#*gripping you by the shoulders* do you see my vision

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

A Different Kind of Feeling (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader)

What it do ya’ll?! Uh so I’m currently suffering through ovulation pains (Yay!😭)! So here’s Simon taking care of that for reader and experiencing his own version of it! If it seems all over the place it’s because I wrote this tipsy!

Warnings: NSFW, language, MDNI

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Ghost didn’t know what he was expecting when he got home, but hearing moans coming from the bedroom wasn’t it. His brain was expecting to find the worst situation, you with another man. He knew that was impossible though his brain told him it wasn’t.

What he was not expecting to find however was you, naked as the day and bouncing on a toy. A sheen of sweat already glistening on your skin in the low light of the room, moans passing through your pretty lips and so lost in the pleasure.

”S’ all this then, luv?” The surprised moan that left your mouth as you stopped bouncing on the toy but continued to grind on it as you looked at him over your shoulder. “I-ah! I’m ovulating…mmh! S-started on my own cuz y-you weren’t…Oh! You weren’t here!” The rustling of clothes could be heard through your moans, you looked as though you were struggling to reach the high you so desperately wanted.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes as you were explaining and before you knew it he was laid on his back, already transferring you from your toy to his cock. Didn’t need prep, you’d done enough for him, your pussy sloppy and glistening. You were a vision of beauty, moaning and whimpering as he sunk you onto him, eyes closing in pleasure. He groaned as their hips met.

You wouldn’t last long, you knew that. You’d been unconsciously edging yourself and now sitting on the source of all your thoughts you were closer than when you were riding the toy. Simon had wasted no time, hands planted on your hips and moving you at a brutal pace, the head of his cock hitting all the right spots. His eyes trained on you as he bounced your soft body on him, your moans ringing through his ears were damn near pornographic but no less sweet.

He could feel you tightening up around him, he knew you were close. Your moans got louder, you tried and failed to form sentences but he was just too good, hitting deep on all the right spots, yet you still tried. Tried to tell him you were coming. “Simon! Oh, oh my god! It-it feels different! Ah!” He kept going, his body felt hot all over, like he had a fever. Like if he took his mask off all the way it would be soaked through, what was happening?

”Thas’ right baby girl, cum on my cock yeah?” His pace picked up, hands gripping you so tight there would be bruises. When you finished your moan was loud; eyes rolled to the back of your skull, head thrown back in ecstasy. Your body jolted and there was a considerable wetness soaking his lap, running down his hips and dripping onto the bed. You had squirted and he felt his brain halt to a full stop, his face and chest were surly red and not just from the scratch marks you had left behind; his skull felt like it was gonna burst into flames. He didn’t even know you were capable of squirting.

He fucked you through the aftershocks of your hardest orgasm and you were positively seeing stars, you had to have been because he definitely was. Star struck at the fact you looked like you were in a different world at that moment. He slowed down as you slumped forward onto his chest gulping down air like your life depended on it.

He turned you over so that you lay under him now, hair spread like a halo. You looked every bit the goddess you were to him. Chest still heaving you wrapped your arms tiredly around his neck, pulling him into a passionate make out session. “M-more. Please Simon, want more of you. Wanna be full of you.” Simon didn’t need to be told twice, not with the way you were making an undulating motion around his cock with your insides, clenching and unclenching around him. He hitched your legs up around his shoulders putting you in a mating press before going back to work.

His hips pistoned into your’s, his grunts and groans gaining volume as he continued. Your nails dug into his shoulders and the pain was welcome, mixing with the pleasure he was experiencing. He didn’t know it could be like this, he felt like he was on fire. Is this what baby fever felt like? The ovulation you always say hurts so bad but he’ll find you holding your sides and laughing through the pain like a maniac?

”Fuck baby! Your pussy feels like a vice, s’ so tight, so wet.” You tightened around him, the tell tale sign that you were close again, “Yes! Yes Simon, oh god! So good! S’ so big, want you to fill me up!” His brain felt like it was melting. His cock twitched hearing your cries and whimpers, your plea for him to release inside you sending him into overdrive. “How can I deny you when you ask so pretty, dove?” With one hand tightening around your thigh and the other gripping the headboard for dear life he plunged into you with abandon.

”Simon! Simon! Yes! Yesyesyesyes! Please fill me up! Wanna feel you cum inside me! AH!” Simon’s hips slammed into your’s and halted, his head thrown back, groan louder than ever. The head of his cock pressed against your cervix pumping his release into you, filling your womb as you came around him again. “Fuck! Mm, yes baby that’s it! Take my fuckin cum!” He fucked you through both of your guys’ orgasms, your eyes teary and wet, whimpers passing through your lips as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

As the both of you came down from your highs Simon removed his hand from the headboard, now splintered from his grip, to grab the back of your head and bring you into a sweltering kiss. Chests heaving and sweaty, you both laid there for a while, Simon’s cock plugging you up, still big even when he was soft. “Holy shit that was…hah that was amazing Simon.” You gave him a tender kiss and softly exclaimed your love for him before saying you needed to use the restroom.

Begrudgingly he removed himself from your gummy walls and let you wobble off towards the bathroom after he got an eyeful of his release leaking out of your lovingly abused cunt. As he heard you moving around in the bathroom he sat there on the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened. “What kind of bloody spell?” The buzzing noise from the floor drew him out of his thoughts. Looking at the text that came through, it was Garrick asking if he was still coming to the pub with them. Guess he’d be havin a chat with the lads about this.

You came back out dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties before laying yourself on the bed next to him and pulling him back in for a kiss. “Welcome home, Simon.” “Hell of a welcome, Love.” You giggled and kissed his cheek. He left for the shower to wash up after letting you know he was gonna head out with the guys, the tired nod said you would be asleep before he left but he made sure to give you a kiss and whisper his goodbye to you before heading out. Maybe he’d have the guys help him pick out a ring too.

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[moody-alcoholic]

Sub Ala Angeli

part 1 - The fall

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Mutilation, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, suicidal ideation.

AN: I hate to be a tease but I will be finishing cross my heart before I commit to this full time.

enjoy <3

You don’t remember the fall.

You don’t remember much after the excruciating pain of your wing being torn. The scream that left your throat felt strange. You’d never experienced pain before, you never experienced the stench of blood. They made sure you felt pain. It was like someone had flipped a switch inside you, there were all these new emotions: Sadness, pain, fear. 

Fear was the worst, the thump of your heart racing in your chest, the tears clouding your vision as you listened to your fate being decided. 

Exile. 

It had been decades since an angel had been exiled to Earth, most are sent below to the depths of hell to live among the demons they became traitors to. Your crime was different, your crime was forgivable. All it would cost you was a wing and to live among the humans you were sworn to protect.

Live a righteous life and the gates of heaven would open again. 

One wing is left as a reminder, the other is taken to stop you coming back until they say you can.

You don’t know where you are, you're laid on your stomach, the ground is wet, you’re in a forest. It’s cold, you're naked, your body exposed to the elements. You can feel the wound on your back throbbing, blood trickling down your side. You let out a sob turning to your side and pulling your knees up to your chest. 

You can’t even use your other wing to cover yourself. It hurts too much. It doesn’t matter anyway you’re already soaked. You watch as beams of sunlight break through the trees. The sound of the rain hitting the ground around you is strangely comforting. 

Maybe you’ll just lay here and die. Die of exposure or whatever new conditions you’re vulnerable to. At least when you die there'll be no more pain. 

Hopefully.

…

The snap of a branch jolts you awake. It’s dark now, your body shivers, goosebumps have risen on your skin. Your lip starts to quiver, your fingers and feet hurt to move.

“I’m sure it was this way.” You hear a voice, a sob escapes your throat. If people find you they might hurt you. 

“Johnny this is a waste of time, there’s nothing here. We’ve been looking for hours.” Another voice says. You use all your energy to push your hands into the soft ground trying to force your body up. A groan leaves your throat, everything hurts.

“What was that?”

“Probably a fox or something. We should get back, it’s already dark.” 

Your back throbs, each movement sends a stabbing pain through you. You can’t hold yourself up, you have no energy, you’re too injured. 

Maybe these strangers are your only hope, or maybe they’ll give you a quick death. Your body slams back on the ground and you let out a yelp, tears fill your eyes again. 

“Over here!” One of them calls. You see lights breaking through the trees ahead of you. It’s not like the warm glow of the sunlight though. It’s bright and white, harsh causing you to close your eyes. Your mind flicks back to the courtroom, high walls or pure white and gold. 

You let out another sob as the sound of footsteps gets louder. You can’t defend yourself, if they hurt you there’s nothing you can do. You turn back on your side propping yourself up on your elbow. You bring your hand up to block the light, squinting your eyes. 

“Holy shit.” They stop a few meters ahead of you, you slowly lower your arm. One of them steps toward you and you flinch before you can stop yourself. It makes your body throb with pain and you cry out, your hand flys up to grip your shoulder. 

“Okay, okay.” He says backing up. You can’t get a proper look at him, your head is swimming now, your body starts to shake. You let your hand fall as your breathing picks up, a new feeling washes over you. Panic. Maybe you were wrong to trust these people. 

“We’re not going to hurt you.” He says, his arms outstretched palms open, he’s given his torch to the man standing behind him. He unzips his coat, pulling it off and holding it out. “You must be freezing, we can take you somewhere warm.” He says taking a little step towards you. This time you don't flinch. 

He takes another slow step, like he’s trying to move without spooking you. The arm propping you up gives way, your body slams painfully against the wet floor. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth. Warm hands land on you, on your shoulder sending shivers up your spine. 

“Eazy lass, you’re okay.” He says, his voice is calm. Your head swims as he throws the coat over you. You hear the other man moving towards you. You turn your head and look up at the stranger now bent down by your face. He brushes a strand of hair out your eyes and smiles at you. 

You try to smile back, you try to get a good look at him but the light coming from behind him is too bright it stings your vision. Your head throbs as you reach out for him, it uses the last of your energy. You open your mouth to thank him but your body goes limp and everything goes black.

…

You don’t remember being bought here. 

You reach over for the water your hand is shaking as you pick it up and gulp it down. You’ve never been thirsty before, it’s a new feeling, everything is new. You go to stand up, your whole body feels unbalanced and you tip to the side crashing against the bedside table. You knock the glass over and it rolls on the floor smashing.

You wake in bed. You're still naked laid on your stomach. Som is bleeding through the curtains in the room. You look over and see a glass of water on the bedside table. Your body feels stiff, you push yourself up swinging your legs out the bed. Your back hurts, you grit your teeth reaching round to your back. You can feel bandages. 

If they wanted to kill you they would have done it already.

You back away, sumbling round to the end of the bed, your arms and wing stretching out as you try and balance yourself. The room to the door opens and you turn, it causes you to stumble and you fall backwards onto the floor. You let out a yelp as pain shoots through you. 

“Easy, you’re okay.” He says, you look up at him, wrapping your wing around yourself. It hurts pulling on all the muscles in your back, including the ones you won’t need to use anymore. Your breathing picks up, you look at him with wide eyes, trying to hide behind your wing as much as you can. He bends down so he’s on the same level as you. 

He's smiling at you, his head tipped slightly to the side. He has blue eyes and dark hair, he doesn’t look scary. 

“We’re not going to hurt you.” He says as you pull your legs up to your chest. The other man appears in the doorway with his arms crossed. He looks bigger than the guy with the dark hair, his eyebrow creased as he looks at you. He has blonde hair, and big arms, you swallow hard your eyes flicking back to the other guy.

“I’m Johnny, this is Simon.” He says thumbing at the guy behind him. “Do you have a name?” You shake your head.

"What happened to you, were you attacked?” He asks. You shake your head. “We tried to patch you up the best we could. We weren’t quite sure what you needed.” You lower your wing so he can see your face better. His smile gets bigger, he reaches out his hand.

"We thought maybe you could use something to eat? Or a bath?” He says. You feel your stomach rumble, hunger, you’ve never been hungry before. Your hand rests on your stomach. You nod, dropping your wing and reaching out for his hand.

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[velvet-apricots]

Hello I have another little fic here, about Rook being trapped in the fade. Or more accuratly, Emmrich Volkarin reacting immediately after rook being trapped.

The basis of this fanfic is simple! What if Emmrich reacted with rage upon finding out Rook was trapped by Solas? Rage towards Solas and even his friends?

So here we are! 1,043 words. Additional notes are: Harding is alive, as is Davrin. Because I say so.

The eye of the storm collapsed, and knocked them all back, the flash of magic blinding them. Emmrich’s head cracked on the stone ground, his ears ringing and head spinning. He lifted his head, dazed as his eyes tried to see. But the flash blindness obscured his vision. He blinked, sitting himself up. He blinked again, harder this time. The blindness faded a little, a splotchy form kneeling where Ghilan’nain’s body had been. He felt relief for a moment “Rook-“ They stood. The splotchy silhouette was wrong. Too tall, too broad. His blood went cold, still not able to see who it was “Solas what did you do!!” Harding yelled, voice hoarse, voice muffled by the ringing in his ears. Solas? But Solas was- where was Rook? A man's voice spoke, clear and sharp. Familiar and etched into Emmrich’s mind from the memories of a god. “Harding? You are alive? I thought…  It is no matter. I am glad you-“ “You're glad? Glad?! Did you plan for me to die?!” The ground shook. Whether it was Harding’s anger or the Blight, Emmrich could not tell. “What did you do with her?!” Emmrich’s vision cleared. Solas stood where Rook had been, the lyrium dagger in his hand. Harding stood before him, blood soaking one arm and her armor stained by blight, her eyes glowing.

“I am afraid she is gone, trapped by regret in the fade. Rook has made a noble sacrifice, so that I may slay Elgar’nan.” The words hit Emmrich like a punch to the gut. Panic set it, its constricting grip around his throat as he fumbled for his staff, scrambling to his knees.  “I care for you Rook… But there are such years between us. I shouldn't heap you with that burden.” “You’re breaking my heart by worrying.” He had been so worried about himself. So scared to love her. So determined to sabotage his relationship with her, to spare her from the pain of being stuck with him; A terrified, fool of an old man. So terrified he was that he had not even considered that she would be the one gone. His eyes ached and his heart bled.  “Where is she?” Emmrich asked, ignorant to the growing rage of Elgar’nan. Solas turned his gaze on him. His expression looked pitiful and torn. As if he was carrying sorrow on his shoulders.  That only sparked something in Emmrich, an emotion he so rarely had. Rage. “Where is she?!” his voice rose in pitch, cracking as he rose on shaky feet. His face contorting in a furious scowl, tears starting to roll down his face, Emmrich yelled, chest heaving as he swung his staff, firing a missile of magic at the bastard. Solas lifted his hand and blocked it effortlessly. “It is best if you leave. Elgar’nan will kill you all. I shall stop him, and put an end to this.”

”I will not leave until you give her back!” Emmrich threw another spell at him.  “Emmrich-” Harding ran up and grabbed his staff, and he struggled to rip it out of her grip. Solas’s brows furrowed. He opened his mouth. Hesitated, then spoke. “I am sorry. You will never see her again.” “Liar!” Emmrich screamed, shoving Harding back, abandoning his staff and lunging for him with the intention of wrapping his hands around his neck, but then a strong hand grabbed his right bicep, yanking him back.  “Emmrich, we have to go.” Davrin hissed, dragging him back, away from Solas. Emmrich could only yell, kicking and cursing and crying as he kept trying to get at the man that had taken his beloved away. Enraged that he had the audacity to say “sorry”, the gaul to look so pitifully regretful of his actions.  Monster! Demon! Bastard!  He was dragged to the Eluvian, emotions turning into a horrid mix of rage and panic. If he was taken away from this place, then he would not be able to properly trace where she went. It would waste valuable time. “Let me go- I need to-” Davrin’s face was a mask of determination, but his eyes were wet. “No.” “Davrin let me go-” “I am not leaving you here. Rook would kill me if I let you stay and get killed.” Davrin hissed, the others darting through the rippling surface. Neve, Assan, Lucanis, Harding. No Bellara, No Rook. Taash stopped, turning around and motioning their head. “Hurry up!” Davrin continued to ignore Emmrich’s begging, dragging him closer and closer to the mirror, and he turned on the younger man in a panicked rage. Emmrich cursed, pulling his left wrist back and punching Davrin in the jaw, his emerald ring cutting him and leaving a deep gouge. As he pulled his fist back for another punch, Taash ran up and grabbed his other arm. The two of them got him through the eluvian, and Emmrich sank to the floor, watching with growing despair as Tearstone Island faded away to the crossroads. It felt like a dagger slipped through his ribs, twisting in his heart. He shuddered, face contorting as he buried his face in his hands. He sobbed, shoulders heaving as he curled in on himself. He had not been able to apologize.  Harding moved to comfort him, but Davrin grabbed her shoulder. ”You need to be cleaned up or you might get infected. Come on. I will patch you up too.” he led her away, Harding casting a final glance at the sobbing Emmrich. “I need coffee…” Lucanis said, face contorted into a mixture of disgust and sadness.  Taash was silent, fists trembling from how hard they were clenching. Neve was the one who kneeled by Emmrich, her hand resting on his back. Making him shudder. “Emmrich… come on. We will figure this out. We will get Rook and Bellara back.” Emmrich could only sob in response, his hands moving to tangle into his hair. Neve’s hands moved up to squeeze his shoulders, her lips pursed in distress, looking like she too would cry. “Come on. We can't find her without you.” He dragged his hands down his face, jaw clenching as he willed himself to stop sobbing. She was right. He was the fade expert. He was the one who could find her. Even if he could not get to where she was lost… He could find her. He would find her. And he would do whatever it took to do so.

[kayawolfhorse]

The sun sets molten across the server, brushing the horizon in strokes of fiery reds and sickly, lurid golds. Rivulets of light drip sluggishly between the boughs of the dark oaks around Grian and glint against the diamond blade held loose at his side—a mere precaution, in this space between one held breath and the next. The night is young enough to have not yet spawned its monsters, and evenings are an agreed-upon respite this early in the game.

Grian flexes his hand around the sword as he walks. As newly-crafted as it is, the leather grip is still stiff, and it cuts a hard crease into where his time ticks away between the green lines of his palm. The heart and the life lines, he vaguely recalls, working in tandem to cease the pulse at his wrist. Who had told him that? It doesn’t matter.

The din of the day has faded into a buzzing hum that reverberates across Grian’s nerves. His shoulders feel pinched within the confines of the jacket Joel had wrangled him into. The grass doesn’t sound quite right beneath his soles. There is a sense of wrongness that clings to the back of his neck.

“Fancy seeing you here!”

His blade is at Scar’s throat before Grian can register the movement. “Scar!” He lowers his arm and glares. He does not put the sword away. “You can’t do that to a man.”

Scar’s grin is far too crooked to be anything close to the sheepishness he tries to sell it as. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, meaning approximately none of it. “Beautiful day we’re having, isn’t it? Would you just feel that breeze! The air is ripe with opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Uh huh,” Grian says drily. “Were you following me?”

“It’s all coincidences, Grian, all coincidence,” Scar says with a wink. His tinted glasses are perched rather precariously on his face. Behind them, in such low light, his eyes look odd. “I just happened to be in the area! That sword is completely unnecessary, by the way.”

“Do you want something? Is that what this is?”

“Can’t a guy just visit with his favorite bread bridge boy?”

“Bad Boy,” Grian corrects, and immediately wonders why he bothers. “And anyway, I’m hardly on favorite grounds.”

“Oh, nonsense.” Scar waves him away, and his striped shirt—predominantly buttoned for once—ripples with it. “Joel’s definitely crossed off the potential list, we can rule him out. Jimmy and you are about even on the mischief meter, but between you and me, you wear those sunglasses better.”

Grian wrinkles his nose. “They weren’t my idea.”

“And yet here you are, wearing sunglasses after the sun’s gone down.”

“On my head.” Grian gestures at where they’re propped in his hair to emphasize his point. “You’re over here actually wearing yours. Why are they blue, anyway? That’s got to make the world look weird.”

“Oh, they do,” Scar agrees. He slides off his glasses and takes a moment to consider them before, without warning, turning them around and sticking them on Grian’s face.

Grian’s sputtering protest dies in his throat as Scar adjusts where the glasses lay behind his left ear, brushing the shell of it in the process. Scar’s skin is rough with callouses and his touch is gentle. Grian is suddenly, inexplicably warm.

Once satisfied with his work, Scar takes a step back and tilts his head. The blue tint of the glasses does color the world strangely, but every observation of it is taken from Grian’s peripheral; his field of vision seems to have narrowed to encompass Scar alone. Like this, his eyes appear sea-green, and it’s nicer than the near-fluorescent shade his current life gives him, but Grian can’t help but think of kinder worlds and the lovely, lively emerald they bring with them.

“Well?” Scar prompts.

After Grian’s remembered how to breathe, he huffs at Scar. “Now I’m wearing two pairs of stupid glasses—hey!”

Scar steals Grian’s sunglasses and slides them into his own hair, and it’s stupid, really, how well he pulls them off. He strikes a pose and asks, “How do I look?”

“Like an idiot,” Grian deadpans, but the quirk of his lip betrays the straight face he’s trying to keep. This is the problem with Scar: no matter what may lie between them, regardless of the sides they stand on, it never takes Scar long to slip between the barbs of Grian’s scowl and soften the points into a smile.

Scar is entirely too aware of such an issue for Grian’s personal liking, if how his eyes crinkle at the corners is anything to go by. “A matching pair we make, then!”

“Hey, now, don’t go lumping me into this.” Grian’s sure the blue glasses look silly on him without the context of the rest of Scar’s get-up.

From a nearby tree, a spider leaps towards them with its mandibles splayed. Grian strikes it down in two hits; after it disappears, he turns to raise an eyebrow at Scar.

“Maybe the sword had some use,” Scar concedes, “but not against me!”

“We’re both green; I wouldn’t have killed you anyway,” Grian remarks.

“Of course, of course, that comes later.” Scar is easily wry and comfortably teasing.

“Of course.” Grian smirks. The night is dark. The faint, flickering light of a nearby torch illuminates Scar’s lingering smile—a small, private thing, accompanied by a slight pitch in his brow. Grian’s voice comes out lower than he means it to as he says, “Best be getting back, yeah? You wouldn’t want to lose time to some old skeleton.”

“Bedtime waits for no man.” Scar nods. “Especially if you’re teamed with Bdubs.”

Grian laughs. His fingers twitch at his side for something he can’t name but feels twisting in his chest. “Goodnight, Scar.”

“Goodnight, Grian!” With one last flash of his teeth, Scar’s unprotected back recedes further into the forest as he heads for the Clockers’ base. A beat passes, then another, as Grian’s feet remain rooted in place.

Nearby rattling shakes him of his stupor. Sighing, Grian passes a hand over his face as he starts in the direction of the bridge. Belatedly, he realizes he’s still wearing Scar’s glasses.

He folds them carefully into his pocket before he reaches the Bread Bridge. The world’s strangeness no longer has the justification of a filtered view. The stars don’t look quite right above him.

Before beginning the climb to the half-burnt mansion’s roof, Grian lightly touches the glasses’ translucent rim. He does not think about too-green eyes and too-indulgent smiles. He does not think about blood that always stains the same.

He’ll give the glasses back tomorrow.

[rosenclaws]

Do Mutants Dream of Two-Headed Sheep? Prologue || Logan x Cyborg!Reader

Warnings: Body horror, experimentation, reader is in a lot of pain, violence, angst.

a/n: This is the rescue! A preview to the first chapter which should be out sometime next week <3 Short but I hope you enjoy

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Hurts. Hurts so bad. 

Everything hurts. You can’t feel your hands, your legs. You can’t move. Strapped down with cold leather straps. You try to move but you can’t. There’s a ringing in your ears that won’t stop. It’s loud. So loud. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind screams a million things at once. 

Where am I? Get out Get out Get out. I can't move. Help someone help. Who am I? GET OUT!

It takes everything inside of you to open your eyes. Every ounce of willpower is dedicated to what was once a simple task. A bright white light shines in your eyes. You wince as your eyes squint. Your vision is blurry as you try to look around.

As the room comes into focus, so does your hearing. The ringing in your ears quiets as the sounds of destruction and screams fill the void. An alarm is blaring loudly throughout wherever you are. You see steel tables, medical equipment, scans. Fuck where were you.

Why can't you remember anything? Your brain goes fuzzy as you try and recall anything from a few minutes ago. The last memory is pain. So much pain. You start to hear the screaming get closer. 

“Help…” Your voice is raspy as you try to call for anyone. Your throat burns as you speak. Footsteps get closer and closer.

“Please, Help me.” You cry a little louder.

Pain shoots through your body as you try to move your arms. You want to cry, but no tears come. You don’t understand. Suddenly you hear a loud bang. The steel doors bend under the pressure as the banging continues. You cry out in relief as the doors burst open. You see a strange man enter the room.

“Over here!” He calls, his voice sounds so far away. 

Snikt

In your hazy vision you see blades come out of the mans hand. Suddenly the leather straps were gone, cut away. Fear shoots through your heart at the sight of his claws.

No no no, he's going to hurt you. The people with knives, they hurt you.

"Please no don't." You whimper as he comes closer.

“Hey there kid I'm not gonna hurt you okay? We’re gonna get you out of here.” He says.

You groan as he picks you up. You move your left hand, cupping his face. Trying to see who this was, what was going on. And then you move your right hand. Only something feels very wrong. The pain still echoes through your body but only on one side.

“Wait.” You mumble. Pushing yourself out of the man's grip.

He grunts as you push hard with your right hand, sending him stumbling back much to his surprise. You fall from his grasp. A loud clang echoes when you hit the ground. You hear more footsteps, more people, more talking.

“Oh my god.” You hear a voice say in a terrified whisper.

“Kid, you need help.” The man from before says, bending down to whisper in your ear.

You ignore him. Crawling towards a steel pan on the ground. Shakily you lift your right hand. To your horror there is no longer the familiar sight of a human hand.

It’s solid white. Plates of metal make up what was once your skin. Wires connect like veins. You close your fist and open it again. Your eyes trail up your arm. The whole thing is just like your hand. Shiny white metal instead of what was once your soft skin.

You grab the steel pan and hold it up to your face. The image is distorted but you can see yourself clear as day. Half your face is turned into something so, unhuman. Robotic and unnatural.

You lift your other hand, your human hand to your face. You flinch as you touch the cold metal of your cheek. A tear slips down one of your cheeks while your other eye just stares back, cold and empty. You drop the pan in horror. Your mind goes numb as you feel a hand on your shoulder. Someone speaks but you can’t hear them.

They wrap a blanket around you, and lead you outside. They speak to you slowly and carefully, like you’re a wounded animal. They stare at you like you’re a freak. A failed experiment that has stripped you of everything. You are a freak, you are an abomination of bones and metal.

You don’t look at them. Don’t acknowledge a single thing as you stare at the floor. Slowly you lift your head, the man who cut you free sits across from you. Staring at you with hostile eyes. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the warped metal above him.

The blanket falls open, you get a look at your whole body. Half human, half machine. Expect your chest, where your ribs, your heart should be. Is a big gaping hole. Just tubes and wires and metal. 

What have they done to you? 

[shiningsagittarius]

Brain worms in the tags

[nyuheartbreak]

I-Isafrin.....kissing. pweese.

sure anonymous... ty for being the 2nd person even to put something in my inbox inbox is still open (and will always be open) so... kicks my legs like a highschool girl

[fujii-draws]

WILL FOREVER BE SO MENTALLY ILL OVER HOW THESE SCENES ARE BACK-TO-BACK.

[arcsin27]

Please understand my vision I’m begging

[arsonists-oatmeal]

Disclaimer: I havent read the pjo books in ages

I'm thinking about how the fandom did a great job with exploring how Percy's home life was when he was living with Gabe, and I wish to see that level of analysis done with Clarisse. Because I think Clarisse and Percy have a lot more in common then people think. They both had to deal with abusive fathers, and are both under a lot of pressure from their circumstances. They both have an anger, the type that comes from having a shitty dad. The difference in that is that Clarisse chose to express it in a different way then Percy. And like with Percy's home life, I wish the books had explored Clarisse's relationship with Ares more than just a brief scene in the second book to explain why she is an asshole

[that-angry-noldo]

The winter is a quiet, menacing killer.

It does not kill them by blade or poison. It settles in their bones. It eats them from inside out. It makes them shake and tremble.

It is quiet.

The day is bright. The Sun is fair in the sky, though her light does not bring warmth. Around, as far as the sight reaches, is a plain, glimmering wasteland, ice and snow shining and sparkling under the rays of Arien like the most beautiful gems.

It is desolate. (It is not. It is deceiving, and treacherous, and deadly.)

The camp is tense.

People are cold, but they do not hide inside their tents, do not light a fire, do not huddle into their bedrolls. Some try to maintain the calm demeanor. They clean their weapons or hum under their nose; but still, their eyes dart over the white desert with a barely covered nervousness, and their hands shake, just barely noticable, and their pupils are blown wide. Soon enough, they fall silent. Soon enough, they clutch their weapon hard, and bite their lips, and stare into nothingness, their breath hard and shaken.

Someone takes a sharp breath, then bites their hand, teeth digging through the leather. The person sitting close to them shifts, and their attention is now on their fellow; their eyes are those of a hawk ready to grab their pray. The rest of the camp tenses.

The Sun plays on the silent icecaps, mocking in their beauty.

It is quiet, so incredibly quiet. They hear every breath, every movement against the snow. All senses are strained to the point of pain. Pupils blown wide, darting towards the wasteland; ears jerking at the slightest sound, slightest movement; body tense and shaking, ready to dart in any given moment, to attack, to protect, to survive.

Breath becomes ragged. Weapons are clutched more frequently, more tightly. Someone jerks in a sudden movement, alerted by a nonexistent (but so real, so real) threat and the person next to them darts to them, clutches their arms around their chest, muffles their startled yelp with their hand. The hearts beat faster, adrenaline rising to the brain and throbbing in the body, unreleased. The person breaths, jerking, eyes staring at the cold blue sky, tears falling from their eyes and freezing on their face. Their companion holds them tighter, staring at the ground, trying no to think, to think, to think.

The world is quiet. The wasteland is empty. The camp is tense, ready for an attack that does not come, that will come any given second. They tremble.

The scales of invisible beasts mingle with snow, glimmer under the sun, shine as the purest diamonds of the Noldor.

Someone trembles and bites their hand. They are crying.

They do not make a noise.

[absentmoon]

gardener wayne

[thedevotionaltour]

thinking about it. echoplex that is

[rafesangelita]

♡ rafe is tired, but never too tired to have pretty little sheep!reader bouncing on his cock <3

warnings: dealer!rafe, light fluff, sleepy sex, riding & reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, spanking, hair pulling, use of the name ‘daddy’, tit sucking

a/n: sheep!reader has been getting heavily requested.. so ask and you shall receive! i’ll be giving longer fics a small break until my pogue!sweetheart!reader series is done because my brain is actually going to explode lol

nothing felt better than coming home to you after a long day of bullshit and seeing you in nothing but those cute thigh high socks of yours. especially when you were so needy and willing to do all of the work. you’d give rafe what felt like a thousand kisses all over his face, his arms wrapped around your waist as you gushed about how much you missed him and thought about him all day. “yeah? i missed you more.” you’d smile at his words, quickly getting him out of his clothes.

you massaged the tension out of his shoulders and left trails of kisses along his skin, your boyfriend growing more relaxed as your skilled hands worked to get him unwinded. by the time you were finished, he was barely able to keep his eyes open, his heavy-lidded gaze meeting yours. “what do you want, baby? you’ve been looking at me like you got something on your mind..” your cheeks heated in response, his fingers dancing along your flesh.

“i know you’re tired.. but can i get on top?” a lazy smile made its way to rafe’s lips before he pulled you onto his lap.

“fuck, yeah.”

those two words were all the confirmation you needed, your shaky hands planted on rafe’s thighs as you moved on top of him, his cock filling you to the hilt. watching you move so fluidly on top of him was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head, the sight of your soaked cunt gripping him with every drag of your hips drew more moans from him than the last. “ah, f-fuck! you’re just taking that shit..” rafe was mesmerized, his large palm resting in the curve of thigh.

you cried out when his hand came down on the globe of your ass, a stinging sensation spreading across your sensitive skin. “riding me dumb, huh?” rafe grunted, wrapping a fist in your hair before pulling you back against his chest. you were arched almost painfully in this position, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “poor baby, here by herself all day..” you whimpered, his free hand snaking down your tummy until he had your clit pinched between his fingers.

you shrieked, white, hot pleasure blinding your vision. rafe knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what would have you yelping in pain, and what would make you all soft and warm like putty in his hands. “riding daddy makes you so fucking wet,” your hips stuttered when rafe starting rubbing hard circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the lewdness of his words, “just letting me use you like the cock slut you are, right?”

“y-yes!” you whimpered, sighing in relief when he let your hair go. “make yourself cum, ‘pretty girl, let me feel you.” rafe watched as you leaned forward, your back arching deliciously as you bounced on his length. your ass met rafe’s thighs in rhythmic claps, the sound making both of you moan. “turn around, precious, ‘needa see that pretty face.” you slid off of him for a moment, finally swinging a leg over his lap before sinking back down on his cock.

pushing his face into your chest, you whined when you felt him take one of your tits in his mouth, his tongue circling around the sensitive bud. he licked and sucked as you worked to make both of you cum. you relished in these moments when you two were panting into each other’s mouths, skin hot and burning with fiery need and desire, never wanting it to end. rafe’s abs constricted as he inched closer and closer to his climax, your thighs aching for a break.

“don’t fucking stop..” rafe dug his fingers in the flesh of your hips, “oh, my god, don’t stop!” he repeated, your eyes brimming with tears as your clit slapped against his pubic bone. as soon as you doubled over, your head falling against his shoulder, rafe knew the band in your tummy finally snapped, his own orgasm hitting him at the same time. embracing you tightly, rafe thrusted up from below you so you could just cum without keeping up your pace.

you shook against him, tears rolling down your cheek and onto his collarbone as you reveled in each wave of pure bliss. rafe’s mouth stayed open, his eyes screwing shut as you milked him for all that he had. eventually, you two came to a stop, your breaths being the only sound in the room. if rafe felt tired before, he was even more drained now.. literally. nothing beat his pretty thing of a girlfriend taking his load at the end of the night.

[ace-does-stuff]

my four irl queer friends can't see the butch lesbian vision whenever i show them a dude, war and hate on planet earth

[fairy-angel222]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men begging and making you give them one more, pumping you full of their cum in the process

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐆𝐎𝐉��, 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: smut, breeding, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praise, belly bulge, begging, dub con themes, overstimulation, mean! toji, whiny! choso, soft! nanami

✮ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Nng Satoru— no more, ‘s too much.” you mewled, your legs high on Gojo’s shoulders as he fucked deep into you, toned hips slamming against the underside of your thighs loudly.

“Please princess. Fuck. Please take it,” he groaned, “Take it f’ me yeah? Need it s’ bad— shit- my pretty pussy.” His breaths speeding up along with his thrusts. “Doing so well.”

You could only let out a loud cry, your back arching when you felt Gojo’s cock hitting perfectly into your g spot. Hammering the gummy spot till you were seeing stars, vision blurred and your grip on the sheets tightening. “Satoru, oh fuck— nnngh,”

“There’s my good girl— you can do it princess. You’re almost there, fuck. Just one more f’ me.” he breathed.

Gojo smirked at your state underneath him, your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in short screams that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Your face stained with both drool and tears as you were fucked into your 6th orgasm no doubt.

“That’s it princess. Last one okay? Took it so well, fuck. Love ya so much.” He grunted, thrusts sloppy as he brought you both to the edge. Bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive clit making you squirm back with a loud mewl.

“Nuh uh— sensitive,” you cried, your puffy eyes meeting Gojo’s stern ones. Your chest heaving as Gojo kept up his torture, pussy spasming around his girth.

“Cum for me baby, let it all out.” he coaxed, letting out long breaths as his eyes closed. Feeling you squirt around his cock with a cry of his name. “Hmm, so good f’ me. Gonna cum in ya now kay?”

Stuffing his twitching cock as far as it could reach, his hips still as he let himself spill inside you. Moaning at the way your pussy drank it all while you moaned at how full it made you.

Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

✮ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“S-Suguru— wait, no more.” you whimpered, Geto flipping your body so that you were laying flat on your chest, hands gripping the sheet as he rolled his hips into you from on top. “‘S too much Suguru.”

Geto only hummed, his thrusts hard and picking up its pace as he brought his lips to your neck. “Oh c’mon sweet thing, where’s the fun in that. Just take it yeah?”

You let out a loud cry, feeling your boyfriend grinding meanly into your gummy spot. His hips slamming against your ass noisily as he fucked you deep. “It’s just one more i promise.” he groaned, “One more and you’re done for the night.”

His cock bullying its way even deeper into your heat with his hot breath on your skin. A string of mewls falling past your lips and your grip on his sheets tightening, your eyes tearing up as your back arched under him.

“Ahh— Suguru.”

Geto let out a deep grunt, “Look at you, taking it like a good girl f’ me. Fuck,”

Your body trembled with a choked scream, broken whimpers filling the air as Geto fucked you past the edge. Feeling a pool of heat building in your core as your toes curled. “Suguru— nngh, ‘m close,”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweet thing?” he cooed, thrusts getting rough and sloppy as he approached his release. “Fuck, ‘m close too baby, gonna fill you up so good.”

Your moans were shaky when your pussy tightened around him, your lips parting in heavy breaths and your eyes rolling back as you came, spraying messily onto the sheets below.

Geto swallowed hard at the sight. “Shit, so fucking hot.” Slowing his thrusts until he was giving his final grinds against your ass. His thick cock twitching against your walls before spurts after spurts of the sticky substance filled you up.

“There we go.”

✮ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“Choso baby— i don’t think i can take it.” you moaned, your boyfriend’s hands locked tightly around you as he rut his hips into your tightness.

“You’ve gotta take it, i need you to.” he whimpered, “Please, please, please take it. ‘M so close again.” His thrusts hard and uncoordinated as his balls slapped messily onto your skin. Lewd squelching sounds filling the room as Choso fucked himself to release.

“Ahh— Choso, ‘s so much.” you cried out, your boyfriend’s long dick fucking into your sensitive walls, sending shivers through your shaking body.

“It’s just one more, please,” he whined, “you can take one more, you’ve done it before.” Refusing to let you go as he lost himself in the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around him.

You mewled when Choso found a way to speed up his pace even more, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close.

“O-oh nng— are you close too baby? Please tell me you’re close,” he cried, “Need to cum in you so bad.” His thrusts sloppy as the throb of his cock intensified, squeezing you tighter into him with a loud moan.

“H-hahh,” you breathed, your chest heaving as you felt yet another orgasm washing over you. You would never get a break at this point, Choso was just too lost in it. “Mhm, ‘m close.”

Choso smiling into your skin while slamming his cock deep past your slippery walls, both of you filling the room with your noises as you creamed his cock with shaky legs and curled toes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Choso mewled, thrusts slowing down as he spilled all his cum into your insides.

✮ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Tojiii— i can’t, no more.” you sniffled. Your face down and your ass up with both your hands held tightly behind your back with one of his.

“Yes you can.” the man grunted, “you can fucking take it and you’re going to fucking take it.” His eyes dark as he slammed hard into your tight pussy, his girth stretching you out while you clenched down on him.

“But Tojiii— ‘s too much,” your cries had already turned to sobs. Fat tears drenching your face as you were rocked roughly into the mattress. Your body trembling as you lay tiredly, Toji being the only thing forcing you to stay on your knees.

“No buts doll.” He warned, “Told you to take it, so take it. You hear me?” Watching as you nodded with a cry, your eyes closing in loud mewls when Toji began pulling your ass back onto his cock together with his thrusts.

“Ahh— Toji ‘m close, ‘s so sensitive.” you moaned, your stomach tightening as you neared what seemed like your 10th orgasm. Unable to go against the movement of toji fucking you into the sheets. “Nngh, ‘m so close Tojii.”

“See that? Not so hard to be a good girl now is it? This is your last one kay doll?” his thrusts never slowing down as he neared his release, cock fucking directly into your spot pulling a choked scream out of you.

Your toes curling and your vision going white as everything fell apart.

“There we go. Fucking cum for me.”

Your body shook as you came, the orgasm painfully pleasurable as your pussy gushed onto him. Toji letting out a low whistling at how hard you clenched down. “My turn.”

A smirk on his face as he fucked sloppily into you, his duck twitching at the recoil of your ass before he was bottoming out with a loud groan. Painting your walls a creamy white.

“Look at that, all that whining and you still took it well hmm?”

✮ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Kentoo— i don’t think i have another one in me.” you mewled, your legs aching as Nanami bounced you on his cock. His hands on your waist with yours wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes you do sweetheart. Been knowing this body of yours for years. That sweet little pussy can take it.” he reassured, bouncing you up and down so delicately until you were moaning his name, nails digging into the top of his back.

“Kento,”

Nanami smiled, “See? There you go. Just take it for me.” Speeding up the pace in which he slammed your tight pussy down fully on his cock. Thick mushroom tip bulging lightly in your stomach as your pussy tried to take his girth.

“O-oh Kento— nngh,” you cried out, your head dizzy as it fell back, the painful sensitivity turning into pure ecstasy as you were guided to ride the man underneath you. “Kento, mmm, ‘m getting close.” you whimpered.

Nanami’s lips kissing up your chest, then up your neck until he reached your face. Placing soft pecks all over your face. “So damn pretty. Gonna cum on my cock again sweetheart?”

Your back arching as you nodded, “Mhm,”

Nanami could feel his breathing speeding up as your wet pussy brought him to near his release as well. Groaning loudly when he began guiding your hips with no rhythm, his fat tip grazing every corner of your insides before piercing deep.

A loud string of moans being pulled out of you when you felt yourself about to let go. “Ah, Kento— ‘s so good,” you mewled, “gonna cum.” Grinding your hips back and forth to stimulate your already sensitive clit.

“Let it out sweetheart, cum for me. Such a good girl.” Watching as you came with a silent scream, your mouth hung open as your pussy formed a sopping creamy ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” Nanami grunted, “Gonna cum deep in you sweetheart.” His grip on your hips tightening as he held you flush on his hips. A loud moan falling past your lips when ropes of his hot cum were pumped deep in you.

“What did i tell you, you could take it.”