pretty strong theory as to why Sergeant MacTavish was acting so…”

“Zombie-like?” Gaz offers, an interruption met with Laswell pursing her lips for a moment.

“I’d prefer another word, but if it fits.”

Quiet befalls them all again, Price scratching at his beard in an attempt to dispel the twisting mess of anger, worry and confusion. It’s been hard, trying to continue applying pressure to Makarov while they’re a Lieutenant down and distracted by an old teammate basically raised from the dead.

“We managed to extract some files from a hard drive found in one of Makarov’s bogus operation suites,” Laswell continued, looking back to John with more concern than before, really not helping on the confidence front. “I have people combing through them, though a lot of them are encrypted so thoroughly they’ll take days to decode. However, there are a few bits and pieces of jumbled reports, seemingly test experiments involving the new strain. The only new information we have at this point is how they acclimatise their patients to the gas.”

“Acclimatise?” John repeated, gruff with restrained emotion. Leadership and professionalism was always important, but right now, he couldn’t care less about seeming totally calm.

“Yes, acclimatise,” it sounded barbaric with the way she said it, like it was glimpse into what it meant. “They’d place the test subjects into gas chambers, restrained, and flood the chamber with the gas. Somehow the body adapts to rely on the gas as air after rigorous training.”

“Torture through suffocation more like,” Gaz grumbled, glancing between Price and Laswell, whose jaw ticked.

“Apparently, the gas is most effective when the patient is fully reliant,” she added, then shrugged. “Effective in what way, the team has no clue. Though they’re pretty confident it’s the efficacy to reduce cognition enough to lose the ability to do anything without outside influence.”

“Like a damn personal attack dog,” Price growled.

A beat of silence lingered, everyone in the room trying to comprehend how this would affect Soap’s recovery. If he could recover at all.

“So that’s why he acts like he’s suffocating when he’s conscious?” Gaz inquired. “Because he is?”

“We can only assume so.”

“This is so fucked up,” Gaz whispered, linking his hands behind his head and looking to Soap again. It was like some movie bullshit, the impossible becoming possible but without the safety of being in your living room. Watching a tornado head your way when you’re in the middle of a damn field. Absolutely impossible to comprehend, yet happening anyway, beyond your control.

“We’re going to see if keeping him sedated and letting his body recover from what could be years of exposure will reverse the effects of the chemical,” Laswell said slowly, but interrupted herself with a sigh, looking to Price earnestly.

Price thinks he sees his last sliver of confidence drift off in the breeze of the ventilation.

“We also have to consider his supposedly lethal GSW,” she slowly continues, shuffling where she stood. “We can only assume the parts of his brain responsible for memory, speech, thought processing was impaired with the injury.”

“There’s a chance nothing will change because his injury could have destroyed his ability to reason and remember before the gas,” a medic speaks up, putting the dots together quickly in her head and turning to Price, brow etched with concern. “There’s a very small possibility he will recover completely, or even to the point of independence.”

Price shared a look with Gaz, then the medics, and finally Laswell again. The words stuck in his chest, resistant to the idea of speaking something into being.

“We might not get Johnny back at all.”

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…soooo :3

TLDR: Makarov has developed a new strain of gas, which he uses to suppress the cognitive reasoning in those that breathe it in, and allows him to train them into his cute lil super soldiers. The reason for the gas masks and everything? The soldier becomes reliant on it, their body adapting to rely on it fully like oxygen, otherwise they feel like they’re suffocating, hence needing to have it everywhere they go.

I know it’s very winter soldier, but to be honest it would make the most sense to me if Soap’s survival becomes canon. It rolls a few pre-MWIII theories into one; Soap ‘dies’ (canon), Soap is the traitor, and Soap is brainwashed by Makarov. It would be so interesting imo, and if they don’t take it I WILL RIOT—

Anywayyyy… I have vague explanations for things, i.e spreading his ashes that could totally work (with a little bit of narrative bending ✨) but I ain’t gonna go into it here and now. I could though…

Also, I know Nova gas isn’t what the gas is called, that it’s a similar thing from a grenade in the game. But fucking sue me, I’m not gonna make Laswell say “he’s developed a new strain of Unspecified Chemical Gas” like it’s some 13 year old’s Garage Band song they forgot about. Chill. It even says on the (totally very reliable) wiki that the closest thing is Nova gas, seeing as it’s the EXACT SAME except players who inhale it don’t cough. Stay back, Call Of Duty purists!! 🤺💨

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 30: Me'dinuir (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Me'dinuir. v. to share, to give to each other

Chapter Summary: You and Hunter share the night together.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, here be smut; filth with feelings, slightly possessive Hunter, gn!reader so can be read as PiV or PiA, oral (m and gn receiving), nipple play (both receiving), some action outdoors, slight teasing, inebriated sex but they'd both give enthusiastic consent sober, confessions; if smut ain't your thing you can technically skip this chapter

Word Count: 3,278

a/n: jeezus I guess when I said 'slow burn' I fuckin' meant it. here we are folks, 100k+ words in and they finally get to fuck. I hope the buildup has been as worth it for y'all as it has been for me >:) I love these lovesick idiots. enjoy! &lt;3

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You nearly race to get home, arousal already beginning to pulse deep in your core. Hunter never lets go of your hand; electricity buzzes where his skin meets yours, static shocks of affection jumping between you when you turn to meet his darkened gaze. Tipsy or not, you can’t deny the overwhelming desire for the man beside you, the soul-deep need to connect with him in a way so intimate that you nearly become one. 

By the time you reach the courtyard, you’re panting and flushed, both from the near-sprint home and from the promise of Hunter’s lips on yours. It seems he’s just as affected. You don’t even make it to the front door; Hunter tugs your hand to spin you around, and presses your back against a nearby palm tree. Bracing himself with one arm above your head, he releases your hand to slide his around your waist and tug you closer. His eyes are pinpricks of light, barely shining in the moonlight that sends his hair cascading like dark silk toward you. 

Chests flush, you lick your lips. “What about the rule?” 

“D’you really care about it?” he asks, withdrawing a hairs’ breadth. 

“Kriff no,” you say. “Teasing.”

“Thank the Maker,” he murmurs.

And then his mouth is on yours. Feverish and intense, his lips move against yours in a frenzy of passion, making your head spin. Resting one hand on his toned waist, you card your fingers through his curls with your other.nHe tilts your head for better access, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. Arching into him, a pleasant shudder dances through your body, fanning the crackling flames of desire into a blaze. Groaning into your mouth, Hunter’s hand slips from your back to cup your ass, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. 

You gasp, need seizing your lungs. “Hunter.” 

“Shh,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” 

Nudging your face to the side with his nose, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses across your cheek to your ear. He tugs your earlobe between his teeth, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Nipples stiffening under the loose fabric of your tunic, you moan softly. Hunter continues downward, his lips suckling at the soft skin of your neck, sure to leave a trail of light hickeys. You couldn’t care less. 

As he laves attention to your sensitive skin, you scrape your nails lightly across his scalp. You’re rewarded with a deep groan. Grip on your ass tightening, Hunter pulls your hips flush against his own. You groan, head lolling to the side as he finds that patch of skin that drives you wild, and let him guide your hips in a slow roll over his clothed length. He’s hard already; the outline of him against your core feels big, and your mouth waters at the mere impression of its size. 

You guide his face back to yours to kiss him again; he parts under your tongue immediately, your wet appendages meeting and dancing together in a heated, desperate rhythm. Arousal courses through you, slick and hot, nearly as dizzying as the berrywine you’d drank. Kark, you need this man—tonight has been a long time in the making, every step on the journey to get here one you wouldn’t change, not if it means you’d always end up here, kissing like you’ll die if you stop. 

Hunter’s other hand finally caresses you, sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass, to hook under your knee. His other hand mirrors the action. In one smooth movement, he lifts you; you wrap your legs around him, arms securing around his neck, as he turns to carry you inside. 

He ducks through the front door, dipping you down so you don’t hit your head. Only once you’re over the threshold to your bedroom does he set you down. The bedrolls you’d spread out earlier await, a small lantern putting off faint, white light. Along one wall, the window facing the ocean remains partly open to catch the sea breeze. 

In the lantern light, Hunter’s eyes gleam. His gaze rakes over your body, and despite still being fully clothed, you feel exposed, bare to him. Goosebumps prickle along your arms. 

“Stars, I need you,” he murmurs. His tattooed hand cups your face. 

Leaning into his touch, you press a kiss to his palm. “I’m here. I’m yours.” 

His eyes darken. “Say it again.” 

Lips parting with a silent moan, you search his gaze and find the same desperate desire there that lingers under your skin. 

“I’m yours, Hunter.” 

He crashes his lips against yours once again. You cradle his face in both palms, delighting in the shiver of pleasure that skitters through you at the thought of feeling his stubble elsewhere on your body. Reaching up with one hand, you gently tug on his bandana;  it slides free with little resistance, and you toss it to the side. 

Hunter slips his hands beneath the hem of your tunic and undershirt; his skin is warm against yours, and you shudder. Eager, and wholly impatient, you wrench the offending garments over your head, letting them join the red scrap of fabric on the floor. 

Breaking away from your kiss, Hunter sighs in contentment. His gaze wanders your bare torso, leaving a trail of fire where you imagine his eyes alight. His hands aren’t far behind his eyes; his thumbs brush lightly over your stiff nipples, and you gasp. 

“Please,” you mumble. 

“Please what?” he says, looking up at you from beneath a curtain of dark curls. 

You shake your head, coherent thought trickling away by the second. “Just. Need you. Now.” 

“Lay down for me, mesh’la.” He helps you lower to the floor, the bedrolls doing little to shield from the chill of the wooden floors or from their stiffness, but you don’t care about that right now. As he kneels beside you, Hunter smooths his hands over your bare skin, down your front, to hook his thumbs in the waistband of your pants.

A silent question creases the furrow of his brow. You nod. He tugs the waistband down, and you angle your hips to help him slide your pants down. Shuffling to your feet, Hunter gently pulls your shoes from your feet before removing your pants altogether. Arousal aching in your core, you realize he’s left your underwear; more than that, you realize he’s still fully clothed. 

“Hunter,” you whine. “Undress for me.” 

“Patience, sweetheart.”

He obliges, though, at least partly. Once he yanks his green shirt off, he crawls up your body, his toned muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. A groan rips from you at the sight. All your time aboard the Marauder, and you’ve somehow managed to avoid seeing any of the boys even partially naked. As you suspected, Hunter’s tattoo covers the entirety of his left side, inked ribs and vertebrae standing in stark contrast to the rest of his skin. Ghosting your fingertips over the ink, you catalog the way he shudders when you reach his collarbone, the way his abs tense when you trail over his ribs, the way his lips part in a nearly silent whimper as you rake your nails over his pectoral. 

“Wanted this for so long,” you murmur. 

His eyes find yours. “Tell me.” 

You hum in thought. In reality, you’re not sure if you can pinpoint a specific instance, a moment frozen in time as the one where you knew. As you ponder it, Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours as he lowers his mouth to your skin once again. He presses kisses to your chest and down your breastbone, before licking a stripe up to one of your nipples. He fans his warm breath over the bud, and you moan brokenly. 

“Tell me, cyare,” he repeats, “please.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “C-Can’t think when you’re doing��oh, doing that!” 

His lips seal around your nipple and his teeth graze over the sensitive little bud at your words. A smirk tugs at his features, and you can’t even be mad, because the pleasure shoots straight to your core. 

Then he pulls back, lifting himself on his knees and hands so none of him touches you. “That better?” 

“No,” you admit. Sucking in a deep breath, you finally answer his question: “You’ve always been attractive to me, but I think the moment I stopped wanting to fuck you and started wanting to make love with you was Quantxi.” 

A smile graces his features. “Would you like to know what moment it was for me?” 

Nerves flitter in your stomach, but you nod. 

“I’ve had feelings for you since Bescane,” he admits. “Started as a crush. Seeing you stand over my brother like that, protect him, even though you barely knew us, that...really did something to me.” 

You laugh, body flushing with a new kind of warmth. “When did it become serious?” 

He relaxes back down until his forehead rests against your breastbone, his hair tickling your skin. “Quantxi.” 

Gently caressing his jaw, you lift his face to meet your gaze. He offers you a small smile. For a long moment, the two of you stay there like that, staring into one another’s eyes. In your chest, in that strange little spot that’s always felt physically tethered to him, you feel something burst. 

You prop yourself up on one elbow and tug him up to you with your other hand. His kiss is soft, sweet; your heart squeezes in your chest. Before, you’d been rushing yourself, worried that if you didn’t do this as quickly as possible, the chance would slip away like smoke. But now, all you want is to take your time. To pick him apart at the seams, let him do the same to you, and retie yourselves with bits of one another’s threads. Pulling him flush to you, you hook one leg up around his hips to drag his length against your core. 

“F-Fuck,” you mutter. Nibbling at his neck, you set a languid pace, using your heel to encourage him to rock against you. The friction is delightful, sending zings of pleasure through your entire body. Hunter groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, breathing coming in heavier gasps. 

“Feel good?” you ask. 

He nods. “Very.” 

“Let me make you feel even better,” you say. 

Rolling both of you, you straddle his hips, sitting up to catch your breath. Stars, the way he looks up at you like you hung the very stars themselves makes you melt. Gliding backward, you undo the clasp of his pants and remove them from his body much like what he’d done for you—but you’re sure to catch the waistband of his underwear, fully baring him to you. 

You moan shamelessly at the sight of his cock. Thick and tall, the flushed tip beads with precum and the entire length bobs gently in time with Hunter’s heartbeat. Mouth watering at the sight, you breathe through your nose. Take your time, you remind yourself. 

Starting at his ankle, you string kisses, licks, and nips up his toned calf to his thick, muscular thighs. Nestling yourself between his legs, you gently massage his thighs as you urge him to silently part his legs around you. 

“Cyare,” Hunter breathes. He sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even touched him. 

“Relax,” you say with a smile. 

Impatient with yourself for teasing him this long, you lick a broad stripe up his stiff length from base to head. Hunter’s abs tense, his body bowing forward, as a moan punches out of him. You wrap your fingers around his cock and begin slowly jerking him off. You suckle at his head, teasing his frenulum with your pointed tongue, smirking at the way that he flops back on the bedroll. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning. 

“Fuck, you’re so- so good at that,” he whimpers. 

You hum around his tip in response. Taking him a bit further into your mouth, pride swells within you as he moans. One of his hands searches blindly for you, before resting on top of your head. Bobbing your head, you use your hand to reach the parts your mouth can’t. The more you suck him off, the more spit drools out of you, slicking your grip. Hunter writhes, shallowly thrusting his hips up into your mouth. In the cool night air, his own nipples have stiffened; you can’t resist the impulse to reach up with your free hand to tweak one of the pert buds. 

“Oh!” Hunter jerks his head up to meet your amused gaze. “D-Do that again, please.” 

Not one to deny him, you oblige, twisting his nipple lightly. Beneath your hand, his chest vibrates with a deep groan. His eyes fall to half-lidded, lips shiny and swollen from your earlier kisses. Desire pulses within you, hot and thick, desperate. 

Pulling off him with a wet pop, you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Good?” 

“‘Good’ doesn’t cut it,” he says with a breathless chuckle. “Let me return the favor.” 

“You don’t have—”

He presses one finger across your lips. “I want to.” 

Lowering you onto your back once again, he laves kisses down your front as he shuffles down. He pulls your underwear down, discarding the garment to be found later, then settles himself between your thighs much like you’d just been between his. Balanced on your elbows, you bite your bottom lip at the sight of him there. 

“Relax, cyare,” he urges. Then his mouth is on you. Bliss explodes through you; you hadn’t realized how much your arousal needed attention until this very moment, and now you never want it to end. Hunter’s mouth is warm and wet on your aching arousal, his ministrations doing little to bank the fire raging in your core. If anything, his actions stoke the flames higher. His lust-dark gaze never leaves yours. You twist your fingers through his hair, desperate to feel more of him. 

He reaches with one hand and presents two fingers to you. Wrapping your lips around the digits, you slick his fingers with your spit, moaning in pleasure as he settles into a rhythm that has a wire tightening within you. Hunter withdraws his fingers and, never ceasing the pleasure his mouth brings, gently presses his spit-wet digits into your tight heat. You hiss at the intrusion (it’s been far too long, you think to yourself), but the momentary pain fades when he crooks his fingers against your walls. 

“H-Hunter,” you gasp out. “Hunter, fuck, don’t stop.” 

He hums against your heated core, the sound vibrating through you. Chest rising and falling with each rapid breath you heave, that wire in your core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. 

Hunter pulls back at the last possible moment. With a frustrated, aroused groan, you slump back against the bedroll. Sweat dews your skin, and lust simmers deep in your core. Above you, Hunter spits into his hand, slicking his cock. 

He looks like a god. A fine sheen of sweat coating his body, his muscles flex and ripple with each jerk of his length, his dark curls sticking to his forehead. The ink of his tattoo casts his left side into deeper shadow, but you know the spark of light, love, and life that burns within him. Your heart stutters when he grins at you, adoration sparkling in his eyes. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asks.

You nod. “Please.” 

With some shuffling, you catch your legs behind your knees to spread them for him. He rests the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and then, meeting your eyes once again, slowly pushes into you. 

Your world narrows to Hunter’s gaze and the pressure in your core. Breath hitching, a moan spills from you as he splits you open. He groans your name, your real name, in quiet, heated pleasure; you shiver at the sound of your name falling from his lips. He grips one of your hips, pushing himself in and tugging you down onto his length until he’s fully seated within you. Chest heaving with labored breaths, Hunter’s nostrils flare as he fights to keep his composure. 

Pleasure burns in your core, sharper and sweeter than before. Reaching for him, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace as he lowers into a classic missionary pose. The change in angle presses him just a bit deeper; you choke over a moan as his cock nestles against the bundle of nerves in your walls. Stars burst behind your eyes. 

“Please,” you whimper, “make love to me, Hunter.” 

“Stars, yes,” he whispers. 

He thrusts into you slow and deep, unhurried, languid. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together to drive him deeper. Every rock of his hips makes both of you moan and gasp, pleasure squeezing your lungs and heart. Folded over you like he is, the friction of his body and the press of his cock within you draws that wire tight once again. Keening low in your throat, you tighten your grip around him. 

“Gonna make me cum,” you mumble. 

“Good,” he nearly growls. “Want you to fall apart for me.”

“Whatever you want, my love,” you whisper. 

He drives his cock into you a little harder at your promise. Moans punch from your chest with every thrust. Hunter adjusts his grip on you, grabbing your ass to give him better leverage. Whining, you scrape your nails down his back, arching into him as the pleasure in your core winds ever tighter. 

And then that wire snaps without warning. Your body stiffens, pleasure flooding every nerve ending. You’ve never felt this good before, never felt so full, so close to someone—and you’re so glad it’s Hunter making you feel this way. For his part, Hunter moans brokenly against your ear, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling within you. His cock pulses with his own orgasm, his warmth filling you.

It takes a long moment, but eventually you come back down, panting, bodies stuck together from sweat. He trembles in your embrace, and you rub circles into his back, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear until he stops shaking. 

When he raises his head, his face is streaked with tears. Alarm trills through you.

“Maker, are you okay!?” you ask. Wiping his tears, you turn his face side to side. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine,” he says with a thick laugh. “Just—” Your full name falls from his lips again like a prayer. “I love you.” 

Concern cools in your bones, solidifying into ice that shatters just a moment later as your brain computes what he just said. The pair of you remain frozen. Lips parted in surprise, you can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes you, your own tears welling up. 

“Hunter—”

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says quickly. “It—I—I needed to say it.” 

Cupping the back of his head, you pull him down to meet your lips. This kiss is tender, soft and affirming. You try to pour all of your affection for this man into your actions, the press and pull of your mouth against his. When the kiss breaks, you don’t let him move more than a few inches away, tears thick in your eyelashes. 

“I love you, too.” You stroke his cheekbones. “Hunter, stars, I love you so much.” 

He buries his head into the crook of your neck again, his smile wide against your skin. “I-I don’t know what to say next.”

“Then don’t say anything,” you soothe. “Just stay here with me, like this.” 

“Always.”

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[a-whispering-echo]

"GHOSTS!"

Inktober - day 31 - GHOSTS

my ghosty babies <3

@themediummultiverseau <- my au <3

Also, this technically isnt cannon, cu they dont know they can move on halloween yet, but shh, i wanted cute

no ghosts vers + talk

i AM going to finish this inktober, just...not in october lol, ill go back and get drawings out when i can. like i said, ive been sick, as well as burntout, so yknow, when i feel up to it, ill get them out for each prompt <3

[prismaticpichu]

⚡For your ask! :)

ooooooh! You got it!!! Tysm, Zim!!

~

⚡️ wild card: dealer’s choice of quote from a completed work!

(Ok technically this is WAY more than a quote so I’m breaking the rules shdhdhhdhddh, but I really just like the context of this scene in general <3)

Taken from Ricochet!

“They’ll see!” Zack continued to roar, purring embers left to lap at the skeleton of a bookshelf. “I’ll destroy all of it! All their stupid work! Every bit of it! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING—“

“I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Before Zack could prepare another spell, before another starving fireball could be thrown, a pair of strong leather arms clasped around the boy like a net.

And Sephiroth shoved him into an embrace.

Both their heartbeats raced—full, tumultuous, thunderous claps that could be heard outside their chests. They pounded against the surface of their skin, exploding against each other. But they weren’t in sync. Not at all.

“Shh… that’s enough…” Sephiroth lowered his voice, pleading… placating. “That’s enough…”

[trenchcoatsbi]

Happy five months to the Trenchcoat!!

psstt check out the stuff under the cut there’s more art and it’s pretty cool stuff if i do say so myself

Hi so I’ve been meaning to draw anons, like for fun and my enrichment (<- i really like drawing things for people i like) and uh that sketching session I had like three days did net me a lot of terrible awful rough sketches I could work off of, so i kinda just bit the bullet and started doing shit. so uh yeah that’s why there’s bonus drawings this go around for the blogiversary! There’s 2 more bonus drawings on the way btw!! I just did not have the spoons (or the ability to keep my joints normal enough) to be drawing long enough everyday to finish four full drawings from scratch with multiple characters in each, so the other two will be posted in the next few daysish hopefully…

sorry to anyone not included in one of these/in the other two I did try my best to remember as many of our frequent askers as possible but a lot of the anons who haven’t been chatting recently kinda just got buried by the qsmp folks lol…. speaking of the qsmp yall are pretty much the reason there’s group drawings and not just all silly doodles like the one with me and Vale (<- which i technically drew last month and could’ve posted at literally anytime but shh that doesn’t matter). I mean group drawings are not easy either but fucking hell you guys are three drawings all on your own…

I had to try so hard not to ask you guys what you looked like since I wanted this to be a surprise and since I just made up designs for the most parts here's who's in the bonuses!

Bonus 1:

Vale (🌾🪶 anon)

Bonus 2:

official-big-q

llulah anon (twice technically lol)

wilbur (ethercollective)

bad & foolish (itty-bitty-ferns)

q!pac anon

Bonus 3 (I might repost this drawing later with edited shading. it's too dark looking at it on my computer screen ugh i hate how colors look different on different screens):

💙🐏 anon

🦁⛰️ anon

Voidling anon

[somethingaboutmint]

as a starved animal whose diet requires yuri i want to know how you think cass and veronica would Address Their Feelings For Each Other, or if they ever possibly would or ever possibly could

I am so glad you asked cuz i did indeed think about this way too much and i hope i can word this in a coherent way.

Veronica's the one that initially falls in love because cass is so cool and confident and hot ect. ect. you get it but is a lot more lowkey about it and in her mind its more of a "sure would be nice" thought instead of some hard crush because she does not think a relationship is achievable because shes under the impression that cass is a straight woman (until cass has her "yeah im an ally. I fuck women. We exist moment). Meanwhile after veronica comes out to cass (got tired of pretending to understand cassidys rating of ncr soliders on the strip from most to least fuckable and had to say something) something in her brain flips and cassidy becomes fucking obsessed with veronica for literally no reason (woman you like as a friend and subconciously think is hot is gay so you suddenly technically have a chance and the feeling is like crack cocaine). Cassidy goes through her shinji chair.png moment where she cycles from complete denial about her feelings to acknowledging them and psyching herself up to say something and overanalyzing every interaction for awhile. I think she would be the one to confess her feelings first because it gets unbearable for her but would fuck it up in every way imaginable (is too nervous about it so she brilliantly decides to get drunk so shes not as nervous. Gets too drunk. Words dont come out right. She comes on a bit too strong. Passes out.). Luckily veronica is weirdly into it and also has a thing for total disasters apparently so it does somehow work out. They'd take it pretty slow (probably on veronicas suggestion because this is cass' first attempt at a relationship with another woman (and also veronicas a bit of a romantic but shh)) and im actually not sure if it would work out long term or not? They both have their own issues (cass has a hard time with commitment methinks and veronicas a bit too hung up on her ex which makes dating new people hard sometimes) which i think would be very interesting to watch them try and work out...idk i do kind of like endgame cass and veronica like they both go through so much bullshit cause of the courier and would share like a mutual understanding for each other so why not. Plus i think the possible dynamics between them are so fun and i specifically adore cass being an absolute fucking disaster and veronica being like "but shes my disaster <3"

[theneighborhoodwatch]

I might just make my own post about it but it’s 3 am where I am rn so you can beat me to this, what do you think about the houses that aren’t Home itself? Poppy has the most obvious horror potential, but I’d like to see the concept of technically working from home and what that does to your mentality too. Both Eddie and Howdy really seem to live and breath their jobs (which can also be a consequence of cartoon logic but shh) smth Frank and Julie are outdoor types smth ok I’ll go to bed

HMM. well i think it's all home, in a sense. i've talked a lot about how i think it's very likely that home the house and home the town are a singular entity, with the house being The Epicenter of it all a la the brain and/or heart (you could say.... *dons sunglasses* that home is where the heart is. *sick guitar riff*)

as for how each house relates to its individual occupant - i feel like in order to really talk at length about that, we would have to actually see the interior of each house (speaking of which, casual reminder to anyone reading that "Each house is a single room. There do exist separate sets that the show 'says' is part of a neighbor’s house, though." is a real piece of livestream trivia that exists. i'm sure it's nothing though /s.) in the case of eddie and howdy specifically, i absolutely agree that the fact that there seems to be no such thing as work/life separation for them feels A Lot More Ominous than it would in a non-horror project. however, i think it might lend itself less to "what working at home does to a mf" horror and more "what working customer service does to a mf" horror. it is interesting though that according to the linked trivia doc, howdy does have something of a one-sided rivalry with eddie (a playful one, but still) seemingly just by virtue of them being the only two neighbors with 9 to 5 jobs, since otherwise it's like comparing apples and oranges. something about being pitted against each other as a distraction...? feels like a bit of a reach right now, but i'll put it away in case it does come up later.

there is one interesting thing i wanna note about the placement of howdy and eddie's buildings: on both the website map and the rough sketch of the town's layout that we see in this concept art, the bodega and the post office are positioned the closest to the town's exit. is this an advantage? or a sign that they're seen as more "expendable" than the rest of the town's residents for whatever reason? or maybe (likely) something else entirely? something to keep in mind, i think.

[soulsxng]

Royalty verse info: The four kingdoms, pt 2

Ahnia

- Technically, it was third to be considered a kingdom of its own, though the Aifaen (who are technically the second) don't actually refer to themselves as a kingdom. Anyway, Ahnia's capital...which is just referred to as Ahnia, is one of the only settlements in the kingdom. The precious few other settlements that they have are generally small farming villages, military outposts, forest covens, and other such places.

- Ahnia's capital, on the other hand, is a super massive city that is broken down into multiple different districts-- each one is approximately the size of an average city, if not a bit bigger.

- Though Ahnia is primarily inhabited by the Ahniri, they have a much wider variety of species that reside in the kingdom than Setia, for example. (Side note: Ahniri have a lifespan of ~1200 - 1500, though in rare cases they can live up to 2000 years old)

- Just as the other 3 kingdoms have their own crystal monoliths, Ahnia has Innaius; a gigantic cream and gold colored crystal that hovers above the city at all times. Innaius, as well as the Ahniri/other worshippers of Innaius, are heavily aligned with light and death based energies and magics.

- Lierik vir si Ahnia (That's past life Jaspern!) is the current ruler of Ahnia, and is the first of his line after having been chosen by Innaius as its Speaker when the Ahniri left Setia years ago.

- Ahnia is a powerful kingdom, but ultimately in a rather precarious position, due to the currently raging coup against Lierik, as the state of Ahnia for a long while there wasn't the greatest. Some parts of the coup are trying to usurp Lierik and reinstate his eldest son, Jawyr, as the new ruler in his place, while others are looking to put another on the throne, instead-- one of the most prevalent candidates at the moment being Tahariel Elohim, who has been a high standing member of the coup for some time, now.

- Lierik has since reformed a lot of Ahnia's structuring for the better, and begun to make major changes in how things are run-- proving to the people his love for they and the realm despite his mistakes. While some members of the coup are contented by it for the moment, many others feel as though it's too little, too late.

- As insinuated above, Jawyr, Lierik's eldest son, is viewed in a more positive light overall by Ahnia's people, as well as one of his younger sisters, Cirisa.

- Ahnia is something of a cultural melting pot, and as such, has a wide variety of goods and services that can be offered to other allies and trade partners. Weather here is rather mild, though some areas are prone to flooding due to the abundance of rivers, lakes, etc, and proximity to the ocean. Either way, it's easily accessible by a number of routes, and has tons of people passing through each day.

- Allied with the Aifaen, who are ultimately more loyal to Ahnia's Queen, Kalliah, and the Vash-Aifaen, who are ultimately more loyal to Lierik. The Aifaen have some settlements and packs that live on Ahnia's land, and vice versa.

- Allied with Setia...sort of. Lierik doesn't get along with his brother-in-law, and vice versa, so there are plenty of personal altercations between them. Some Ahnians and Setians think it's more serious than it is, and will fight amongst themselves too, but the two kingdoms ultimately have each other's back if needed.

- Neutral with Vasyri, for the time being. Tensions have been running higher as of late, and some speculate that soon, relations between these two kingdoms will be anything but friendly.

Muses involved (brief, includes minor characters for the sake of people knowing where everyone goes if they're mentioned for one reason or another):

Lierik Ravi vir si Ahnia - Ahniri - King of Ahnia, Speaker of Innaius Jawyr Ene si Ahnia - Ahniri/Setana halfling (He's actually a full Setana, but shh nobody knows that) Crown Prince of Ahnia, Lead strategist of Ahnia's military Cirisa Lisrya si Ahnia (@feraecor) - Ahniri/Setana halfling - Princess of Ahnia, Head ambassador of Ahnia Liuri Alea si Ahnia - Ahniri/Setana halfling - Princess of Ahnia, Head correspondent and organizer Zavir Eirel si Ahnia (@feraecor) - Ahniri/Setana halfling - Prince of Ahnia, Head of Ahnia's guard Avello Ravi - Ahniri - Duke of Ahnia, Father of Lierik (Some people refer to him as King Father because of this, though good luck to you if you say it within earshot of Lierik) Nolka Ravi - Ahniri - Duchess of Ahnia, Mother of Lierik (Some people refer to her as Queen Mother, but like with her husband, don't say that within earshot of Lierik. As you can tell, he doesn't get along with his parents) Rourke Azes - Ahniri - Royal guardsman, personal guard to Lierik, younger brother of Phelan, former Ahnian nobility Phelan Azes (@feracor) - Ahniri - Royal guardsman, personal guard to Lierik, older brother of Rourke, former Ahnian nobility Alteo Eul - Ahniri/Setana halfling - General of Ahnia's military, formerly engaged to be married to Prince Jawyr. Nielis (@feraecor) - Ahniri/Vasyrus halfling - Head adviser to Lierik. Some speculate that he was in a relationship with Lierik some time ago. Minuis - Ahniri - Head royal doctor and healer Lerato - Elvish??? - Innaius, Head court mage and adviser to Lierik. Nobody seems to know for sure who or what he is, aside from that he's a close friend to the king and his family. Ber Bireth - Elvish - Lerato's son. He's something of a wanderer, and though he's not technically part of the royal court like his father, he's sometimes called in for consultations. Sef - Paisyni (sort of like an elemental and fae cross) - Court mage, was once a student under Lerato. Azazel - Ahniri - "Watcher", works for Enoch Ouza - Ahniri - "Watcher, works for Enoch Ysa Amorin - Ahniri - "Watcher", works for Enoch Hana Amorin - Ahniri - Royal tutor Amali Amorin - Ahniri - Royal guard Ophan - Ahniri - Part of Ahnia's military, loyal to Tahariel Elohim though, so he's part of the coup Sophie - Ahniri - Part of Ahnia's military, also loyal to Tahariel Elohim, and is part of the coup Helai Luelach - Aifaen/Vasyrus halfling - One of Ahnia's nobles, and a leading figure in the black market and underground rings of the four kingdoms (and likely beyond). Sometimes helps the coup, sometimes helps the royal family-- it's money dependent for him. Cilatyve Luelach - Incubus - Was once a prominent member of the coup, and has since been given a position as one of Lierik's advisers Enoch Elohim Vretil - Ahniri? Pirodeti? I can't decide if the Pirodeti are gonna be a thing in royalty AU or not - Even though he's an Elohim, nobody knows that-- including his siblings. Runs a major spy/espionage network via his Watchers. Zikiriel Elohim - Ahniri - One of the Elohim that is loyal to Lierik and Kalliah; works as one of Ahnia's ambassadors. Sarakael Elohim - Ahniri - Though he's not technically part of the coup, he's one that would rather see Jawyr on the throne than Lierik (or Tahariel). Works as part of Ahnia's military. Tahariel Elohim - Ahniri - One of the leading figures of Ahnia's coup, as well as one of the major contenders to replace Lierik on the throne...though as cruel as he's known to be, it's hard saying whether this backing is legitimate, or if it's due to bribery/threats/etc. ...Is it a crime if I just write "the rest of the Elohim family" here, because I don't want to write out all 18 or 19 of these bastards. The angels! The angels are Ahniri here! Some of them are allied with the coup, some aren't! Some are still "Tzowld" tainted here, others aren't! I'll make a more specific post about them later, maybe! orz

[soultoken-archived]

changes coming. 👀

so. guess who finally understood how to organize themselves with their rp blogs! hopefully for the definitive time.

you might see a few changes soon, on here as well as a little -a will appear on the url. i'm moving blogs! again. but hopefully for the last time! i'm returning to dividing my blogs on different accounts, but this time with a little more thought put into how i do it. i eventually came up with the solution that seems perfect to me: i'll be on three accounts ( technically four, but. shh. ), each one with a hub blog for its sideblogs. they're already here, i'll fix them veeeery slowly - them, and all the sideblogs. some muses might disappear temporarily, but as i decide what to do with their blogs, they might reappear somewhere.

if you're interested in following them, the three blogs are:

• ghostories // the blog for horror-based and/or dark content centred muses ( dark fantasy, or muses that have to deal with very dark topics ): john will be moved there, such as clef if you followed him. the full list of muses will be on the blog. eventually. • ghostflying // the blog for pokémon muses. the more i go on, the more i realize i just prefer keeping the pokémon dash separated, so i'm going back to it. i'll likely make a sideblog for john's pokémon verse, to keep the dashes even more clean. • ghostcappuccino // ( my favourite url of them all ) the blog for everything else, really, but mostly intended as the "chill dash". knowing me, i will still roleplay heavy stuff in its sideblogs, but the muses will be from lighter places, like geno from super mario.

and that's it. <3 i won't put pressure on myself to make these blogs definitive and "perfect" as soon as possible, i will go very slowly with my own time, when i have some free moments between work and personal projects. but finally i feel i have a grasp on what the heck i want to do, which feels... nice. and relaxing. <3

see you there, if you'd like! ❤

[mythgirlimagines]

I went slightly heavy on the angst here so uh. Yeah have fun.

It's common knowledge that the "role" the Ultimate Survivor, Kokichi Ouma, plays best in is that of the "antagonist." He was oblivious to this til it was too late. Looking back on his "performances" in earlier seasons... it's clear he's genuinely gone off the deep end more than once. But the drama he brought, the mystery in his plans, and the thrill in just how ruthless he could get always got the fans commenting, theorizing, arguing, engaging. The audience loved it, so Team Danganronpa encouraged it. He's convinced himself he'd still be cutting lives short even if they didn't.

It's also common knowledge that the "role" the Ultimate Survivor, Miu Iruma, plays best in is that of the "comic relief." Black comedy and vulgar humor were used to... cope in the early seasons. But it's clear now; she's crossed lines, physical and emotional. A miserable human who set off to make others just as miserable so she wouldn't feel alone, traumatizing survivors or in their last moments on planet Earth. Like hell it mattered though. People thought it was funny. She doesn't think the other survivors are laughing either, at least. Wherever they are. At least she opened eyes.

They've... toned things down (yes, this is implying the Miu and Ouma as you remember them in V3 were watered down, thank you). Team Danganronpa whines about it every now and then, but the audience is apparently okay with a cooling-off period so long as they get a comeback at some point. So... fantastic. They get a countdown for their sanity now. Just what the doctor ordered.

Ik my requests are always, uh, long lol but there ya go! Look, simply writing the request down and giving it to you is boring. I need to add something

Anyways! <3 Headcanons for Miu and Ouma during this "cooling-off" period? When they join a game, they get to be background characters for a while. They don't have to be the center of attention. They don't have to antagonize. They don't have to get involved with whatever the plot and main characters are doing.

(Except in V3. It was technically part of their cooling-off period but shh we'll get there.)

I can imagine them appreciating the "cooling off" periods

It was definitely easier when they didn’t have to get involved. Miu and Kokichi were practiced enough to recognize the protagonists and the plots, so they could easily avoid them.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t weird. Kokichi was so used to bringing drama to the table when it came to a more antagonistic role. At least he wasn’t the main antagonist this time.

As for Miu, she sighed a breath of relief. She knew she’d hurt people before with her jokes, and she wanted to do her best to not do that again, even though it was still something she did to make herself feel better in whatever way.

The two of them stuck close together in the cooling off period, since they bounced off each other well enough to satisfy the audience in the background of the major events.

There would eventually be a time when they needed to amp up their worst character traits again, something they were subconsciously bracing for. Hopefully that was a while off…

[bembembembis]

Interview Tag Game

RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)

Green [ @greenvlvetcouch], my literal god, said anyone could do it and so how could I not. This looks like sm fun <3

My playlist is 156 songs long & the current chaos/depression playlist so we'll see how she goes.

First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal

( Will Wood, Suburbia Overture/ Greetings from the Bell Township! (Vampire) Culture, Love Ne, Normally )

2. What kind of [ libra ] are you?

You run from tomorrow/ But the madness catches up

( Luke Hemmings, Repeat)

3. You're visiting your favourite spot, what are you thinking about?

I could drink your blood if you let me, baby

(Will Wood, Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't be One)

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

But I can see the dirt in your lines

(Peach Pit, Alrighty Aphrodite)

5. Say you got a book deal, what are you titling your memoir ?

I'm in awe, you're corrupt

(Blue Rain Boots, Look Like People)

6. What would you say about your best friends?

Sweet fucking angel, I loved you / All my fuckin' life / I thought we'd grow old

( Harley Poe, I wanna die ) [ technically 3 lines but shh]

7. Think back to when you had everything figured out in highschool, what was your life motto as a teenager?

It will betray you, be used against you, then it'll fail on you my dear

(AJJ, Body Terror Song)

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

Ain't it funny, how I scare myself sometimes

(Junie & TheHutFriends, Bloody!Bloody!)

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

I need to purge my urges/ Shame, shame, shame on you/ Alibi to justify, somebody to to blame

( Vundabar, Alien Blues)

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

Brewing above the house of anarchy we share/ When we have a visitor, they are visibly disturbed/ They don't want to hang around in the company of you and I

or

Never eat anything that will compromise my health / And, baby that means you, too / That means you

(Autoheart, Lent) [ Couldnt decide on one :/]

I tagg literally anybody who wants to do it <3333

[icarusredwings]

After about 40 minutes of witnessing Wade try to convince her to take off her metaphorical chasity belt, her having to keep reminding him that she dosn't have that organ, him saying theyll 'make it work' and watching them dance (COUGH stumble COUGH) around on the roof in the red moonlight, Logan finally asked.

"...sooo... are you a Ghost?" Logan asked, just now realizing that Wade's body was about 50 stories down south by now.

"It's complicated." He muttered, letting her drink the rest of the bottle before he threw it over the edge, smiling, love stuck at her with the goofiest little giggle at the "WHAT THE FUCK!?" that cane from the bottom and crash that came with it.

"But.. you dont have a body right now. Because you're dead."

"I cant die, Logan." He states this, like its a known fact, as much as 1+ 1 is 2, except in this case, when it was 3.

"So unfortunate." She says with a disappointed sigh.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" He chuckles, trying to dip her to the imaginary music in his head for her to tug him down too. The loud fit of giggles that they had was enough for Logan to give them a soft smile.. it was always intresting to see him with others.. so different and yet all the same..

He watches as his weirdo of a boyfriend licked up the womans skull, his tongue going in her nose holes as she laughs. What otherwordly flirting with this?

"So are you a spirit or..? And how can I see you?"

"Soul stuff. Technically. You can't always see it, but it's a blood moon. The doors between the dead and the living are open." Wade mutters quickly, then tilts his head. "Right??"

"Not quite. But close!" She coes, laying out against the cold concrete, letting Wade motterboat her, giggling until an alarm went off on his watch.

Beepbeepbeep.

Clicking the button, he sighed heavily, looking at her with such sad puppy dog eyes. "Do you have to go so soon? What if I jump off the building again?"

She chuckles, bringing her hands up to pet his head once again, a soft squeeze of a hug. "I'm sorry, dear. I have to go."

"Wwwhhyy?" Wade whines, pouting the same way he did when Vanessa left... though... now that Logan thought about it? No- that's ridiculous. His head shakes, frowning softly, feeling sympathetic for Wade.

Death held him with soft fondness. So gentle, so soft. This was who he went to see each time he died. To get a hug and a kiss from his eternal mistress.

He wondered, though. What actually happens when death herself kisses you? If Wade's body was taken away in a truck almost 45 minutes ago then how was he going to die a second time?

Or was that the illusion.. was she actually the kiss of life?

"Stay. Please." He begs her, pulling her up as he held her hands, bringing them to his chest. "Please.."

She sighs, tilting her head as her posture softened. "I can't.. Im sorry, baby."

"B-but you're death! You can just.. keep killing me."

"Oh.. my darling.. you know better then anyone that, thats not how this works." She whispers, pulling him in for a tight hug, letting Wade cling to her, tears going into her robe. "Shh.. One day."

"One day.." He squeaked out, clearly very upset about her having to leave him- or rather, actually- Him leaving her.

Even Logan's heart pinged, now understanding why Wade was so eager to die at times, especially when in pain. He had someone to kiss him better in all planes of life.... the fucker. How did he manage that?

Sheesh.. if his words and touches alone for an hour a year could bag death herself as an astral entity, no wonder god took away his face. He'd be unstoppable. A scoff of a laugh came from Logan as he thought about this.

"Why are you laughing, Howlett?" She asks him, her voice slightly colder then before, as if upset she was laughing at Wades anguish.

Swallowing, he sits up. "I-i thought of a joke wade told me from ealier.. I apologize.." he did NOT need beef with this lady.. though.. he wondered.

If she loved Wade so much, why didn't she keep him? Even his healing factor couldn't compete with DEATH, right?? Hm... he'd have to ask that later.

"Wait!" Wade shouts from the floor as she stood.

"Yes, dear?"

"What about the cake kiss? I worked hard making that! Actually, it might be hard as a brick, but it's still delicious!

She smiles softly. "... that's what she said."

"Fuck, you're a tease.."

And before he knew it, Wade was in her lap again, staring into her empty sockets as she fed him a few bites of the cake and a strawberry.

Chewing it up, he tried to give her a slice, but she only put it between her teeth. "..Kiss me like you'll miss me, big boy."

Sitting up, he kisses her, putting his hands through her pitch white hair, sucking that strawberry right out, swallowing it instantly as he puts his tongue down her .. well.. you know what I mean.

Pulling away, he was sure to give her one more lick over her teeth as she snickered.

"Whatta woman!" He groans.

And he's gone.

Disintegrating into hundreds of white moths.

Standing up, Logan feels like he is in a fever dream. "Holy shi- what did you do to him!?" He asks, claws finally coming out of the door as he takes a few steps forward before realizing where he was, crouching, his legs shakey from the height and the fact his heart was pumping out of his chest. It wasn't every day he watched his boyfriend turn into butterflies!?

Most of them fly off, directly towards the big bright blood moon. Some stay on her, the fondess of Wade Wilson sticking to her, following her like a farmilliar.

Smirking, he can swear she has a face, narrowing her cat eyes at him. "He's at Eastern Gotham Health.... Take care of him for me."

And she's gone. Bats.

He jumps, shoving his claws into the floor, shaking as all the hairs on his arms and neck fly up. He pants, terrified. "wHAT THE FU-"

The end.

A date with Death.

Slightly nsfw.

The moon is out. The only thing about this specific moon is that it's a full moon. The Blood moon to be specific.

They came every march. And every march you could count on Wade Wilson to be busy that night.

Currently, he was sitting at the top of a sky scraper, kicking his feet over the edge with earbuds in.

Next to him was a sweet little spread, an expensive wine, two glasses, a couple of sodas, a bag of burger and fries, and a box with a small heart-shaped cake inside it, strawberries lining the top.

In his hands was a large bouquet of dark colored roses, burgandy, black, and reds (of course). He knew the moment he gave them to their recipient, they would die instantly, but he knew so would he. And he was okay with that.

Starting to hum, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, glancing at his hello kitty watch. 5 til 3.

Any moment now, he thought, glancing at the things next to him, moving the glasses over to be closer to the cake, wanting it to look perfect.

Look, if anything, he was a lover. A lover who just happened to love fighting and love kiling. But that didn't make him any less of a hopeless romantic, especially for dark harked ladies that thought he was funny.

Sure, Wade had a lot of lovers. Never being able to pin himself to just one. He spent more time with some than others, but it didn't mean he loved them any less. Even if it was only a couple of minutes a week or, in this case, an hour a year. A singular, annual date.

No, it wasn't merely enough for him, not enough for her either, but he enjoyed their little time together. How she held him and replied to his quips with further jokes that turned him into a puppy, head over heels.

It's not his fault his heart was so big. Honestly. But he knew that even if everyone left him, she would still come each March to see him.

"Welp.." He whispers, wrapping up his Ipod, laying it neatly next to the sodas as he stood up.

Turning on the heel of his good shoes (cheap half off dressage from the thrift, slightly tight, but perfect for dancing) he held the roses near his chest, like a corpse he leaned back, letting himslef fall.

This had to be one of his favorite parts. The cool wind on his back, the freshly ironed jeans and button-up flapping in the wind, the soft sherpa lined denim feeling like laying in a bed of sheep.

"Oh my darling.. Must you always take a swan dive off a 50 story building?"

He smiles, opening his eyes to see that he was back up on that roof, the dark robbed woman rubbing her hand on his arm.

"How else am I supposed to get your attention, sugar?"

She giggles, glancing over the side with an inquisitive hum. "Hhm.. always such a lovely color of red for me."

"Of course. Anything for my boney muffin." He takes her hand, kissing it softly.

"Wade Wilson, you flirt."

"My middle name. How was your trip, pumpkin?"

"Mmh... decent. Such a tease you are. You know that?"

"Obviously. Oh! These are for you. Put them on my grave when I finally get one, willya?" He coes.

She accepts the flowers, barley getting a hold on them before they wilted, drying up. Dying.

"They're beautiful.. but.. erm.. Who's that?" She questions, glancing behind them to a dark figure practically clinging to the roof top exist door.

"Oh, that's just Wolvie. He's fine, got him a number 5 meal and a soda. He's scared of heights." Wade grins, giving him a lazy wave but Logan didn't take his claws out of the metal door to wave back, the other hand holding a burger but he did tip his head. "Ma'am."

"Yeah, he should be at the end of your book somewhere. Slipepry one. Just like me."

"Mmh.. Logan Howlett...Wait I thought I've already taken him?"

"You did! He's a different one. The best one." He smiles towards the man, putting his head agisnt her shoulder.

"The man with many names.... Yes, he should be."

"Huh?"

"He should be scared of heights. I've been trying to catch him since the early 1900s. Slippery indeed...Finally caught him a few years back." She doesn't bat another.. well... dosn't move her skull away from him.

Becoming a bit nervous, Wade intertwined their hands. "Y-yeah he uh... he was curious. So.. you dont have to worry about him, though. Oh! Look! The ambulance finally showed up. Sheesh, tough break, fellas. You're too late!" He shouts at them.

"I see.." she turns back to Wade, grinning. "Don't worry.. I won't take him from you just yet.. he IS the one you were talking about last time, Yes?"

Now, Wade wasn't blind. Death was a jealous woman. Possesive of what was hers. Though Wade wasn't hers. Not quite yet. Not for.. awhile.

It's why she was so intrigued with him. So infatuated. She's never met a human that has wanted to die so much in all these centuries. So badly wishing he could crawl into her arms and let her pet his head for thousands of years as eternity went by.

He nods, blushing a bit. "Y-yeah.."

"Mmh.. quite a looker is he not?"

"Oh he so is. And he acts all tough but really hes a bit softy."

"I bet he's not soft everywhere-" She says, cassually, making Wade cough out a chuckle.

"Oh- my- god! My lady's a freak!" He laughs, still kicking his feet some as he grunts. "Not wrong tho.."

"I bet not." He watches as she looks over the small moonlight picnic he laid out for them. "Wade.. what is all this?"

"It's for our date! I made a cake and everything- well actually Wolvie helped me make it but I cut up the strawberries!"

"You did? Aww, you must be tired from such hard work. But my love..you know I can't eat." She says, frowning, not wanting to rain on his small parade.

"Oh I thought about that already. So I can eat it and then you can taste it. Fun right?"

Her black heart swells, running her hand up to behind his ear, holding his jaw. "You're too sweet."

Wade closes his eyes, leaning into hold, her thumb running over his cheek.

"Hopefully, his icing is as sweet as the cake." She whispers as he gasps, genuienly becoming giggling. "Sttaapph! You're so bad!"

"The baddest?"

Somehow, Wade knew she was giving him those eyes. The kind that suggested something.

"Oooh, the baddest. You know it, babe. Good thing I love me a bad bitch huh? Actually, It's a good thing you like funny losers. Guess in the lucky one."

"Wade.." She says, "you're not that funny."

"Ouch!!" He exclaims, hand drimatically going over his heart, shifting to fall into her lap. "You've wounded me!!" He whined, sticking out his tongue, pretending to be dead.

She laughs through her nose, holding his head in her thighs, petting over his head as she grabs his hand, rubbing over his bumpy skin.

"You're pretty hot tho.." she mutters, bringing the hand to her breast with a teasing smile.

Opening his eyes, he looks up to her with a big shit eating grin. "Oh, you flatter me! And apology accepted." Sitting up he brings the hand to her neck, starting to kiss up her jaw, little pecks.

"You really mean that? Me being pretty hot? And which is it? Am I pretty or am I hot? Cause I think you're gorgeous-"

"Wade."

"I mean, truly, deeply the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I don't just mean your killer rack either-"

"Wade."

"Did you do your hair for me? Goddess, forgive me for saying this, but damn, How are you so fine? Half of you is literally bone and Id still fuck ya until your hip needs replaced, What do you think? Right here on the roof? Hm?"

Pushing the food over, he starts to run his fingers down her side, getting to the point where her waist used to be. "Fuck, babe how are you so tiny down here? You know what, We'll fix that. Lemme pump a baby in ya-"

"Wade!" This time, It came from about 30 feet away, behind them.

"Wha!?"

"Let her speak! Damn!"

"oh..." Honestly, he had forgotten entirely that Logan was even here. He was so quiet..

"I tried to warn you, darling.."

"Well, I'm not sorry! He knew what he was getting into when he came here.. I can't believe I even let him come.. cockblocked on my own date.." he mutters, obviously frustrated as he agressivly popped open the wine bottle, starting to pour.

Seeing how upset he got only made her smile, pulling his waist closer, her hand dipping to 'accidently' brush up against him.

"Why would I thought that was a good-" for a second he stopped talking, leaning his head back into her boobs with a big smirk. "Oh but IM the tease?"

"Shh. Your cock dosn't seem very blocked to me."

A small squeal came from him as he handed a glass to her after swirling it a couple of times.

"A nosotros mi carino." He says, rolling his r all fancy like, leaning on her still with such comfortably.

The smiles, smirking lovingly. "A la esperanza de que te rompas el cuello mi amor~" She coes back, raising her glass to his until it made a CLNK noise, dumping it into her mouth.

Wade does the same, chugging the glass only to sit up, crawling to the edge as he coughs, spitting it out. "Oh, that's HORRIBLE! Jesus! White woman drink that shit? Why? I mean- I get it- after having to watch 5 hours of a pathetic excuse for a soccor game, I'd drink that too."

Death giggles, watching Wade refill their glasses.