#*cheesy sounds of a woman screaming*

[your-local-grinning-cat]

AR Speaks OOC

Update!

And so the bathroom renos begin! 😱

…or rather it’s been going on since 7 this morning but ya know what I mean 😂

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Will Your FS Admire Most About You?

⚤ “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, disregard any pronouns that do not apply to you.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✠ Pile One ✠ (King of Cups,Page of Cups,The World,7)

✧ Cards went wiillldddd. You stir up so much emotion in this person, it’s crazy. Your heart chakra is front and center here. You are picture-perfect harmony and universal love to your spouse. Your love can’t be contained, you love them, your friends, your favorite mug, worms out in the rain, strangers, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.

✧ All I see is a wide-ass smile, the biggest, wateriest eyes, and full cheeks. Your spouse thinks you’re sunshine-incarnated.

✧ This will sound corny, but your heart and love for the world and all its diversity make you appear angelic; God’s gift to humanity. The emotional depth you have is nothing shy of divine. Your ability to understand and reconnect your person with their inner dreamer makes you irreplaceable in their eyes. 

✧ I feel like your future spouse had to navigate around a lot of emotionally stunted people who left scars that prevented them from forming healthy relationships. Your empathy and desire to make space for peace and unity in this world give them hope that true love is alive and they are the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call an angel, theirs.

✧ I smell salt and hear waves. (I bet you’re tired of the cheesy poetry but HEY, me and your boo are OBSESSED with your energy) You truly are as beautiful and powerful as the seven seas.

✧ You know the Ouroboros, and how it's sometimes depicted as a snake wrapped around the oceans, holding onto its tail to keep the world together? Yea, that. To your future partner, you hold the key to their world. You add so much color and vibrancy. You turn over their inner ocean and awaken so much repressed child-like wonder within them.

✧ Wow. Your spouse loves the depths of you.

✧ Check for water placements, signs, and houses, in your natal chart. Some of you have insane intuition and have clairsenses. Clairaudience to be specific.

✧ Some of you are active in charities or aspire to make a difference in society. Maybe you’re into esoteric practices or anything else metaphysical.

✧ I even have a few philosophers here. Okay, KANT! (somebody please get this joke)

She Excites the Seven Seas

✠ Pile Two ✠ (Ace of Pentacles,8oW,The Emperor rev., “I Want”)

I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me

✧ Of course, you don’t have to be a woman but that TikTok sound SCREAMED at me. Your future spouse is lowkey intimidated by you and they love it.

✧ You have big dreams. Big plans. But most importantly, a million and one ways to get you where you need to be. Your ability to say “I want this,” and then actually go out and GET it?? Your spouse is like the meme that goes “I’m a little scared, but I’m turned on.”

✧ I also see that you’re unconventional. If people have been doing whatever you want to do a certain way for years, you'll find ways to do it differently, just cause. You’re a true trailblazer. Your self-conviction is so damn alluring. Even for the people who struggle with insecurity sometimes, once you get over that hump and decide that you desire something, you fucking get it. Your partner sees you like magic. They are impressed by just how quickly your desires are set in motion for you. They feel that you are powerful and bring a great deal of power to them from just being in your proximity.

✧ You are also the “I don’t take shit from nobody” type. Not from strangers, not from your friends, your family, not even from your partner. In their eyes, you know your worth and have a strong self-foundation that nobody can tear down. There is genuine admiration and respect here. I even get the “I want to be like you when I grow up” mentality.

✧ There is a speediness to you they find very attractive. Either the way you behave, speak, or just stress about time, your pacing holds a special place in their heart. (or maybe, despite all of your responsibilities, you manage to find stillness in the chaos and slow down when necessary)

✧ The way you speak drives this person wild. It's like your voice narrates their thoughts and is the source of all of their arousal. Do with that information what you will...(don't be cruel, you make this person so nervous).

✧ I shuffled through a playlist and E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!! by Corpse came on and one of the lyrics goes,

She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eye Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh. Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise

✧ Yea, you put the fear of God into this person, but in a good way! Your presence can be chilling sometimes. Fire energy for sure. There are definitely people here from pile 2 of my first pac, “What are your most alluring qualities?”, check that out if you want to.

✧ Okay, this energy has me needing to take a LAP, bye.

"Man, I Think This Girl Tryna Plan My Demise"

✠ Pile Three ✠ (10oW, 9oW)(no other cards wanted to come out, real stubborn)

✧ Okay so, this feels specific?... and maybe even a lil off topic but I feel called to say this

✧ I sense that you and your person are psychically connected and share the mutual feeling that the two of you are meant to cross paths. The both of you have gotten your fair share of fuckery in this lifetime and this union feels like divine justice.

✧ This sounds a little fucked up, but you guys flourish amid trauma. Dark energy alchmaziers. You best wield your potential while you’re going THROUGH it.

✧ You had to “die” and bury yourself a dozen times to get where you are today.

✧ You are a very evolved individual. Throughout your life, traumatic events and relationships have forced you to bear a lot of weight on your back and it’s like the pressure has forged you into a diamond. With each curveball life threw at you, you stood tall and pushed to make something of yourself, proving your worth after a lifetime of strife and instability.

✧ Scorpio/Capricorn and 8th house/10th house placements. (check midpoints).

✧ A lot of you have tense shoulders, upper back, shoulder, and neck pain from the unease and anxiety your body carries. You have insomnia and may even struggle with nightmares.

✧ This person you’re coming into union with is so healing.

✧ This is something the both of you broke down and prayed for on your darkest days. This is a true partner, the soul that kept yours warm when the world was so cold. You had to put your dreamier side on the back burner to survive. This person will make you feel safe to dream again.

✧ I don’t have anything specific to say because you and your person feel so secretive  You two recognize each other’s pain and are the only people you guys trust. Like not even lil ol’ me can really get through to y'all. Y’all ride AND die for each other, in this life and the next.

✧ If you’re into astrology and already have a feel for who this person is, check your guys’ composite chart. Strong Scorpio energy here.

✧ Coming into union with this person will feel like a wish fulfillment.

✧ (short pile, it felt like a quick message for those of you who feel this connection telepathically. This is probably a secondary choice.)

"I Want To Caress The Piece of Me Within You"

✠ Pile Four ✠ (Queen of Wands, 9oP rev., 7oP, 4oP rev., the high priestess, queen of cups, “I will”)

✧ You’re a bad bitch, truly. Your fs isn’t calling you a bitch, buuuttttt she a baddie, she know she a ten! She a baddie with her baddie…. wait a minute…

✧ You may not have a lot of friends? You keep your circle tight-knit because you have been deeply hurt in the past and you guard your peace fiercely. For some of you, your home life was quite tumultuous and you struggle with financial security and inner happiness. It seemed like the world did not want you to feel good about yourself or succeed.

✧ Do you know that viral display of a deer’s ribcage with a spear through it, and how even though an attempt was made on the deer’s life, he managed to survive and lived for years after that event; all while still growing bone marrow with a giant fucking spear through its ribcage?

✧ “A close encounter with a hunter left the deer with several broken ribs and part of an arrow embedded in its body. Remarkably, the animal survived, and bone grew around the shaft and arrowhead lodged in the creature's side."

✧ "The deer lived with the arrow inside its body until years later, when another hunter killed the animal, cut the deer open, and discovered its amazing secret…As the tough tissue formed over the arrow, it acted as a splint for the damaged rib cage, strengthening the deer's injured body.”

✧ I highlighted some words that needed emphasizing. That’s how your partner sees you. They are in complete awe of the resilience and sheer tenacity you hold. They look at you and can’t believe the person before their eyes. The troubling history you usually try to hide from your romantic partners is exactly what allures this person. 

✧ You won’t ever lay on your belly and cry about life passing you by. You aren’t the type to victimize yourself and “woe is me” your way out of self-improvement.

✧ You are quite ambitious and aim to push forward, even if the odds are stacked against you.

✧ I get the message that some people in this pile have struggled with self-harm over the years. Your partner wants to kneel down and kiss your scars like a white knight, and vow to protect you emotionally and physically for as long as you’ll have them.

✧ The spear-deer imagery is so interesting. The deer represents virality. It is a symbol of piety, gentleness, devotion, and fertility. Especially with the queen of wands, the high priestess, AND the queen of cups, you provide profound love, passion, and insight to this person. However, even as a deer, you are quite badass???

✧ You are as gentle as a strand of hair but as strong as wool. Dainty but unbreakable.

✧ They have no desire to infantilize you because they know you are already your own greatest warrior. But they don’t want you to feel that you have to fight alone. Whatever burdens are on your plate, they take away as much as possible because they want to be a piece of the paradise you fight for.

✧ This is meant to be a short pac, a Tumblr post won’t do the unbelievable strength in your character much justice. Just know that your fs is so fucking in love with you and wants to spend their life by your side because of just how awe-struck they are by you.

✧ I mean c’mon… will YOU ever forget the story of the coolest fucking deer in existence??

"I Yearn To Be the Name You Call Out in Victory"

[maneskinwh0re]

ghostface!sevika x feminine!reader 👻

impulse fic for arctober 29th {sevika day}

men/minors dni, nsfw 18+

middle pic art creds to @ guccipussay 🖤

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cw: dom!sevika, sub!reader, fem!reader, a man…(reader has a bf but dw he don’t last long :3), blood, gore, violence, cheesy horror movie clichés, implied murders, mask k!nk, choking, kn!fe play, wlw smut!

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♱ halloween night — you sit next your boyfriend, cuddled up on the couch with your legs draped over his lap. his eyes linger up and down the black lingerie dress that hugs your curves, while your own eyes are focused on the horror movie playing on the tv.

♱ saw. a great franchise and the original being one of your all time favorites. as you watch, with every jump scare, your boyfriend grabs at your waist or tickles you, which is usually followed by you screaming and then playfully hitting his arm or chest.

♱ you want to like him. you do like him, but he gets on your nerves. yeah — you often go on errand trips and gym sessions with him and yeah — while you’re there, he occasionally flirts with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. but spending your favorite holiday with him is a must. after all, what could go wrong with a simple horror movie marathon? everything is perfect, yet the night is still young.

♱ the city has been getting more and more dangerous recently, and as the clock nears midnight, all the kids must’ve gone home. the neighborhood is quiet with the exception of owls and chirping crickets.

♱ suddenly, the movie is interrupted by your phone ringing — a call from an unknown number.

♱ typically, you don’t answer a call unless the number is in your contacts, but your boyfriend irritably pauses the movie and insists you pick it up.

♱ with an agitated sigh, you answer. “hello?”

♱ “hello,” the person says on the other line. the voice is deep with a feminine undertone, laced with a rasp that almost catches you off guard.

♱ “who is this?”

♱ “you tell me your name, i’ll tell you mine.”

♱ “i don’t think so. can i help you?”

♱ “i just gotta ask you one question, baby.”

♱ baby? who does this creep think she is? you can’t help but admit her voice sounds attractive. “yeah? what is it?”

♱ “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

♱ your stomach drops and you end the call with a shudder, tossing your phone to the cushion next to you and breathing slow. something in your gut is telling you not to engage.

♱ “so… who was it?”

♱ “probably just some bratty teenagers prank calling or something.”

♱ “you lying to me?”

♱ “no! what?” you blurt out, almost angered with his distrust towards you. with a huff, you push yourself off your boyfriend’s lap and head towards the bathroom. “keep it paused, gimme five.”

♱ after rinsing your face with water, you take some deep breaths in front of the mirror. calm your nerves, it was just a phone call. the tense feeling in your gut still lingers as you walk back to the living room only to see your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. calling out his name, you sit back down on the couch and pick up your phone to dial his contact.

♱ “ugh- i’m not in the mood for this shit!” you yell out to him as you call his phone.

♱ you hear his phone ring in the other room and decide to make your way to the kitchen. you see it buzz repeatedly on the counter, watching it and zoning out as if waiting... something’s not right. where the hell is he?

♱ “your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging syste-” the sound of your call going to voicemail snaps you back to your senses before hanging up and looking around. you’ve seen too many scary movies to know this is how it all starts, and you try not to let the thought freak you out.

♱ startling you again, your own phone buzzes. unknown caller id. taking a deep breath, you tap the green button on your screen. “hello?”

♱ “hello again, beautiful.”

♱ that damn voice again. your anger rises at the woman on the other line. “what is this? some kind of sick joke? a prank?”

♱ “no no, baby. a game. a real easy one. y’ wanna play?”

♱ “what the f… do i have a choice? what’s stopping me from hanging up right now?”

♱ “maybe it’s your fear that you may not live through this very night.” yeah, right. anyone could make threats like this. she continues through your silence, “you never told me your name…”

♱ “why do you wanna know my name?”

♱ “i wanna know who i’m looking at.” your anger fizzles and breath hitches. fear smothers all the oxygen in your lungs and words are caught in the back of your throat. “you do have a choice, dove— to play or to die.”

♱ “fine,” you agree with a shaky breath, you internally scold yourself for turning to grab the nearest knife. who cares if you’re overreacting? you’re not dying tonight. you grip the knife’s handle tight as you hold your phone up to your ear. you start walking out the kitchen and down the hallway before your question is cut off with her single word. “how do i-”

♱ “colder...”

♱ you stop in your tracks. as a horror film fan, you have yelled at your television screen when a character makes a dumb decision or if you’ve wanted a better plot line. you always thought you would make logical choices if you were ever —hypothetically of course— put in a situation like this. but in this current moment, your head is only clouded with uneasy thoughts and vicious worry. you take a step backwards and start to return to the kitchen.

♱ “warmer… warmer,” her voice trails on as you play the game step by step. you pass the living room and enter the kitchen, stopping when you hear her voice again. “ah ah- cold.”

♱ you turn around and slowly creep your way back to the living room. the thought of her eyes constantly watching causes you to feel a mixture of fear and something else. your short steps continue towards the sofa where you sat care-free maybe only 10 minutes ago.

♱ “warmer… warmer… keep moving, baby. you’re doing so good… red hot. riiight there...” the mysterious woman taunts as you look around. and once you catch the sight behind the couch, you can’t help the horrified gasp and shriek that escapes your lips.

♱ your boyfriend lays motionless, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. deep gashes and slices have left his body mutilated. yet no weapon is left anywhere.

♱ fuck. this means she’s already in the house. your heartbeat races and your ears start ringing. no- that’s the phone—the sound of a dial tone. she hung up.

♱ you go to grab a bigger knife from the kitchen but they’ve all been taken. what’s the next best weapon? the only other option you see is the dirty pan that’s been left on the stove from dinner. looks like you’re sticking with the smaller knife you grabbed earlier.

♱ your phone goes off again, causing you to yelp at the ringer and then internally curse yourself for being so jumpy. it’s her again. you try to sound confident, but anxiety and dread involuntarily rises from the back of your throat. “what the fuck do you want?”

♱ “you, baby,” her voice is low and sultry, and you try not to let it get to you.

♱ “you’re psychotic…”

♱ “hm… sorry about your boyfriend. all those muscles didn’t help much,” she replies before ending the call again.

♱ you wander the house, preparing yourself to fight at every corner you turn. “where are you, motherfucker?” you whisper to yourself as you start to creep down the hallway. and before you realize what’s happening, a gloved hand reaches around to cover your mouth from behind, muffling your panicked scream that follows.

♱ your phone drops to the floor as you quickly swing your arm back to stab the tall figure behind you. your aggressive attempt to defend yourself is reversed as the woman dodges the knife and spins you so you’re now pinned against the wall. her right hand still muffles your mouth and the left holds your wrist above your head.

♱ your hold on the knife above you is weak as you freeze in her grip, your free hand clawing at her forearm. you can feel the size of her muscular arms in your struggles. once your vision clears, your squirming slows to a stop as you are face to face —or face to mask— with your intruder. her towering figure is clothed in black-hooded fabric and a long black and white mask is layered over her head, its mouth shaped as if screaming.

♱ you breathe through your nose in short gasps. “look at you… even prettier up close.” she tilts her head as if studying you. you’re unable to see her eyes but it’s obvious she’s looking you up and down as if you’re her next meal. “scream for help and you die. y’ got that, angel?” her hand tightens its grip on your mouth and her tone is short and stiff, like a merciless general commanding orders to a feeble soldier. you confirm you understand with a small nod, eyes still welled with tears until you soon blink them away. once your breaths even, she lowers her hand. “there you go, now was that so hard?”

♱ “what the fuck do you want from me?” you ask accusingly, making sure to not get caught up in anger. luckily, your shaky words don’t provoke her and only bring her to a deep chuckle.

♱ “such naughty language,” she says with a tut, almost amused with your fear as she lifts your chin with a gloved finger. you try so hard to push away the butterflies that form in your stomach. “besides, i thought we went over this already.” she lifts her leg between your thighs, teasingly pressing her knee up against you and trapping your body against the wall. a short gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, and she smirks under her mask. she uses this position as leverage to take the knife from your grip and lazily toss it down the hallway. the sudden sound of it clattering to the floor makes you flinch and her hands quickly return to your wrists, pinning them high above your head. “i’m not going to hurt you, angel,” she whispers, her disguised face leaning in close. “not unless you want me to…” and at the end of her sentence, your name rolls off her tongue. how the hell does she know your name?

♱ “y-you’re a damn creep,” you spit back less harsh than intended, and she can tell your barriers are wavering. if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s difficult to focus on your frustration when her actions are affecting your body like this. your mind is fuzzy, your chest feels tight, and your core aches. a moment passes as you stare at the woman in front of you, her broad build dominating your figure. the flesh of your bare thighs involuntarily clench on either sides of her knee. you’re in short, black lingerie… of-fucking-course you’re feeling vulnerable in her arms. “what ‘re you gonna do to me then?”

♱ “only things you want me to do, sweetheart.”

♱ and at this, she has you. her words bring a breathy whimper from your lips and you grind yourself against her knee. like a slut. you’re not proud, but it feels good— fear and distress not dissipating but mixing perfectly with pleasure. it’s exhilarating. intoxicating. arousing. it’s a way you’ve never felt before in relation to sex, with your boyfriend or anyone else for that matter.

♱ “y’ dirty little thing. you like this? tryin to get yourself off at the threat of your fuckin life?” she asks, her degrading tone not doing anything to help you come to your senses. “if y’ want help, jus’ use your words.”

♱ “h-help… please,” you nod up to her, squirming and going to cover your face with your hands until you're reminded of her own gloved hands restricting you by the wrists. you want to hide— hide from her, from your shame, from the lust, from your lack of wanting to fight whatever this is. but as soon as she lowers her hand to feel how wet you are through the fabric of your underwear, all negative thoughts abandon your mind.

♱ “give up the fight, dove.” the masked woman’s voice is rich and warm, and you finally pinpoint her subtle puetro rican accent while she speaks. she feels you relax into her hand at her words and loves hearing the quiet sounds you make as one of her fingers slowly circle your clit through the thin, dampened material.

♱ “i give up- i… i give up. please, just-”

♱ “you want me inside you, baby?” she whispers into the nape of your neck, the bloodied plastic of the mask grazing across your exposed collarbone. your hurried nod cues her to remove her right glove, and her left hand lazily shoves it in the back pocket of her black jeans under her cloak. you catch a glimpse of her veined hand before she pushes your underwear to the side and thrusts two thick digits into your wet cunt. you clench around her middle and ring fingers, watching how white rings of cum drip and gather at the dark skin of her knuckles.

♱ her free hand trails up your chest and grips you by the neck, squeezing lightly and bringing a strained moan from the back of your throat. “been watchin' you for a while now. 've seen the way your fingers wrap around this throat as you touch yourself, thinkin' no one could fill those filthy desires o' yours.” your hands grasp at her forearm again and force her grip harder against you. she chuckles once she realizes what you’re trying to do, and decides to give you what you want, a tightening hold that's hard enough to leave bruising. “you like my hand right here? choking the damn life outta you? y're a sick little slut, it’s adorable.”

♱ as her long fingers thrust and curl inside your heat, you find yourself at her mercy while she fucks you against the wall. the thought of your boyfriend's cold, rotting body in the other room is long gone. and you can only focus on how warm this womanly murderer feels against you, killing just so she can get to you. now that thought is what makes you weak in the knees.

♱ “can y' keep yourself standing, baby? or do i need to fuck you on the floor?” she asks as her fingers quicken their movements.

♱ “mph- i can stand!” you insist, trying so hard to keep your jelly knees from buckling under your limp self. you feel your back start to slide down the wall, disproving your protest. you're visibly unable to hold up the weight of your own trembling body. it's not your fault your trespasser just makes you feel so fucking good. so fucking close... until she stops.

♱ her fingers pull out quickly and she seizes one of your arms, not bothering to wipe your juices off her fingers. you feel how soaked two of her fingers are as her large hand grips your upper arm, tightening to a painful squeeze.

♱ “clearly, you don't have the strength. so we're gonna try s'mthin' new,” she says before tearing your underwear off and throwing you to the wooden floor. you lay there for a moment, shock hitting you as you try to take in oxygen again. facing away from the intruder, you bring your forearms close and try to crawl towards the other end of the hallway. your hips roll to the side with every other crawl so you can rub your thighs together, attempting to recreate that same friction you felt seconds ago.

♱ in the state of hysteria, you miss the foul act of the masked woman tucking your underwear into the other back pocket of her pants.

♱ you turn your head up to see her slowly bending down to pick up the kitchen knife she tossed away minutes ago. you see the back of her head through an opening in the mask's fabric. her dark hair is short, maybe reaches just past her ears. but any further sight of her human characteristics are cut short once she stands up and her posture straightens. her head turns to you. and your breath quickens. she begins walking. every brisk step passes faster than the last as she gains more speed down the hallway, knife clutched in her fist.

♱ is this how it truly ends? a trick to get edged and then end up killed? some scary movie.

♱ alarms blare in your mind and genuine fear takes over as you try to crawl away. prey chased by predator. think y' know who wins in this twisted game.

♱ a gloved hand clutches the flesh on your shoulder and flips you onto your back. you can't seem to help your panicked scream that erupts into the fabric of that same damn glove. she removes her palm with a forceful shove away and pins both your wrists to the floor on either sides of your head. she lowers her body on top of you and straddles your hips, shushing you and reassuring she won't hurt you.

♱ you almost believe her until your frightened eyes watch her arm lift, the knife held tight in her fist. she brings it down hard causing you scream again and squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to watch how she guts you. when you don't feel any pain, you peek an eye open to watch her laugh. laugh at your terror, knife still in hand.

♱ rightfully pissed off now, for both fearing for your life and the pleasure she has delayed you of, you spit up at her ghost of a face. your saliva scatters across the plastic, but surely she felt mist of it directly through the patches of the eyes and mouth. she pauses. and if only you could see that sadistic smirk of hers, just so proud of your little defiant act.

♱ but every bad action has its consequence.

♱ the knife lifts again and is slammed down into the floor, just inches to the right of your head. the handle points up to the ceiling and your ghostface girl guides your hand up and wraps your fingers around it, then follows suit and wraps her own left hand around the handle as well. it's sentimental, you tell yourself as you focus on calming your breathing.

♱ her right hand trails down your chest and returns to its place at your cunt. she teases a finger before pushing in two again, and you can't tell how long she keeps delaying your needed orgasm. one moment, you're a pleading mess. the next, you can't speak because her gloved hand clutches at either your mouth or throat. she smells of dried blood and alcohol, bringing you close only to pause her movements for the second time.

♱ “please, i can't keep doing this. i... need to-” your begs are cut off by her taunting words.

♱ “need to what?” she asks, her mask leaning close to your face. “say it.” her intensity rises a blush to your cheeks, and when you can only let out a shy whimper, she withdraws her fingers from your aching heat again.

♱ ignoring your protests, fusses, and pouts, she shoos your hand off the knife's handle next to your head and yanks it out of the floor in one swift movement. she trails the sharp point of the blade down your torso, from your chest all the way to your mound. you can't help the little buck of your hips as the cold metal lightly grazes your clit.

♱ that little movement brings her to a chuckle. “i know a lot o' things about you, dove. but i wasn't sure you'd crave knife play this badly.”

♱ you can only muster a strained groan. and with that, she flips the weapon and gently pushes the handle into your soaking walls. the most provocative of sounds is brought at the contact, and it's music to her ears. she groans in satisfaction and ogles at how well you take it.

♱ her thrusts are slow, careful, gentle, turning and pushing and pulling... mindful of how easily she could injure the flesh of your inner thighs or even your pretty pussy with one wrong move. her skilled hands work you up again, probing your body with her calloused skin.

♱ you feel that knot in your core grow tighter and tighter. in a moment of impulse, your shaky hands reach up to grab hold of the ghostface's mask and pull it up to reveal your intruder's real identity. she just lets you, casually watching your wide-eyed reaction to her appearance as she fucks you faster.

♱ she's fucking gorgeous. you first notice her eyes, a shining grey in contrast to her darker skin. her nose is wide and hooked, her lips are plump and soon turn upward in a sly smirk as you study her. she notices your focus lingering at her lips, so she allows herself to lean in and place a light kiss to your slightly open mouth. your jaw is slack as you continue to take staggered breaths, yet you want more. you chase the kiss once she begins to pull away. connecting your panting mouth to hers again, she pushes her tongue into your mouth with a groan and swallows every sweet whimper she brings from the back of your throat.

♱ the handle of the knife continues to pump in and out of your leaking cunt. she knows you won't last much longer. you can't. you break the kiss at the last possible moment to gasp for air, and she uses that short second to pull her ghostface mask back down with her gloved hand.

♱ she wants her lips to be on yours again, but she'd be damned if she returns to the sensation. she's already internally scolding herself for becoming too attached to the taste of you, but she is just loving how you make vulgar curses sound sweet in the ways they spill from your panting lips. “f-fuck, fuck! i'm gonna-”

♱ “i know, baby, i know,” she says, her deep voice slightly softens as she speeds up her pace and grazes your clit with her thumb. “sevika,” her deep voice mutters close to your ear. and when you bite her clothed shoulder as a way to mute your own uncontrollable whimpers and moans, her gloved hand returns a threatening squeeze to your throat. after forcing you back down to the floor, she speaks again. “scream for sevika. scream my name as you cum on my fingers, dove...”

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♱ blue and red lights move across the walls through the windows. the blaring sounds of sirens are heard from outside. you think you find peace until you hear muffled yells from police officers at your front door, warning anyone who is in the entryway that they're breaking it down. you hear a countdown and loud pounding, but the ringing in your ears is louder.

♱ by the time the officers run down the hallway and get a sight of you, there's scattered radio chatter followed by paramedics springing into action and bombarding you with questions.

♱ “ma'am, can you hear me?” ... “can you tell me your name?” ... “have you been stabbed?” ... “is there anyone else in the apartment with you?” ... “who did this?”

♱ you're coughing and sputtering. your body is in a heap of blood, sweat, and tears (and cum but it's not as noticeable). at this point, you only remember little flashes.

♱ sevika. you never got to tell her how pretty that name is. you remember the outlines of her face. the trace of her fingers... the trace of that knife before it was plunged into you. not deep, nor anywhere vital. you remember being in that post-orgasm gaze... a whisper in your ear — “for evidence...” — and then a sharp pain sliding its way in and out of your side, bringing you to a pile of blood and pained tears on the floor. you were already covered in sweat — she had made sure of it, but then she had to go ruin you again. ruin your body twice.

♱ a flashlight is shining in your eyes, bringing you back to the present as well as attention to the obvious growing blood stain in your clothing. your breathing becomes strained and labored as your vision starts to cloud.

♱ “victim has three visible injuries-” you overhear paramedics take note of your body's condition as they bring in a stretcher to carry you. “stab wound and two abrasions, neck and chest...”

♱ a subtle grin sneaks its way onto your face once you realize why sevika left you in an open pile on the floor. she didn't want to kill you, but she also didn't want to see your name in a court file. seems like getting found with a stab wound would lower your chances of being high suspect for your boyfriend's murder. they have no other leads so far, but sevika made it seem like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

♱ you know police will pester you with further questions and investigations, but you don't care. your lips are sealed.

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♡ this was so rushed i actually don’t like it but WHATEV

♡ hope y'all enjoyed! lmk if y'all want this to be a series bc i love halloween too much to only post spooky themes once a year...

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[icarusallusion]

One of the main reasons I've been so fond of Otasune since I first knew it was a thing was because I think they're genuinely one of the purest forms of love in Metal Gear.

Throughout the series we see horrible relationships between horrible people trying to get by and then that relationship gets dragged through the awful scenarios they live with, be it war, internal struggles, infidelity etc. Despite this common place struggle with so many other characters, we see Otacon and Snake steadfast loyal and healthy throughout every struggle they go through.

They may not be an official couple, but they will always stay the most communicative relationship even outside of shipping. I see people joke about how Otacon kind of bosses Snake around (especially in MGS4), but I always saw it as refreshing. In the series, there is so many times where x character does something horrendous and y character just sits aside and silently sulks about it.

But this doesn't happen, like at all, with Dave and Hal. There are many times where Snake doesn't think about consequences to his actions as a general rule of soldier, however Hal has never been a soldier. So when these things happen, Otacon tells him off and it's something Snake genuinely needs to hear. It's something human, away from combat. Because Otacon is one of the very few characters that talks to Snake as a person, as a human, not as a soldier or fucked up clone baby.

Snake has gone his whole life scrapping the bottom of the barrel to stop feeling so lonely, he flirts with every woman he sees, he attaches himself very easily onto superiors, etc. Snake is a man who has spent his whole life trying to appeal to people, to get the praise he was never allowed as a child. Otacon gives him the comfort he never got. While any military superior can say Dave is the best of the best. None will look him in the face and tell him he has to live to just live.

Hal also opens a lot of doors to Snake's own discovery about himself. While this next point might sound a little cringy, stick with me. People may joke about the anime interest Snake and Otacon share, but it always came across so genuinely sweet to me. Snake's only interests up until he met Otacon have been, stop feeling lonely and war. I think even part of his musher life and interests within sledding can contribute to part of this. I mean come on, not even a regular musher keeps 50 dogs in their house and dogs are a natural remedy to loneliness. But in all seriousness, David refers to the huskies as his only family and I don't see him connecting with any other mushers he works with, it reads as him wanting to not be alone while also still being so lonely. As well as how mushing is considered a more normal interest than being an otaku, especially in the early 2000s. Mushing is a sport, and being an Otaku was pretty much unheard of or hated. Watching this guy who has been stuffed full of war propaganda scream a dorky "falcon punch" and "ninjutsu" with his best friend is so heartwarming in a way.

As well as Otacon's whole meme turned question of "do you think love can bloom on the battlefield?" Is something that I think Snake needed to be asked. It's probably been something he's been thinking about. It is also one of the most human things Snake asked throughout the game. About finding love in fear. Otacon constantly prods into Snake's heart and brings out the good in him.

Not only does Hal open up a space for Snake to have genuine unashamed interests and show true pure humanity. He also shows off their childhood. Both Hal and David never got proper childhoods. They connect that with each other through cheesy animes, talking about uncertainty in love, finding out what life is all about, navigating feelings, and through that damn cheesy handshake hug. It's all genuinely pure and wholesome love that connects what they didn't get to explore in childhood with one another. When Snake opened that piss covered locker and saved Otacon, he brought his own salvation into his life without knowing it. The very presence of Otacon saved Snake. It's why MGS4 felt so depressing for me especially, the strain between Snake and Otacon left a hole in my little heart and made Snake feel even more hopeless.

I also want to talk about how Snake benefited Otacon.

Otacon begins as cowardly and timid, he's an incredibly insecure character that struggles to connect with others, probably stemming from the issues in his younger life. When he meets Snake, he's faced with someone he could relate to that has an outward appearance that makes him seem so much more confident than he is. Snake is not this, he's as insecure as Otacon. Indirectly, Snake is the whole reason Otacon gets on his feet to take action against terrorism, takes action to become a better person. Snake shows Hal that he doesn't haven't to be strong to do the right thing. Throughout time, Snake helps Otacon come to terms with his own self worth and issues.

In MGS2, it has one of my favorite examples. The infamous bro hug scene.

Before it, this is when Otacon allows himself to open up about his childhood, not even just Infront of Snake, Infront of Raiden too. This showcased such a development in his character because he's proudly talking about it, while even through tears he doesn't hide it anymore.

Did you know that during that scene if you pan the camera to Snake, you can see that he is crying too?

When Hal has a breakdown over his sister's death, Snake is there to comfort him as well as tell him how it is in bluntness with a hand on his back that he needs to save people. It isn't cold or callous, it's letting Otacon know that he has something worth fighting for after a loss like that. Then when they face one another, they embrace each other and Snake tells Hal that he believes in him. Hal spent a lot of time as a scientist, hoping for someone to believe in him, while Snake puts all of his belief into Hal.

I can never forget the iconic "You're the only god I can pray to, Otacon" line. Snake has a deep loyalty, love, and belief in Otacon that Otacon has never been truly given before.

They both, in turn love each other till the end of their lives. Their love was one of the most heart wrenching and beautiful things in Metal Gear Solid and it's no surprise it captivated so many people. Their relationship, whether you ship them or just see them as a bromance. There is no denying the love they feel for one another as friends or lovers is one of the most iconic and sweetest bromances out theres They have impacted so much pop culture and I love them forever, as I'm sure many of you do who read all the way to the bottom.

[rinhaler]

OMG HI I LOCW UR WORKS U ARE SO TALENTED THAT MEGUMI KNW WITH THE GUN?? JAW DROPPED SCREAMING DLENCHING THE TOES WANT TO LICK THE SCREEN

anyways i love you and everything you write <3 was thinking about ex babysitter jujutsu kaisen guy.. envisioning geto or sukuna or gojo (???) idk but they like used to make fun of u and be a little angel for the parents n stuff but seeing them again but ur all grown up and a little spicy reunion !! n they’re like 5-7 yrs older so yum

got so so so carried away as usual but this was so fun to write.. i made it satoru and suguru bc i thought it would be fun :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight dubcon, fem!reader, age gap (reader 20s + them 30s), childhood crush to lovers?, alcohol consumption, love bites, tit sucking, praise, slight cucking?, double penetration (one hole), spanking, hair pulling, squirting, slight pussy eating, creampies, snowballing, pet names (sweetheart, baby).

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It’s been months since you got to see a movie in the theatre. You don’t even remember the last time, or what you saw. But you’ve been counting down the days until you and your best friend finally had a day off work that lined up with each other. Why you’ve been craving seeing a movie, you’ll never know. But what you’ve been most excited for is the food.

Nothing has caught your eye, but your friend points out a cheesy sounding horror movie that you’re happy to see.

“Satoru? Is that you?” you ask, a familiar head of white hair catching your eye as you and your friend walk closer to him, seeing him leave the cinema screen you’re about to walk into. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since I was…”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “Look at you, all grown up. Yeah, it’s been a long time.” he continues. Your eyes meet the stare of the woman on his arm.

She smiles, but you see it’s disingenuous. Her body language is clingy and affectionate, desperately holding onto Satoru’s arm as she urges him to leave with her. You aren’t surprised that she’s trying to lead him away, but you are taken aback that someone has managed to tie the Satoru Gojo down. He was always popular with girls back when he used to babysit you, but he was never one for commitment or staying faithful.

“You two make a cute couple.” you smile at them both, trying to put the girl at ease. It doesn’t work, however. Instead, it seems to make her more nervous.

“It’s our first date.” Satoru informs you. He sighs a little as she pulls at his t-shirt, and it’s less than discreet. “We’re going to dinner later, so we better get going. It was nice seeing you though.” he smiles.

“Wait,” you stop him. “Um, are you still in touch with Suguru?” you wonder.

He smirks at that. He always teased you about having a crush on his best friend after the first time he brought him over for babysitting duty. They didn’t come as a pair every time after that, but it was more often than not. He made your heart race and you lost all ability to form a coherent sentence. You knew he’d never be interested in you; he was older and cooler than you’d ever hope to be.

“Of course. You know what? Here, give me your phone.” he tells you. The girl’s eyes fill with water, a look of defeat in a battle you weren’t even participating in overwhelms her. He quickly types his number into your phone and texts himself so that you can exchange contact information. “We can arrange a little reunion, yeah? See you around.” he winks before leading his date away.

A whole fortnight has passed before any plans come to fruition. That cinema trip is a distant memory that has been replaced with flirty texts in the group chat Satoru decided to make with you and Suguru.

It’s like being a teenager again.

Satoru’s teasing is ceaseless. Everything is so casual and generic in the group chat save for the occasional comment about your crush on Suguru back in the day. But it’s worse in the private messages. Now that you’re older and wiser he sees no point in holding back. He’s so flirtatious and grotesque and vulgar all at once.

Your conversations with Suguru, however, are a lot more reserved. Your fingers tremble whenever he texts. And the conversation is a lot sparser in comparison to how you talk with Satoru.

He’s sweet and kind, but you wonder if he’s just tolerating you for Satoru’s sake.

Satoru: are u cooking for us?

You: we’re getting takeout 🙄

You smirk at your phone as you continue to read the bombardment of heartbroken messages from Satoru, disappointment from the lack of a home-made meal. You can’t even tell if he’s being serious or kidding. You laugh, nonetheless. Though you’re easily startled when hear your doorbell ring.

As you open the door, you have to will yourself from allowing your jaw to drop. Pocketing your phone as you look up at Suguru. That handsome youthful face ageing into a more mature and chiselled one. It makes your heart skip a beat, but you try to downplay it.

“H-Hey!” you smile. “Nice to see you, it’s been forever.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” he smiles too, walking into your home when you move aside. He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move as you pour two glasses of wine for yourselves. “I’m glad you got in touch.”

You continue to converse as you lead him to the front room and sit side by side on the couch. Neither of you seem to notice how time flies as you chat and reminisce about the days he used to come over to keep Gojo company while he babysat you.

As if you weren’t old enough to stay home without a sitter. That hardly helped your ability to seem cool for your age. And Satoru didn’t fail to tease you about that either.

“I always thought your little crush on me was sweet.” he laughs. “But I was too old for you, then.”

“I know.” you nod, taking a sip of the red liquid sloshing around your glass. “Do you remember that time Satoru invited two girls over?” you ask, face filling with heat as you recall the embarrassing incident.

“Oh,” he chuckles lightly, like a memory has been unlocked in the back of his head. “You locked yourself in your room and wouldn’t come out all night. Even after we sent them home.”

“I was jealous!” you try to defend yourself. “I was such a lame little pre-teen and then these gorgeous girls with perfect skin and perfect hair came over and you guys were hooking up and I was just… heartbroken!” you clutch your hand to your chest dramatically and begin to laugh as you try and make light of the memory.

He breathes, a soft smile prominent of his face as he thinks about it some more. The girls in question were the pretty, popular, cheerleader types. Everything you wanted to be, everything you wanted Suguru to see you as. And yet, you weren’t even close to achieving that reality. And still, he told them to go. Satoru felt bad for upsetting you, too. So they didn’t hesitate to tell them they had to leave.

“I remember sitting with Satoru outside of your bedroom door the whole time. You didn’t even use the bathroom.”

“Oh my God,” you laugh. “I ran to the bathroom after you left. And then I cried to my mom all night about how devastated I was.”

He thinks to himself, putting down his glass of wine on the coffee table before he looks at you. Your body freezes, worried you’ve offended him or creeped him out. A slew of words run rampant in your mind as you try and formulate an apology.

You’re taken aback, however, when he cups your face and slowly tilts his head before kissing you. It’s everything your teenage self had ever dreamed of. You want to drop your own glass to the floor and cup his face in turn as it deepens. But he pulls away, leaving you breathless and longing.

“We’re not kids anymore.” he whispers.

You put down your glass beside his, before lunging in for another kiss. He lets you push him back against the couch, stripping yourself of your sweater so you’re down to just your bra. He smooths his hands over your hips, watching you eagerly as he awaits your next move.

“We’ll have to be quick.” you tell him. “Satoru will be here soon.”

You bend down to make out with him again, keening as he expertly unhooks your bra. His lips latch around your nipple before you’ve even realise he’s tossed your bra halfway across the room. Your hips roll against his clothed bulge, still in a state belief that this is even happening.

“I always wanted you to be my first.” you confess, and he halts his actions momentarily. “But I’m glad… I can fuck you properly instead.”

He allows you to help him out of his own shirt, neither of you capable of keeping your hands off each other for more than a second. Even less than that for your lips. Each sentence is hushed and hurried as you try and navigate this new and exciting development in what was meant to be a casual, friendly, reunion.

“So you’ve got experience now, huh?” he asks, kissing your neck greedily as he thinks about how much you’ve grown in the last decade. “You know how to fuck like a good girl?”

You nod, dumbly, kissing his neck in turn before traversing down his sculpted body. You both freeze, however, when the doorbell rings again. Your eyes widen in horror as you realise all of your clothes are scattered across the front room. There’s no way you can get dressed quick enough. Maybe it would be better to pretend you aren’t home. That you ran out because you forgot something at the store.

“It’s open.” Suguru yells, your heart pounding even faster than it had previously.

Satoru swaggers in as you sheepishly look in his direction with your arms across your chest, doing all you can to preserve your modesty.

“Wow.” he sneers, a teasing lilt in his tone as he looks at you both. Sweaty and dazed, though one of you seems to look less embarrassed than the other. “I knew this would happen.”

“It’s not what it looks—”

“Your tits are in his face and I can see a bruise forming on your neck, sweetheart.” he interjects, getting closer to you both. “I’m not judgin’. Why would I?” he smiles.

You can’t help but feel like you’ve been set up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, “It’s too much Satoru. I can’t. I can’t. Y-You’ll have to wait your turn!” you protest as he prods at your already occupied cunt. But despite your whining he continues to push himself inside of you, determined to stretch you to your very limit. He shudders at the sight of your pussy swallowing his tip and doing all it can to spit it back out.

He’s been watching on the sidelines, patiently, as Suguru fucks you in the comfort of your own bed. Palming himself as he gets off to the image of his best friend’s cock drilling into your perfect little cunt. He thought he could be patient, but he was sorely mistaken. He’s seen with his own two eyes how well you can ride cock, but he wants to see how well you can handle getting railed.

He pushes you down towards Suguru has his palm splays across your back. You’re soon comforted by the feeling of his lips on yours, though you break away to moan as Satoru inches in further and further. His cock flush against his best friends without a single care, revelling in the sounds of your ragged breath and desperate whimpers.

“I can’t wait, baby. You’re swallowin’ this cock so good. Just take it, yeah?” he tells you, slapping your ass as he starts fucking you slowly.

“You look so pretty full of cock, sweetheart. Does it feel good?” Suguru asks as he plants his feet down onto the mattress and starts to fuck you in tandem.

You nod as a response, yelping as you feel Satoru’s fingers interlace with your hair and yank you up towards him. Your sweat coated back pressed flush against his chest. His free hand holds your hips while he uses your hair to his leverage as his pace becomes brutal. Your pussy oozes and gushes as they each poke and prod and fondle you through their eager assault.

Suguru’s hands wander to pinch and slap your tits, his lip bitten raw as he gets off to the sight of your flesh jiggling and bouncing in all of the right ways.

You squeak, unable to utter a single word or even so much as moan as you begin to squirt from the pleasure. The feeling is enough to have Suguru tumbling over the edge right after you while Satoru wraps his arm around you to play with your clit.

“Again.” he orders, pulling you away from Suguru so that he can kneel in front of your twitching pussy.

The pleasure builds again. Harder, slower, but finally you snap. Your cunt gushes divinely and Suguru savours every last drop. Satoru finishes deep as his balls tighten and he moans pathetically in your ear. But he doesn’t give you or himself a second to relax as he hooks his arms under the bends of your knees, spreading you open wide so that your combined coupling drips out of your hole.

Suguru buries his face in your cunt, slurping up the mess created by the three of you. He sticks his tongue out to show you the lewd combination of your fluids, before looking at Satoru with lust filled eyes. Satoru leans in to kiss him, accepting the tangy tasting mixture into his own mouth before looking down at you.

“Your cunt tastes beautiful, sweetheart.” Suguru tells you as he lightly spanks your clit.

Satoru forces you to look in his direction as he holds your jaw, prompting you to open your mouth wide for him. He kisses you passionately, encouraging you to follow his lead and welcome to lewd fluids onto your own awaiting tongue. You gasp as the taste hits you, but before you can object, he covers your mouth and pinches your nose with one hand.

“Swallow it like a good little girl.” he orders, and you do.

He lets you go after that, though your body just goes limp in his arms. He helps you lie down next to Suguru as he spoons you, and your childhood crush peppers you skin in delicate kisses as you begin to drift off.

“I’m glad I went to see that shitty movie the other day.” Satoru smirks.

© 2024 rinhaler

@enchantedforest-network

[inkskinned]

they don't see it, because it is around them like air. to them, it would have to be through movies, through magazines. they think it happens outside of life, like it must be selected to be interacted with.

but you discovered in the fifth grade that you couldn't wear shirts with words on them, it was an excuse for someone to look at your chest. you were catcalled before you were in middle school. sometimes you look at that memory and deny it - surely that can't be right, you were young. but you were in a skirt, so maybe that was a natural byproduct. it was a skirt from that place "justice by limited too" - a store literally for kids. it was popular around then. you wore that skirt twice and then never again.

you can't wear headphones, because what if a man wants to talk to you? there's a guy on the internet who complains that women shut themselves off from being approached. at night, you often keep the headphones positioned but with the sound off, just in case you need to hear something behind you.

you learned at 12 that you can't make eye contact, don't acknowledge the aggression. just walk faster and hope he picks on somebody else. don't wear your hair like that. do not park next to that kind of car, park an entire cityblock away if you must.

you can't go to the museum, you're sitting and tying your shoe when he approaches you and mentions that nobody understands art anymore. that in the whole world, it's just you-two. you have no recourse for eating a meal (it's rabbit food if it's salad, and someone will roll their eyes, eat a sandwich. it's pick-me behavior if it's a burger, we get it you're a cool girl). if you like mushrooms you are cottagecore, which is cheesy. if you like video games you're an egirl (similar to a pick-me). boys do not get categories, but if you point out the categories are sexist, you are told okay but these girls really exist.

it is somehow developing, a little undercurrent that you've been uncomfortable with. the nickname "karen" went from being "a white woman that uses her whiteness as a weapon, particularly against people of color," to now mean "any woman raising her voice or being even a little upset." the reappropriation of a term used specifically to call out white women for their racism has set your skin on edge. now it is just another version of "bitch," one that can be said on television. recently you saw a woman get called a karen because a drunk driver sideswiped her, and she screamed when it happened. the comments on the dashcam video all say "why do women always scream about everything." "when has the world ever been bettered by women screaming." "this fucking karen. she deserved to get hit."

in the sitcom, it's a joke that the wife is furious; slamming her hands down into the sink. i do everything around here, might as well do this too. in your house, your father is always in-his-office. before you know better, your first boyfriend is the type to say it's just easier for you. you used to beg him to take you on dates. he used to make a big deal about it, about the sacrifice of effort, even if you were the one who did most of the planning.

someone on the internet makes a "POV: the most boring person you've ever met" where he puts a towel on his head and just talks like a normal person. his impression of a boring woman is just a woman that is talking about her pretty-average life without exaggeration.

you are sometimes actually sad in the reverse, because actually you did used to struggle to pay attention in conversations. you were also easily bored of normal things, your adhd pinging off of every radio tower in the vacinity. it took time and therapy and patience, and now you delight in the small things about your friends. you like having them show you their organizational systems and talk about their taylor swift tickets. you are entertained by them because you learned to be, even though your brain is structured to only be excited by novelty. you kind of hate the idea that the reason your father will never actually pay attention to you is that you're no longer interesting. eventually the shine wore off, and you were just a person, not a spaceship. he never learned how to just, like, form an actual intimate friendship. it was always at a distance, this sense - emotional closeness was too much. (and yes. he's homophobic).

you're already tired of whatever the fuck is happening with the words "divine feminine", a rancid take that is basically just a rebranding of the patriarchy in action. what the fuck do they mean "being small and delicate and needing protection" is feminine. the words they are looking for are that they want a partner, not that their desire for equivalent support is relegated to gender. the human desire for community is not actually gendered at all. also, what fucking wolves are these "divine masculine" men even battling. fuckken taxes? shouldn't their "desire to protect" also mean "protect you from emotional neglect", or are all emotions off-limits (and how sad would that be. that's a horrible bar to set.)

and they tell you it's really not bad actually, because it's just there. they suggest you get off the internet or you stop reading that book or you stop thinking so hard about the movie or you stop just-being-a-feminist because honestly it's a killjoy sort of thing and then you tilt your head to the side and there's that little siren in the back of your head. if things were actually fine, being a feminist wouldn't put a stop to anything, it would go completely unnoticed, because you wouldn't have any comment to make about any of this

but you are ruining your own life, they tell you. also, girls don't sit like that. also, all girls are catty. also, all girls are bad drivers. also, all girls just need a cute bracelet and an iced coffee.

you do like iced coffee, is the thing. when you close your eyes, the world around you has this strange note to it. and once you hear it, it never stops ringing.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Shoto x Reader

Mentions: Characters are aged up! Body image, Plus size reader, Drinking, NSFW, Virgin reader, cute aftercare, fluff morning,

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“ You should totally go on a date with him. He sounds very nice. I’ll be there at a distance just in case you don’t want to be there anymore or something goes wrong okay.” Mina said and Momo agreed. Girls gotta help each other.

Shoto’s name on the online dating: Senju 

Senju: We can meet up at weston. 

(weston is a fancy restaurant) 

You made very good money but you weren’t stupid rich

y/n: oh um Isn’t that too much? I’m a simple girl. Plus I don’t have that type of luxury.

Senju : You doll up and I’ll pick you up okay. Is 8pm good? 

Y/n: I’ll meet you there and yes that's perfect.

Senju: Okay see you there then. I’ll be waiting. I’ll be wearing black tux with a white and red brooch.

y/n: I’ll wear a red dress then! See you later.

You were so nervous and scared. You hadn’t shown him a picture of yourself. You’re a plus size woman. That was something you’re so insecure about which is why you didn’t date at all. Even in highschool. You did have crushes here and there but when you confess to them they’d instantly reject you, not even in a feel sorry for you way. They were rude. 

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They’d say things like:

“Hell no you look like a blob”

“ You’re a piggy and I don’t date such an ugly thing”

“Maybe in your next life you’ll be pretty”

“ lose a few pounds and even then maybe not.”

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“ Come on let’s get you ready! You’ll look like a princess once you’re done dressing up.” Momo said. 

You wore a simple but classy red dress Momo created for you. It was short, had a slit to teasy a bit with one strap. Your make up was simple as well. Overall you looked Amazing! The girls dropped you off. You noticed a tall,handsome man with the white and red brooch that matches his hair color. You walked up to him nervously. “S-Senju or should I say Shoto ” you said. He looked down at you shocked. It wasn't that he didn’t like what he was seeing, if anything he was trying to control himself from devouring you. “ Y/n?” he replied smiling. “ Yes. It’s nice to finally meet up with you.” you said. “I lied about my name because…being one of the greatest heroes causes relationship issues.” he said walking inside with you. You were nervous about how dinner would go. “Reservation for Todoroki.” he spoke to the host. The host checked his table. “Yes sir, right this way.” you both followed the host. You were confused on why you were lead to a room with Shoto. “ The waiter will be right with you.” the host said and left, closing the door behind him. It was so beautiful. A private room. Every single detail screamed romantic and sweet. “ Is it to your liking?” Shoto asked as you sat down and he helped you tuck in your chair. “ It’s beautiful. Thank you. You’re very kind.” you replied. He sat down and started looking at the menu and so you did the same. About 20 minutes later the waiter shows up taking out his pad. “ We’ll have Cheesy Potato Croquettes as appetizers. I’ll have Lemony Salmon with potatoes and tensoba. Cold please.” Shoto said then looked over to you. “ I’ll have a lobster risotto,” you said. “ Drinks?” the waiter asked. “ Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Demi-Sec and 1999 Andre Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose” , Shoto said. You trusted him. He knows his champagne. After an hour you were having an amazing meal. You loved the taste of the champagnes and couldn’t get enough and so while you ate the more champagne you craved. Shoto was concerned about how much you drank. “Uh you should take it easy. It might not taste strong but it sure is.” he said. “ S’fine I’m not a lightweight. I swear.” you replied. Biggest lie. You guys had to leave through the back and since you were too drunk to speak correctly he had no other choice than to bring you to his house to spend the night.

You were at his house by 12am. 

Being drunk makes you tell the truth on how you enjoyed the night and how sexy Shoto looks. 

“ Did I..tell..handsome sexy so much.” you said and hiccuped. He chuckled and opened the door while holding you. “No ma’am you haven’t told me that.” he replied walking in with you. You were getting touchy. Playing with his hair and leaving a peck on his cheek. He set you down. “ Careful now, okay.” he said, locking the door. You looked around walking wobbly. As you were about to fall he caught you. He was tired of holding back and so he kissed you. You let yourself go and allowed him to have all of you. You are a virgin but you thought fuck it why not? He carried you upstairs to his room . The moment was so heated you guys quickly took your clothing off, so desperate for each other. 

“ You’re so cute my baby.” Shoto said, tossing you on the bed.“ Let me claim you.” he whispered in your ear. “ Yes please.” you replied. He reached down to your pussy and played with your clit. You moaned softly. He felt all your wetness dripping onto the bed, spreading your legs further as he pressed a kiss on your pussy. Your cheeks turned red. Eating you out was heaven for him. He hummed as he sucked and slurped so sloppy.. You grinded yourself against his mouth. “Nasty girl. You’re so needy.” he slapped your pretty cunt which made you jump and close your legs. “ Obey me.” he ordered, spreading your legs. Your cunny was aching thinking about the need of being stuffed by him. “P-please. I need you inside of me.” you said with glossy eyes. Your pussy clenched around nothing. He smirked, liking the power he has over you. “ m’kay baby.” he replied, running his tip teasingly at your folds. You whimpered as he finally stuffed your tight cunny making you wince in pain. He groaned. “F-fuck.” you sniffled.  He noticed how very sensitive you are.. There were tears slipping from your eyes. He eventually figured you’re a virgin and he didn’t want your first to be after a 1st date. “ I can't.. I won’t allow this to be your 1st time. It isn’t special.” he said. You nodded. “It hurts.” you cried. You never imagined it being painful then again every woman's  body is different. Even after foreplay some women still aren't relaxed enough to be penetrated. He pulled out carefully. You gripped his arm. “I’m sorry. You must be upset to not receive anything” you spoke as you noticed he was staring. He left and came back with a warm wet cloth. He cleaned you up thoroughly and carefully. You did bleed a bit. “Thank you Shoto.” you spoke. He nodded and tossed the cloth in the trash can. It was definitely a night to remember. You slept comfortably cuddling with him. It felt so natural. The following morning was shocking as you woke up in his arms remembering the event of last night. “Morning y/n. I hope you slept well princess.” he said, giving you a soft kiss. You decided to let fate take over. You smiled feeling happy,“Morning Shoto. I did sleep well." you replied. He couldn't help but carry you and head to the bathroom. You giggled. He was very strong so to him you felt like a feather. "Put me down sho." He refused to obey you. "No ma'am." you pulled his hair lightly. He set you on the counter as he got the bath ready. " Ready for a warm bath?" He asked winking at you, you understood he'd be washing you. You were insecure..no man has ever seen your body, let alone worshiped it. Shoto watched you as you let the warm water surround your body. "You're very beautiful." he commented. You blushed as he started scrubbing your back. " Just so you know. You're mine. Forever." he said kissing you. Your body was trembling with happiness. "Forever." you replied. His heart was beating at a fast pace. He knew that its you he wants to date, to get married someday and have children if you wanted. He wants to raise them and watch them grow into wonderful strong people as you two grow old. He wants forever with you. He kissed you again leaning in closer. He slipped inside the tub. He was drenched as well. Thank goodness this man is stupid rich otherwise there would be water all over the ground. You both laughed, bubbles on your cheeks and foreheads. You began to wash each other up. It was relaxing and intimate.

[dearsnow]

SEDATED

- you and your hookup buddy are looking for vastly different things in life. or, in which you discover that love can be a drug. (natasha “phoenix” trace x fem!reader, angst, alexa play casual by chappell roan & sedated by hozier ⚠️ SEX IS A PROMINENT THEME although it’s not a full explicit smut. 18+ only please)

word count: 1,221

a/n - wowww ok so this might be ooc but whatever, if it’s based on a hozier song it really can’t be that bad 🎉 and this is also my first explicitly 18+ story 💖 minors look away. idk if i’ll ever write actual smut because i would get embarrassed and it’s awkward but you never know <3

You’re her escape. When Natasha presses her lips to the column of your neck, your hands carding through her loose hair, it’s like nothing else in the world matters. She can pull you close, feeling your heartbeat against her own as her hand slips down underneath your panties. She can shiver under the heat of your quickening breath. She can pull sounds from your lips that no one else has ever managed to. The best part is that when you’re a mess underneath her, she can’t think of anything but you.

She has a lot to distract herself from, currently. Every training session pushes her harder and every additional deployment seems to become longer and tougher. Everything in her screams bloody murder when she stops to think about the work she’s doing and the lives that are at risk. It certainly doesn’t help that her father just passed away, right before she met you.

When she saw you in that bar, with your dress just short enough to get her riled up and heels just high enough to make you look unbearably sexy, she knew she needed to get in your pants. Unfortunately for you, your pants were the only thing she wanted. You were just what she needed to distract herself.

Natasha walked up to you as you were ordering a drink from the woman behind the counter, who you later learned was named Penny. She nodded to Penny and purred, “Put that on my tab.”

You turned around, eyebrows slightly furrowed in a way that made Natasha’s pulse pump faster. “Hello.” You weren’t mad that this gorgeous woman had just forcibly paid for your drink, but you were more wondering why.

“Hey.” She pulled a stool close to you and sat down, her thigh sliding between the gap in your own. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” Ah, flirting.

The line was cheesy and the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop a broad smile from working its way up your face. “Waiting for another beautiful woman to sit down next to me. Now that you’re here, I think that goal has been checked off.”

You fell head over heels that night.

When she’s taking you apart with her mouth, fingers, anything, your heart stutters her name. She’s so giving, like her entire goal is to make your legs shake so badly she’ll have to carry you to the bathroom. The few times she’s allowed you to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and press your own fingers into her warmth, you feel like this is what you want to do for the rest of your life.

Natasha is gorgeous and fiery and bold, but never once has she made you feel unsafe. It’s like she’s completely in tune with everything that makes you tick— everything that you so hopelessly need.

Despite this, despite how desperately you want her to stay, she always leaves. It’s a ritual at this point; you have sex, she kisses you on the forehead, she dresses and uses the bathroom, and then walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards. You feel yourself breaking every single time.

“Natasha,” you whisper, pulling your bedsheets up to cover your exposed chest, “can you stay? Please, just this once.”

She turns around, already clothed. The look in her eyes is hard, like bedrock that hasn’t been dug up. Your gaze is sad in comparison. “I can’t.”

The lights in your room are dim. They soften her features, and as you reach to pull a shirt over your head, you almost believe that her expression may turn sweet yet. Almost.

“Why not?” You question. God, she thinks, you’re making this so hard. She can’t stay. If she stays, she won’t be able to come back again. Don’t you understand that? If she forms one more connection, one more goddamn person that she cares about, she thinks she might shatter.

She watches you pull up a pair of shorts, too, over your new, clean underwear. “Because I can’t. It’s better if we never cross that line, okay? We can fuck, but anything more than that just won’t work out.”

“And why is that, Nat? Do you just not like me enough to have a real relationship?” She can hear the challenge in your voice.

“Don’t call me that.” She states, opening your bedroom door with the intention to leave. “I can’t do anything serious.”

There’s anger pooling in your stomach. You understand not wanting a relationship, trust me, you do. But her tone is taut with curtness, like she doesn’t want to waste words on you. Like she never viewed you as a person, just a warm body. “And I can’t do what we’ve been doing anymore. I want you, Natasha, and if we’re just going to fuck around without ever finding out, I’m done.”

“Then we’re done.” She says simply. You feel something inside of you snap.

“Why is it that you just want me to play with? I thought there was at least some sense of care. I’m… I’m not going to stop you, but I need a reason.”

She sighs, turning around to face you. It’s night outside, far past the hour that anyone should be driving. Far past the hour that people should leave by. “You, this, what we’ve been doing sedates shit. Sex sedates shit. It’s an escape, alright? If I start actually liking you, that distraction is gone, and I’ll have to go back to square one.” She spits. There’s a certain vulnerability in her expression, one you never noticed before. “I really need that escape right now.”

Her last sentence is quiet, almost whispered. You reach out to touch her, and she flinches away. “Is the stability of a relationship not enough of an escape?”

She shakes her head, tight-lipped.

“I just wish you had told me sooner.” You falter.

She crosses your house with ease, pausing just long enough to hear your words and reply. “If I had, would you still have fucked me?”

It hurts. It hurts so bad you think if your legs had been any weaker, they would have given out from the sheer weight of her words. She never liked you, never wanted you. It all but presses you into the floor. You reach around her to unlock your front door, eyes brimming with tears. “No.”

She hesitates before stepping out. “Then I’m glad we had fun while we could. You’ll find what you want someday.”

“I wanted it to be you.” You’re crying now, and she looks at you like you’re a puppy with footprints on its haunches. It’s pity, pure pity. She gives you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I never did.”

With that, she steps out into the night, and you watch her go. When she gets into her car and drives away, you close your door with your back and slide down its wood paneling.

Sobs wrack your body as you bring your knees up to your chest. She was what you looked forward to in the mornings, and you were what she looked forward to in the dead of night. For once, you yourself feel like you might need some sedation.

It’s too bad that your only shot at it just walked away.

Taglist: @seitmai

[eds6ngel]

hi, b!

i love your account and i saw that you’re okay with writing smut.

i was thinking it’s eddie and reader’s first time and he’s really soft with her? maybe he’s worried about her losing feelings or of him messing everything up by his inexperience?

thank you! <3

hey darling!! i actually made them both virgins in this, just to amp up the sweetness <33 (and because i have no experience at all) also, i made this a part 2 to my 'new girl' fic, so if you wanna check out part 1, you can read it here!!

warnings: SMUT. fem!afab!reader. p in v. fingering. handjob. blowjob. cunnilingus. lots of kissing. sex talk outside of the smut. basically just your basic sex stuff. swearing. vulgar language. fluff. comfort. established relationship. r is 18, eddie is 20 [4.1k].

You and Eddie have been dating for three months by this point. You had done the most that normal horny teenagers had done: kissing, making out, grinding, hell, you even tried your part at having sex. However, it didn’t go successfully the first time.

The both of you had no idea what to do. Eddie condoms expired, so you agreed to do it without one, which was mistake number one. You weren’t wet enough whatsoever, the both of you skipping all foreplay. And to top it all off, Eddie pushed in all the way without thinking, causing you to scream out in pain and call it quits for the night.

Since then, you both avoided ridding of any clothes closely tied to a sexual nature, the pair of you scared to death that your mutual lack of knowledge was going to cause harm again.

You and Eddie both agreed that the failed first attempt was not going to be classed as your ‘first time,’ despite what society would try and argue against. You both wanted it to feel special, the relationship going strong so far, a failed ‘first time’ not ruining that for you.

You actually went out to the library both together and on separate occasions to research about sex. Eddie’s first recommendation was to sit down and watch porn together, you having to explain that in no shape or form would a woman in real life ever want to live out the fake fantasy of a porn film. Besides, it was also a very fucking weird thing to do.

Hawkins was a very religious town, you searching high and low for anything that didn’t bring up the topic of abstinence. And even when looking past that, the woman’s pleasure was always disregarded, the term ‘submit’ popping up more times than you and Eddie would like to recall. With you just turning 18 and Eddie 20, Hawkins Library gave you permission to access the restricted section, much to a very pleased Eddie. You had to keep him on track most of the time, Eddie getting distracted by the mature content.

“Baby, come on. We’re looking for books on sex, not Satanism.”

With even the restricted books being more sanitised than you would’ve liked, at least some of the authors knew what they were talking about, especially the female ones, to no surprise. You learnt about safety, to foreplay, to pleasure points, to techniques, your joint knowledge growing by the minute.

It had been around a month of research for the two of you, preparing for whenever the appropriate time would be to try again.

Which was tonight.

You and Eddie were sat on his couch watching a cheesy horror flick, Wayne working a night shift, leaving the two of you in the trailer alone, with no interruptions.

You were lying on Eddie’s lap, his ringed hand mindlessly threading through your hair as you focused on the killer slashing the victims on screen, fake blood pouring out of them as they perished to the ground.

“Babe?” you pipe up, Eddie humming in response, “How’s research been going?”

Eddie chuckles as you both look at each other, “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“We’re studying sources to learn new facts, sounds like research to me,” you smile.

Eddie kisses the crown of your head, “Just doesn’t sound very manly, does it? ‘What have you been up to recently Eddie?’” he says, putting on an overexaggerated posh accent, “’Oh nothing much, just researching how to have sex with my girlfriend.’ People would think I’m insane, sweetheart.”

You shift yourself so you are lying on your stomach, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck and shrugging, “You can make anything sound manly babe. You could word in a way such as ‘I’ve been reading up on ways to pleasure my girl better.’ That’s such a hotter way to put it.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Yeah,” he drags out, “But, I’m not looking into how to make the sex better, I’m looking into how to even start having it.”

“Better than most people,” you reply, “Many of my friends have told me that they don’t even get to cum when they have sex with their boyfriends. At least you’re trying.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of sex?” Eddie asks, as if a stupid question, “To make your girl feel good?”

“Unfortunately baby, most men just have sex for themselves. They just want the feeling of a vagina wrapped around their dick.”

Even though the two of you had a horrific first attempt, you were both still very sex positive. Just because you didn’t have it didn’t mean you were in any way uncomfortable talking about it.

“Stupid,” Eddie mumbles with a shake of his head, “They could just jerk themselves off for the same effect, stop wasting a girl’s time.”

“Is that what you do?” you tease him, “Just in between the research, you have a ten minute jerking break?”

“I get hot and bothered sometimes, okay?” he laughs, “There’s some very graphic images in there. S’hard to concentrate.”

And from your position sitting in his lap, it might not just be the research that gets him that way. “You sure you’re not feeling the same way now, baby?” you purr, looking deep into his eyes.

He groans slightly as you grind your hips into his, “Jesus sweetheart, if I wasn’t already before, I definitely am now.”

Your lips connected together in a passionate kiss, the pair of you grinding into each other as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. This was something you’d done before. As your relationship developed, you realised how easy it was to dissect society’s words surrounding sex. If it were society defining your relationship by its standards, you two would’ve technically lost your virginities to each other in the first month of the relationship. Grinding was a simple task to get the two of you going, even making each other cum by it. It was just further than that where you guys had an issue, which is why both still class yourselves as virgins.

As you break apart, you lift Eddie’s shirt off, him doing the same to you, looking into your eyes, asking, “Are we really about to do this?”

“I’m game if you’re game,” you reply.

He smirks, “Baby, I’m always game.”

You giggle as you begin to litter kisses down his neck, him moaning out as you find his sweet spot, his hands gripping tighter at your waist. You make a trail down his chest to his stomach, him gripping your hair as you do so, his head falling back against the couch. There was just something about your lips that were so intoxicating to him.

You reach the waistband of his pants, Eddie switching into his grey sweatpants the minute he stepped into his trailer. He was a metalhead at heart, but keeping up the physical appearance wasn’t always the comfiest.

He lifts himself up, allowing you to pull down the sweatpants, his white and blue checkered boxers on show, a visible bump from where he had gotten hard from the mere mention of you talking about sex. He hates to admit it, but this happened every time, you had just failed to notice.

You look up at him with the softest look in eyes, making sure that he was comfortable with you going further. As every book said: consent was key.

“Yeah, sweetheart, take ‘em off,” he verbalises, you nodding as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing free in front of you. You look up at him with a glint of worry, Eddie immediately taking notice. “It’s all about practice, okay? It’s you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it regardless.”

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Eddie already groaning above you by the mere feeling of your touch on his body. “I, um—” you stutter out, “Do I just go up and down?”

“Yeah, babe, just—” he wraps his hand around yours, the size difference sending shivers down his spine as he moves your hand in the same motion he would when he’s on his own. Yet, the slight change of you doing it in comparison to him made it all the more enjoyable. It was true what they said: it was the person, not the action.

He shudders as you begin to create a steady rhythm, you asking, “Is this good?”

He sighs, “Nothing could be better than this baby, thank you. God, fuck,” he moans out. However, what shocked him was how quick you became accustomed to him, the feeling of your tongue licking up the side of his shaft sending shivers down his spine. “Jesus fucking Christ, God.”

In your head, you were trying to recall the steps that the book you read taught you, trying your best not to mess up and cause your boyfriend to become uncomfortable. You lick the tip of his dick, seeing that Eddie loudly moans out at the feeling, hearing him say, “Just like that baby, take it down further.”

And so you do, hollowing out your cheeks as you take him into your mouth, Eddie grabbing your hair into a ball as he lightly guides you up and down, giving him maximum pleasure. You look up at him with innocent eyes, continuing to bob your head, Eddie swearing he just died and went to heaven.

He can feel his balls tightening up, Eddie yelling out, “Baby, wait, wait!” in a manner that came across a little too panicked, causing you to immediately jump off of him.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak out, beginning to ramble, “Did I get you with my teeth? Or was I too rough? God, I was probably too rough, wasn’t I—”

But, your nervous state gets cut off by Eddie grabbing your chin and pulling you into a soft kiss, you instantly cupping his cheek back. As you part, he leans your forehead against his, “It was nothing you did sweetheart, don’t worry. I just… don’t wanna cum yet,” he shyly smiles.

“Oh,” you giggle softly, “Okay.”

He kisses your cheek, making trail down your neck, “But, I do think it’s your turn to cum for me, sweetheart.”

You whimper at his words, the eagerness oozing from his throat. “Can we, um… go to your bedroom though? This is technically Wayne’s bed after all.”

Eddie chuckles, “Yeah, I don’t think he’d be too happy with that.” He shocks you by lifting you up underneath his arms, laughing to himself as he guides you to his bedroom.

As he kicks open the door with his foot, he carries you over to the bed, placing you down gently and hovering over you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “You’ve given me all your love sweetheart, I’m here to give you mine.”

He litters kisses all over your chest and collarbones, sucking a little to visibly show that you belong to him. Nobody else was gonna get his girl.

Despite your eyes being closed, basking in the pleasure of his soft lips on your skin, you feel him reach around the back of you, trying his hardest to unclasp your bra.

Helping him out, you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling at him, “You need help with that, my love?”

“No, no, I got it,” he grits out, trying to get the hooks to come apart. “Why the hell is this so difficult?”

You giggle into his neck, deciding to press little kisses there as a form of distraction.

“Baby, don’t tease me. I’m struggling enough here.”

You laugh as you reach around yourself, pushing his hands out of the way and instantly un-hooking your bra, tossing it onto the floor.

Eddie can’t be drawn away from your breasts, his eyes practically bulging at the sight, his mouth agape. “I… um…” he stutters out, “I was gonna ask how you did that, but your tits baby… Holy shit.”

And no word of a lie, your boyfriend does grabby hands, like a child in a candy store, “Please can I touch them? Please let me touch them… Oh my God.”

You cup his face with your hands, smiling, “You can do whatever you want with them, my love.”

He breathes out, shakes his hands as he mutters, “Okay.” He pushes your breasts together, massaging them in his hands as he genuinely gawks, “Jesus… They’re perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck…”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as a ‘Thank you,’ Eddie rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, a loud whine escaping your mouth.

He stops his motions, “That feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “It’s sensitive. Keep doing that.”

And he does exactly that, flicking over them, surprised that such a simple action could cause so much pleasure for you. “You need to go braless more baby, holy shit.”

“If I knew you would’ve had this reaction, I would’ve shown you them sooner,” you giggle.

“Better than any porn magazine I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, leaning in and taking your left breast into his mouth, him pulling on your nipple, letting go with a pop. “Who needs porn when I can have you?”

“I better see the ones under your bed gone by tomorrow then,” you smirk back at him.

“Easiest decision I’ll ever make.”

He traces his thumbs over the sides of your hips as he makes a trail down from your cleavage to the bottom of your stomach, tugging at your belt, a much easier task for him than your difficult bra.

He pulls down your jeans, adding them to the increasing pile on the floor. The next thing surprises you, Eddie beginning to laugh as he places his head down on top of your cloth-covered pussy, his hair tickling the bottom of your stomach. “Shit.”

You laugh too, despite not knowing what he was giggling about, he was just infectious like that. “What, my love?” you ask with a smile.

“Took off your bra before I got to see the matching set on you,” he frowns over-dramatically.

You thread your fingers through his curls, “I’ll give you a fashion show one day.”

“That day better fuckin’ hurry the hell up,” he grumbles, delicately taking your panties off of your body, him not wanting to wreck them for the future fashion show you had just planned.

“Okay, he mumbles, situating his head between your legs, “I’ve heard that eating you out gets you wetter, so can I do that?”

You sigh happily, “Tell you what baby, we’ll do the colour coding system, okay? I’m giving you permission to do whatever you like. If I find myself uncomfortable at any point, I’ll say either ‘orange’ or ‘red.’ Deal?”

He nods, “Yeah, deal…” sighing out, “I’m sorry if I mess this up.”

You smile lovingly, “It’s you baby. You could be totally shit at this and I would love it regardless. Just like you said to me,” you reassure him.

“Well, I learnt some techniques anyway, now I get to put them to practice.”

You laugh as you hear him sigh out, “Relax baby, you got this.”

He nods, “Yeah… I got this.”

He takes his tongue and moves it straight up your pussy, causing you to push your legs in and let out a loud whine. “That easy, huh?” Eddie smirks.

You give him the same wide smirk back, “Depends on whether you can make me cum or not.”

“Challenge accepted,” he replies, moving up towards your clit and flicking it up and down, causing you to moan out in pleasure, “Eddie, fuck. Just like that baby.”

That spur encouraged Eddie to speed up his movements, flipping between an up and down motion to a side to side one, you grabbing onto and tugging at his hair, him discovering a new kink as he moans out loudly.

Eddie takes his middle finger and moves it down your folds, collecting your slick and pushing it into your hole, you immediately clenching around him as he sucks on your clit.

“Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, keep doing that and you’ll make me cum,” you truthfully whine out.

“God, sweetheart, already?” he asks, speeding up the movement of his finger as he tries his best not to rut against the bed, relieving the uncomfortability of his dick straining in his boxers.

“I’m an easy girl to impress,” you sigh out, giggling at your own statement and how truthful it actually was.

Without a doubt in your mind, you begin to rut against his face, trying to get yourself to the edge as quickly as possible, which was evidently working.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum,” you mewl out.

Eddie drills his finger in and out of your pussy, sucking on your clit and shaking his head back and forth, sending you into a spiral as you fall over the edge, whining out, “Eddie, I’m cumming, fuck!”

As you come down back to reality, Eddie looks up at you, gripping tightly onto your thighs, a smile on his face as your juices drip down from his mouth, falling off of his chin. “Fuck me baby, I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I’ve never cum that hard before,” you sigh out, still relieving in the height of your orgasm, “Guess it really is the person, not the action.” Exactly what he thought.

He licks up most of the juices on his face, crawling back up to you and connecting your lips in a soft kiss, you humming as you say, “I taste better on your lips.”

Eddie groans out at your words, “I’d love to be sweet with you and all angel, but I really need to be inside you right now.”

You nod, “Then do that,” you smile back, “I noticed you got a new packet of condoms the other week.”

He leans over to his beside table and rips open the packet, replying, “Yeah… Well, I felt like my research was coming to an end.”

He takes out the condom and rolls it onto his dick, pinching the end and looking down at you, “You want it just like this or—?”

“Extra lube? Just in case?” you ask nervously, Eddie nodding as he reaches over to grab the bottle and squirts some on top of the condom, rubbing it over the entirety of it, making sure it would be comfortable for the initial entrance.

This was the part you were most nervous about. This was where it all went wrong last time. But, you took the pre-cautions. You were already wet, Eddie had a condom on, and it was well lubricated. Eddie was a little over average in terms of length, which increased your worries. But, on the flip side, a little under on the girth, the part that would make the stretch worse if he was bigger.

Eddie lines himself up with your pussy, leaning his forehead against yours, whispering, “Please sweetheart, I beg of you, use that colour coding system. I’ve heard it hurts for most women, but it should soon fade away, okay?”

You breathe out, “Okay… I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

And that was the conformation he needed, slowly pushing into you, letting you take in the feeling and get yourself comfortable. “You doing okay?” he asks.

And for you, it wasn’t even that bad. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones, you don’t know, but it was more of a mild discomfort from the stretch rather than a sharp pain that the research told you. But again, Eddie being under average in his girth may have helped, something you were thankful for compared to how most women would have judged that.

“It’s actually not that bad,” you smile, “Just keep going slow, okay? We haven’t even gotten halfway yet.”

“Okay,” he nods, pushing in another two inches, the discomfort becoming a little bit stronger as you predicted, but not unbearable. It actually caused you to moan a little, something Eddie had been doing the second his dick pushed half an inch into your vagina.

“Only a bit more, okay sweetheart?” he says softly, you nodding as he slowly pushes in the final three inches, the discomfort subsiding into pleasure as you whine out.

“Fuck…” Eddie moans, “You are so incredibly tight.”

You giggle, causing yourself to clench around him, a growl erupting from his throat. God, he was vocal, and you loved every second of it.

“You can start moving now, my love.”

This was now where Eddie basically took over, his inexperience making him nervous, especially with how much he hurt you the last time. He wanted this time to be special. This was gonna be the first time for both of you, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin that. He needed this to be perfect with the girl he loved.

He tried his best to find a steady rhythm, but was struggling. It felt good, but he sighed out frustratedly, you noticing his change in demeanour, “Baby, look at me. Just go in and out, don’t worry about being fast or anything. Just set a pace,” you tell him, cupping his cheeks.

“Yeah. In and out,” he mumbles, slowly pushing in and out, the two of you moaning in sync as he repeats his motion, before he finds himself a rhythm that you both enjoy, noted by a series of whines an groans.

“That’s it, you got it baby,” you say, supported by a sigh.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he groans out, deciding that he could speed up now that he found a good rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, your head falling back against the pillows on Eddie’s bed.

You had always heard that wrapping your legs around your partner’s back would somehow push them even deeper, sending women spiralling down the route of an orgasm.

So, you tried it, reaching your legs around Eddie’s waist, pulling him in closer, hitting something at the back of your pussy that you could only describe as mind-blowing. “Harder, Eddie, please!”

And so he complied, pushing himself both deeper and harder into you, the boy falling apart on top of you. You could only imagine how good this felt for him.

But, once he changed angles, it was over for you. This is what the G-spot must’ve been. You could feel his dick sliding across the top of your vagina, hitting a spot that sent shivers down your spine.

The atmosphere was constant skin slapping against skin, a series of “Fucks” and “Shits” being moaned out by the two of you. You were praying to God none of the neighbours in the trailer park could hear any of this.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Eddie chokes out, his pace already faltering as you reply through broken moans, “Me neither baby, cum with me.”

He moves his hand down to rub your clit, making sure you reach your peak since his thrusts were no longer as hard as they were a mere few minutes ago.

That sensation combined with his dick brushing past your G-spot over and over again caused you to see stars, a loud whine erupting from your throat as you choke out, “Baby, I’m cumming!”

The feeling of your orgasm causing your walls to tighten around him pushes him over too, him stuttering before coming to a halt. You can feel his whole body shake against you, a loud groan mixed in with a whine being let out as his dick pulses in your pussy.

As you both come down from your highs, your pants are the only thing heard in the all but silent atmosphere. Eddie smiles, trying to not let himself fall on top of you as he lets out a “Whoa…”

“Yeah, whoa…” you giggle, Eddie slowly pulling out, taking the condom off and tying it up. “Shit, I don’t have a trash can in here…”

You laugh at him, “You don’t have one in here?”

He begins to walk out to the kitchen, yelling back so you can hear, “Why do you think I have all that shit lying around my room, sweetheart?”

As he appears back in the doorway, you’ve tucked yourself under the covers, replying with, “Good point.”

He shows his goofy smile, one where he shows off his teeth. Your favourite kind of smile on him. He tucks himself under the covers with you, the pile of clothes being left in the middle of his room. You could sort that out tomorrow.

Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead as you lay your head on his chest, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes, your mind fading away as the final words you mutter are: “I love you.”

And although you can’t see it, Eddie smiles widely, gripping you tighter as he leans his head on top of yours, whispering back, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

And that was the day he knew, you were definitely a keeper.

i hope you enjoyed this my love! and if anything is inaccurate, don't be afraid to let me know <33

[mysticmellowlove]

The Rock Face and the Saxifrage - Bad Continuation

note; it may be shorter than usual but o o f

word count; 741

warnings; yan male, yandere behaviour, gn reader, dom reader, suggestive content, talk of death, gross behaviour, non-con

"This is bullshit." You exhaled roughly as your body slammed onto the cheap hotel bed. Not only was someone murdered in your dorm but now you had been placed on witness protection and housed temporarily in a hotel... with Bowen.

Said male looked warily over at you, though he seemed to be inching closer and closer every time you huffed. Not only were you forced to stay in a hotel with him but there was only one bed. The whole one bed thing was something reserved for cheesy romance books and yet here you were, sharing one with your obsessed stalker that had confessed he was an obsessed stalker.

Life couldn't possibly get any more chaotic.

After the woman was found lying dead in the hall everyone had been put under both witness protection as well as suspicion. In order to keep everyone in one place the whole building had been housed temporarily. It was scarily close to isolating, something you thought you'd never have to do again.

"Well... at least we'll definitely be able to get our project done." Your head turned comically slow as you looked over at Bowen. His mouth seemed to spread into a grimace at the intense disdain you were directing his way.

"Why are you talking to me." A huff escaped your mouth as you folded your arms behind your head. At least the pillows were sort of plush, in other hotels they were always as flat as a board. If you were going to be forced to stay in a room with this psycho then you may as well be comfortable.

Before you could settle in any more a weight pressed into your wrists as Bowen swung his leg around your body. Before you could scream out in surprise his other hand covered your mouth as he lowered his head so it was level with yours.

"It can't be that bad, can it? We have all the time in the world now. I'm sure the investigation will take a while. We better get more... acquainted with each other." Like a switch Bowen's voice dropped and a malicious look crossed his expression. The weight of his body on yours was incredibly apparent as you tried to shift him off of you.

Seeing that you had at least calmed down enough to not scream his hand left your mouth, his tongue darted out to lick the condensation from his palm. You cringed back at the sight of the love-drunk man.

"Get off of me." While you were trying to keep your cool a slight waver entered your voice. He looked defenceless, small, and yet here he was pinning you down. His eyes flickered up to yours as a groan left him. He sunk down and slotted his head in the space between your head and shoulder.

"But I don't want to." A shiver racked through your body as the warmth of his breath made goosebumps rise on your neck. His lips peppered chaste kisses to the skin there, occasionally he would suck down and his teeth would gently graze over you.

"Bowen..." Before you could finish your sentence he groaned deep and low at the sound of his name leaving your mouth. His pelvis ground down into your own, eliciting a spark of pleasure to shoot through you.

Your eyes widened and in a moment of strength you managed to flip your bodies so that he was lying on his side. Heat rose to your face as you glared at him. He didn't seem to mind though as his eyes glazed over.

"Promise I'll treat you good, promise I'll be good. All you have to do is give yourself up to me." His voice came out whispered, his lips slick from trailing them over your skin. The cold air on your neck told you just how much fun he had.

You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over to the significantly uncomfortable-looking chair. He perked up as well, his hand reaching out to you before it went to rest at his side.

"Go to sleep." You mumbled before dropping your weight onto the chair. He seemed to want to ask you why you weren't in the bed with him but his question was answered as you flicked the light off and plunged the room into darkness.

"I said go to sleep." And he did.

[hype-blue-fixation]

RadioRose Day 2 - First Meeting - "One Man's Trash is Another Woman's Treasure"

(A little silly and a cheesy title but I enjoyed it lol. I'll put in on AO3 at some point)

About 1,750 words

Many fear death, but death is often the gateway to a new life.

It had been a quiet night. Peacefully shoveling dirt as he prepared to bury the body. Guided only by the moonlight. When this was over, he planned to go home to his Mama’s cooking and live life a little happier and safer than before. Now that the monster at his feet was slain.

A split second gunshot was all he heard as his peaceful plans were blown away. Suddenly the sky turned bright red. Air rushed past. He realized he was falling. The fall broke with a breathtaking pain and metallic crash; a crash so loud that it set every nerve in his body on fire. More sensory overstimulation attacked him in the nose. Powerful stenches of rotting bodies and dead animals. The pain of it all settled in. Whole body aching, head throbbing, feeling like nothing more than a toddler’s toy after a long day of play. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. It hurt merely to be awake. Given that he was awake at all and this wasn’t some nightmarish fever dream.

After suffering for a few moments, he began twitching to life. Everything was dark except for one sliver of light over his body and the black bugs underneath him. He came to realize they were trash bags. How ironic that he was the one being disposed of. The thought made him smile, but then he realized that he was already smiling. His cheeks were hurting already…had he been smiling the entire time? When he felt over his face, he was shocked to feel pointed claws on his hands. Then he felt down his body. Not a stitch of clothing to be found, only fur, which the sliver of light revealed to be a blend of black and red. 

Just how much had changed? He moved his legs, finding that they bent in unusual places. And when he wiggled his toes, there were no toes to be found. Only two giant nails clicking together on his newfound hooves. A panicked scream welled up in his throat, but he couldn’t afford to scream. Instead it forced its way out in panting breaths. What was going on? Too much change. Too many sensations and questions. Sights, smells, feelings, textures, thoughts. He wanted it all to stop. Hoped that it was a dream. But it felt too real.

The sound of footsteps and muffled, distant conversations somehow reached his ears. How could he hear so much? What monsters lurked on the outside? He never thought a dumpster would be his place of refuge. But he got the feeling it couldn’t be as safe as he hoped when the footsteps got louder. He barely had time to respond before the sliver of light slid into a whole window beating down in his face. In the window was the silhouette of a woman. Most of her was shadowed, but he could see pale skin and snowy white hair tucked back in a bouffant.

“Ma’am, where am I?” He tried to sound civil, but his voice cracked with nerves.

The woman chuckled. “You’re in my trash, darling!” Her voice was full of energy and charm as she settled down a black bag. Almost making it like a stairway out of the dirty pit. “It’s not often I find fresh meat out here! Please! Come on out!”

He clumsily climbed toward the window, not at all used to his new body and the weird ways it moved. Barely had he come halfway out did he see her for what she was. A demon. Smile full of shining white teeth. Empty eye sockets. Claws and hands drenched with fresh blood. An instinct inside told him that he was next. Sending him scrambling backward, cushioned only by bags of rot. But she wasn’t phased. An ominous statue staring at his displays. Despite her appearances, her peaceful voice reached out to him with genuine care.

“Are you hungry?”

As if her words commanded him, his stomach let out a betraying growl. How could he possibly be hungry at a time like this? Surrounded by so much danger and squalor? Despite his internal panic, she continued to be sympathetic. At least putting on a convincing act of it.

“Take your time to adjust, sweetie. Manifesting in Hell ain’t easy work! I’ll set somethin’ out for you and you get it when you’re ready. Alrighty?”

She patted the dumpster and walked off. Her footsteps receding to blend in with the others. Something about her felt familiar. Comforting. Drew him toward her. It had to be some kind of demonic allure. Something to pull him in just so he could be devoured and become like the other rotting flesh being tossed into these bags.

A wary gaze peeked out of the dumpster. He was in an alley, one side seeming to go on into some abysmal darkness while the other side opened up into a town square. Upon climbing out and balancing himself on his wobbling hooves, he found his nose no longer bombarded by stench. Now his ears and eyes were the ones to take the hits. The town held an oddly familiar spirit about it. Alive with people tending daily business, rambunctious children, lively outdoor conversation, rolling shop carts with hollering salesmen, shoes clicking on pavement. Every little sound made way inside his head to the point that it sounded like one big symphony of static noise. Like a radio when a storm is blowing.

He grabbed for his ears in the usual place, only to find that they weren’t there. He felt around his head until he touched up two furry tufts on the top. Were these his ears now? Squishing them down seemed to help muffle the onslaught of noise. His eyes were still on the lookout, making observations of these strange people. Just like the woman he met, they all shared hollow eyes, a lack of a nose, a 1900’s style of fashion, and a bright sharp-toothed smile. An unsettling feeling creeped up inside him. Was he also one of them? 

First he felt around his eyes. Relief washed over him when he realized they weren’t empty sockets. He also had his nose that his mom often called cute and pretended to steal. But then his fingers went down to his mouth, where the painful smile still pasted his face, and inside it were giant fangs that fit together like puzzle pieces. Then the pressing issue of nakedness. The fur made him more decent than any animal, but he still felt unexplainably bare. Especially compared to the demons around him who could afford posh suits, classy dress shirts, and sweeping dresses. They might find him deplorable and hunt him down just like the man who sent him here in the first place.

Looking up around the corner, he could see a sign that read Rosie’s Emporium. In front was a small sitting area with umbrella tables. The woman who met him, the one he assumed to be Rosie, sat at one. The nearest table had a plate of food waiting and a gown draped over the seat. The newly manifested sinner glanced at the gifts, around the town, and back. They all seemed too caught up in their chatter and activities to pay him much mind. Like a shy animal, he slowly tiptoed out. Often stepping down wrong on his hoof, awkwardly stumbling along like a baby deer.

Rosie stifled her laughter as he stepped. Endeared by his effort to walk and take a seat in his new body, like a child learning new things. She smiled as he lifted the gown to look it over. Poke and sniff at it, as if a trap hid inside. He finally pulled it on. The fabric draped nearly to the ground. It felt silky against his body, and he couldn’t help but feel it between his claws. The fidgeting helped calm his nerves. Suddenly this world of new sights, smells, and sounds felt manageable. He buried his face deep in the fabric. Rubbed it over his cheeks and purred softly. It distracted him from noticing that the woman appeared right beside him.

“Do you like it, little fawn?” Her voice startled him into the floor with a deer-like bleat. A sound he didn’t even know he could make. “Aww! Did I scare you? I’m sorry!” her hand reached out and he backed away. Shaking uncontrollably. She pulled back and waited for him to recover in his own time. Being understanding. Gentle. When he stood up, she took a bite off his plate. “See? It’s not poisoned. You need to eat before it gets cold.”

He hesitantly sat on the opposite side of the table and pulled the food closer. One bite. Another. A strange sort of rabid hunger overtook him. The meal disappeared. He didn’t realize how much time passed or what a mess he’d made until he saw the juice and visceral on his hands and dripping down from his face. Deep shame and embarrassment shown red on his face. “Oh my– I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t be! It’s normal for a newborn cannibal to be munchy on their first day! You’re a growing boy!” Her lightheartedness took all the awkwardness out of the situation. He didn’t bother moving away when she reached across the table with a napkin, wiping the mess off his face. Soon his hands were in hers as she cleaned between his fingers. A level of care he’d only found in one other person. A person who was closest to him, but stuck on the other side of life. Someone he was supposed to go home to, share dinner, and kiss goodnight. Someone whose heart would break when her little boy didn’t come home tonight.

“Your name is Rosie, correct?” His voice sounded much calmer now. Anyone with the same spirit as his mother couldn’t be that evil.

“You’re very observant, young man! What can I call you?” she chimed and held his hands softly. Like a caregiver holding the hands of someone else’s child. Welcoming them under her wing.

“Alastor.”

More than saying his name, it felt like signing a contract. Selling his soul to someone who would treasure it and see him as one of her own. He was like a child again, with a lot to learn and plenty of space to grow. And just like his mother raised a gentleman, Rosie could raise an Overlord.

[heartbreakgrill]

soo, i've an idea for an one shot if you would like to write it.

I was thinking about a Pedro Pascal x reader where the reader is making dinner while is listening some music, and it comes Pedro that wants to "help" them, but the two end up dancing and singing instead of cooking or something like that; yk just Pedro being all flirty and cheesy as always.

Idk if that sounds good but that's what i was thinking about.

dancing in the kitchen; pedro pascal.

a/n: i really hope you enjoy! not super long, but very fluffy <3

"what's on the menu this evening, esposa?"

pedro's voice from the doorway caught your attention. you looked up from the recipe your phone, focused expression growing into a grin.

"hi, baby," you replied as you set down your phone and shuffled over to him.

pedro slid his arms around your waist, and yours came to rest over his shoulders, fingers tugging at the hair curling down his neck. pedro pushed into you, bending you backwards with kisses to your neck, face, hair. you giggled into his shoulder, pushing back until you were straightened in the air.

"stooooop," you complained, though you didn't actually mean it.

pedro groaned in satisfaction that he had you back in his arms. "never! i missed my beautiful woman."

after all these years together, you couldn't help but blush. "oh, i missed you too, baby. however, my stomach is already screaming at me, and i've got to get this recipe going."

pedro squeezed you tighter to his chest, pressing another kiss to your forehead. then, he left you go, "alright, alright. i'm gonna go get showered."

"good, you stink," you jested and poked his side.

pedro gave you a warning look, finger pointed towards you. "watch it, esposa."

raising your hands in a playfully defensive stature, you giggled again, before turning back to the counter. you heard him shuffling up the stairs as you refocused on the recipe.

with a shuffle to your playlist, you began gathering the ingredients needed. just when you finished chopping up the vegetables needed, pedro padded back into the kitchen, shaking out his wet hair with his hands.

you grinned, “feel better?”

“i do,” he rounded the kitchen island, socks shuffling against the floor, and wrapped his arms around you. pedro nuzzled his nose into your neck, peppering kisses to your skin. cornered against the counter, you shoved all of the vegetables into a bowl.

“honey,” you whined and pushed your back begrudgingly against his chest. “i’ve gotta get this going.”

“here, let me,” he quickly took the bowl from you and placed himself at the stove.

“no, go relax!” you turned after him in an attempt to steal back the bowl.

pedro held it above your head, wagging a finger in your face. “i don’t think so, pretty girl. go work on something else.”

“whatever,” you rolled your eyes. before you could walk away, he grabbed the waistband of your apron with two fingers, tugging you back against him.

he smashed a kiss against your cheek, and you giggled at the ticklish display. pedro squeezed you, tight, and let you go. you did as he said, working on another portion of the food, swaying the music playing on your phone.

pedro sang under his breath from his station at the stove. you hummed, too, more so focused on your dancing. soon, his voice carried closer to you, “yeah, get it, mama!”

his chest pressed against your back, and he swayed side to side with you, singing loudly. you giggled and your head landed on his shoulder. he peered down at you and sang sweetly, pointed finger keeping your chin back.

you let go of the spoon in your hand, grabbed his, and kept dancing. pedro spun you around to face him, pulled you close. he held your waist, and your other hand, while your other landed next to your chin on his shoulder. pedro’s left leg intruded your own, ensuring your hips stayed on his, as you moved side to side.

you laughed as his terrible singing filled the kitchen. soon, the song trailed off. you thought you were done dancing until your guys’ favorite slow song ramped up. pedro pulled you back against him, a happy grin growing out of his surprise.

“oh, esposa,” he murmured.

you giggled, pulling your head back to look at him, “what?”

“i just can’t wait to marry you,” he shrugged, a silly expression on his grinning face.

you blushed, deeply, “well, what are you waiting for?”

pedro tugged you back to him, a pep in his step. “oh, just wait. i have…plans.”

the oven started beeping then, and you stepped away from one another to plate dinner. as you were sitting down at the table, glass of wine to your lips, you hesitated from taking a drink.

you looked to pedro, drawing your brows together, “why haven’t you ever said anything?” pedro stabbed a piece of broccoli and paused before it reached his mouth. you continued, “ i mean, i’ve always known. but…we’ve just never realistically talked about it.”

pedro shrugged, a nonchalant frown on his face, “i call you esposa everyday. and it means wife, so…it was always realistic to me.” you sat there stunned, a pleased smile on your face.

it was always realistic to you, too.

[fandomhcs]

dating/marrying abigail would include:

monster hunting dates? monster hunting dates.

abigail craves adventure. despite her parent's wishes, she would 100% join the adventurer's guild with you. whether she's fully ready for it or not.

need a protector while you're picking away at a hunk of copper? abigail's already on it, chopping a giant bug in half before you even know it's there.

sometimes she still gets a little scared in the mines, but with you by her side her fear slowly starts to fade. the two of you protect each other, and protect the valley as well. she thinks about it sometimes, what would happen if the monsters in the woods or in the mines wander into town. what would happen if something caught jas outside by herself? or evelyn? she starts to keep a closer eye on everyone at night. not quite patrolling, she tells herself. but whenever she's out at night searching for frogs or stargazing she make sure to check for any signs of danger.

farm life is boring in comparison, but she does sometimes enjoy the peace and quiet of it. she does realize that sometimes she needs to slow down and rest, the farm, and by extension you, help her do that without feeling guilty about it.

on rainy days or days where you two just want to stay inside, you guys will pile onto the couch and play countless levels of journey of the prairie king. one of these days, she's going to beat it all on her own. she swears.

the two of you could spend an entire day playing games, with an endless supply of snacks and drinks to fuel your efforts. but beware, she's competitive when she wants to be and she'll rub it in your face for days when she beats you at any game.

whenever you win, she'll pretend to be salty about it until you give her kisses.

she'll tell you all about how she used to sneak out and come explore the farm before you moved in, about how she used to wield sticks as swords and play fight with sebastian and sam. they'd make this place their own little fantasy world, and now her fantasy has become a reality. sure, it's been cleaned up a little and it's full of cows and pigs instead of dragons and demons, but the farm is still hers to conquer. often she'll give you a heart attack while you're watering your crops by screaming at you from the top of an apple tree. nothing delights her more than your shriek of terror.

living away from her parents has allowed her to bloom into the woman she wanted to be. she has the space to explore, to find adventure, to run wild. she doesn't say it much, but she feels like she owes it all to you. the second you moved in you changed everything for her, and she loves you so much it crushes her sometimes.

whenever she's sitting by the pond playing her flute she finds that she ends up missing you sitting beside her on the harp. the sound of just her flute somehow doesn't seem right anymore, she misses the sound of you playing beside her. the two of you together, that's the music that fills her heart. so often she'll drag you away from your farm work just to rest beside her, to relax and let your music enchant the farmlands.

the first time you ever set up a picnic for the two of you on the summit she thought she was going to die. such sweetness made her heart catch in her chest. she isn't the best with expressing how much she loves you. it's too cheesy, to mushy, too private. but sometimes the small, simple things you do to show her how much you love her just bring tears to her eyes. which usually leads to her tackling you into a hug and whispering how much she loves you into your chest.

she'll often feed the animals for you. almost all of them love her, except for the turtle you adopted. ol' terry gives abigail the side eye every time she fills up his water bowl. she isn't sure what she's done to make him hate her, but the turtle constantly snips at her ankles when she gets near.

due to the dangerous nature of your trips to the mines and skull cavern, abigail learned how to make life elixir's just for you. she couldn't imagine how she'd feel it something ever happened to you, so she decided to do what she could to help keep you safe.

she befriends a cow. don't question it, she just does. a small calf takes a liking to her and so she named it welwick. it's her best friend.

the two of you meet with sam and sebastian at least once every week at the saloon. she doesn't ever want her friends to feel like she's forgotten about them now that she's moved and gotten into a relationship, so the four of you often hang out. you'll invite them over to the farm, you guys take vacations to ginger island, and once you and abigail even made them go down the mines with you. it ended up with sam in harvey's office bleeding from his forehead, but everybody lived!

abby's just happy with you, happy that you've helped her realize her own strength. the two of you are partners in crime, and a damn good team. she may not always be able to tell you how she feels, but she tries her best to make sure her actions show it.

[221beloved]

Crimes of passion

The corridor was dark, he could barely see the doors that let off to his right and left. He passed the doors on pure instinct, just kept walking. Then he stopped abruptedly and turned to his left. Reluctant, he stretched out his hand to open the door. The door swung open with much more force than it should, revealing another room, pitch black. Slowly, he entered, not knowing what to expect. He stepped forward until he was surrounded by darkness. He could neither see nor hear or smell anything. It was as if he was deprived of all his senses. He didn't like it. His senses were essential to him, they were what made him. In a way...

But suddenly the room was filled with light. His vision was blurred, he still couldn't make out the walls or anything of importance in the room. He turned his head, looking for something, trying to clear his vision, but he couldn't help it. When he turned his gaze forward again, he stood face to face with a woman in a white dress. Mary. She was smiling at him, a cold smile, sweet in its malice. “Mary,” he greeted her, his tone flat. “Sherlock!” Mary sounded as if she was overjoyed to see him. “So glad you're here. You know what's coming sweetheart, do you?” Sherlock had the feeling he knew, but he couldn't quite get it. He frowned. “This is about John, isn't it?” Mary shook her head in disappointment. “Oh Sherlock...” she said, like he were a pitiful child. “And people think you are clever... Of course this is about John. Everything is about John.”

Sherlock nodded, his mind strangely foggy. Mary pulled out a gun from behind her back. “Well,” she sighed, “I would have loved to see you stumbling around a bit longer, but... You aren't good for John, you now? He is way too good for you. You don't deserve him, you don't deserve anything like him.” She was speaking in a casual tone, as if she was talking about the weather, absently waving the gun.

“You aren't good for us, for our marriage.” Sherlock swallowed. He knew that, or at least, expected that. Of course he didn't deserve John, how could he. But John continued to visit him, without Sherlock asking him to. He couldn't just deny John his visits, could he? He opened his mouth to ask Mary that, maybe she would know what to do about this, but she stopped him. “Ah, ah, Sherlock,” she sounded scolding. “Don't try to talk your way out of this. Your fate is sealed.” She lifted the gun and aimed at him. “Say goodbye, sweetheart.” And just with that, she pulled the trigger.

At first Sherlock didn't feel anything, then the pain exploded in his chest, washed over his body and made his muscles cramp. He fell backwards onto the floor, graceless, opening his mouth to scream, to try and breathe, but no sound escaped him, no air entered his lungs. His chest was hurting, the pain was nearly unbearable, he felt like he was melting, his entire body was throbbing in pain. He gritted his teeth, trying desperately to breathe, every nerve ending firing signals of agony to his slowly darkening mind. Then Mary leaned over him, smiling down at him. “It is the classic, Sherlock. Don't you know? The crime of passion...” She paused dramatically. “The three of us, and love. So much love. I love him, you love him. Oh, true love. It's so heart-warming, tearful, oh to go down with this love. It's all so cheesy, so trashy, isn't it? Totally overrated. But anyway, it's meant for two, you know. It never works for three. It never could've worked. But now...” She smiled at him, proudly. “Problem solved.”

Sherlock still couldn't breathe, the pain hammering through his chest, his whole body, to his every hair tip. 'But...' he thinks, his thoughts thick and slow. 'But he doesn't even know my feelings. He does not know that I have feelings.' Mary's round eyes were watching him, apparently enjoying his agony, his inability to catch up. 'He does not know I love him, so why-...'

“Oh Sherlock...” Mary said again. “It doesn't matter, you know?” She sighed and looked into the distance, then turned back to his eyes. “It doesn't matter whether he knows or not. You love him. It's inappropriate. It's not good for him, for us. It's not good for me. Do you understand?” Sherlock frowned. He did understand, but he couldn't work with this. He just didn't understand. Of course he knew the crime of passion. Love, unrequited love, jealousy and so on... but Mary? He and John? He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, it was John who was leaning over him, smiling down at him. “Well?” he asked, and Sherlock's entire body jolted with a new wave of pain, even more intense. He wanted to scream, but no sound came over his lips and he wanted to tear the skin from his body. John's smile widened and Sherlock couldn't look at it, couldn't look at John. He wanted to look away, to squeeze his eyes shut, to crawl away, but he couldn't move, the pain in his body intensifying with every passing second. There was no way out, no ending to this scenario, he was-

Sherlock startled awake in his bed. He was breathing heavily, his throat ached, he could feel tears running down his face and the cold sweat covering his body, his heart pounding against his ribs, his hands shaking. He sat up and tried to take some deep breaths. It was alright. He was alright, in his bedroom, he was fine. John was fine. John was fine, he was with Mary. He switched on the light on his night stand and swung his feet out of the bed. Slowly his hands stopped trembling and the pain in his chest was beginning to fade. He rubbed his hands over his face and stood. Maybe a cup of tea would help. John would have made a cup of tea.

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hi ada! it's nice ask week! i hope you don't mind me coming into your inbox!

what are your 3 favorite scenes in lone star?

what's your favorite hobby outside of fandom?

what's your favorite song/album right now?

Hello Rachel; I don't mind at all! I hope life is being kind to you and that hateful messages cease entering your inbox for the rest of time <3

what are your 3 favorite scenes in lone star?

Oh gosh, only three??

Maybe it's cheesy but I love the proposal scene. There's so many layers to it: the fact it was episode 3x18 and TK woke Carlos up at 3:18 in the morning, just after Carlos told TK he can wake him up at 3 a.m. if he needs anything??? I love the red string of fate, I love synchronicity I love soulmates. I also love the fact TK holds Carlos' hands the way he did when he told him they make a pretty good team. I say it all the time, but they really do hold one another like that's the reason God gave them two hands <3 Also the way TK rocks back and forth with excitement? The same way he flipped the ring he was going to propose to Alex with but because of anxiety? If I'm going to love anything it's a reference let me tell you that much!

I have gone out of my way to show people the Lou story line because to this day it might actually be my favorite. It's so miniscule, in a way, in the grand scheme of things but nothing beats TK walking in, posed like this: 🧍‍♂️and asking Carlos if they were robbed. As if the COP would just be sitting in a mess of a living room if they had 😭

Saving Grace is tied with Push as my favorite episode and I'll occasionally think of Grace telling Judd, "You're so tall." and Judd replying with, "You're so beautiful." and feel the need to scream because I LOVE them so much. I have a spin-off I want to write based off a Tarlos AU that's in the work and I can't wait to write them falling in love because I love falling in love with their love.

what's your favorite hobby outside of fandom?

Media consumption seems like the weirdest thing to call a hobby, but truly, that's what it is!

I love watching films that I don't know I'm about to love (Humboldt County, my beloved) , discovering new television shows that rewire my brain (looking at you AMC's Interview with the Vampire), listening to music that feels like sunshine (Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre, you will always be famous) or reading a book that makes me want to bite a brick (A Density of Souls by Christopher Rice ruined my life (affectionately)

If I'm not doing any of that, and this is going to sound so corny, but I write! I've been working on a novella for a little while as I'm trying to prepare something for grad school (that isn't gay firefighter fanfiction lol) and I was working on a book of poetry before realizing that I'm a much stronger narrative fiction writer than I am a poet (Ada Limón if I could just have a sprinkling of your voice please ma'am)

what's your favorite song/album right now?

Album wise it has to be Cowboy Carter. I've been saying it since forever, but Beyoncé truly is on a very different level than any other pop artist we have right now (and I like a lot of them! I loved eternal sunshine and I can not WAIT until Dua drops her third album in May)

If anyone is the music industry right now it is her because she is constantly reinventing herself as well and influencing the industry as whole. Did you know that she's the reason music comes out on Fridays now? Her impact !!

Anyways, one of my favorite genres of music is Classic Country; so think 1950s, 1960s Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Skeeter Davis, Lee Hazlewood, Glen Campbell; that whole bunch.

So, I was so excited to see what Beyoncé was going to cook up because that is a woman who makes sure each and every thing she makes is perfection and my god, it got as close as any of her work has gotten so far.

It also features an interpolation of Good Vibratations by The Beach Boys, who's one of my favorite artists so it feels like this album was made specifically with me in mind. Here's hoping Act III is rock because I need to hear her with Jack White again.

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              𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

                      First Impression

Warning: gore, angst, a lot of aggressiveness cuz yes. This is a vary long post too! So- uhh.. be prepared to read a lot!

Pairings: Mansk

synopsis: your an albino reader, who was reborn on pandora, and you meet someone you wished you could have met sooner..

      It hurt.. It hurt so much. The bruises and gushing wounds felt like they were beating, aching, throbbing waves of pain that echoed throughout you're body, you're once lively doe eyes were now replaced with eyes more dull than a corpse. Eyelashes sticking together as the redness in them, had a slight itch to them from crying so much.

Some of the wounds were deeper than others, the red sticky liquid seeped out of you're fresh wounds. As for others.. they where deep, deep enough that it looked life threatening,

Blood had stained your hair as your vision had began to blur,

   The sounds around you start to fade in

      And out.. one of the last things you see is someone rushing twords your limp body, reaching out to touch you before being hesitant from how much damage your body took, they attempted to apply pressure to one of the wounds.. but there where too meny, and so big... and it only caused you more pain, as two rough hands pushed into your abdomen.

  ..You were tired. So vary tired...

         ..You really wanted to close your eyes.

      

              So..

                          So..

             

                                    ..Badly..

You wanted to scream, to yell out the words you so desperately wanted to get off your chest, like the rocks that made your heart feel so heavy. Opening your dry lips, attempting to hold back a painful cough, failing miserably as you coughed harshly. Bits of Blood dribbled down the corner of your lips, you only managed to wisp out a whine and a groan,

It was too painful to attempt to scream, or to beg for help.. a part of you knew you where gonna die, and you where scared, you wanted to feel the warmth of your lover again, and stare up at the stars with him. God that sounded so cheesy.. or maybe try that God awful drink that made your face scrunch up in disgust, as you remembered his lovely laugh.

     fresh hot tears poured from you're eyes like a waterfall. Coughing in choking on you're own saliva and blood as you're cries where pathetic whimpers in moans..

  A warm hand pressed against your head, hearing the person sob, "I'm sorry" and a "please hang on! They're almost here..!" Lolling your head to the side, you only managed to wisp out "I'm sorry.." your voice was so raspy, felt drier than a desert..

              "Keep... your ey... ope..n"

    was all you heard,

            ..god You felt so cold..

                                oh so vary cold..

  Your eyes drifted shut, as the thought of sleep sounded so wonderful. Like tasting something sweet, for the first time..

      

            The blissful feeling of sleep washed over your weak body..

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        The cries of a baby wept through the room.. ears pinned back as your tiny form squirmed in the persons grasp. Blood and slime clung to your weak form.. soft grayish stripes and pale white skin had caught them off guard... you where.. albino,

     After being cleaned up and in your mothers grasp, fast asleep as another hand gently caresses your head. The woman holding you looked a lot like you, but she was a deep blue, her stripes being a hint darker. Her hair was vary long, and so curly. a few braids with jewelry where attached to some of the braids, the crown of her hair was pulled back into meny braids. The curls would occasionally wiggle and bounce ever so slightly as she moved and turned her head in body

     Years had passed and you where only 10 when it happened, your father had told you to go help your cousin with collecting some herbs. Your cousin was vary tall in lanky, he was skinnier than most of the other Na'vi you've seen. His braided hair fell below his shoulders, his skin was much darker, giving off a purplish hue. Just from being exposed to the sun for so long. His piercing yellow eyes where so pretty, especially his right eye. Which was half blue, half yellow, He always seemed so tired, but was the most energetic Na'vi you've met. But he was also the most kindest and most patient boy you've met yet,

     

       "Oh my Eywa! Atańwyr!!" You gasped as his cold fingers touched the back of your neck unexpectedly. Making you flinch away, he let out a soft laugh. You huffed at him "that was so unfair! I wasn't expecting it!" You yelled at him. Placing a hand on the back of your neck gently rubbing it "well, you must expect the unexpected. If you really want to be a  mighty warrior. Cousin," you pouted at him "still! Your hands are so cold!" Letting your hand fall to your side, "but we should be heading back now. We got what we needed Atań" you smiled brightly your other hand was pressing a basket up against your hip. Full of herbs, and a few fruits that where saved for yourself. He nodded in agreement as he bent down to grab his basket, after picking it up. He walked down a trail, you followed right behind him. Your tail swaying in a happy manner, your little spots had a faint glow to them. They seemed to just glow from how much of a good mood you where in, as you both drew closer to the village you called home, black smoke was seen in the distance. Which made Atańwyr stop, causing you to bump into him. "Ack- sorry!-.. wait.. why did you stop?" You moved a step back as you spoke, your big eyes moving over to the spot he looked at "smoke.." was all he muttered, you dropped your basket and started to sprint twords the smoke, as you drew closer, the bigger it got. "Nonono-" was all you managed to whimper out as tears pricked your eyes.. once you got close enough, you saw that the great tree was taken down.. and there.. there was so much fire, that the dark clouds of ash continued to thicken by the second. Atańwyr was next to you in seconds, his basket was also abandoned you felt your knees grow weak like jelly, as your hands clamped over your mouth, his hand was on your shoulder, as he pulled you into a tight hug. A cry of pain in sorrow ripped through your throat without mercy, as hot tears spilt from your eyes. Your cousin tried his best to comfort you, he helped you onto your knees as he had knelt down next to you. Pressing your head against his chest, in an attempt to shield you. All you could do was watch.. as your home was being destroyed, yelling and hollering was heard in the distance. Along with those dreadful sounds of metal hitting the ground or grinding against each other.. demons was all you thought before standing, and grabbing your cousins hand pulling on it "Atańwyr! We must run! Come! Please!" You begged. As he complied with your action,

      You both ran for your lifes, some of the yelling only grew louder. You couldn't understand what the hell they where saying, but you definitely didn't wanna find out.

         Your lungs burned and ached, begging for you to stop as the pain in your legs grew stronger. You couldn't stop, not now! You had to run away, but.. Time seemed to slow.. Where when you ran, they only drew closer

    It was getting harder to move, suddenly everything went black, your hand that was holding your cousins felt empty. Turning back, you where alone.. in the dark, "A-Atań?!.." you yelled out. Gasping for air, "(Y/n).." a raspy voice called out.. "h-help.. me.." they spoke, you turned around, to see your cousin on the ground, blood srounded his body. Two deep slash marks over his eyes where gushing blood.. falling to your knees, you reached out to him "Atańwyr..! Atań! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please hang on!!" You grabbed one of his hands, blood smearing onto your skin, hot tears burning your cheeks as you stared down at his bleed body. Suddenly, he lunged at you, his hands grasping your shoulders tightly as you stared into his ruined eyes.. "its your fault!" He snapped "w-what..?" Was all you muttered before he snapped at you "Your fault!! You should have died.. not them," you sat there in shock, not knowing what to say "you shouldn't have left me.. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT ME" his voice was harsh as blood spewed out of his mouth violently, before he was suddenly dragged away into the darkness.. and so where you, you tried to hold onto his hand but his slipped out of yours.. you wanted to yell, scream.. but you couldn't, not even a whimper left your lips..

          ..Crack

                            ..Crack

                                            snap..

You turned your head to see your mother's mangled corpse in front of you, her face was a centimeter away from yours,

  She opened her mouth, as she suddenly let out a blood curdling scream that ripped through her throat.

     Jolting up from your hammock, panting softly, sitting up as you leaned forward.. sweating bullets as you brought a hand to your face.. "I really hate nightmares.." you muttered softly pulling the blanket off your body, you where shaking so badly, this had to be the worst nightmare you had so far. You threw your legs off the side of the hammock before standing up. You where much older now, a young adult to be more specific. Running your hands through your hair, you walked over too that old mirror you had. It was a gift.. from demons, it was useful yes, but.. you despised them with a great passion, Looking into that old mirror, your hair was a mess, groaning softly, an annoyed expression rested apon your features

  A wooden comb was on a small stand, so you picked it up an began the painful process of brushing your hair out, and styling it. After taking care of your hair, and putting something decent on. You exited the tent, you lived with a small group of other Na'vi, some where reef people, others where one's you'd see in the forest, then there's a few ash people. You guys wouldn't necessarily call yourselves a clan, and wasn't big enough to be one either. But it was like a family of sorts. the Olo'eyktan of this.. makeshift clan of sorts, was your cousin. Atańwyr, he was an amazing leader, but the thing is.. he's blind And there's nothing wrong with that, but you did feel vary sorry for him. Or occasionally got vary worried about him, because he's all thats left of your family. So you couldn't help but worry for him sometimes,

You lived up in the hallelujah mountains, it was amazingly beautiful in all, but.. your home was much prettier. Seeing Eywa blessing the skys with meny colors as the sunlight started to rise, or seeing the tall forest that pulled at your heart strings when you saw new life being born again.. but, no matter what, you couldn't help but miss home..

Sighing softly, you walked over to the edge. Looking outside, wondering what time it was, the sun had just started to rise. "A new day" you muttered to yourself, "indeed, isn't beautiful?" A voice asked you from behind. A yelp slipped through your voice as you quickly turned around. It was your cousin "oh my Eywa! Atań. Stop sneaking up behind me!" You whispered yelled, since most of the group was still asleep. Your ears twitched in annoyance as you let out a small huff, he had chucked softly, his body was covered in pearls, and shiny purple and black stones, occasional lava rock beads in his hair or around the base of his neck. He wore two arm bands, one was carved from somesort of shell.. you forgot what the reef people called it, but it was vary colorful, bits of every color looked like it was melted into the silver bits of it, all you knew was that it basically came from somesort of clam. The other one was the one you had made him, the patterns and beads matched the one you wore, you made that when you where just 15. He also had a weaved cloth that hung over his shoulders, it looked similar to a net design, it was black, with a hint of white in some of the string. With more lava rock, pearls, and a few shells. Along side some other bits of beads where woven into it, they would softly clank together as he moved.

A part of you was surprised that he wore thats old arm band still "I see your still wearing that old thing." You spoke, he smiled softly, walking closer. Some light brushed over his face, he had wore a dark red cloth over his eyes, covering those ugly scars, that you still feel guilty for. He chucked lightly before placing a cold hand onto your shoulder "you made it, and I treasure it. More than you'll ever know," wrapping the arm around your other shoulder, he pulled you into a hug. And you wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder, "I know you miss home.. we all do," he pulled back, you where a bit confused, "what?- how did you-" you pulled back as he did, his hand moving back to its original place on your body, "I don't think you'll ever understand. But please, you should worry more about yourself." He spoke softly, his voice was as gentle as waves rocking back in forth against the sand, the roughness in his voice always reminded you of two rough rocks grinding against each other. And ever since he healed from his wounds, he said that Eywa had grazed him with her touch. Usually you wouldn't believe him, but he was always right, always honest. Never lied or did anything bad, "righht.. but, I still don't know what to do." You looked back at the sky, something was telling you to leave, but why? You couldn't leave your cousin, but you wanted to go see the world for what it really was. "You.. you're having a battle in your mind, thoughts clashing together like viperwolfs fighting for a small scrap of food." He turned to look at what you where looking at, letting his hand drop down. "You should listen to your heart," he turned his head to look at you. "You should follow your heart, there's someone waiting for you." What? Now you where even more confused, "what." Was all you mustered, looking back at him with disbelief, "You heard me." You crossed you arms, your tail wrapped lazily around your ankle "so.. your saying I should leave, find what I'm looking for, and I'll be at peace??" You said in a vary confused tone, he chuckled softly "its more than that. You'll understand when you began your journey." He smiled before turning away "you should start packing. You must not keep them waiting" you didn't even get a chance to say something as he walked away, you heard an ikran flap its wings, it grew closer and closer. So you turned around, seeing your little baby. Well, they where huge. Much bigger than an avrage ikran, but as it landed on the edge, they moved closer to you, you held out your hands to caress their head "there's my little beast" you spoke softly, they groaned softly before letting out a strange purr. Nuzzling against your chest as you laid a kiss on their head. Pulling back you went to pack, like your cousin had asked.

       It felt like hours had passed..

             ..Unsure if you needed this or that.

  "That took so long!" You complained groaned softly, Leaning back as you raised your arms to stretch them before letting them drop to your sides, you had changed your outfit for more appropriate attire to ride an ikran. A reef Na'vi had helped you pack, and made sure your ikran was also well geared up. That screeching bird was always freindly to everyone. Probably even humans if you'd meet one, walking up to them, you smiled as they nuzzled their head against you. You in return gave them chin scratches, and a few head pats. Hearing a familiar clanking sound. And the sounds of beads and shells clanking to gather, you already knew who it was. Raising your head, you brought your hand to your forehead. Fingers pressed together as you moved your hand down, greeting your cousin, a small smile grazed his head as he dipped his head in scknowledgment "(Y/n).. ill miss you greatly" he walked closer, his staff had a large crystal in it, the wood of the staff had weaved around it. As markings and string hung from it, with a few beads here in there. He placed a hand on your shoulder "and I'll miss you too cousin." You placed a hand on his wrist.. smiling softly, he pulled back, and so did you. "Well, I guess this is a Farwell." You hopped onto your Ikran after making the queue,

"shall I see you one day?" He spoke, you smiled in response, your sharp canines showed "indeed, I'll return with a gift maybe" you joked, he chucked softly. Pulling your goggles down, you let out a cry, signaling your Ikran to turn and dive down into the sky.

  You've been flying for so long..

       It was in the middle of the day. And you didn't know where the fuck you where,

You both where hungry and tired. You where flying over a thick forest, you didn't know if you would find anything good, but you had to try. So, flying down into the thick forest, "hang on my little beast. We'll get some food, and a nice rest." You readied your bow. And having a arrow ready "hmm, does viperwolf sound good to you?" You spoke softly as your Ikran twisted and turned. Flapping their mighty wings every few seconds, they had let out a soft growl. You had a much stronger connection to your Ikran than others. You two seemed to have a bond made up of trust more than the physical bond that connects you to the flying beast.

Seeing something move you locked your eyes onto it, ready to shoot. Instinctively your Ikran moved lower, so you could get a better shot it turned out to be a small pack of viperwolfs.. aiming your bow, before releasing the arrow. The arrow flu with speed, jabbing into the viperwolf, it let out a pained howl as the other scattered. Your Ikran landed onto the ground as you hopped off, pulling your queue away from the Ikrans, before running over to the heavily wounded Viperwolf.. kneling down, you pulled the arrow out before muttering the chant. As you pulled out your knife, the one your father had given you, it was a bit big for you. But you didn't mind, as you chanted, you placed your hand onto the creatures side before stabbing its heart. Ending their suffering, placing your knife back in it's sheth, and arrow back, and picked up the viperwolf

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     The sounds of a crackling and snapping of the fire echoed, your Ikran was ripping up, and eating half of the meat you had given them, and you got the other half. You ate your food. "Where should we go next, hm?" They lifted their head to only huff at you in response, before continuing to violently rip and tear at the meat before continuing to eat. You let out a soft sigh,

               as soon as the sun rised, it fell back down again.. enveloping the world with darkness, as the plants and animals began to glow..

   You always enjoyed the nights, staring up at the stars, while leaned up against your sleeping Ikran. Your freckles had glowed brightly in the darkness, gently lighting up your features. Your eyes grew heavy as your tail occasionally twitched and wiggled as it layed over your legs. The sound of sleep sounded so wonderful.. as you feel your body drifting away..

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          Blood stained your hands.. you.. you where covered in blood, the liquid was sticky, slowly dripping off of your body. Giving you this itchy feeling that occasionally appears, looking down, your knees felt like jelly.. it hurt to breathe, it felt like acid was placed in your lungs, there was a knife.. the knife you had.. blood was surrounding your feet, turning your head, you saw it.

     The bodies.. the bodies of humans, and those... those awful dream walkers. Some looked better than others, limps missing. Ribcages ripped open without mercy. Some even had their eyes gashed out, or their tounges cut out. Turning back you saw.. yourself? But.. Younger, they looked horrified, tears running down their cheeks, you reached out your hand. But they flinched away, like something burned them. You pulled away, stumbling back.. looking down at the puddle of blood, you didn't see yourself.. but- but.. the monster who hurt your brother... that.. that dream walker, looking at your hands, you had five fingers suddenly. Paniced you tripped and fell back,

     But instead of feeling the ground, you felt as if you fell off a cliff.

   Jolting awake yet again, you gasped for that sweet crisp air. Like it was your first breath in this world, you didn't feel the warmth of your Ikran.. panic setting in your body as you shot up, becoming light headed and fuzzy visioned for a few seconds.. before looking all around you "(N/n)??!" You called out, "come back! Where are you my little (N/n)!!?" You continued to yell out as you walked forward. You heard chuckling, you turned to look, not that far above you, you saw your Ikrams tail swaying happily. Letting out a breath of relief climbing up the rock, to see who your Ikran befriended.. you had a soft smile pulling at your lips. "Hah! Sorry. They're really freindly-" as you pulled yourself over the edge. You saw him.. your smile dropping, your ears pinned to your head, you quickly hopped onto your feet pulling out your knife. Hissing aggressively at the dream walker in front of you. He wore those strange green pants and what where those tan colored things on his hands? And what in Eywa was on his face.. they covered his eyes, where they like goggles you wore when you rode your Ikran? Breaking away from your thoughts as he raised his hands in defense and took a step back. "Woah there!" was all he said. You growled in response, you knew some English, thanks to your lovely cousin. In broken English you spoke "who.. who are you?" You spoke, its been years since you've spoken that evil language. But something in him changed, at first he was a little spooked. Before freezing in place.. "y-you.. you look just like them.." he muttered, you where stunned. What did he just say? Echoed throughout your mind like a stone being dropped into a lake, as the water rippled. "w-who?"  You spoke out in confusion, not letting your guard down "this.. this can't be, y-you.. no- it can't be you. You should be back home.. n-not here" your face scrunched up in confusion. You suddenly rushed at him,

Tackling him to the ground, your Ikran screeched in the background as you pinned his biceps to the ground by using your legs. He choked out a gasp, you pressed a hand to his forehead and the blade of your knife pressed against his neck.

but you knew enough that you looked like someone he knew, and strangely.. something felt familiar about him, but you chocked it up to be being nervous and a little spooked by his presence..

        ..maybe Atańwyr knows...

Oi! Let me know if you'd like more of this! I had it in my drafts for a while. So after editing it a bit, I posted it. Hope you guys enjoy!

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