#*��✎ stories

[sakuraszn]

ft. katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: bakugo losing you in a fight

The battlefield was a graveyard of destruction, littered with smoking rubble, twisted metal, and the lingering echoes of chaos. Katsuki Bakugo stood frozen in the aftermath, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his hero suit tattered and burned, but none of that mattered. Not when his crimson eyes were locked on the lifeless body lying in the debris-strewn street.

You.

His hands trembled at his sides, caked in soot and dried blood. The once-bright explosions he wielded with such precision had dimmed, his palms now useless as they twitched at his sides. His knees buckled as he took slow, hesitant steps forward, his vision blurring at the edges.

“Nah… Nah, no fuckin’ way…” His voice cracked, barely a whisper, as he dropped to his knees beside you. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his mind refusing to process what lay before him.

Your body—so warm, so full of life just hours ago—was now cold and motionless. Blood pooled beneath you, a deep crimson that stained the pavement, seeping into the cracks like it belonged there. A deep gash ran along your side, your hero suit torn, burned, and shredded beyond recognition. The color had drained from your face, and your once-bright eyes were closed, as if you were simply asleep.

But you weren’t.

You weren’t breathing.

You weren’t waking up.

“No…” Bakugo reached out, hesitating before his fingertips brushed against your cheek. Your skin was icy beneath his touch. His breath hitched, his throat tightening to the point of suffocation. “No, dammit—wake up. Get up, get up.”

Silence.

His hands curled into fists as he slammed them onto the pavement beside your body. His explosions sputtered weakly, flickering like dying embers, as if they, too, were grieving with him. His shoulders shook as his head fell forward, his forehead pressing against yours.

He could still remember the last thing you said to him: —“Be careful, Katsuki. I’ll see you when this is over.”

But you wouldn’t.

You weren’t coming back.

A guttural sound ripped from his throat, raw and broken, as his grief consumed him. He was Katsuki Bakugo, the strongest, the best, the one who won.

So why the fuck hadn’t he won this time?

Why hadn’t he protected you?

The battle had been brutal, a war against a villain who had been too powerful, too ruthless. The fight had pushed everyone to their limits, but Bakugo had been so sure he could keep you safe. You had fought side by side, just like always, watching each other’s backs.

And then—

Then you had shoved him out of the way.

His mind replayed the moment in agonizing detail. The way you had thrown yourself forward, the way your body had shielded his. The explosion that followed, the blinding light, the deafening roar. The smell of burning, of smoke, of blood.

Your blood.

His hands clawed at his hair as he let out a ragged, shuddering breath. “You fuckin’—why?!” His voice broke mid-scream, the anguish ripping through him like a blade. “Why’d you do that, huh?! Why the hell did you save me?!”

You weren’t supposed to.

He was supposed to be the one standing over your body, not the other way around.

You were supposed to yell at him for being reckless. You were supposed to slap his shoulder and roll your eyes when he got too cocky. You were supposed to be here, alive.

Not like this.

Not like this.

His vision blurred with tears he refused to acknowledge, his hands gripping at your body as if holding you tighter would somehow bring you back. His breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps, his body trembling as his fingers brushed over your bloodstained lips.

He was The Katsuki Bakugo.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

So why… why couldn’t he save the person who mattered most?

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registered in his mind. Someone was calling his name—Deku, Todoroki, maybe even Kirishima—but he didn’t turn. He didn’t care.

Because in that moment, the world around him was empty. Cold. Silent.

Just like you.

The battlefield was eerily quiet now. The smoke still curled in lazy tendrils, the rubble still groaned under its own weight, but to Katsuki Bakugo, the world had already gone still. His chest heaved as he held onto you, arms wrapped around your broken form, his fingers curled into the fabric of your tattered hero suit. The warmth had long since faded from your skin, and yet he clung to you as if he could force it back, as if sheer willpower alone could bring you back.

He didn’t care about the blood soaking through his gloves, didn’t care about the way his own wounds stung and throbbed. None of it mattered—not when you were gone.

He didn’t even register the voices at first. They were distant, muffled, like he was underwater.

“Bakugo…” A familiar voice—hoarse, choked with emotion. Midoriya.

Bakugo didn’t move.

“Bakugo, we need to—”

A hand reached for his shoulder, but the second he felt it, something in him snapped.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” His voice was raw, his body trembling as he pulled you closer, shielding you like they were trying to rip away the last piece of you he had left. His throat ached from how hard he was breathing, his teeth clenched so tightly they felt like they’d crack. “Don’t… don’t you dare—”

“Bakugo, please,” Kirishima tried, his own voice unsteady. His red eyes were wet, pained, his usually sturdy stance uncertain. “We— we have to move her. We can’t leave her like this.”

Like this.

Like you were just another body to clean up after a battle. Like you weren’t his whole damn world, the one person he would have burned everything down for.

His head shook violently, his fingers tightening around your lifeless form. “No,” he choked out, voice breaking. “No, she’s—she’s gonna wake up. She always gets up. Just… just give her a second, alright?” His voice cracked on the last word, desperation dripping from every syllable. “She’s just tired.”

Midoriya made a strangled sound from behind him, and Bakugo could hear the way he was barely holding it together. “Kacchan…”

“SHUT UP!” His voice tore through the air, but it held no bite, only pain. His vision swam as his forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your cold skin. “You can’t… you can’t leave me like this. You promised.”

You had promised him forever.

He never wanted forever without you.

His whole body shook as the weight of it all began to crush him. The reality, the finality. You weren’t waking up. No matter how tightly he held you, no matter how much he screamed, how much he begged—

You were gone.

A strangled sob ripped from his throat as his body curled around yours. The tears that had threatened to fall finally broke free, streaming down his dirt-streaked face as his entire world shattered in his hands. His arms trembled, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, your hair, trying to memorize every last detail before it was too late.

They tried again, and this time, he didn’t fight back.

Didn’t scream.

Didn’t explode.

Because he was empty.

He barely felt it when Kirishima’s hands grabbed his shoulders, barely registered the way Midoriya knelt beside him, his own face streaked with silent tears. They were talking, pleading with him, but the words didn’t reach him.

His body was being pulled away from yours, and he felt himself breaking all over again, arms stretching out desperately as if he could somehow reach you again.

“Please,” his voice was barely above a whisper now, so hoarse, so weak. “Please don’t take her from me…”

And as he crashed against Kirishima’s chest, sobbing so hard his whole body convulsed, Katsuki Bakugo finally understood what it meant to lose.

And Katsuki Bakugo, for the first time in his life, had lost his everything.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[cheshitora]

ON THE AIR : SAE ITOSHI, BUNNY IGLESIAS & IMPLIED FEM!READER

WARNING : MENTIONS OF DEATH/MURDER

FINAL CALL : i have to thank @ljubimaya for this. this is based off a conversation we had since i kept calling bunny "the bunny man" and it sounded like a serial killer name. i will have to make another au for this lol

[ FANTASY ]

a feral serial killer has been let loose on your town. newspapers told tales of the deranged murderer leaving a trail of bodies, bloodied and disfigured to the point of being unrecognizable. many victims were deemed "jane/john does" due to the brutality of the killings leaving them without a face or name.

the killer was smart, never leaving behind a single trace of evidence to lead back to him. except for a single trademark ─ the shaped of a bunny carved into the skin of the victim.

upon learning about this piece from the several crimes scenes, the papers named the killer, "the bunny man". not the most terrifying name, but he had the town in his clutches, waiting to strike again when someone was at their most vulnerable.

he was cruel and brazen enough to leave bodies where he knew there was heavy police activity. the townspeople feared for their lives as the killer had yet to be caught and brought to justice.

men loaded themselves with ammunition and weapons to protect their loved ones. women protected their children and refused to let them out when the sun dipped along the horizon.

residents flooded the churches to pray for safety, hoping they or their family wouldn't be the next victims.

the police felt the heavy weight on their shoulders from a single man causing chaos, wreaking havoc through the town and for what?

what was the killers' motive? what did he want?

these questions plagued the minds of the officers and detectives working to bring this murderer down─ especially sae itoshi, the lead detective on the case.

being young, sae knew he had a lot of expectations set on him, his superiors constantly on his back to make a break in the case or conjure any new lead.

but none came. any lead they received via phone calls or eye witness led to dead ends or were hoax calls made by local teens.

the red head had every body location pinpointed on his map, the expanse of his bulletin board littered with crime scene pictures, testimonies, names of victims, key witnesses and possible suspects.

he was scanning over the red marker trail he drew when he heard an all too familiar voice come from behind him, bringing him out of his trance.

"y'know, if you stare at that board too long, you're gonna make yourself dizzy."

he snapped his head to see you, a soft smile stretched across your lips.

"maybe you should take a break," you offered, taking a seat at the large wooden table he was leaning on.

sae said nothing in return, turning back to his board and going over everything he already knew.

typical sae, you thought, always focused on his work. though, in this case, you understood his lack of conversation with you.

"what are you doing here? i told you not to come by when i'm working."

your eyes flickered to him, his back still facing you.

"you told me."

"then why are you here?"

no bullshit, huh? same as ever.

"i... need to tell you something important," you stammered.

"can it wait? i'm busy right now."

without even looking at you, you knew exactly the face he wore, the same neutral, unexpressive face he always wore.

"i'm scared," you confessed. "i think... someone's following me."

that got his attention. he whipped around to face you and for a brief second, you saw the smallest hint of concern flash across his features, only for him to wear that usual poker face again.

"actually following you? you sure it's not just your imagination."

you gave him the strongest deadpan you'd ever given him before.

"i'm being serious," he said.

"i am too. i think i'm being followed."

he took a deep breath, pulling out the chair in front of you to sit. this might've been the first time he's sat down to breathe, even if just for a second and only to see if what you were telling him had any substance to it.

"why do you think you're being followed?" he asked with a genuine concern you rarely saw from him.

you sighed, holding your hands in your lap with a sense of anxiousness coursing through you as you recalled the earliest memory of your being followed.

"well, i don't have definitive proof but it's more like a feeling."

"a feeling? i need more than just a feeling."

you pursed your lips, your brows knitting in annoyance from that skeptical tone in his voice.

"i don't know. it's like i can feel someone watching me. like they're so close but everytime i look around, no one's there. i don't know how else to explain it."

sae let out a long sigh, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"it could just be nerves. this whole town is on edge."

"it's not just nerves, though. this is real."

"and if it isn't?"

"then i guess i'm just going crazy with the rest of the town," you half joked. it had felt like you were going crazy, creating impossible feelings and sounds to keep you looking over your shoulder.

sae stood from his seat, walking around the table to lean against the table where you sat. his aqua orbs stared down at you, taking notice of the way you trembled, the little mannerisms of you peeling at your finger nails not going unnoticed by him.

"i don't know how much i can help you since there's not much to go on. but, i can at least have an officer keep an eye on your place for a few hours," he offered. "if that helps."

well, it does help, a lot. you felt the tension in your muscles ease when he offered the bit of support he could give you. with every officer being dispatched to patrol the streets all over town, sae was going out of his way to make sure you were looked out for. he was taking your fear seriously.

"yeah, that helps a lot, actually."

he nodded. "they'll only be there a few hours. though. i need every officer patrolling tonight. do you understand?"

there he is again, typical sae.

"yeah, i understand."

rising from your seat, you flashed sae another fond smile, thankful for the bit of respite he was able to offer you in a dire time, not just for you but for the whole town. you saw firsthand the tumultuous effects this rampaging killer had on the community. neighbors no longer said "hi" to each other. everyone feared everyone, not knowing if the killer walked amongst the people they knew like family.

you patted sae's shoulder delicately, not wanting to push your boundaries with him.

"thanks for your help." you stepped away from him, heading towards the door of his office before you stopped in your tracks, turning back to look at him once more.

"try not to work too hard."

sae said nothing. he knew he'd have to work twice as hard now. and you knew that too, turning your back to him once more to leave the office.

he went back to reviewing his board, hoping to god he made the right decision. he wondered if you, like your fellow residents, had succumbed to the paranoia that swept through the streets.

he pondered his decision to have an officer park in front of your house to keep an eye on you. he needed all the man power at his disposal in the event the killer struck again tonight. and yet, here he was offering one of his own to act as surveillance on just you alone.

but it was better than him protecting you instead, or at least, that's what he told himself.

it had been a couple of months since you and sae broke off your engagement, with your argument being that sae prioritized his work more than he cared for his relationship with you. it was an argument he knew he couldn't fight back. he had been hyperfocused on his work and even moreso now with being appointed this case.

he'd never admit it out loud, but he was glad that you still felt comfortable enough to come to him for help, but there was a part of him that believed you fought against the idea. you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with him after you broke up.

truth be told, he missed you. he missed coming home to a warm house and a loving fiancée to alleviate tension and stress in his body and mind. his job was only worth it because he had you to support him through all of the hardest cases he had been assigned that helped build his reputation.

but now, his house was cold and so was his life, just like the countless bodies he comes across with each new case.

he wished he could tell you what you wanted to hear, what he wanted to say, but the words just wouldn't come out.

maybe, in this way, you'll be able to come around to him again. that's what he silently hopes for anyway.

so imagine his surprise when he stops by your house later that night to check in on you and his officer, only to find the cop with his throat slit and slumped over the steering wheel.

sae raced into your home, his gun drawn and heart beating erratically as he raced up to your bedroom, kicking the door open only to find the bedroom empty, a small pool of blood staining your silky pillowcase, the window open and curtains flying from the cool breeze.

sae frantically searched your bedroom when he set his sights on a broken picture frame of you and him together. the picture was taken the night of your first anniversary.

the glass screen as smashed, pieces of broken glass falling to the ground as sae examined the picture, noticing the deep slash marks across sae's face... in the shape of a bunny.

it was him ─ the killer had gone after you. all of your worries and fears of being followed flooded sae's mind. ypu were right to be scared. you were being followed by the man he had been searching for. if he had just set his pride aside, he would've been there to stop him, would've been able to save you.

sae had called in back up after finsing the body of the deceased cop in his vehicle, the blaring sound of sirens inching closer, but sae couldn't hear them, letting the frame picture of you and him at one of the happiest moments of your life, now just a haunting memory of the girl he couldn't save.

[ohimsummer]

spanking puppy!satoru cuz vibrators are not cheap!!

puppyboy! satoru squirms and whines in your lap, where his ass sits nice and bare—covered in angry red handprints.

he yelps again as you land another smack to his behind, head turning slightly but you notice he doesn’t dare use those puppy-dog eyes on you.

“this hurts.”, he huffs.

“he doesn’t seem to mind.”, you fire back, wrapping a hand around satoru’s length twitching and leaking against your bare thigh. “you like the pain, apparently.”

“no i don’t–ow!”

he whimpers again at the next harsh slap to his bare ass. “enough, i’ve learned my lesson! what’s so special about that stupid vibrator, anyway?”

“you liar, you haven’t even apologized yet.” you gently squeeze satoru’s ass, rubbing over the marks to soothe the burn and his tail gives a small wag. “and that stupid vibrator was $80, dummy.”

“sorry.”, satoru spouts off automatically, a woeful and pathetic and insincere apology. “can we go cuddle now–owie!”

“i want a real apology, satoru!”, you scold him. “that vibrator wasn’t cheap, i’m out almost $100 now!”

“that’s what you get for trying to replace me.”, he finally turns to you, pouty and frustrated. “how dare you, when i’m right here?”

he’s ridiculous. “god forbid i want a quick orgasm when i don’t feel like fucking.”

satoru turns away with a haughty huff, arms folded across his chest and he gives his tail an impatient flick. “that thing can’t compete with me, it can’t even fill you up properly like i can.”

“it’s not for filling me u–“

“and anyway, we don’t have to fuck all the time, you could just sit on my face.”

that’s not the point, you wanna argue. your mouth opens and then quickly shuts. you can already tell you won’t get anywhere with him. satoru’s eyes follow your hand as it raises again, and he gives a pleading whine.

“hey, wait–ow!”

[blkkizzat]

.𝐖𝐈𝐏

a lot of people ask me "hey are you still working on..." the answer is YES! but if you know me you know i'm adhd asf (& work + grad school) and i get things done when i get things done. imma try REAL HARD not to add anything else until I am done with these as its already so freaking much lol. so here's what i am working on plus the progress word count of each.

xx kali

⭑.ᐟ = prioritized ❀ = completed

⭑.ᐟ xmas - toji x sukuna x nerdy!reader elevator fic [8.1K]

⭑.ᐟ the nursery p3 [3.4K]

the nursery p4 [8.8K]

don't drop the pancakes (the nursery prelude) [4.4K]

⭑.ᐟ nerd!geto p2 [4K]

⭑.ᐟ otaku!gojo, satosugu x reader, (lvl 3)

otaku!gojo, (lvl 4)

otaku!gojo, (lvl 5) [680]

⭑.ᐟ stepdad!nanami [4K]

satosugu x virgin!reader [1K]

tnmn!sukuna [2.2K]

virgin!nanami (office romance)

virgin!sukuna

virgin!choso (party) [630]

virgin!choso x stripper!reader [234]

⭑.ᐟ invisible man!gojo [1.5K]

⭑.ᐟ incubus!geto [438]

xmas - higuruma x nanami x intern!reader p2

the hills have eyes choso

⭑.ᐟ nnn!nanami [4.1K] [❀]

⭑.ᐟ nnn!higuruma [3.8K]

⭑.ᐟ genderbend!toji x choso x reader [581]

420 - plug!reader multific

420 - toji [2.1K]

420 - nanami [421]

420 - satosugu x reader (p2 of satosugu x virgin!reader)

freddy!sukuna [530]

hannibal!nanami

xmas - choso x suguru x bimbo!reader

ghostface!choso p3 [1K]

guest prof!gojo x mba!reader [3.1K]

half-curse!choso x curse!reader

toji x shiu x landlord!reader

⭑.ᐟ toji x choso x preschool!teacher reader

⭑.ᐟ mutual baby trapping with nanami p2

roommate!toji from this ask

4 stories for an unannounced milestone event [toji, suguru, gojo, nanami] (idk if imma get to this but maybe...)

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ xoxo, gossip girl!

content: leo valdez x reader, percy jackson x reader, jason grace x reader

╰┈▸ back cover: how would gossip sessions with them go?

warnings: cursing, rude humor??

librarian's annotations: doing this instead of requests um

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE

god hes probably talking shit more than u

"oh her? yeah she was such a bitch like no way she looked at you like that when i said i was so obviously taken!"

"and her hair? has she ever heard of a brush? like, if you're gonna come at my girlfriend, at least make yourself look better so you don't embarrass yourself. oh wait, you can't!"

probably laying on you as he does this, and starts squeezing you tightly

"because my girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world!"

awww that's cute right?

WRONG this man is so quick with his comebacks its actually insane

does NOT think before he speaks

doesnt hold back, even against you (booo why did ur gf privileges not apply to that)

"leo! can you like, move your fat ass off me?" you groan under him as he lays down with his dead weight on top of you.

"like the fat ass you don't have?"

were you silent or SILENCED

everytime you think he wouldnt take it that far?? oh he will go THERE (but he always makes sure u know hes joking)

doesnt want to invoke your wrath so he apologizes IMMEDIATELY

"fix your hair-"

"fix your face- IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO-"

*ੈ PERCY JACKSON

guys. we cant forget abt the OG SASSY MAN

also talking shit a whole lot more than he should

"uh, she needs to get her act together before she can start coming at others; like-" rolls his eyes for EMPHASIS "who does she think she is, talking to you like that?"

damn, who taught this man sass?

bro was BORN with it or smth

even outsasses you sometimes

if you tell him to get like a snack or something and hes in the mood to just lay down with you, he will huff SO loudly

"ugh, fine!"

gets you extra snacks anyway in case you want more (and drinks obviously)

SO SO INVESTED like he has the WHOLE story down

but sometimes mixes up the ppl if its been a while

"wait wait, so the library girl and the jock are dating?"

"the nerd and the library girl are dating, but the jock wanted library girl."

"that makes a lot of sense, actually."

has tea of his OWN because the sea knows everything apparently

"tobias told me-" percy started.

"who the fuck is tobias?"

"the turtle, duh. anyway, he said that this guy always takes girls to the beach on their first date, to make them fall in love with him or something. like, every single girl he's dated."

"...does that count as a manipulation tactic?"

*ੈ JASON GRACE

will be on your side no matter what

like if you end it with an "it is what it is"

um??? it is NOT what it is hello?

doesnt look like hes listening but hes paying attention to EVERYTHING

like hes "reading" a book but hes been on the same page for the entire time youve been talking

tries not to laugh at your rather creative insults, but sometimes you get a soft chuckle out of him

you take that as a win

once, you caught him listening through the door as you gossiped with piper over the phone

he was SO embarrassed omg

after that, you made sure to tell him all the tea as soon as you have it

"—and he cheated on her with her SISTER. who's like, three years younger than him! like, what the fuck? that's not even all he did!" you sit up, hands playing with the blanket. you think you see him lean a bit closer, as if wanting to hear more. "she fucked his brother in his room, like, her ex boyfriend's room for revenge! okay, that was a bitch move, but was it deserved?"

jason shrugged. "i'd say no one deserves to be cheated on, but he kinda did deserve it."

"exactly!"

[bohnerrific69]

₊˚⊹ MEET VAMPIRE!READER

maneater (literally). bold and unshameful. high heels, stilettos & stylish boots. free spirit. parties. humorous. mini skirts and shorts. adventurous. paired with many evan peters' characters.

VAMPIRE!READER who naturally is a wolf in sheep's clothing to attract her victims. the more blood-fed she is, the more human she looks, skin not looking dead-corpse color or being affected by the sun. the only thing she needs most is blood, but human flesh is tasty enough to hold some of her hunger. the fangs? are always there, but people barely notice till vampire!reader is giving a devious smirk while her eyes shine red like the devil.

“awn, don't be scared... you still had luck. the last thing you'll see will be me.”

VAMPIRE!READER got some of her abilities nerfed as punishment after refusing to take the form of the true monster she was expected to be and spare the lives of innocent souls. but don't underestimate her, she's still strong enough to kill anyone or anything that has a pulse. enhanced senses, strong intuition, retractable claws, inhuman strength, speed and jump is various of her abilities, the scarier one is being not able to feel any pain at all —when is at her peak already full-fed—, any wounds and lost members of her body getting healed and regenerated in seconds.

“oh i like my boys playing hard to get, and i like my man all incompetent”

VAMPIRE!READER is totally a girls' girl, her targets being only men —usually the shittiest and incompetent ones—, always doing an exclusive hunt for the ones who made any woman or kid a victim of some cruelty or suffering, payback is her middle name. lowkey doing this also helps her to not feel guilt or remorse by who she takes life's from, anything that could help her to not feel like she is a true monster.

“and i swear they choose me, i'm not choosing them.”

VAMPIRE!READER loves being an insufferable brat and tests everyone's limits, having fun in taking nothing serious except when truly needed. she loves to do funny stunts mocking her victims and having a blast with the chasing; one time in halloween she chased some disgusting frat boys while wearing a whole ghostface costume (from scream) with her signature high heels, she couldn't stop laughing while hearing their screams. "pfft- come on! isn't cool a hottie wanting y'all now?!"

“why so sexy if so dumb? and how survive the earth so long?”

VAMPIRE!READER who denies the allegations of still having empathic feelings and a kind heart that doesn't beat anymore, but her actions always show the contrary. the 'strong bratty woman that doesn't care for nothing or anyone else' act easily breaks for the ones who actually see her by herself. the trust issues are always there under the confident iceberg being stronger than the sharp intuition, not trusting easily, and is convinced that anyone who gets too close either wants something from her or will eventually betray her. reassurance is always needed.

“the hottest thing a man could do is whimper and beg... better yet when it's for their life.”

VAMPIRE!READER is effortlessly stunning, perfect to perform her seductiveness to approach victims and manipulate them into thinking she's just a pretty dumb woman. her classic territory of acting is smaller cities or towns, better to leave without any suspects and headache complications. she enjoys visiting bigger cities of course, always giving her a good story to tell and a man to eat (interpret this how you please).

WORKS WITH VAMPIRE!READER

COLIN ZABEL

♱ i'm a good girl, officer.

IMPORTANT

disclaimer: the pictures shown above are only illustrative, they don't descriptive !reader's appeareance at all, she's supposed to be you in any shape and color. \ some phrases are actually lyrics from 'manchild' by sabrina carpenter!

notes: she's an independent !reader (she isn't limited to a specific au/series) i want to explore with a bunch of characters portrayed by evan peters (e.g. ahs chars, quicksilver, warren lipka, etc), so feel free to do requests for her with any of them!!

[ladylaviniya]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧™ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡é 𝐛𝐮𝐭- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬?

𝐎𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐗 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐚��𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐭, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝟒𝐩𝐞, 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐔𝐬𝐞, 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐎𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐞!!)

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧™ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

author notes 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.ᐟ

𖥔 If you are under the age of 18, I will politely ask you do not select any of the links and leave this blog, this is not age appropriate content nor is this safe kink.

𖥔I would like to express the knowledge that I do not approve or perform of any of the actions the characters of this fanficition demonstrate.

𖥔This story might be alarming and severely upsetting for people who have had experiences with rape, kidnapping and death themselves or of close loved ones.

𖥔This story is not fit for every viewers eyes and it will be glorifying acts of trauma and characters that shouldn't be in reality.

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𖥔This fic is post Season 1 of HBO’s The Penguin.

𖥔this is a dark original story on its own, with heavy topics & triggers. Happy endings do not happen here.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.ᐟ

last update: December 2024 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.ᐟ

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝐤+

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝐤+

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ��𝟎 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎 – 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

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❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ Snowflake dividers – @strangergraphics @dollywons @ladylaviniya

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ masterlist layout inspiration – @lilacevans

taglists: 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.ᐟ

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ The Penguin & The Puffin Taglist. (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

❆.ೃ࿔⋆˖ ݁ ➤ The Ultimate Taglist. (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

[weweernay]

SALLY FACE FANFIC

Metal is a genre of Rock✯

Larry Johnson X Heather(reader)

Summary: You and Larry hold unlimited hatred for each other. but one day you will both fall in a big trouble....

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(first thing to say is this is my first fanfic here and i really hope you will enjoy this. Second this fanfic will have REALLY BAD GRAMMAR. ENJOY AND LOVE YOU)

|write a comment or smth if u want more ofcc♡︎|

Warnings for all chapters: cult, gore, mentions of suicide, drugs, killing, kidnapping, bad grammar, weapons etc....{{DO NOT EXPECT DETAILED SMUT WHILE THEY ARE TEENAGERS}}

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CHAPTER 1: When he gets better

Hard rain was pouring outside and it was cold. The sky was grey matching the atmosphere in the class. Kids were either leaning on their tables or secretly throwing some paper messages across the classroom.

One of paper messages fell on a table of brunette girl who was wearing purple blouse and black jeans. Her green eyes looked down than at the small crumpled paper.

The girl looked around the classroom till she found a girl who was recognizable by her short, messy curly hair was across the classroom sitting on her table and leaning with her back on the wall with a sly smirk. The girl smiled at the curly haired, she took the paper and uncrumpled it.

"𝖠𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖤"

Ashley read the message and looked at the girl across the classroom. "Nooo" Ash whispered and shook her head with a smile. The girl across the classroom rolled he eyes as her smirk disappeared. "Party breaker!" Girl whispered....maybe too loud which caught teachers attention. "Heather, is there a problem?" Teacher said.

Everyone looked at the girl who moved away from the wall and fixed her posture. "No, everything is fine." She said "Well keep it quiet, you are here to learn."

Teacher said, she turned towards the board and continued her lesson. Heather rolled her eyes and sighed. She crossed her arms and looked at Ashley who was trying not to laugh. "Bitch...." Heather mumbled.

After some boring 10 minutes that felt like a hour a sound of freedom- i mean bell was heard. Kids were leaving class in hury towards the cafeteria, maybe because it was a fries day BUT MAYBE. Just like everyone Heather was leaving the classroom. "Hethiee waitt!" Ashley yelled.

Heather turned around to see Ashley running towards her. "Let's have a lunch together, like in the old times ha?" Ashley asked. Heather with confusion raised her eyebrow. "Huh? Aren't you going with your gang?" Ashley laughed awkwardly

"Yea well, they are not in school. Larry got sick and Sal is out of town with his dad." Ashley and Heather started walking through hallway who was full with kids walking around since it was raining outside soo its kinda crowded.

"What about that ginger boy with glasses?" Heather asked ash she put her hands in pocket of her leather jacket that was just fee centimeters above her knees.

The jacket was hiding her naked arms so teachers could think that she is wearing a tight dark red shirt with some black lines as a details all over it and not an actual tank top. With the outfit she was also wearing black flared jeans with few small chains with a black belt that had some small silver details, and boots on a small heel.

"That's Todd and he is also out of town, he is on school compitation." Ash said. Heather nodded "Thats nice..." There was an awkward silence for a second.

"Uhm like your make up." Ashley broke the awkward silence with a compliment on Heather's make up. It was her classic make up.

Black eye make up with dark red colour on her lips. Heather formed a small smile "Thanks, i like your eyeliner its pretty cute." Heather complimented Ashley. Ash was around 165 while Heather was around 170 soo Ashley had to look up at Heather.

"Thank youu! But i really wish i can do it like you, it looks like its done by a professional." Heather giggled at Ashley's words. They both entered in full crowded and loud cafeteria.

"Wow. Rain really got everyone inside." Ashley said. "Yea...let's go get some food before it's gone." Heather lightly pushed Ashley's arm. Ashley nodded and quickly went with Heather for food.

After they managed to get through the crowd two girls finally found an empty table where they sat down with their lunch. "Soo i don't see you around cafeteria for breaks, are you usually outside?"

Ash asked. "Yea, with Jennifer and Werner." Heather answered and started eating. "Omg Jenn and Werner! Y'all still hang out?' Ashley got a little surprised since she didn't saw her old friends in a pretty long time.

"Yea we do, we have lot of classes together this year." Heather said fixing her curled up bangs because they got in her eyes little bit. "That's amazing, i only got literature with Sal and physics with Larry." Ashley sighed.

"Wait just to make sure Sal is that blue haired boy with that weird mask and Larry is that tall boy with sanity falls shirt, does he listen to metal right?" Heather asked, she has beed curious about them for a really long time. About Larry since she noticed that he was wearing sanity falls shirt and about Sal when he got first time here at start of the year.

It wasn't really hard to notice Sal since he was standing out from others by his mask. "Uhm yea Sal's mask is a prosthetic" Ashley whispered a little bit when said prosthetic "And yes Larry does listen to metal how did u guess?" Ash formed a smile on her face which made Heather smile.

"I didn't guess, i recognised the shirt he wears, i also listen to them." Heather said while opening an energy drink.

"I didn't know you listen to metal like Larry?" Ashley asked taking the first bite of her fries. A sparkling sound that came from a energy drink has disappeared the moment the can connected with Heathers mouth.

"You totally should meet Larry, he would be so happy to hear that theres someone else who listens to his favourite band. Can I?" Ashley chuckled and pointed towards Heather's drink.

Heather was chewing her food so she noded and pushed the drink towards Ashley. "Mm that would be cool." Heather swallowed food "It's kinda rare to find someone who has similar interest here." She said as she lightly wiped her mouth with her hand not to ruin her lipstick.

"Then why don't we hang out after school? I mean i noticed Jenn and Werner are nowhere around. Where are they?" Ashley asked as she took a sip of a drink. "Werner is on a basketball competition and Jenn probably overslept" Heather said. "Well that means you are free after school right?" Ashley smiled and leaned closer towards Heather. "

I guess im free." Heather said wiping her hands from her jeans. "Great! We can go to my place and on the way stop by Addison's to check if Sal came back. And Larry asked me to get him a bag of chip so you can meet him if you want."

Ashley said with a big smile pretty excited that she can spend some time with her childhood friend after long time. Heather smiled on Ashley's excitement

"Only if we skip next class." Heather said making Ash keep the smile that looked forced now. "Do we really have to? Literature is not that hard you know...." Ashley said making an eye contact with Heather.

"Yes, I didn't do my homework" Heather said keeping a smile on her face. "Sometimes i wonder how are you a great student" Ashley said. "I have my ways." Heather winked at Ash as they both got up from the table.

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Some time later after all classes finally ended school's yard was full with kids talking and walking away from the prison- i mean school. One of those kids were Ashley and Heather. They were sharing their small stories as they were walking on the road towards the Addison's apartments with their backpacks on. After some 10 minutes of walk Ashley and Heather were standing Infront of the tall building that was pretty known as "Addison's apartments" in the Nockfell.

"Soo these are "Addison's apartments"." Heather said looking at the building. "Yea, let's hurry up i really wanna introduce you guys to eachother!" Ashley said.

She grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her inside. Once they got inside they saw a man with baby blue hair and beard, probably between his 40's-50's going towards the building door.

"Good evening Mr.Fisher." Ashley greeted the man. "Good evening Ashley. If you are searching for Sal he is with Larry in basement like usual." Man said with a smile.

"Oh alright, thanks Mr.Fisher, have a nice day!" Ashley said. The man said the same thing to Ash and left the building. Ashley continued to drag Heather through the hall and downstairs to the basement.

//Heather's POV//

When we got down in a huge ass basement Ashley finally stopped dragging me and let go of my hand. First thing i noticed was a cool vending machine on the left side. "Heather, over here!" Ash yelled. I turned my head on the right side towards Ashley who was holding a doorknob of one door.

I quickly walked towards her as she twisted the doorknob and opened the door revealing a huge ass apartment. The apartment was simple and classic. Yellow walls green carpet nothing special. I was following Ashley towards one door that had an "KEEP OUT" poster on it. She quickly knocked than opened a door.

"Helloo boyss" Ashley said entering the room. "Hi Ash!" "Heyyy." The boys said. "I brought someone for you to meet." As Ashley said she moved from the door allowing me ro slowly stepped in the room that was covered in bunch of poster of bands and some movies familiar to me. I quickly looked around the room and noticed that it was kinda messy.

There were bunch of paint brushes on the floor and bunch of clothes un the corner of a room. And there was a blue haired boy with a mask known as Sally Face. He was standing next to bed with few paint brushes is his hands, it looks like he was cleaning.

On the bed there was a tall boy with hair tied up in a bun sitting at the edge of the bed. He was wearing shorts and basic white tank top. I noticed his cheeks and nose were red clearly showing that he is suffering in his sickness.

"Hey" i awkwardly said and waved. "Sal, Larry this is my old friend Heather. I mentioned her few times we have biology and literature together. Heather i think you know them." Ashley introduced me to them. "Hello Heather, it's nice to meet you." Said Sal as he was placing paint brushes in a drawer that had a mirror on it.

"Ugh..What's up dude" Larry said holding his head in his hands down. He didn't even looked up at me. "Larry just drink those pills." Sally said looking at him.

"But they taste horrible." Larry said still keeping his head down. "You have to or your head will keep hurting." Sal said. Larry threw himself on the bed facing his beed sheets as Sal walked towards me and Ash.

"Sorry about him, he acts like this when he is sick but he is cool." Sal said looking at me. His eyes were blue and it was weird because i couldn't really say what emotion he had.

"It's alright i understand. Being sick is the worst but atleast you get to skip school." I said. My attention was caught by a big canvas near table that had a mirror on it.

The canvas was leaning on the table and had painting of a face with green eyes and black background on it. "Wow, did Larry draw this?" I pointed towards the drawing.

"Oh yes he did, he is basically a genius for art just like Ashley." Sal said looking at the paint and back at me. "Thanks Sal but Larry is more skilled in painting, im more into sketching." Ashley chuckled.

"You are still amazing Ash" Sal said looking up at Ashley. He was shorter than both of us which made him look more childlike with his pigtails."True." I looked at Ashley than at Larry laying on his bed. His messy bun was almost to fall out, his legs were out of the bed, his head was still buried in the bed.

"Well Heather and I need to go to my place. I will help her with literature and chill. I was excited to meet Heather and Larry, you know Heather also listens to Sanity Falls." Ash said.

"No way really?" Sal looked at me. "Yea i think they are awesome." I said with a smile. "They are! Larry would like you, you look cool and listen to Sanity Falls, but unfortunately he is not in good state right now." We all looked at messy Larry who was basically snoring.

"I noticed that, poor him. I hope he gets well soon." I said. "We all hope. It's literally impossible to make him drink medicine." Sal said with a small chuckle. "We have to go now Sal, see you tomorrow." Ash said. "Byee Ash, Heather" Sal said "Byee" Ash and i both said.

After Ashley closed the door we started talking about them. "Soo what do you think about them?" Ash asked me as we were going upstairs. "Sal is fine, he is very nice unlike other boys. And about Larry.... there's nothing i can say expect that he is not okay." I said.

"Oh yea sorry about that, i knew he was sick but not that much. Dont worry tho i will definitely introduce you two when he gets better." Ashley chuckled.

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Sooo like ik this chapter might look boring but dw this story will get more interesting 🥀

[workingbynyx]

Could you write some Loki x reader crack? Could be based off this incorrect quote idk lol

Y/N: Bro-

Loki: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Loki: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

"I Beg Your Biggest Pardon?" — Loki x GN!Reader Oneshot

↷ summary — you've just finished a heated session with the God of Mischief (or stories...👀) himself, and you're calling him what now? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — loki x gn!readerˎˊ˗

↷ genre — crack, oneshot (based off of given prompt!) ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — none! ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — omg i love this, i feel like s1!loki or ragnarok loki would most definitely react like this so what i'm gonna be doing is basing him off of those in this fic hihihi and can we just talk about loki in this gif i found ?!@?#* (also i am absolutely so sorry if this fic is shorter than some of my works! T_T) ˎˊ˗

"No bro listen–" loki's head snapped towards you, "I...i beg your pardon?" he interrupted in whatever you were arguing about for the past 10 minutes. he didn't seem to remember what it was about not when you just called him...'bro'. "what? I'm just saying I've been living in the compound for years and tony nor bruce can't build me one of those restaurant robots but willingly build another armored suit? That's unfair y'know!" you protested. "my love, as much as i truly understand your frustrations. i wish to know what did you just call me?" loki's eyes studied yours, it wasn't hard to avoid his deep gaze— the two of you were basically tangled up against each other on your couch.

"called you what?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "just mere seconds ago, you called me something i didn't quite catch" loki's mischievous nature came into play as he began to lean closer, his eyes slightly squinting the more you seem to play innocent. "...oh" your knitted brows softened at the realization. "darling, my tongue was down your throat moments ago and now you're calling me..bro?" the corners of his lips slowly curled into a smirk. "i was talking fast my love— force of habit!" you exclaimed.

"very well, perhaps i should have you remember who i am to you then?" his eyes drop down to your lips to which you smacked his arm for. "you dirty little man" says you. "i'm a God" he continues. "whatever" you added with a laugh. "fine, but it is well established i'm more than a 'bro' aren't i?" loki suddenly asked, obviously taunting you. "okay okay i admit to my mistake, can we drop it now?" you playfully frowned, earning a chuckle from him. "as you wish, my love"

[intramoon]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

I want to wish everyone a holiday full of peace, love, and rejuvenation.

The last time I posted I mentioned deleting this account, I decided it was best to take a month away to figure out what I wanted to do. My sister was actually the one to convince me to get back in touch with why I originally joined Simblr and to keep going with my art. I had a story I wanted to tell, and I want to get back to telling it.

I wiped most of what was on this account, I want a clean-ish slate. Eventually, I'll un-private old story posts after I reorganize them. All my downloads are private but the links are still active. Eventually, I'll make a download page as well. No more intravertt.

I created a queue that will start tomorrow! It'll last a couple weeks into the Jan.

I made @intrasun, an account to post behind-the-scenes things (it is also queued into Jan.). In 2025 I don't want to contribute to the gatekeeping-ness you sometimes see on Simblr. I'm sharing all my resources, mostly editing, over there and sharing progress with Brutally Soft, some lore, etc.

I completely redid my blog and pages, if you want to check it out!

I look forward to sharing my writing and art again, how I imagined it!

To a new year full of creativity and passion!

[thicknick19]

ThickNick's Masterlist

Matt Series

🩸 Tell No One (Dark Romance, Ongoing)

Part One - Welcome Package Part Two - Eyes On You Part Three - They're Watching Part Four - Don't Let Them Take Me Part Five - Show Me Your Face Part Six - Unauthorized Part Seven - Close Enough to Burn

One Shots

Let Me Be The Quiet

Headcanons

BF!Matt DarkRomance!Matt

Chris

One Shots

All is Fair in Love and Trivia Through the Lens Well, I Made Dinner

Sick Day

HeadCanons

BF!Chris

Other

Sturniolo Triplets As Scents

The Triplet's Cute Habits

[rosietrace]

“Midnight Waltz”

| Malleus Draconia + Victoria Shard | 🐉 + 🪞 |

✎ᝰ. synopsis : Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

✎ᝰ. content warnings : takes place post-glorious masquerade, Victoria's dress description is inaccurate to the event color scheme due to this being written pre-redesign, potentially ooc

✎ᝰ. genre : romance, canon divergence, oc + canon character

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ) a/n : I have so many drafts in my docs its almost EMBARRASSING ☠️ so I saw that this was already finished among them and decided, “why the hell not?” and boom. I've finally posted it. Good for me ig [ dividers belong to the amazing @cafekitsune !!! ]

✎ᝰ. : reblogs > likes

“And just where do you think you're going?”

Whatever mood Victoria was in prior, it had immediately soured. Malleus Draconia came into view at the turn of her head.

“I'm leaving.” It was an answer, simple as that. It didn't warrant any other explanation; the festivities of Noble Bell had come to a close, and no matter the fireworks, the glimmering lights, and the enthusiasm of their schoolmates— none of it mattered.

It would all become a distant memory, one way or another. Maybe it would be something she could look back on with fondness.

Or maybe she'd forget a moment such as this. Just like so many others that came before it.

Her response made Malleus appear all the more displeased than usual. “Already?”

“It's past midnight, Draconia.”

“And I thought the festivities would finally get you to loosen up, Shard.”

“What point would there be in doing so?” So you could hold it over my head and mock me? She sure as hell wouldn't allow that.

“It's rare for you to not be so… yourself.”

Malleus didn't know how else to phrase it, it seemed. Even the sound of his voice bothered Victoria, almost as much as looking at him and his emeralds for eyes.

“... You're not in your masquerade garb,” Victoria acknowledged. Now all the prince wore was his Diasomnia uniform— complete with the boots and, in Victoria's humble opinion, equally ridiculous hat.

“Is that a problem?” he inquired. His stance militaristic, arms behind his back, head held high like any awaiting king would.

Oh, how Victoria yearned to knock him off that pompous throne. To be the one wearing the crown and staring him down, watching as he groveled.

Well, Victoria, you can't have everything, she told herself in mild disappointment.

It was already late into the night, and the bell at the top of the tower had ceased its ringing when Midnight struck. They shouldn't have been here, near each other, looking at each other.

Malleus spoke again, the bastard. “And what of you?” His hand lazily motioned to her. And for the slightest moment Victoria wished there was one more garment she could wear as a barrier between him and her.

She refused to let that show. “What of me?”

His eyebrow arched. “So late into the night, when everyone is tucked safely into their sleeping quarters…”

“And yet here you are: all dressed in white like a bride left at the altar.”

“Like you're any better,” Victoria shot back with a sneer. “You fancy an unchaperoned midnight stroll, Draconia?”

“The stars are of better company than the likes of you, dearest Shard.”

“How flattering.”

“I should hope so. It's probably the only genuine compliment you could ever get.”

Her eyes narrowed down into slits, her lips pressing together before she said, “Do not challenge my patience, Draconia.” Patience that was hanging by a very thin, very fragile thread.

But Malleus Draconia was a prince not so easily deterred. His eyes wandered. To the large stained glass windows at his right, the moon illuminating them in a strange yet no less stunning disposition of color.

His eyes focused back on her, raking over her from head to toe. How irritating that he remained with an obscured and masked face. Perhaps that was a blessing, Victoria wanted to convince herself.

“Would you care for a dance?”

The question came in a matter of seconds. Straight-laced, firm, not sounding even the least hesitant.

The hesitancy she expected radiated off of her, instead. He chuckled at the baffled expression on her face, his lips curving into the barest hint of a smile.

Naturally, Victoria wasn't quick to accept. She took a step back, one foot forward and the other backward, she folded her arms across her chest.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Then beg.”

“Don't play games with me, Draconia.”

“And what makes you think this is a game, Shard?”

“You don't have a reason to dance with me. Not willingly,” Victoria took another step, this time towards him. “Have you perhaps been spiked with some sort of hallucinating serum?”

Malleus scoffed. “Don't be daft…” yet he didn't say anything to what she'd said before that inquiry.

“Being daft is more in character for you,” Victoria said in a mockingly crooning tone, clasping her hands together and bringing them close to her cheeks, rocking slowly.

“You are crossing a line.”

“I've crossed many bridges, Draconia. All I've done after is watch them burn.”

“Do you only speak in metaphors?”

“Do you do nothing but annoy me for your entertainment?”

To which Malleus gritted out, “A dance is all I ask of you.” It seemed she'd done her job of tugging at his strings well enough.

Her lips curved. “And why do you think I'd agree to something like that?” They stared each other down, eyes blazing in intensity.

Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

Malleus guided her to a vacant music room. It seemed to be lacking in actual use, all the inhabiting instruments covered in dust and stained with a spider's intricate cobweb.

Victoria sent him a look. He knew she was wondering how he'd come to discover this room, but he was better off ignoring the silent question for now.

Bringing forth a self-conducted orchestra was as easy as flicking Malleus' wrist. The instruments burst with life, floating mid-air and playing a tune for them to dance to.

With a turn of his heel, Malleus went back to facing her. Victoria, dressed like some ghostly bride, iridescent in a dress so white it bordered on blue.

He bowed, even if it struck a chord in his pride to do so. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, wasn't it?

He heard her release a huff. He kept his eyes to the ground, hand still extended to brush against hers when she finally gave in and reciprocated.

The ends of Malleus' lips ticked upwards as he pulled her close, his free arm snaking around her waist.

Victoria already held a deep scowl in her eyes. It only seemed to deepen in intensity once he'd made that gesture clear to her. “Draconia…”

“And what is it now, Shard?” said Malleus, far too smug for the better of others, or his own.

“Don't act sly,” Victoria sneered, synchronizing with his movements. “You don't look good when you're sly.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “So when I'm not, I do?”

She didn't say anything about that comment. When he felt a sting of pain in his foot, he knew that she stomped on it with her heel.

Malleus was more surprised about the lack of a puncture wound than the pain itself. With how sharp her heels were, he half-expected his foot to start bleeding.

But did that stop Malleus Draconia, prince of the Briar Valley abyss, to move forward and engage in a waltz with her? No. No, it did not.

There was little surprise in the way their movements synchronized; Victoria made for both a formidable academic opponent, so Malleus felt little shock with her formidability on the dance floor.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” stated Malleus, giving Victoria a twirl. “When the celebrations came, I mean.”

“Tsk.” Victoria's footsteps were hard against the floorboards of the music room. “What, did you expect me to rejoice when the crimson blossoms wreaked havoc?”

“With the kind of woman you present yourself as, I would hardly be surprised if you feigned outrage.”

“I don't need to feign it when all I have to do is look at you.”

“How flattering.” Malleus' eyes rolled heavenward. Why should he bother at this point? No matter what he did, Victoria Shard would not take kindly to him being… well, himself.

He jolted, his face grimacing with a sudden hiss of his teeth. Shard…

He looked down at her, at her sapphire-like eyes and the smug look on her face that dared feign ignorance.

“Shard.” Malleus glowered.

Victoria huffed, and he could've sworn she was trying desperately hard not to laugh in his face. “What, Draconia? Already so tired from our dance to forfeit?”

If this were a challenge, Malleus made the immature decision of stepping up to the challenge.

This woman— Malleus thought with gritted teeth after each hard, deliberate stomp Victoria performed directly on to his feet. More likely than not, he'd lost count at how many times she'd done it.

Perhaps at some point, Zenith would give him some sort of petty participation award. Preferably titled, Endured being repeatedly stomped in the feet by Victoria Shard.

“In all my centuries of walking this land, never have I encountered a woman as egregious as you.”

“Then I find myself lucky.”

“You simply can't help but make my blood boil, can you?”

“Oh, Draconia.” Victoria batted her eyelashes with a croon.

“It's my favorite pastime.”

How crude of her. Malleus felt his pride get struck by some arrow. Be it an arrow from Orion, or one by Eros, he could not tell the difference.

He wanted, so badly, to put her in her place. To set his foot down and speak sternly, warning her not to be so bold in any future interactions between them.

But it was difficult. Difficult having to deal with a woman so high on her horse that she's arrogant enough to try and kick him off his; Difficult to constantly maintain order when it became very clear that it was the very thing she didn't want out of him.

Difficult to know that— no matter what he did— he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He dared stared longer than necessary; at her frame, the dress she wore, the choker around her neck, the color of her eyes.

Her lips.

Malleus came to an abrupt halt. In doing so, so did Victoria, as were the instruments that only played at his command.

Victoria nearly stumbled, but the arm around the small of her back kept its grasp secure to prevent her from truly falling, lest her pride be wounded even more after agreeing to this.

“Draconia?” She'd called out to him, with an arch of her brow and a honeyed edge to her voice that made him want to fall apart.

Malleus remained ever still, unsure of what to make of himself after thinking such accursed thoughts. He barely heard her.

“Draconia?” She could repeat his name a thousand times, for the rest of time, and the only thing it would ever do to him was make his heart melt because she was saying his name.

He wasn't staring at her. Not directly. Not at her eyes, or any of her accessories— but at her lips. His eyes locked on to them, his breath uneasily jagged.

A part of him wanted to let go. To give in. To finally reach out and indulge in something for his own sake, and not for the sake of his kingdom, no matter what consequences he may face in the long run.

But he didn't. Malleus was better than that— his pride was better than to stoop to the levels of some desperate loon.

Victoria grew restless, calling out to him once more. “Draconia, speak,” she demanded. “Say something, damn it. I don't care what you have to say, just say—”

A small yelp came out of her as Malleus pulled her closer, their noses brushing. Neither of the two tried to break the gazes they held— though in the case of Victoria, her eyes seemed wide in a manner that, to Malleus, appeared almost otherworldly.

The hand that intertwined with hers broke free of its own iron grip, soon making itself known by caressing her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips, but this time his gaze never wavered while looking into her eyes.

That familiar, gorgeous ocean-like pool that he'd drown in, for as long as time would allow him to.

Seldom were the visions that plagued his mind. He shan't bring himself to indulge himself. For the good of his people, of his kingdom.

Of himself.

“Save your voice for after our waltz, my sweet villain.”

“... What the hell am I looking at?”

Miren rubbed his eyes a good three times, blinking all the while and even going as far as pinching himself. Anything to try and prove to him that what he was looking at was a dream.

Turns out it wasn't.

There he was, Malleus Draconia — prince of Briar Valley, ruler of the abyss — dancing with Victoria Shard.

“Well this just got interesting,” uttered Rosemi, lightly shoving Miren to the side so she too could take a peek through the barley open doorway.

Miren's eyes narrowed. “Rosemi.”

“Miren.” Rosemi’s voice remained perfectly pleasant, a tight-lipped smile on her face as she maintained her focus on the incredulous sight before her and not the glutton beside her.

“Oho, how scandalous, Miss Shard…”

Miren grimaced. Maybe it was the weird mumbling on Rosemi's part that was getting to him, but a part of him felt… bewildered? Regret? Whatever it was, Malleus and Victoria dancing was the source of it all.

But the moment looked — and felt — intimate. Peaceful. A calm before a storm that Miren didn't know when it could strike.

Yet Miren was no stranger to the obvious look in Malleus' eyes. His lips pursed, unsure of what to think.

Perhaps it was best to keep his thoughts to himself.

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of Character appearances/mentions

Malleus Draconia

Victoria Shard — Me 😈

Zenith Devi — Also me 😈

Miren Lockhart — @authoruio

Rosemi Columbina — Also @/authoruio

@starry-night-rose | @jasdiary | @nem0-nee | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @geminiiviolets | @valse-a-mille-temps | @hallowed-delights / @terrovaniadorm | @twistedsongstressofstarz | @twsted-princess @mystery-skulls-ghost | @absolutelyobsessedkiya | @lueerhythm | @cecilebutcher

[cheshitora]

PSYCHO X KILLER

[ killing keisuke isn't an easy task, especially when he knows all your silly tricks. well, not all of them apparently. sometimes, it really does take just a little luck for you to finally succeed. ]

╋━━ ON THE AIR : BAJI X AFAB!READER

╋━━ WARNING : DARK CONTENT, AGED UP, MURDER, STRANGLING, ASPHYXIATION, DEATH, MENTION OF DEADLY CHEMICAL, IMMORTAL BAJI, SPANKING, FINGERING, ORGASM DENIAL (F), DACRYPHILIA, lmk if i missed anything

╋━━ FINAL CALL : heyyy. i liked the idea. so i had to write for valhalla trio too lol. they were supposed to be short drabbles but i yap too much lol. anyways enjoy

word count :: 1.3K - it was supposed to be a drabble lol

"you got me feelin' like a psycho.."

Don’t think you can try to fool Keisuke - you can’t. He may have passively allowed you to continue your little murder spree on him but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll let you have your way every time, if at all.

Your raven haired lover is keenly aware of any and all planned attacks and strategies you’ve thought you cleverly hid from him. Well, you were wrong. Because he didn’t fall for the old “open the door and get an ax to the face” trick. He certainly wasn't allowing himself to trip and fall back on a clearly visible gasoline puddle for you to set aflame. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to discern the bitter smell of almonds in his waffles, finding the powdered sugar sprinkled delicately on top to be laced with cyanide. Nice try, but he wasn’t eating those.

Instead, he invited your next door neighbor to come over and eat the nicely made breakfast. Your neighbor who had gotten too close to comfort with you, always stealing glances your way and making inappropriate comments about your physique and attire when he presumed Keisuke would be out of earshot.

Boy, was he wrong and it nearly brought tears of joy to Keisuke’s eyes as he watched the sleazy man choke from the burning chemical in his throat, his face contorting in agony as he face planted into the plate of breakfast in front of him. Another one bites the dust.

You would sigh a breath of exhaustion, coming to terms that your futile attempts at your husband’s life were child’s play and Keisuke found it almost adorable when your moxy began to diminish. You even resorted to just sprinting towards him with a large, steel kitchen knife, aiming for his covered heart when he easily gripped your wrist the second you were in close range.

“Really? You can do better than that,” he smirked, swiping the cleaver from your grip with a low chuckle.

Poor girl, he thought but he knew your tricks and you found it increasingly difficult to fool your honey eyed husband. It was almost funny how hard you tried to end his life, though he knew it would be nearly impossible - he was an immortal, after all. There was no actual chance of you sending him back to the underworld with which he assumedly originated from, until today.

On this night, with mere luck to your advantage, just as you were heading off to bed, you clasped a string of thick, wooly rope in your palms, silently trudging towards your husband’s backside as he sat facing away from, leaning against the backrest of your couch with a beer in hand.

And before he could react to your sudden presence behind him, you quickly wrapped the thick rope around his neck, bracing your foot against the couch as you pulled back with all your might, your raven haired husband thrashing about, desperately fingering the rope trapped against the skin of his neck.

Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead and chest - your husband was strong and holding him back with your own strength was proving to be a difficult task until you noticed the change in his color, his olive skin turning red from asphyxiation. Suddenly, the red shifted to a blue hue, a telltale sign of his life slipping from his body and then - he went limp.

You stared at him in horror, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as you made out the sight of your dead lover: bloodshot eyes, head leaned over the backrest of the couch, mouth agape, fingers still hooked under the rope, unbreathing, lifeless.

You stood there in utter shock, unwilling to take a step towards the man you called your husband. You knew it wouldn’t have been possible for him to actually kick the bucket but for a split second as his heart stopped, you feared the worst. Your hands reached out towards him before he unexpectedly inhaled a large gasp of air, jolting you out of your stupor, a shrill shriek escaping your lungs as Keisuke breathed heavily, tossing the length of rope aside as he rubbed his now bruised neck with his hands.

Your heart was beating erratically in your chest, feeling like you were on the verge of a heart attack as Keisuke shifted his attention towards you, knitting his brows in what seemingly looked like a mix of anger and admiration, perhaps even arousal. 

“Fuck, you actually did it,” he rasped out. This was the first time, and maybe even the only time, you’ve successfully murdered your husband, but now he was ready to take vengeance on you.

Now, Keisuke would never hurt you intentionally. Well, he would but only if it was meant to bring you pleasure and right now, he couldn’t think of a better way to praise and reprimand you than to lay you across his lap, hiking up the thin cotton of your small night dress, revealing your panty clad ass to his hungry eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he brought his rough, calloused hand down against your backside with a loud, thundering clap, making you squeal out in pain.

One slap. Two slaps. Three. Four. Five.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take, your eyes brimming with tears as your legs shook from the stinging pain on your plush ass, underwear soaked from your growing arousal.

“Tappin’ out already? I haven’t even gotten to ten yet,” he laughed, hooking his fingers under the elastic band of your panties, shimmying them down your hips, your cunt glistening with arousal.

“Dirty slut.” He spread your legs further apart, tracing the tip of his finger against your weeping slit, a small whimper seeping from your lips before he rammed two digits into your tight cunt, eliciting a loud, drawn out moan from your throat. 

Without any warning, Keisuke pistoned his fingers in and out of your fluttering walls, all the while his other hand continued to deliver blow after blow to your tender skin. You writhed on his lap, mewls and whimpers tumbling off your lips in place of actual words, your vision becoming blurry with a wall of tears.

God, you were so pretty when you cried, beautiful and he loved every spill of salty droplets that stained your reddened cheeks. It took every ounce of him not to pin you to the couch and plunge his hardening cock past your slick folds. But he needed to punish you first. He wanted to see how far he could push you until you were a crying, shivering mess. You weren’t about to kill him and get away so easily without facing the consequences and for Keisuke, he wasn’t about to not break a sweat teaching you a lesson.

His dick twitched in his pants as he saw more tears flooding your eyes, a sadistic grin tugging at the corners of his lips as the pace of his hand quickened, the sound of squelching filling the once quiet space that had been disturbed when you cleverly caught your raven haired husband by surprise.

He was past ten slaps but he wanted to see how much more you could take. He felt your walls tighten around his digits, a warning sign that you were close, just on the precipice of releasing until he pulled his fingers out, your tight hole clenching around nothing as you whined, desperate for him to fill you back up again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his spanking hand, pulling your head back as licked your sweet honey off his fingers.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “I don’t think you deserve to cum.”

You whined again, his hand gripping your hair harder, almost painful as he nibbled your earlobe. It was going to be a long night of punishment but a subtle smile etched across your face as he smacked your ass again, knowing the punishment was all too worth it.

Perhaps you should try to kill him again tomorrow. If you’re successful, you might just get punished again.

©ABOVE WORK BELONGS TO CHESHITORA. PLAGARISM AND STEALING WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS

[tommygunb4by]

TATE LANGDON - AMERICAN HORROR STORY , MURDER HOUSE.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ two boys (one to kiss your neck and one to bring you breakfast)

note: guys this wasnt supposed to be my first work here but it came to me the easiest 😔😔 song title is bike dream by rostum 😍this isnt like the meaning of the song tho dw

content: leo valdez x reader, jason x reader; dating hcs

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

loves affectionately and openly

he'll peck your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world, as if after he's had a taste of your touch, he can't go a second without it (he'd probably make out with you if you let him)

he follows you everywhere, even trying to go with you while you shower (he'll never go inside the actual shower unless you want to)

"leo, as much as i love you, no. not today at least!"

"i'll just sit on the toilet seat, i swear! and i can talk about all my cool inventions!"

(maybe you'll change your mind?)

has to have a hand on you at all times

even a pinky will do for him

he loves holding pinkies actually, he thinks its so cute

will make you pinky promise not to snitch on him when he blurts out a new prank idea in the works

loves overexaggerating gentlemanly acts?? for the sillies

like he'll bow down to a 90 degree angle and swoop an arm out while the other kisses your hand

opens the car door for you like an escort

"for you, milady!" and does a cheeky little wink as he bows

he loves it when you play along like a rich noble from the 1800s

showers you with the metal work he does

he'll make you cute little rings and necklaces if you like jewelry

or metal flowers that'll never wilt

or something more practical, like a switchblade if you like those

either wakes up at 5am or sleeps in until noon there is no in between

or maybe he stays up until 5am because one time you caught him slipping out of bed to finish up the gift he was making you

"leo? what are you doing up?" you rub your eyes sleepily as you catch him at his desk, the lamp you gifted him glowing dimly

he startles and shoves (gently) the scraps of metal you see behind his arm

he grins sheepishly and rests his hand on his fist, positioning himself so you wouldn't see what he was making

"uh.. nothing! just finishing something!" he doesn't lie per se, but he'd rather not tell you the whole truth just yet (he loves how your face lights up when he presents another gift to you)

being the half-asleep mess you are, you didn't notice much

"alright.. just go to sleep soon, okay?" you yawn and turn back around to head back to bed.

"will do!" he whisper-shouts after you and sighs to himself in relief once you leave. close call!

you find a warm blanket preventing you from getting up the next morning, which just happened to be leo, his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were a pillow

a few more hours of sleep can't hurt, right?

*ੈ JASON GRACE

he's a bit shy to love

doesn't really do pda, but he'll hold your hand lotsss

if you guys started dating but didn't announce it, no one would catch on until they see you and jason holding hands (that took a lot of courage on his end btw)

after that he was a bit more open about it

i feel like he's kind of awkward at first

he tried to sneak up behind you one time and hug you but you turned around too soon and accidentally rammed your head into his chin

he tried to play it off because he's too cool to be embarrassed (his face was bright red)

can and will pick you up

it all started when you guys were running from monsters but your leg was injured so you couldn't move that fast and he literally just swooped you up bridal style and RAN

ran like the wind, even (haha guys pls laugh)

literally sprinting even as he carries a whole person like you were nothing

you fell in love (again)

he found out you like it when he does that so he'll do it randomly

"so then i said-" you were cut off with a yelp as jason picked you up off the bed and carried you in his arms, swinging you gently with a smile on his face

you pause in your storytelling, blinking at him as you grow increasingly flustered

he merely nods at you, saying, "keep going, i'm listening."

OH MY GOODNESS

tried to do reps with you after but you kept laughing

acts of service is so him

when you complain about it being too hot, he'll send a cool breeze your way

if you ask him if he did that, he'll play dumb

it was sweltering outside, the summer heat even worse as the both of you hiked up a trail

"gods, it's so hot!" you complained, taking a long swig of your water

jason hummed his agreement, and shortly after you felt a weird breeze out of nowhere

you pause, eyeing the demigod in front of you

"jason?"

"yeah?"

"did you do that?" you prod at his back teasingly, the smile evident in your voice

"i have no idea what you're talking about."

[oletus-manors-log]

Hey! I just wanted to say I love your work and your recent Orpheus drabble was super good! I was wondering if you could do a short story about Orpheus confessing to the survivor!reader? (GN) I understand that short story’s might take longer then headcanons and dabbles, so please take as much time as you need! Thanks again 🫶

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Hello, and thank you so much for the compliment for my recent work on Orpheus! As for the confession, I believe I can make it work with the headcannons I have listed in the past.

I'm not too sure if there's anything else you'd like for me to add with the story, so I decided to make it happen in a... Special match. Although it can be a terrible place to confess... Well, sometimes it can work out in your favor. ”

Golden Hour

The match, needless to say, was a mess.

Orpheus couldn't tell whether he regretted having to come in because he's up against himself (or, really, what he sees himself as), or the fact that he's seeing the slow descent of the match after the first 60 second chair.

As he saw the raven bird chase after the enchantress and with the journalist on her second chair, he stuck to decoding in wedding hall. The pallets were thrown in advance by him, so it would make things easier.

Since the progress wasn't done before he arrived, he had done quick work on decoding it. Although, he didn't seem to notice when someone else joined him during the halfway mark of the cipher, one cipher actually done and Alice rescued off of it.

"Seems like you're struggling over there, aren't you?"

He flinched and looked over towards the speaker, noticing that it was Alice. Ah, she was patched up— good, that means that someone rescued her.

"Perhaps," he said idly, focusing his attention on the cipher machine before it malfunctioned and electrocuted him. "But it isn't like miss Dorval is struggling against him. She's been kiting for us and you're on your last legs after being chaired twice."

Alice shakes her head as she turned the knobs of the machine.

"I'll be fine. I'll just have to stay out of sight for the time being— it can't be that hard, can't it?"

... Hm, she only has one film left, he noted, sparing a glance at the camera. She will have to make sure he doesn't catch her— her mirages of me when I was younger is... Quite a feat. It could keep him distracted if such a miracle can happen.

[ Beware! The hunter has changed target! ]

The two looked up as a crow flies over to their cipher. Orpheus shoves Alice off of it so it would fly over to the novelist, sprinting like a madman to the pallet to vault and start running out.

"Keep decoding!"

He ran straight to the church, feeling smoke permeate the air as it swirled and manifested behind him. The sound of a deafening thud echoed as Nightmare, their hunter of the match, appeared behind him, causing him to falter if not for the reminder that he would be killed if he stayed standing.

"I did not expect for you to take it instead of miss DeRoss, Orpheus," spoke the nightmarish entity as it chased him, footsteps thundering as the novelist sprinted to the window to vault. "Why? Are you trying to relive the feeling of a good chase from the past?"

Truly, he fits the name and title for himself— Nightmare, the novelist thought bitterly. It's almost like he was "invited" to haunt the poor novelist even in (metaphorically, of course) death.

"I believe we both know why. I don't wish for her to die in this match after you targeted her."

"Hm? But why not? It's quite... Amusing, is it not?" He scoffed, his gaze focused on him as the novelist continued to keep distance, making sure to break out of line of sight from the latter so he can't focus on him. "For her to take your place after she was grown, after you went missing—"

"I don't want to be reminded of that incident."

"Oh, I know that. But you'd know better than for me to let it go, would you?"

Ah, he should have known. Why the hell would he let it go, hm?

Instead of replying, he went through a pallet— this time, passing by someone he didn't expect.

SLAM!

"Go!"

He felt the wind push him as he turned to see a certain survivor stunning the looming hunter, attire ragged despite wearing it for God knows how long. He could only whisper a "good luck" as he sprinted to the window, vaulting over it before running off.

The only thing he could hear from outside of the church was the aggravated yell of Nightmare, followed by daring taunts that he could recognize all too well.

... You never change, do you? Ever the daredevil, he thought with a chuckle, this time sprinting to another cipher to decode.

Despite the mishaps from before, Orpheus could see that it proceeded as smoothly as it possibly could, considering the bird had his sights on you and not the novelist. Unfortunately for Nightmare, you were one of the few that never saw danger as one to be feared.

In the survivor faction, you were a force to be reckoned with; someone with such a job that can spell trouble to those whose never heard of it.

Your occupation was of a trickster, one assigned like the Acrobat and the Weeping Clown if it weren't for your malicious streak. Reckoned by many hunters as a "hunter in a survivor's body", you were called by many as a horseman of chaos, bringing about destruction in your wake.

So far, only few had managed to keep you down, but even the novelist knew you would find a way to make them regret their misdeeds.

Truthfully. Orpheus feared you. Unlike him, you saw danger akin to a pet, and not once did he understood what makes you tick. But perhaps, much like your occupation, you live your life in constant terror.

The way your eyes gleam as you evade Nightmare's attacks was one of such cases, and he couldn't help but fathom on how you look so... Alive.

... So free.

Alas, it had been the last cipher and he had it primed. Nightmare had already chaired you once, but by some miracle, Alice had got you out of the chair and you were kiting the man like your life depended on it. And, well, it did— you were keeping Alice from being chaired the third time as both of you were injured.

But it didn't last long when he saw the crow fly over to his cipher, and he could hear the ping from you and Alice that he's switching targets.

Back to me, I suppose.

Pulling away from the cipher, he pinged that it was primed and started sprinting, hearing the wind pull itself and manifest the living terror in his waking life. To him, he saw the man as one of monstrosity, whereas most cannot see it that way. It terrified him that only a few, such as him, can see the raven for what he is.

Swiftly getting hit with the sharp tip, he stumbled from the window he was about to vault, causing yet another deep gash to form on his back. He gritted in pain as he felt blood seep through and taint his white coat, coating it in crimson.

—And then, the two could hear the deafening pop.

Thus, the sirens follow, and mark the 'endgame' of their match.

With the sudden boost of adrenaline, he sped off, his legs screaming as he heard Nightmare's ghoulish calls. Still, he paid no heed as he looked back, constantly pinging the rest of his team of Nightmare's ventures.

Detention... A trait that no man or monster understood. Miss Nightingale briefed everyone on it when they first came here, and he still recall what she told to their group.

Detention is a trait that every hunter possesses— a trait that, when activated, causes the hunter to give into the carnal desires to kill any survivor in its wake.

No one understood how to counter it. If anything, all they can do was run. Run until they were sure that it was safe.

For those who do not will be slaughtered in its wake.

Reaching the open gates, he could hear your calls as you yelled for him to get out— that you would cover for him.

His eyes widened at this. At the state of Nightmare and with Detention of all things, the last thing he'd want is for you to be slaughtered instead of him.

He cannot have that. He won't have that. Over his dead corpse.

"No!" he yelled, yanking your wrist when you went back to bodyblock for him, pulling you forward with such strength that many do not think he would have the capability to posses. "Go! Get out, now!"

With one last curse to have Nightmare go through such pain, you and the others got out, leaving the deserted church and the cries of Nightmare in the wake of a survivor's win.

After the stressful match, he had to go to Emily as he was still injured from Nightmare. Despite the adrenaline for when the last cipher was popped, he felt the fatigue crash on him hard after they had left, and he didn't want to deal with Emily getting (justifiably) upset at his own recklessness.

Although, there was another reason on why he had to go to Emily. It was for something else... Something that he wanted to speak to her about. Alone.

"... I see," Emily murmured, currently patching up Orpheus's back with a few stitches. Checking for other injuries, she sighed, facing the novelist with a knowing look in her eye.

"I don't wish to undermine your efforts, Orpheus, but they're... Well, they live up to their occupation. Are you sure you'd want to look for them? Even I'm not sure on where they have went off to this time."

Orpheus chuckled, giving her a smile as he answered, "I'm sure. I believe I know my limits, miss Dyer. After all, I have dealt with them the longest, have I not?"

You were... A mystery to him. Something that needed to be solved. Despite how long you and him were, in the lack of terms, friends... He never really knew the answer for his question since he's known you.

Just what it is that makes you so interesting to him?

"I suppose you'd be right on that," Emily replied, shaking her head as she wrapped the bandages around his waist. "Well, I believe they went to Moonlit River Park. I tried to ask why, but all they said was that they have a show to prepare and didn't want to be late."

Tying it off right afterwards, she dug through her pockets and handed Orpheus a note. The paper was yellow and worn, but he could recognize the handwriting peeking out... Couple with a few scribbles. You were always fond of drawing in your notes, he noticed.

"Here," she said, smiling exasperatedly. "They also wanted me to give you this. Now, don't strain yourself too much, okay?"

With a nod, the brunette took the note and bid his goodbyes to the doctor, leaving the clinic. He walked down the hall, opening the note that she gave him to see what you wrote for him.

In the note, it reads...

Hello, hello, mister novelist! Surprised to get a note from yours truly, are you? ☆

Now, now... I know you must be wondering where I went! And you know me well by now, Orpheus— I am not one to give such a straight answer. Why, if I am, I'd certainly lose the title of being a 'trickster', wouldn't I?

Anyway, I'd like to play a... Game with you. How does hide and seek sound? It'd be like those we play in matches. Ah, but with less killing, of course.

I want you to find me. The doctor already told me where I am, so I implore you, Orpheus—

"—find me, and find the piece I seek."

... A peculiar note indeed.

Now, he was no detective. Unlike Alice, he never dabbled quite well into detective work; he used to do that if he needed first hand experience on writing a thriller book. However, with the manor hosting various events that does consist of solving mysteries...

Well. He cannot say that he didn't have experience on dealing with them in his downtime.

Checking the back of the note, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the note. From an unobservant eye, they'd chalk it off as something normal. But to him, he knew you enough to have something hidden in an ordinary object.

Raising up the note against the light, he hummed at the sight, reading the note more clearly.

Big tent.

...

How cheeky.

Rolling his eyes out of amusement, he lowered the note and trudged on to Moonlit River Park. This time... He has a date, and he isn't going to be late.

Arriving at the big tent of Moonlit River Park, he can see the sight of the thrown pallets around and some abandoned attractions on stage. The basement was sealed, so he assumed that it would be open on the two story building.

What was it? Hullabaloo? He should to check the name again when he sees it.

Walking on the stairs of the stage, he inspected the entire tent, noticing the sight of a note plastered on the wall. It was the same as the letter he retrieved from Emily, so he had no hesitation to take it.

Checking the front of the note, he red through what you wrote this time.

If you found this note, then I was right to put my faith in you, Orpheus. You know my tricks enough to figure out where my note was lying about, huh? Maybe I should up the ante of this game of ours...

Haha! I'm kidding, of course. Why would I? It'd be terrible if your 2nd hint is in a place you can't find so easily.

Anyway, to find where it is, the answer is what you're reading. If you're confused or, mayhaps, lost... Read it again. You'll see what I mean.

... See? What in the world...

His brows furrowed as he red through the note again. There was something in those words, and if he can take your statement for what it is...

...

Rereading through it again, he can see a pattern. From your writing, it was hard to tell, but there were letters that are emphasized more than others.

... I'm at 2nd stop. Hah, how cheeky of you.

Tucking the note away, he left the stage and raised one of the flaps, running out of it. The faint chime of the circus music echoed around the map, haunting yet nostalgic for those that have witnessed its glory. For Orpheus, though, that brought some... Awful memories of his losses there.

... Ah, he can't be reminiscing now. He needn't remember what happened in one of his visits here.

Reaching the other side of the large map, he could see a bird perched up on the rails, perking up to see the novelist arriving by the stairs. With a chirp, the blue bird flew to him, its claws carrying another letter.

Whispering a 'thanks' to the bird, he watched it fly off before opening the third letter in his hands.

Moonlit River Park is a beautiful place, isn't it? Regardless of what many may think, the circus holds a special place in my heart. Such a shame that the tragedy has ruined it for what it's worth...

... Such is beauty, I suppose. The manor holds such unique yet curious people, just like you.

Where am I going with this? Hm, good question. I wish I have the answer to that, but I'm not sure if I have one. After all, I lack the voice to speak of such a thing, or to answer your inquiries.

Now, if you wish to look for where I really am, you'd know where to find me this time.

Why, I can see you now, little novelist. Look over to your left.

Look ove—

"Boo."

Orpheus could feel his heart give out for a moment, his head whipping to see you peering over him with a cheeky grin. Seeing the look of fear in his face, you couldn't help but laugh, your voice ringing in the air of the abandoned park.

"Ahaha! You should've seen the look on your face, Orphy," you said, amusement ringing in your voice. Jabbing him lightly, you snickered, "Perhaps I should subject you more to such simple mysteries. I'm surprised you manage to get through them!"

Orpheus scoffed. Despite your streak, he swore that you were but a child to someone like him.

"Hmph, and you should know that I have a weak heart. Not everyone can keep a straight face when they're snuck up from behind."

"Yes, yes," you drawled, patting his shoulder. "I suppose that's true. I'll spare you the... Worse I can bring, then."

... Just for me? How kind, he thought, but he didn't voice that out to you in fear of being seen as ungrateful.

"That aside, do you need me for something, [Name]?" he asked, finally facing you, raising an eyebrow at your demeanor. "Forgive me for saying this, but you never reach out to me first other than to cause mischief."

"Oh! Right, about that..."

You paused, your head turning slightly to the side. With a sheepish laugh, you continued, "I just... Wanted to bring you here. I remember you telling me that you never got to see the park when it wasn't used for matches— well, not without Memory, but that's understandable— so-"

Ah... So that's why.

...

Despite your behavior, you have a kind heart.

That is one thing he cannot deny that he liked about you. You may have a sadistic streak, but your kindness will always shine through it.

"... And I thought of getting Antonio as well, because he was planning to perform, and—"

"[Name]," he said, cutting you off. You perked up at him, humming to let him know you were listening. Orpheus couldn't help but let a chuckle slip, giving you a smile that was different from his usual poker face.

This one was more of sincerity— an emotion rarely seen of the novelist.

"Thank you," he continued, his eyes closing for a bit as he let out a soft laugh. "But please, you don't need to do this much for me. If anything, just being here with you is enough."

Before he can stop himself, he reached out to grab your hand, fingers interlocking with yours.

"... If I'm being honest, I am not a man seeking of such lavish and desire simplicity. However, since meeting you, you showed me just how adding a bit of uniqueness and extravagance can make things more memorable."

He could see your eyes widen at his confession, but he continued, as if he didn't wish to stop.

"Truly, I must blame you for claiming my heart as your own— you do it so effortlessly, it feels more like you've know how to weave me into your tales. However, as unfortunate for some, I don't think I'll be able to blame you for stealing it."

Tightening his grip, he reached out and grasped your cheek— watching as you relaxed on his hold.

"Not when I'm about to do a crime of my own, little trickster."

Under the guise of the sundown, the rays begin to emit such a glow that can make things more enchanting to the observant eye.

And a kiss was sealed, the untold confession of the novelist marked in the midst of golden hour.

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