#CLUTHES MY HEAD

[courtjester69420]

It’s that he probably could’ve saved Orin, if he had taken her away from the cult. He was able to overcome the Urge, the divinity which flowed through him and called him to slaughter as natural as breathing. So there’s no reason she couldn’t have. But he didn’t, he never even considered it back when he could’ve done something (anything) to save her. And then it was too late.

Was I sweet once? Was she sweet once? My baby sister, who was a biter when she was younger and a stabbed when she got older. My baby sister who was given knives before soft toys, who was doomed to death, who never got to be a person.

And she saved him, not intentionally of course. But it was Orin who gave Es his second, maybe first, lease on life. And he never stopped a thing happening to her, not even in the very end.

[namcitsalp]

woozy......

[t4tpumpkinduo]

i miss butler

[caitlynsrighteye]

Our Secret

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Heir to the high social status name, Kiramman, should only be paired within the same class standard. Yet, she's fallen for (reader), a girl that is, let's say, not upper class.

Contains: Modern AU, fluff, smut with plot, secret relationship, basketball!G!P!Caitlyn wlw, fem!reader, cunnilingus, couch sex, car sex, almost getting caught, characters are 18+, in 4th year high school (old enough to fuck, but young enough for parents to still have control of their lives lol)

wc: 3.5k

Born into generational wealth with high status due to her parents' success in business and entrepreneurship. Caitlyn is expected to live up to the same fate, whether it's from her own success or married into another rich family.

That is what Caitlyn planned in order to please her parents.

Until her eyes landed upon you. Beautiful, nonchalant. The sway of your hips as you roam the halls of Piltover High. You were simply walking to your next class before the bell rang, but to Caitlyn, why did time seem too slow when her gaze averted to you?

You, on the other hand, did not bat an eye or spare a second glance. You paid no attention to snotty rich athletes. Especially one as popular as the navy-haired girl. Whom always seemed to have a new girl wrapped around her slim finger every week. She wasn't just the school's top basketball player she WAS a player, and you had no interest in being used.

She noticed you around more. During the passing period, the library, even sitting in the stands as you watch her team, play on the court.

Vi, your best friend. Practically grew up with each other along her sister and brothers. The redhead was also on that team you were cheering for. The game was going well with Piltover in the lead. Each shot Caitlyn took, she always looked your way to make sure you were watching (show-off) and surprisingly didn't miss a single one, like you were her goodluck charm (or maybe just being a try hard to impress you).

The team of Piltover Blue jerseys ran onto the other teams side, ready to score again. Vi passed up all opponent team players, dribbling the ball with skilled precision, ready to pass to Caitlyn. The tall athlete was ready for the pass, yet subconsciously glanced your way, and the ball being passed to her hit her straight in the head. The impact created an embarrassingly loud boing sound. While you watched too.

After the game, Caitlyn walked out of the lockerroom, icepack in hand was placed on her black swollen left eye. She saw you talking with your strong built friend. Before Caitlyn could walk away and sulk, Vi looked over her shoulder and called the girl over.

"Oye! Super star, come over here," said Vi. The blue-eyed player sighed and turned around slowly before walking in your direction. Her face was flushed. Not a clue if it was from the recent game or the embarrassment of you looking at her in her current state.

"We won, but at what cost?" The redhead laughed, patting Caitlyn on the shoulder. Caitlyn usually had this confident demeanor in her stance, but now her back was slightly slouched, and the hand that wasn't holding onto the icepack was cluthing onto one of her backpack straps.

"There was something in my eye, wasn't ready to- " she was interrupted by vi, "Yeah sure, Cupcake," Caitlyn scoffed at the nickname. Violet's phone dings as she gets a text message. "Oh, Powder's waiting for me in the car, gotta go, see ya later, pirate," she says, teasing Caitlyn. She nods in your direction as a fair well, leaving you and the tall player alone.

All was silent until you broke it. "Don't mind Vi, are you alright?" You chuckle in between your sentences. Her gaze leaves the floor where she is staring down at her untied laces. "Yeah, totally. T'is no big deal, didn't even hurt," she tried to play it off, even knowing that her eye throbbed against the coolness of the bag.

Looking back, you never actually talked to the girl, nor did you know that she had an accent. It was quite cute if you were being completely honest.

"So, uh, nice to meet you... cupcake?" She sighed before speaking. "You can just call me Caitlyn, please," you bit your lip, surpressing a laugh, ready to burst out.

"Alright, Caitlyn," the sound of her name rolling off your tongue sent butterflies to her stomach. "I'm Y/n-".

"We had bio together 2nd year," she blurted out, unaware of how she just happened to remember that in that moment. You stared at her with wide eyes as she let go of her bag strap to scratch behind her neck that didn't even itch, tugging on the small hairs that couldn't be pulled into a ponytail.

She stood there even more embarrassed. Where did all this awkwardness come from. It was usually so easy for her to talk to girls, but something about you made her knees buckle and stomach turn.

There was some small talk between the two of you before you realized it was getting late and you're still standing in the halls of the school. Caitlyn offered to walk you back to your car, and you obliged in appreciation.

-

For the next few weeks, the only messages Caitlyn waits and picks up for are yours. The both of you had grown fond of each other. Hanging out, at first, it was with Vi, but soon ended up with just the two of you alone. She would walk you to your classes, not bothering about the time she had left for passing period. Jogging towards your spot in the bleachers after games.

All the girls she was once in contact with were blocked on her phone. She only had eyes for you.

Months pass, and you finally give in to her flirtatious gestures. One study night at her place, you both laid on her queen sized bed. Your backpacks are sitting on the floor of her bed, binders and papers cover the end of her matress as you both were making out on her freshly cleaned sheets. Legs tangled with each other as you and her laid on your sides. Your arms around her neck as she has one hand behind your head, pulling you impossibly close, and her other roaming the curves of your side. You were both lost in each others grasp.

For so long, she dreamt of finally being able to touch you as she palmed herself late at night in her bed. And here you were, tongues exploring each others mouths, saliva strings connecting your lips to her plump ones.

So lost in each other that you almost missed the knock at her bedroom doors. The handle turned, and the door creaked open. You both pushed off each other. Your push was accidentally too aggressive as she fell off the side of her bed with a thud. The bed was angled enough from the door so that when Caitlyn's mom, Cassandra, entered the room, the blue-haired girl was out of sight.

"Hello, Y/n, do you happen to know where Caitlyn had gone off to?" Her poor mother, so polite. You are sat up on her comforter with homework placed in front of your lap. "She's in the restroom, Mrs. Kiramman," you say, hiding the fact that you're out of breath and your face is bright red like a tomato. "So, I see. When she comes back, please let her know to come to my office for a moment," The older woman closes the door behind her after you say, "Of course, maam".

After a long minute of waiting for her mother to leave down the hall, you crawl to the side of the bed and see Caitlyn on her back with her arm slung over her face, holding back a silent laugh. You both begin to laugh as you asked, "Are you okay?" You grab her arm to remove it from her beautifully sculpted features. Her deep blue eyes meet yours, and you're mesmerized. "I'm alright, thank you," she sits up, and before you can say another word, she pulls you from the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

-

Soon after, she takes you out and asks you to be her girlfriend, but with a boundary of keeping it a secret. The more people are aware of the newfound relationship, the more likely her parents would find out. It didn't bother you to the core, but it was different.

As if luck wasn't on your side, her parents almost always managed to catch you both barely while you work at each others bodies.

One evening, she invited you over for a movie night, and the next thing you know, you're pushed deep into the plush couch of her living room with your thighs squeezing around her head tightly, as she's kneeled on the floor with your fingers tangled into her luscious navy blue hair and your other hand gripping the cushions behind you. The Kiramman heir is talented with her tongue. Swiping up long stripes from your entrance to your aching clit. The sounds were lewd, wet and loud, of her ravaging your pussy that needed her mouth so badly. You've ever felt such ecstacy before meeting her. Feels as if the moment you two began being intimate with each other, she knew where to please you and knew what would feel good.

Your irises rolled back, and your toes clung to the fabric of her shirt. Your moans were like music to her ears, wishing she could have you like this always. Both her hands grabbed at your flesh. One giving special attention to the mounds of fat on your chest and the other thrusting two fingers into your pulsing heat, curling them at a certain angle that drove you over the edge.

The air felt hot and heavy. Caitlyn's dick was out free and soaked in your spit from your ealier oral attention, her tip rubbing against the cloth of the couch. She humped against it, creating friction she needed. All was well till you saw silhouettes of a man and woman outside the window curtains near the front door.

Through broken moans you panick, "Ah- Fuck... Cait," you tug her hair and she looks at you confused before turning to the door. She quickly, but carefully picks you up off the couch. As soon as your feet hit the cold floor, you felt like jelly. Bad timing for Caitlyn to take your ability to walk. She brought you over to a nearby closet filled with hanging jackets and shelves of shoes and shoved your clothes into your arms before giving you a quick peck to your lips.

She practically jumped into her sweatpants and tucked her spit-slicked cock into the waistband to hide her hardened length. Her parents' keys could be heard as it worked to open the large door. When the noble couple stepped inside, their daughter sat on the couch watching where you and her left off on the movie.

"Hello, Caitlyn," her mother greets. Her father was about to say the same before he sniffed the air and tugged to loosen the business tie around his neck. "Darling, what is that smell?" He says, looking around the room. Caitlyn, with a nonchalant look to her face while she lights a candle on the side table next to the couch. "Im not sure," Sweat threatened to slide down her temple. Her blue eyes darted to the closet door that you hid in. Mr. Kiramman walked in your direction to put his coat away. She never stood so fast in her life she thought she'd pass out. Walking over to her father, she guides him to a small table where she had put the mail. "Dad, I saw this envelope from earlier, looks important," she put the pile of mail in his hands. "Oh well, thank you, Caitlyn," he says before heading towards his office where his wife followed after him.

"Phew," she sighed, hurrying towards your hiding spot where you had your hand covering your mouth to shield your heavy breaths. She opened the sliding doors to your shocked state, worried that you had been caught. You were still naked, legs shaking with arousal dripping down your skin. She gently caresses your cheek, comforting a soft smile from your lips. You take her hand as she helps you out of the closet, bringing you to the closest bathroom where she had you sit on the counter and helped you back into your clothes. Unfortunately, you both blue balled that night.

-

There was one place where Mr and Mrs. Kiramman couldn't catch you and your super hot girlfriend, the backseat of her car in a dark empty parking lot being lit by the tall light polls. Being the offspring of two rich, important people, she drove a huge murdered out cadillac escalade. The windows were tinted, and the interior was expensive leather. The backseat was large enough and had room for you both to lay.

The sun had gone down a few hours ago. Caitlyn had taken you out to a nice dinner after her team had won a basketball championship while being mvp on the court. The gym was filled in cheers from the crowd, and her teammates shouted in victory. Vi ran up to Cait and lifted her off her feet to congratulate the star of the game. The restaurant was dimly lit by glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles placed on tables. The navy-haired woman was cleaned up, wearing a black pant suit with her hair down resting on her broad shoulders.

As you sat down, she wanted to be extra fancy by ordering wine, but she got ID'd for not being 21 by the waiter (buzz kill). She was romantic and knew how to bring your face to a bright red. Knew how to make you laugh and overall make you want to bend over for her. Dinner was good, yet unbearable with the ache between your legs. The two of you basically hurried out of there, almost forgetting to pay.

Now, here you are, both sat in the backseat, straddling her bare lap as you bounced on her hardened cock. Your bodies fully exposed to each other with goosebumps along your skin. Hands on her shoulders, as hers gripped your hips with bruising strength. Your lips were attached to her neck, sucking and biting the flesh, turning it purple. Her head was thrown back on the seat with her eyes closed tightly. You watched in awe how undone you've made her. Her face wincing from the squeezing pleasure you've given her. Causing you to gain the stamina to bounce harder on her.

Caitlyn was lost in the deep red sea of your pussy as you tightened around her shaft. Each bounce stroked her from tip to hilt repeatedly. Her cock was so deep inside, it kissed your cervix painfully, your clit making contact with her pelvis as you landed.

The windows were completely fogged over, with handprints scattering its area. Her car rocked with each movement. Both your moans overcame the music playing on the bluetooth. The claps of your skin colliding with hers rang in your ears.

"Ha- fuck," you moaned. Caitlyn was not paying attention. Her head was still thrown back as she just sat there enjoying as you rode her. You took one of your hands from her shoulders to tug at her ponytail, bringing her face towards yours. Her eyelids drooped, looking fucked out and exhausted. She crashes her lips onto yours, kissing you hard. The kiss was messy, and your tongues danced together. Saliva strings connecting you both together.

Your movements began to slow as you grew tired. As if energy was transferred over, her kiss became brutal. Tongue dominating yours to explore the inside of your mouth. Her body leaned into you to get closer. If getting closer was even possible at this point. She pulled away from the kiss to watch as your body moved.

Grinding down on her, her erection rubbed against your sweet spot deliciously. Her sapphire eyes stared onto your perfectly round boobs, taking one nipple into her mouth sucking it hard like a hungry babe. "Fuck baby, you're so good," she said, mouth full of your chest mounds. The grip on your hips started to get rough as she helped you move, getting your body to continue bouncing. The sounds of your moans against her ear and your wet cunt swollowing her long cock whole was obscene. Straight out of a porno.

She had never felt this good before. Never with any other girl she's fucked for her own enjoyment made her feel the way she feels in this moment. Never had one of those girls made her fall head over heels. She was in love with you and wanted only you.

Her mouth left your boob with a pop. With the remaining strength and endurance she had left in her, she lifted you. Without pulling out of your cunt to pushed you down onto the center console. Your body getting stuck between the driver and passenger seat. With a shocked expression on your face, you watched her smirk stupidly before her hips took off. Pounding into you with such speed and force behind each thrust till her thighs burned from the awkward position. Your body moved upwards with each stroke she gave you, and you winced in pain when your skin skid along the leather seats. Your fingernails dug into her shoulders, creating scratch marks ready to bleed.

Your moans grew louder, and her balls slapped against your ass. You felt evey thick vein of her cock rubbing your inner walls. The head breaking through you made you feel like you'd be split into two. "Ahh Cait! You're gonna m-make me fucking cum," you lifted your head to watch her dick disappear within you. Your eyes almost rolled back at the sight of her thrusting into you. Her forhead slick with sweat, bottom lip between her teeth, her boobs bouncing with each pound of her hips onto yours. She gasped, close to her nut bust she watched her dick print on your lower tummy. It turned her on so much more. Her palms pressed down onto where she could see her dick going in and out of you, tickling your g-spot from the outside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your velvet walls clenched onto her girth. She moan in unison with you. "Shit so tight. Wanna cum in you," her jaw tensed as you were clamped down hard onto her.

"Fuck fuck Cait!" You screamed. Squeezing her member hard, her balls tightened. You squirted all over her. Your hot fluids coating her pelvis. White cum burst from her tip and into you. Her strokes were slower, riding out both your highs. Long and deep strokes. Your body shook from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glued to you the whole time while she took control. She craved the faces you made while she fucked you into a mindless sack of flesh. Regaining consciousness from your high, your eyes locked to hers. She stood awkwardly over you, trying to catch her breath before pulling her sore cock out of you.

It's as if the whole world went silent, and you and her were at the center of it all. Your gaze lingered onto hers before following a bead of sweat down to her swollen glossy lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you pulled her in to taste the sweet padding of her lips. She sighed into it, feeling relaxed and loved within your grasp. Something she felt safe and vulnerable in.

The kiss broke, and she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sent of your perfume and sweat. She placed soft pecks to the hickeys on your neck. Kisses that lead up your jaw to your cheek, then reached your forhead. After one final peck to your hairline, she looked up to see the time on the dashboard screen.

She sighed, "It's 3am," she watched as your eyebrows rose and your forhead wrinkled. "Oh shit," you say. A smile widened across your face as you do your best not to giggle. Yet, failed once she began to laugh with you. It wasn't a hilarious laugh it was more comfortable and soft sounding. Like, 'Oh my gosh, we were so caught up in the moment we didn't realize how late it had gotten'.

"Mum and dad are going to kill me," she rested her forhead against yours. You chucked and said, "We'll come up with an excuse."

"I love you."

You stared into her eyes blankly. Surprised by the sudden confession. Her body lifted, just as shocked as you were before taking a deep breath to keep eye contact with you.

"I love you, Y/n," she said it more confidently. It's been months since you both began dating, and you've gotten to know each other for almost a year by now. Confessing love was bound to happen sooner or later.

Your expression relaxed, and a sly smile spread on your lips. "About time, cupcake," you teased. "Oh, you shut up," she laughed.

"I love you too, Caitlyn Kiramman"

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Note: IT IS SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE SMUT BC I JS WANNA WRITE BACKGROUND AND PLOT TO ITTTT AHHHH!

Also ps: i keep seeing hcs of Caitlyn loving to have reader ride in cowgirl position... and never see it in fics like i eat up that hc sm ugh, need to save a horse so bad🧎🏻‍♀️

Thanks for reading♡ lemme know what you think :)

[vengefultakeover]

In Need of a Master

The rock hit my head with thunk and it sent me to the ground, cluthing the side of my skull while everyone rushed around me. I was in the parking lot when the round pebble nearly creacked my skull open. I could see it under my car, a circular opject, smooth, grey and speckled. I shook it off, thinking it was just some accidental debris.

"Are you alright?" I was asked by an elderly woman. There was someone behind them on the phone, calling the cops or maybe an ambulance?

"I'm fine!" I laughed it off, dusting my pants off from the asphalt sticking to the fibers. I scurried over to my car after picking up my groceries and tossed them into the back. The onlookers were shaking their head and their worried faces started to disappear as they went back to their normal lives thining nothing of it. I unlocked my car and then reached under, feeling around for the pebble until I felt it against my finger tips.

"Gotcha!" I said, pulling it out and turning it over in my hand. I felt it prick my finger, a spot of blood appearing on the outside. It disappeared as it quickly absorbed into the stone.

I am in need of a master. Are you the one? I heard behind. I spun around thinking it was right behind me and finding nothing but more rows of cars. I looked down at the pebble and shook my head thinking it may have just been the result of the thing hitting my head. I slid it into my pocket and forgot all about it on the drive home.

My roommate was chugging a glass of water in front of the sink when I dropped all my groceries on the counter. He was shirtless, as usual, and I watched him acknowledge me before going into his room. I was putting things away, the assigned spots around the kitchen, in the cupboard, and the refridgerator. Devin was playing video games in his room and I took this moment of solitude to read a book on the balcony. I looked across the way at the building and remembered the stone in my pocket just as it slid out and bounced along the ground. I picked it up, and slid my fingers over it. I set it down on the table, returning to my book when it vibrated.

"You are my new master." It had a voice and it sounded like my own.

"What the fuck?" I backed away from it, standing there in shock before getting closer again.

"You are my master. I am here to do what you will." It said, vibrating again.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I am a species from another world, subservient to one. My previous master is dead." It vibrated. I picked it up. Turning it over to see if I could find where a speaker may have been hidden.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"I am in need of a host. In order to serve you better I must take on your species' form. I do not normally look like this. This pebble is a camoflauge tactic. I was picked up by someone and thrown in your direction. I apologize, master, for any pain I may have inflicted before making myself known." It vibrated in my hands. I thought of my roommate when it finally clicked he needed a host. He was kind of an asshole, worked out a lot, and barely paid rent on time.

"Maybe Devin?" I said.

"Yes, Master." It said and then remained quiet. I thought it might do something, tell me what to do, but I returned to my book. I would occasionally peer over the top of my book. I took it inside with me when it finally got dark, and placed it on my beside table before doing my nightly routine. I thought maybe it would do something, especially since I could hear Devin's snore through the walls, but it was just there. I even said goodnight to it before clicking off the light and going to sleep.

The following morning it was gone. I thought maybe I had dreamt it. A concussion dream I was experiencing throughout the evening, but I noticed a slimy substance on the floor. I followed it out of my room, careful not to step on it just in case it was something dangerous. The trail led out into the hal and then into Devin's room. The door was wide open and I could hear something happening inside. Devin was asleep when I peered around the corner, but I could see something much larger next to the bed. It was curled up, looking over Devin.

The creature suddenly grew arms, long tentacles that curled and wiggled until they latched on to Devin's body. He was still asleepm his arm above his head and the blanket barely covering him. The thing slithered on top of him, leaving a slimy trail in its wake before the tentacles became taught. The head of the creature pushed against his stomach, now startling Devin awake as he tried to push the thing off in panic. His stomach seemed to open up for the creature, slurping its ways inside of his belly button and with every amount of bulbous form slipped inside the less Devin was struggling. His hands started to slip, suddenly losing control and then slamming against it. Devin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the creature was almost in, the last of it wriggling and shaking as it forced itself into him. his abs tightened and his belly button slurped as the creature popped inside. Devin's body bounced on the bed and then his back arched before collapsing back into his sleeping pose.

"Devin?" I asked, making myself known and standing at the foot of his bed.

"If that's what you wish to call me, Master." He opened his eyes and looked down at himself.

"Are you okay?" I tilted my head.

"I am perfect. This form will hold me as you wished." He looked over at me, lifting his arm above his head with a smile as I walked around.

"That's awesome." I said.

"I am glad you think so master." He responded. I wanted to touch him so bad. Reach out and worship that body I had been jerking off to night after night.

"What now?" I asked.

"I am yours to control, Master." He said. I won't lie, I loved that he called me Master. I loved it so much that when it came out of Devin's mouth it made my cock bounce. I reached out, touching his chest as he looked at me with those obedient eyes.

"I see you like this body." He flexed it, his pecs tensing under my palms. When I rand my hand down his chest to his abs he tesned them and I jumped on top of him. His cock was pulsing under the blanket.

"I do. You will do anything I say?" I pushed my hands into the blanket and felt his cock. My fingers squeezed it which made his eyes flutter.

"Yes, Master. That feels good." He groaned as I pulled on his balls.

"Okay. As much as I like you calling me Master, don't do it in public." I squeezed his cock and it made him moan.

"Yes, Master." He said as he writhed underneath me.

I leaned in close and whispered, "I want you to beg me to fuck you. Pretend to be Devin." I leaned back, but he didn't let. He gripped my arms and pulled me in close, kissing me.

"Please fuck, bro. I have wanted you inside me since we moved in together." He said, sliding his hand down his body. He pulled himself out from underneath me and perked his ass up.

"Since we moved in, huh?" I said, throbbing.

"Yes. I need that cock inside me." He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart. His hole puckered as I leaned in and gave it a lick. He moaned out, his whole body tensing as I teased him with my tongue. I made him turn around, his mouth drooling as my cock bobbed in front of his face.

"Suck it." I said. His mouth enveloped it and I leaned my head back as I let out a moan and as he sucked I could already feel my balls churning from the pleasure. I pushed him away from me, my cock wet from his saliva.

"Beg." I said. He turned around, his ass up in the air and he pulled his cheeks part for me one last time.

"Please. I need it. This fucking hole needs it, bro. I'm all yours." He was almost whining and it was enough to entice me. I pushed my cock inside, feeling his tight ass against me as it slid into him. He gasped and gripped onto the edged of the bed, the springs creaking as I fucked him hard. His hole felt amazing on my cock, especially when he clenched it and my cock throbbed against it while sliding in and out of him.

"Tell me you want me." I pulled him up, my cock pulsing as I slid my hands around him and along his body. I squeezed his muscles, enjoying them in my hands.

"I want you to fill me up with your fucking load, bro. This ass is yours. This body is yours." He flexed for me as I felt him up, pushing him back down and holding onto his waist as I felt my cock nearing the explosive end. I was fucking him hard when I felt my whole body trembling and I blew my load inside his hole. The image of the creature squeezing into his body flashed in my mind. I was shaking from the adrenaline, from having this power over his body and we collapsed onto the bed. I was on top of him, kissing his back as he smiled.

"I'm happy to please you, Master." He said, my cock still lodged inside his hole. He playfully tightened himself around it and I whimpered, enjoying him. I pushed myself over and looked over at him as he laid there, eyes staring at me.

"Okay, so, I think you're going to be my boyfriend. At least pretend or I don't know." I said, my hand resting on his back as he rest his head on his crossed arms.

"Of course, Master. That will be easy. You're much nicer than any other Master I have had." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, from here on out I want you to have a little freedom. Enjoy this body and also blend in as him. He still has to pay rent." I chuckled. The creature didn't understand the joke and laughed too.

Years later and he's still inside. Enjoying the pleasured of his human form and every chance we get, no matter where we are, he reminds me he's inside. Plus, I love having him around even if I am his Master.

[trulyy-yourzz]

Without a trace pt. 2

Robber!Billie x Fem!reader

♡smut. Part 1

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"Excuse me. Dammit." You say, pushing yourself through hundreds of people as you tried to exit the train, realizing it was your stop.

Finally making out of the crowd, you sigh and walk over to a bench. Setting your purse down for a second to make a quick call to a friend who'd been spamming you for the past 20 minutes.

After a long and exhausting call, you turn around to grab your purse, rummaging through it to find your apartment keys.

Gone. Absolutely no where to be found.

You panicked. Where could you have left it? You were not one to lose your stuff. You groaned and clenched your jaw. Your day had been really shitty and this... well this took the fucking cake.

"Fuck!!" You yelled and tossed your purse back on the bench. Irritated by the situation and just your day overall. You looked down by your feet, finding an open note lying there on the ground.

You picked it up out of curiosity, and your brows furrowed. Your expression hardening as you felt a chill run down your spine, reading the words on the small piece of paper, "If you want the keys back, meet me in the alley by your favorite coffee shop. Xo the girl from the other night." With a damn heart scribbled next to the messy handwriting.

What. The. Fuck.

You grabbed your purse, throwing it on your shoulder and walking as fast as you could. You just wanted to go home and sleep.

Minutes later, you arrived at the coffee shop, looking around in the alleyways to find her. You groaned. She was nowhere to be found.

You took a deep breath, and before you could exhale, you felt a hand clasp over your mouth, dragging you farther into the alley.

You felt your body being forced against the brick wall, wrists restrained together above your head. Your heart raced. It was dark. You couldn't see or depict who had suddenly hauled you further into the darkness.

"Hi, pretty. Did you miss me?" Her familiar voice rang through your head, and your eyes widened. You knew exactly who it was. She acted like this was some kind of joke. Like this was a twisted game that succumbed to her desires. And you were part of it.

"Give me my keys." You huffed. Her body was pressed tight against yours. Her breath against your neck as she hummed, engulfing herself in your flowery scent.

"Aaw. But I'm having fun. " Of course she was having fun. You were sandwiched between the wall and her hot body. She had full control over you. And you'd hate to admit it, but it made your body heat up in ways you didn't want it to. This isn't what you wanted, but it's what your body craved. It betrayed you and your thoughts.

"Stop... give me my keys." She pouted, her hand sliding down to cluth onto your waist. "Can I get a kiss first?" You rolled your eyes and scoffed. A kiss? Was she serious. "No?" She said, reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a familiar object. Your diary. The same one you had "misplaced" a few weeks ago.

"You took it." She smirked teasingly. "I did, and it has some pretty interesting things written in here."

You bit down onto your lip nervously. "Aw baby. I'm not forcing you. More like... persuading you." You balled your hands into a fist, your heart raced at the thought of actually kissing her. Was it worth it? And why were you even considering it in the first place.

You avoid her eyes, nodding your head slowly. Her face lit up, and she slid her hood off of her head, revealing her glossy dark hair and her hypnotic bright blue eyes under the luminous moon.

She was captivating, the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes on. Thoughts raced through your head, but all that disappeared once her lips connected with yours.

Her hand released your wrists as she pulled you by your waist, bringing you closer. Instinctively, you rocked your hips into hers, and she smugged. This was nothing like what you'd felt before. The thought of being caught in a dark alleyway at night turned you on way more than it should've.

She pulled back, and next thing you knew, you felt her finger snake underneath your skirt, pressing against the damp fabric that covered your sopping cunt.

You whimpered and grabbed onto her wrist, shaking your head no. But she knew you wanted this. And she was right.

She just laughed and leaned in to pepper soft kisses onto your neck, leading down to the middle of your breasts that spilled nicely out of your low-cut shirt.

"So pretty." She maneuvered her digits towards your throbbing clit. motioning figure eights against it, trying to lure a moan from those pretty and plump lips of yours. Parted so sweetly as if you were begging to be taken by her. To be manipulated by her.

"I...mm – your name..." You breathed heavily, gripping onto her shoulder as she kept a fast pace, pressing harder onto your clit.

"Why? Want to moan it?" You groaned and looked up at her, lust and frustration filling your eyes. "Billie. Now let me hear you say it."

She sneakily slid a single digit between your folds, earning a slutty moan from your lips. "Billie! –" She hummed, sufficiently pleased with your reaction and the sound of her name coming out of your mouth in the sexiest way possible.

"Fuck. Say it again." She added two more digits, curling them upwards into your spongey walls.

You choked out a moan, tears filling your eyes as your head fell back. "Billie – fuck!! Billie please." She tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing as she studied your fucked out state.

"Please, what? Use your words, beautiful." Your body slumped against the wall. If it wasn't for her holding onto the weight of your body in her arms, you'd be a puddle on the bare floor.

"Please... I want to come –"

No, you needed to come. You needed to feel that release you craved all these years after the absence of someone's touch. But this... this was perfect. This was what you desperately wanted. She was what you desperately wanted.

"Yeah? Okay. Come then." And you did. Your legs trembled, and your body spasmed as you came all over her fingers, coating them so nicely.

She pulled out of you slowly, examing the mess you made on her hands as she looked at you and smirked. "Open your mouth for me, angel." You questioned her motives for a brief second, but at this point, you didn't care. She made you feel good, and in that moment, that's all that mattered.

You did as you were told, and she she slid her glistening fingers through your parted lips. Watching you taste your own arousal, she moaned. You looked so fucking beautiful.

Yes, Billie broke into your house. Yes, she took your stuff and kept them to do god knows what. Yes, she was fucking you in an alleyway. Would you regret this later? Probably. But right now, in this moment, you didn't care. She gave you attention, the same attention you craved for a long time. And God, did it feel so. damn. good.

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Notes: everyone i present... robber Billie pt. 2 👏 i scrapped so many other drafts of this, omg... but we don't talk about that. 😁 i hope you enjoyed my loves 💝

[sunsents]

Neteyam - Reacting to your death

Hey y'all, how y'all doing 😟? It's been a year since I published something but I am in my avatar era. I will post an announcement about where I've been, but enjoy(?) this heavy angsty.

Summary —> You're on your last breath, and Neteyam has a hard time accepting it.

Pairing: neteyamsully x !reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1024

Warnings: blood/angst/mentions of a g*n/sad neteyam

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Sharp pain was all you could feel when you jumped down the ship. It was that short moment of pushing Neteyam before you to minimize exposure that the realization hit you; you followed after him without thinking twice about the consequences, yet again.

Your ears rang in the otherwise silent ocean, like the water completely separated itself from the unnatural, unnecessary and foreign violence happening in the surface. A sigh of relief, contentment, serenity, until you're resurfucing again - or rather, struggling to.

"Fuck," you sputter, feeling a strange loss.

Lo'ak shouts after you to hurry up, but you can't, and it frustrates you. You hate falling behind, no matter how dire the injury is. "You sxkawng," gasping and trying to hold onto something, crimson surrounds you. "I'm shot."

Everyone stills.

Neteyam's head whips around with nothing but pure, unadulterated horror. His eyes fall on your pained face, then the bullet wound on your chest. You can see dark shadows casting over his face, the tremor of his hands, the slowing of his breath - all working together to keep his gears turning you assume. He quickly swims forward. "Quick, the Ilu."

You feel yourself being held around your body - suddenly, warmth feels like an unfamiliar concept. When had you become so cold to the outside world? When had you closed yourself off that warmth was foreign?

Though in odd, you fashion, you're not panicking. You're just lying there, gazing at the sky and letting chaos erupt around you. Sounds are muffled, and you don't know what's happening but you can only assume they're taking you to land.

The sky looks uncharacteristically blue - against all odds you've found yourself in. Eywa is in mourning.

Maybe it's because you cannot fathom that you, your own life, cannot end. You feared losing loved ones, but never feared nor thought about dying. It's not like you were immortal of course, one day you were going to leave the physical world and join the all mother amongst your family.

You just didn't think it would happen this soon. And you still think against it - you think against it when Mr Sully lays you down on cold rock, when he turns you over to inspect something, and when he looks at you with a faraway look.

"Dad," Neteyam chokes out.

Everything hurts and you start struggling to breath. Light headed, that's when you stop thinking  all together.

"Am I-" you gasp for air, surprised that you, out of all people, is struggling to speak. You were quite chatty, at least that's what they told you. "Am I, dying?"

"No!" yells Neteyam, he's cupping your head with his palm, not letting your head touch the cold surface. "You're not dying, ____!"

He's sobbing, and you look around the faces of the people you consider loved ones. Lo'ak is wide  eyed, staring at your probably paled face. He looks in utter agony and...confusion? Mr. Sully is crying, this is the first time you have seen him cry - be so vulnerable. He was Toruk Makto, so he'd always dismiss you with a nod, sometimes crack a joke here and there but stay stern all the while. He was clutching your hand, his own shaking. Kiri was just now arriving at the little land formation, and the look of her horror on her face brings tears to your eyes. You were dying - no. You were dead, it was final.

You try to calm your breathing, an obscene contrast to the gushing blood on your chest. You couldn't speak, but you could feel. And you were feeling the love of the people around you - and with the intensity of it, you deemed it a worthy way to go.

Neteyam however, was cluthing on your hand, hard. "You are not leaving me ____....Dad!" he sobs, a wretched sound breaking through his chest as he doubles over your body and shudders. "Do something!"

He's yelling, screeching even. His dad looks in anguish at his son's state, or perhaps because he feels utterly helpless at saving you.

"It's okay, Neteyam." you say softly, in a very wispy voice; "You're going to be okay."

You smile, and he screams, trashing and hugging your body to his chest. You try to push him away, but to no avail. Your limbs have fallen weak, you have already accepted the pain. "No!" he screams again, chest reverbeting against your deflating form.

"No, no, no, no!"

Mr Sully grabs ahold of his son and softly pulls him back, seperating him from you, "Son, please," his voice sounds broken.

Lo'ak is silent beside you, head held down, shuddering. Warm droplets are hitting your arm, and you can only guess it's tears. Kiri is on her knees, begging To Great Mother.

But you know it's final. And you don't feel too sad about it. You'd get to be with your parents, and Eywa, and all that. You'd be happy, you know you would be.

"____! No, I have to tell-" Neteyam gasps, trashing in his fathers hold. "I love you, I see you. Please,"

You're eyes have finally glazed over, you're gone.

You hadn't heard, and that only breaks Neteyam more. He screams in agony, clawing at your body, shaking you so, somehow, miraculously, you would open your eyes, tell him you love him and that you wan't to spend the rest of your life with him.

But there is no, "rest”. This was it for you, this was your life. When you had told him that you wanted to spend your life exploring Pandora, this was the extent. You would never have that, you will never be able to fulfill your dream because this day was the entirety of your future and present.

Neteyam is helpless. He had somehow escaped his fathers hold and was hugging your lifeless body close to his. Shrieks were ripping from his throat, desperately trying to transfer some sort of energy into your limbs. He could feel his mother's warmth surround him, a weak force pulling him back. "Please, don't. Let me hold her."

He sounded so broken, empty, purposeless that his mother and father break down as well.

[writeoffside]

DOCUMENTS AND DESTINIES, part three

♯ battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader - 3/?

PART ONE | PART TWO

summary: Continuation of part one and two of documents and destinies — You both have different views, different lifestyles, you're two completely different people. You finally seem to get closer with your co-workers but the night seem to take it all away from you the same exact day. Bruce also finds himself getting closer, but to you. Even hurt, he thinks of you.

warnings: swearing, usual violence, drugs, mentioned of medical conditions

info: english isn't my first language, i apologize in advance for all the mistakes (if there are any!)

a/n: part thrEee!! i hope ur gonna be fine with my picks for this chapter :) if someone is more of a partaaayyyy type, im sorry </3

He was, once again, limping back home. His usual confident stride of a walk was replaced with a noticeable limp. He was dragging his leg and there was a particular pain in his side, a sharp one. His suit was dirty, the wet clothes full of dirt and blood sticked to his skin. It hung heavy on him. His knees were bucking as he held himself on his trembling legs.

He slid off the bike cautiously, cursing to himself for not taking the car tonight. His movements were labored and limped. 

Cluthing his side as he tried to stand steady on his buckled knees. He slowly approached the table in the centre of the cave and pulled the nearest chair. With no thoughts he collapsed down onto it, crashing against the table next to him. Crashing his hurt sides against the edge of the table with a loud thud, making some things fall off it.

"Damn it! Fuck!" He shouted as he quickly cluthed his aching side. A impact shot a sharp jolting paint through his whole, already bruised and aching, body. 

He tried to adjust his position on the chair, to be further from the table but every move of his body seemed to make the pain even worse than it actually was. 

A pained gasp left his lips as he reached for the small medical kit with supplies on the table. As he reached forward for it, another shot of pain jolted through his body, making his arm crash against the kit and push it off the table. The sharp pain shooting through his body made it difficult to take care of his own injuries by himself.

"Damn it all," he breathed out, frustration in his voice. His fist dropping onto the table with a loud sound.

Other items fell from the table — paperworks, books, gadgets and medical supplies what he needed at that moment.

He cursed under his breath and shut his eyes with a ragged breath. He leaned forward to retrieve the fallen objects, with one hand cluthing his bruised side. A gasps coming out of his lips as he leans downward.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened wide and the butler himself entered the cave. His eyes widened at the sight of his young master, leaning down, holding his side, dirty and bloody with half of his items on the floor.

"Bruce! You're injured and you're trying to handle all this yourself?" Alfred become frustrated as well, coming quickly to his side, holding his shoulder. His voice sharp but full of concern.

"I can manage this myself." Bruce muttered under his breath, leaning back up against the chair, teeth baring out as another pain shoots throughout his body. His palm digging into his side as he cluthes it as hardest as he can. 

Alfred quickly shakes his head and picks up the fallen medicak supplies from the floor. Gathering all the needed items and putting them back up. He quickly tried to get ahold of Bruce and sit him comfortably back into the chair, without him sliding off it.

Alfred carefully unfastened the parts of the suit. The particular hard part was the cowl this time. A pained groans and gasps were coming out of his lips as Alfred held the cowl in his head. A demanding 'stop, stop, stop it!' were coming out of Bruce's lips when he tried to pull it off. He winced as the cowl started to slip up his face.

"Stay still," Alfred muttured strictly as Bruce kept whining, "This is not time for you to be stubborn. You've been through worse." 

His breaths were pained and ragged through his nose, his teeth biting his lower lip as the cowl slowly slid up. With Alfred's careful hands, the cowl was finally removed with a loud growl coming. out of Bruce's chest. 

He worked on the rest of the suit, along with the cape. He worked quickly but gently to totally minimize Bruce's discomfort and pain. 

As he was finally out of the suit, he slumped back into the chair, throwing his head back. The relief was palpable, even though the pain remained in his body. 

As the time went by, Alfed worked on his wounds and injuries. His steady, practiced hands were carefully working on each wound he brought tonight home. The pain was intense, but the presence of the butler and his skilled doctoring skills helped to ease it. 

From tending and cleaning the wounds, stitching few ones and helping with other ones. He worked in silence as he doesn't want to argue with the young master anymore. His movements of hands were cautious and precise as he worked. 

"Stay still, Bruce."

Bruce groaned and then nodded, "I'm sorry..." His voice now softer than before.

"It's not about being sorry. It's about taking care of yourself and knowing when to accept help from others as well. We all have limits at some point, even you. You cannot help others if you cannot help yourself, Bruce." Alfred's gaze softened and he looked up from his work.

Bruce sighed as he leaned back into the chair, closing his eyes as he did so. Letting Alfred's words sink in. Despite his own decision of being the night's vigilante, he was beginning to feel the weight of his own limitations. The events fo tonight did really take a toll on him and he knows he can expect even worse in the future.

After a while, Alfred finished tending the wounds and injuries. He stood back with groan and grabbed his cane, keeping a stern eye on the young master, who's draped over the chair.

"There. You're done," Alfred said, leaning himself against the cane. He turned around and began to clean up the medical supplies he used, which are scattered around the table. Putting the items back to their place and closing the medical kit. 

With a soft smile, he was on his heels, turning around, on his way to the elevator. The sound of his footsteps and the cane hitting the floor slowly disappeared as he entered the elevator. 

Bruce relaxed against the chair, dropping his head back as he draped his body over it. The cave, which was filled with pained groans and chaos moments ago, was now calm and quiet. The only sound were the bats in the highs of the cave and faint sound of his machineries, and gadgets somewhere in the distance of the cave.

His breaths were slow, the rhytmic rise and fall giving a small comfort to the body. Trying to focus on the sound of his breathing as he tried to relax. 

In the quietness of the cave, his thoughts drifted to the events before. The mission was supposed to go smoothly— hide in the shadows of the old abandoned factory, that there were meeting at, listen to the information, and then come into the scene. It has been more brutal than he anticipated. They noticed him as they met up, the flickering light showing his presence making the thugs call out for the help, who were watching over them. Taking him out without second thought.

His thoughts once again drifted, not to the events of tonight. But to the events from few nights ago. 

To you. 

The night's events had been intense and brutal, but the presence of you lingered in his mind. A spot of light shining amongst the darkness.

He recalled the brief interaction, when he came to your office to return the archives. The surprised expression you had on your face, which then turned into a beaming smile. There was something about you. The way you had reacted to the unexpected kindness he had showed you. 

The memory of your smile. The memory of your voice. He felt the corner of his twitch upwards as his mind raced around you.

The night where he took you home, in his arms and his car. The way you looked so vulnerable in your sleep. When you woke up, how your words were mixed with embarrassment and gratitude. 

He also knew that he felt disappointed with himself as well. 

For sitting, perched, on top of buildings, watching you. Keep an eye on your figure as you walked home. Just like tonight. 

Before all that action happened.

Those were brief moments of Bruce's life, where he felt like a human. Moment of normalcy in his life otherwise of the shadows he hid in. 

His actions, while he was with you has been a reminder of his human side of existence he has. A side that he doesn't usually show. Which he keeps for himself. A one, which is often behind the shadow of the dominant side of his role as the dark knight of Gotham, The Batman.

Work has been usually quiet today. There wasn't many paperworks to work on. Not many emails to send and check. It has been smooth today. 

You had everything done under a great time, leaving some time to actually get some coffee for yourself during the day. 

It was Friday and you couldn't be more glad how free the friday felt apart from the other ones. With no much to do, the day has actually passed quickly.

With a last folder in your bag, you're locking the door of the office behind yourself. Your heels click against the floor as you walk the long hallways of the building towards the exit, ready to go home.

Just as you were about to open the exit door, a voice called out your name.

It was Fabia, from accounting section, her smile warm and inviting. She quickly walked towards you and with quick breath she started.

"I was just wondering, if you were free tonight? The other girls and I are heading out for drinks tonight. And you're, like, totally welcome to join us!" She chirped with a smile. 

You stop and think for a brief moment but then a smile comes onto your face, "Oh, I'd love to join along!" 

"Yay! Great! I have got your number, so I'll add you to the groupchat, that we have with other girls! Just text us when you get home, so we can make sure you're all set!" Fabia enthusiastically said, clasping her hands together as she spoke.

"Will do. Thank you!" You nodded with a smile and waved her a goodbye as you opened the door and left the building towards the nearest subway.

As you walked towards the subway, you felt a sense of anticipation for the evening coming ahead. It was a nice gesture from your colleague and a chance to meet other ones and unwind with them.

The walk to the subway was quick. This time there wasn't a seat available, so you stood the whole way home. 

The train rocked to stop at your stop and you finally hopped off, ascending the steps out of the subway station, right towards the path home.

The second you were home, you pulled out your phone to the notification of being added to a groupchat. After a quick text to the group, to confirm your plans, the girls were already texting about the best bars and fine time to go. 

You took your time under the hot comforting embrace of shower. Helping to wash away the day of work. You lingered under the shower for few more moments, savoring the relaxation the warm water brought to you.

Once it was over, you stepped out and made your way to your room to plan the outfit of the evening.

In your bedroom, you laid out mix of skirts, dresses, pants, flowy tops, shirts, blouses and different types of clothes onto the ned. You ran your fingers over the various types of fabrics and let your eyes wander on the different colors.

After trying on different sets of outfits, you finally found the one. You firstly tried on a light blue jeans with a dark blue flowy top with a set of black pointy shoes you own. You felt like it wasn't the point you hoped for, so you tried different one. (outfit 1)

The second outfit you considered was a white corset top with a black mini skirt, with a nice tights and a good thrifted belt you had. It looked worthy a night out! But as you were picking it, the girls groupchat erupted with ideas of all being in black. (outfit 2)

Then the third idea came over you and that's the one you actually went with. It was a short black mini dress, with multiple different sewings and see through sides. The skirt was flowy and it was matched with a black belt around your figure. You paired it with two black high-heeled boots. with some dark tights. (outfit 3) 

It was perfect for a Friday night out. Comfortable, flattering and you looked hot! You decided that this was the right one and then moved onto the next step.

You sat in front of the little mirror you had propped on your desk in your room. You decided on more of a natural makeup than a heavy one. A one which enhanced your features just right. 

As you stepped back, you were pleased with yourself and your look.

The cold breeze of Gotham City biting at your exposed skin. You stood just outside of your apartment, waiting for the girls to pick you up to start the night.

Your arms were sneaked around your waist as you held yourself tight. Shivering slightly as the wind blows at some point. Pointlessly cursing yourself for not taking a jacket or coat.

The streets were relatively quiet. The distant sound of sirens could be heard, reminder of the never quite resting city. The hum of traffic from streets ahead and occasionally a sound of a cars honking. 

The girls were running late. 

The last message came around ten or fifteen minutes before, saying that they're around the corner. Shifting from one foot to other, you impatiently waited for the familiar headlights of their car to appear somewhere nearby. 

Finally, after what felt like ages, a bright headlights of a car pulled to the curb, where you were standing.

A sleek off-black car puled to the side, the window slid down and the familiar faces popped out. A loud chatter from the girls inside could be heard as the window rolled down and as well the loud banging of the radio.

Fabia was at the passenger seat, enthusiastically waving at her with a beaming smile. 

She shouted your name and you quickly walked towards the car, "Get it!" She exclaimed with a grin.

You hurriedly ran around the car, into the backseat where other girls were. You opened the door and slid inside. All the girls beamed at your sight. You were greeted with their excited welcoming, and even more excited chatter about the night ahead. Some girls even gawked at your look, which then came with a huge burst of genuine compliments thrown at you. 

From the passenger seat, Fabia turned around and gave you a sad smile, "I'm so sorry if we had you waiting so long! Marla's boyfriend insisted on driving us, because apparently we wouldn't be able to drive ourselves back home!" She quickly turned her gaze at the driver, who gave her an apologetic smile with a shrug of his shoulders.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you spoke, "No worries! At least we have someone to stay sober to get us home." You joked with a smile.

As the car got into a movement and drove off, the chatter began once again. 

"So... Take a wild guess, where we're going tonight!" One of the girls, Denise, piped into the conversation. Her and Marla were the ones who took care of which bar, you were heading tonight. 

"Probably the corner one, where you two keep going to... You seriously gotta find a new one!" A new blonde girl spoke, her name was Deanna. You haven't met her yet, only walked past her few times in the building. 

A loud laughter came from Marla and Denise at her response. They both clapped their hands as they laughed, making Deanna roll her eyes.

"Nah! You're not gonna believe this. We're not going to just some bar! We're going to the fucking Iceberg Lounge!" Marla beamed loudly as she slapped her knees. Toothy grin coming onto her face as she watched other girls. 

"We managed to snag a spot tonight, apparently it's gonna be packed tonight!" She giggled loudly, "also because Denise slept with one of the fuckers working there." She pushed an elbow into the girl next to her, making Denise hide her face into her hands and groan loudly. 

You couldn't help but feel nervousness grow throughout your whole body. The Iceberg Lounge was one of the infamous bars in the Gotham City. Frequented by the Gotham's infamous elites and even more infamously mentioned figures along the highs of the city. It wasn't the kind of a bar, you had expected to be going to tonight. But the nervousness started to settle down and a thrill started to go up, soon enough, you were laughing and grinning with the girls. Talking about the upcoming night.

"It's gonna be insane!" Fabia spoke with a loud open-mouthed laugh as she looked back towards the girls pushed on each others on the backseats of the car.

It was nothing like you expected. The night just began and you were already on your third drink. The dance floor was packed, the bar crowded with men and women, and blasting techno music sounded throughout the whole building.

The flashing lights, the loud music, it all felt distant and unfamiliar. Like you didn't belong here. It felt like you were watching from behind a glass wall, taking it all in but not quite understanding it all.

You were sitting with the girls in one booth around a round table. All of them laughing,  already in a deep conversation over multiple different topics. Fabia and another girl which you didn't recognize were draped over the table, giggling and talking about the hookups they saw and are planning to go home with tonight. 

"See that buffy by the bar? He's mine tonight!" The girl you didn't recognize pointed across the room towards the bar, where it was crowded by different groups. 

Fabia let her eyes rank over the bar until she spotted the man that the girl mentioned. Her hand coming up to her mouth as she let out couple of giggles. 

Deanna was hanging out at the dancefloor with an unknown man, swaying her hips and hold her drink in the air. A bright smile on her face as she danced with him to the beat of the music.

You remained quiet, swirling the ice in your drink with the straw as your gaze wandered around the people in the crowd. You were excited to finally go out with the girls but you were expecting something different. The infamous bar felt different to her than the other ones in the city. This one was alive. Too alive.

You made up a small excuse in your mind, that you would use to step out of the bar to get some of the fresh air. And maybe catch a nearest taxi to get home. 

Just as you felt that it was the right time to use it, Marla and Denise returned to the booth. Both tipsy with another drinks in each hand. Denise had returned with another trophy, not a drink, but a unfamiliar man. Her arm was linked through his as she grinned. 

"Heyyyy!" She slurred out with a tipsy laugh, "look who we found!" She exclaimed loudly with a toothy grin, pulling the guy towards the table. 

The man was unknown and unfamiliar to you. He was tall compared to Denise and other girls. He had a nice tonned brown skin with a set of locks on his head. A dark mustache under his nose and a stuble across his lower face. He had an earing peeking out from his ear. He was casually wearing a black tank top with what looked a dark green cargo pants. 

"Look what I got you, girls!" He slurred, his voice thick. A small plastic bags hit the centre of table with a soft thud blocked out with the blaring music. It's content sliding out of the opened side— tiny brightly redish orange colored pills.

The girls around the table errupted into gaspa and then laughter, everyone reaching for the bags as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Some of the girls let out a squeak of excitement as they pulled out the contents. 

For a moment, everything around you seemed to stop, to freeze. Your stomach tightened as you watched others take the pills with excitement. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest as you stred at the girls and at the bags on the table.

Your mind was racing. Your thoughts drifting in between each other as you watched the scene in front of you. Everyone was in like a slow motion. You watched as the girls had their own drops pills and use them. 

"Oh my god, Denise!" The unknown girl squeaked loudly as she pulled out the tiny pills out of the small plastic bag.

You didn't belong here.

This was not the night you expected. This wasn't the ideal night. It was supposed to be girls night out, dancing, few drinks, having fun. Not pills, drugs, finding men to fuck and reckless decisions to be made.

Your third drink was shaking in your hand. It was already making your mind swim, and the sight of drugs seemed to make it even worse.

Denise kissed the guy and giggled as she let him to sit in the booth with other girls. He sat with a smug smirk and his amrms were crossed on his chest as he watched the girls take the drops. 

Marla took one bag and then looked over to you, a smug expression on her face and she waved the bag in front of your face, "You want one, babe? This is the party beginning! This will get the night gooooing!" She exclaimed loudly as she waved the bag.

"No. I'm good." You gave her a soft smile and shook your head. Your mouth is dry. The pressure of the night is getting to you. 

You glaced around the table, Denise was leaning against the unknown man with her own drops and drink in her hands. The man staring down at her with a smirk, as his hand held her thigh. Marla was talking with Fabia and the unknown girl, laughing at something one of them said. Few more girls were sat around the table, which you didn't recognize. You were wondering if Deanna was doing this as well. She seemed happy on the dancefloor few minutes ago.

"I- I think I need some fresh air, excuse me..." You muttured, putting your drink on the table with a fake smile. Standing up from the booth.

Marla seemed to waved her off with no thoughts, too engrossed and high to even ntoice the tightness and fakeness in your voice, "Yeah, go ahead! We'll be there." 

With no other word muttered, you're pushing through the crowd, slipping away from the girls. The thudding techno music seeming to be more distant with each step you took. The noise of the music, the annoying people, the sweaty bodies, the blurry faces, it all melted away the second you reached the door. 

The cold breeze flung around you as you finally stepped out into the night. The distant sounds of the city being alive brought you back to the reality that you much belonged to. 

For a moment, you just stood there. Letting the cold air fly against you. Letting the chill of the cool night clear your head. 

As you stood there, breathing, taking it all in. You couldn't shake off the feeling that somebody was watching you, the feeling lingering in the back of your mind. You looked behind yourself, nothing. Just the doors you came from. In front of you another building, some rooms had their lights on, some not. Anybody could be watching you, it's Gotham. What can you expect?

You stood there, outside the Iceberg Lounge, where all your friends were. Having the nights of their lives, laughing, dancing, having fun. And doing drugs. 

Part of you wanted to just turn around and leave, go home, leave the night behind yourself. But the other part told you to stay. There was a voice telling you to stay. That you're gonna be the odd one in the group. The one who's not having fun. The one who couldn't keep up with their friends. Yet that part made your stomach turn. You didn't want to go back, sit at that table and watch your friends take various types of drugs. 

Evereyone else around seemed so in with the night and with everything happening there, ready for whatever might come. And there you were, feeling out of place. Like you didn't belong there.

As you stood there, your eye caught on the building ahead of you. Something in the shadows. A small movement. Quick and deliberate. Your eyes darted up and stared. Waiting for it to move once again. You waited, waited and waited. It was gone... Or maybe it wasn't even there at the first place.

You quickly shook your head, snickering to yourself. You're in literal Gotham! Paranoia of the shadows was just part of living there.

Your phone buzzed. A message came through.

"girl where did u go???? we're gonna be up all night! u sure u don't wanna stay and join the fun?" 

Fabia texted you. Then couple of emojis came through. You sighed as you stared at the message. You wanted to have fun tonight, but this wasn't how you wanted it go. You glanced up to the sky with a sigh and thought about your options. 

You sighed and looked back down, typing a response.

"Hey! I'm heading home. Not really feeling it tonight :( You guys have fun though!" 

You sent the message, relieved with your decision. With no other thought, you turned your phone and started walking towards the nearest subway. As you walked, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there were eyes blaring through your back. Watching your every move from the shadows. 

Far above you, there he was perched on the building, in the shadows that your eyes pierced at few moments before.

His keen eyes watching your every move since you stepped out of the Iceberg Lounge. He watched as you walked down the stairs to the subway station at the end of the street. 

As you were no more in his sight, he was satisfied with himself, knowing you were now safe. Out of the Gotham's dark ways full of danger.

He turned and disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving no trace behind as he made his way to his next mission into an old abandoned factory at the side of the Gotham. 

PART ONE

PART TWO

thank u for readinggg :)

give it some love if u liked it thank uu <3

[beastsovrevelation]

Michael Langdon x Female!SO (N/S/F/W edition 🍋)

Originally a reference sheet my WIP's. Mostly generalized headcanons. A seperate list of specific scenarios can be found here.

Switch for the right woman. Still, he certainly wants his fair share of dominance.

Likes it when seduction takes effort. If a girl is hard to get, he'll want her all the more. But. Should he feel the chase is taking too long, he may resort to drastic measures. Not rape, think more he imprisons his love interest, until she accepts him. Isn't beyond coercion.

Will absolutely fuck his love interest while she holds a blade to his throat. Think Troy, but she never drops the knife.

Despite the previous points, he enjoys when it his SO takes initiative. Shove him onto down, and mount him. Wait for him in lingerie. Come onto him, seriously.

He bites. A lot. Marking his territory turns him on.

Likes to show off. The notion of getting heard, or even caught, doesn't bother him. He wants others to know his love interest belongs to him, and him alone.

"Your're mine" is a constant. Will go feral if his SO tells him the same, or responds "I'm yours."

Prone to getting rough. Will cluth his lover's hips until they're bruised, pull her hair, wrap his fingers around her throat. He wants her nails ripping his back open. He is a Beast, after all.

Loves eye contact, and seeing his SO's face contort with the pleasure he gives her. This kind of despair turns him on. Loves to leave her exhausted, breathless, and empty-headed. Often takes time to admire her limp, sweat-covered body afterwards. Isn't against receiving the same treatment, though.

Enjoys giving and receiving oral equally. A master of cunnilingus. Likes to grasp his lover by the chin after coming into her mouth, and watch her swallow. Alternatively, doesn't mind being kissed with his own cum still in her mouth.

Has extremely high stamina. Also, often prefers long foreplay. Loves to tease.

Big into pillow talk.

Enjoys his Mark being kissed and licked.

Can get toxic. As in, sometimes, he'll pin his SO down and, essentially, force himself on her during an argument, or when he's frustrated/angry. But, he'll stop if he's told to.

Has a huge breeding kink.

His adoration of breasts may or may not have to do with the previous point.

Into ritual sex.

Excited by blood. Him and his lover drawing each other's blood. Sharing blood. Bathing in the blood of a victim or a sacrifice

[thunder-point]

Omega Phum sleeping in Peem's bed during a group sleepover and nobody dares join him because he STINKS (affectionate).

(heady empty just thinking of Phum being comfortable in his own skin and his own scent and how sometimes his very VERY expressive scent sometimes gets positively obscene because of Peem, and Peem is NOT dealing well.)

I have it mapped perfectly in my head from letting it marinate, dear Alan.

So here it is:

Peem and his friends are, as usual, in Peem's backyard drinking and having fun playing silly games. But Tan keeps yawning every five minutes, eyes bleary and slow-blinking. Words partially slurred. His exhaustion is even more obvious because he's not whining about Fang not being here anymore.

"Told you," Peem laughs, regarding his friend mirtfully. "Just go into my room and take a nap, Tan. For real. We won't stay for much longer either."

What Peem doesn't expect is for Tan to flush, ears catching flames just like his cheeks. The Omega gives him a sheepish look and shakes his head. "What?" Peem's brow furrows. "Why? You didn't have a problem with my bed yesterday, you asshole. I changed the sheets this morning!"

"That's not it," Tan mumbles, and starts fidgeting of all things. "Look, Phum is there. Okay?" "Okay? I know. I sent him to sleep earlier. He couldn't even walk straight when he got here. Just go join him." "I can't," Tan grouses. The embarrassment in his scent spikes, as does his frustration. "I tried to earlier, when I went to the bathroom? But-- He like, took his scent blockers off, I think."

Peem's mind blanks for a second. He can't even hear their other friends conversing and laughing around them. "What?" Peem asks weakly. "He-" "He took his scent blockers off," Tan repeats, and this time he gets a knowing glint in his tired eyes. "Your room fucking stinks of him, Peem. I know when I can and can't overstep into a nest, okay? So... yeah. Where are you going-" Tan's words end up in laughter, but Peem is already up and halfway through the big doors of his aunt's cafe. He mumbles a coming right back when Q calls after him in confusion.

He just... can't ignore it. It's not that he's not used to his boyfriend's scent in the open. That's a threshold they passed a long time ago. He's just not used to Phum taking his scent blockers off and not asking Peem to scent him right away. Especially if their friends are over.

Sweet coffee slaps him in the face when he opens his bedroom door. He has to take a second to just breathe, regain his bearings. He cluthes at the doorway and stares at his bed, feeling heat in his entire body. Phum is curled around the buffalo bear plushie he gifted Peem on their first official date, breathing evenly into the faux fur of its horn. Neck bared and unmarked, glistening with sweat. His broad figure looks so small cuddled under Peem's blankets.

Jesus. Peem exhales a silent, nearly hysteric laugh. His boyfriend is sleeping peacefully after a day full of presentations and projects and here is Peem, tweaking just from his scent, fighting the urge to mount and bite right into that untouched scent gland on his neck. He stays in the middle of the room with his head in his hands until he feels like he's not scent-drunk, and then relents the slightest bit.

Peem just means to climb into the bed and curl around Phum. Just that. It's innocent enough, it should satisfy his Alpha enough.

But then Phum stirs as soon as the bed dips under Peem's weight, a drowsy sound escaping his throat. He slaps his lips together, eyes barely open, and turns towards Peem's frozen body. "Peem," Phum murmurs, voice husky, and Peem is fucking weak. He huffs, hand reaching to smoothen Phum's brown strands off his face. "What gave me away, hm?" "Mmm... Scent." He can't contain the sound of disbelief, or the quiet giggle when Phum all my tugs him over to bury his face in Peem's collarbone. "Are you kidding?" Peem asks lowly, lounging a leg over Phum's waist. "This room might as well be yours with how much you scented it." "It is," Phum slurs. Lazy and content. "It's mine, 'cos you're mine." "Alright," Peem snorts, ignoring the simmering heat in his lower abdomen. "You turned everyone away, pup. Tan thinks you're nesting." Phum only dignifies that with a single grunt, seeming to be already more asleep than awake. Peem's lips curl like affection. He stares down at Phum, uncaring if the plushie is stuck uncomfortably under his ribs, and resists for just one more second before he leans down to inhale against Phum's scent gland. He bites it softly. Phum jolts under him and lets out a throaty whine, partially in protest. His scent sweetens, though, and Peem's eyelashes flutter in satisfaction as it spreads across his tongue. "Peem," Phum mumbles, hand curling against Peem's tummy. "Sleep. Don't make me get hard. Please." Peem hums, eyes closed. Fair. It's fair. He can't get them both going just because Peem is a selfish bastard and Phum looks so pliant and smells so decadently- Smushing his nose against Phum's sweaty temple, Peem makes a sound of acknowledgment. He doesn't think he imagines Phum's muffled laugh. "Later," Phum whispers, rough like a purr, and slips his arm around Peem's waist. "And yes." "Yes what?" Peem asks absentmindedly, already feeling like a furnace in the pocket they created for themselves in the middle of the bed. Sleep comes easy in moments like these. "I'm nesting," Phum murmurs, before cuddling closer to the Alpha. "G' night, baby." But Peem can't say it back. He's stuck, flabbergasted and aroused, staring into the darkness of his room. It's safe to say he doesn't fall asleep right away. The End. :D I HOPE IT WAS AT LEAST A BIT ENTERTAINING! Thank you forever and always for giving me brainrotting ideas and inspiration for this universe and any universe, Alan. I value it deeply. Cherish it with all my might. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 <3 <3

[9mysterybook6]

really rhyli You still spread lies about me and harass me

You are really pathetic

Sick and pathetic person

You are really brainless if you think you will get away with your actions

You're just doing this because you have nothing against me.

Just trying desperately to get rid of me and hoping I'll leave tumblr.

And some of your posts just a copy of my my writing Then you edited the writing.

And all you do is take pictures of my gacha and write about that I'm I am evil and stuff.

Actually, you are the one who is afraid here.

You are afraid because I am right and I have a lot of evidence against you

You have nothing to prove what you're saying.

You are just a person who lives in her head and imagination

You don't just need to see a psychiatrist, you need to be taken to a mental hospital.

It is clear that you have many problems. I mean, look at what you write.

Redeem To Be Loyal, Outgoing And Clean Cluthes It Doesn't Mean corrupt,

Excuse me, what do you mean by loyalty? to you🙄

What about clothes? This is nonsense.

This is the talk of a crazy person who lives in her head

What about your bullying and harassment of others?

Stop harassing others

Are you really that blind that you don't realize you will regret all your actions?

You will regret bullying, harassing and annoying everyone.

I warn you to stop spreading lies about others and harassing them

Leave everyone alone now.

You are just a person who lives in her imagination and does not accept reality

You write stories about them as if they are the villains and you are the heroine. Don't make me laugh.

What about their pictures and you write that they are apologies to you?

This is all in your head and imagination and Not real

You are just a person living in your imagination Hazbin Hotel and thinking you are a god.

(And as everyone responds to your type)

If you were a god, make the sea fly in its air and the sky a more green and orange color.

Make Antarctica a place like Hawaii

Make the sun rise in the west and set in the east

Make it rain cotton candy all over the world.

But don't write it in a story, it has to happen in reality.

If you make rain cotton candy all over the world In reality

I would be wrong about you BUT If you don't do this. This proves what I'm saying about you.

Didn't you say that you created the earth?

Where is your evidence that you created the Earth?

Remember Don't write it in imagination, make it a reality.

I will follow the weather news and wait to a News about rain cotton candy

It would be better for you not to make up any excuse for not doing rain cotton candy

If you make any excuses, that will prove what I said about you.

This is the type of person who always gets slapped in the face when we say reality and logic.

Did you see what I did to you Rhylie?

I reply to you like a professional While YOU respond to me with harassing words and hateful drawings about me And steal my posts And you spread lies about me and others

Plus you didn't explain why I'm saying hateful things to you You didn't tell the whole truth.

You just took a screenshot of the bad part I said about you.

Now is the time to start

And as I said before, tomorrow I better find the weather forecast talking about rain cotton candy In reality.

You are not allowed to write a story or make a comic.

Or anything related to the choice of your mind in your imagination

I am asking you to do this in real life

But we all know the answer already.😏

Right guys🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

[luvyeni]

just saw the thing you wrote for hook up!felix and that gave me an idea

could you write smth where lix and the reader are basically together (not officially but they only fuck with each other and everyone knows) and one night at a party, after they had a little fight, the reader is messing around flirting w other guys in front of felix so obviously he gets full of it and takes her somewhere else and they fight about it but with a very sexual tension in the air so things get veeery smutty and rough

i would appreciate it sm! love your work <3

NOT TOGETHER (YOU'RE MINE) ; LEE FELIX

pairings. hookup!felix x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. fingering, ass slapping, doggystyle, unprotected sex, marking,

i hope you like it !

after a fight with felix before a party, you decide to piss him off with

—

"i told you not to worry about her , we aren't hooking up , i told you." you both walked up the steps of the party chan was throwing. "oh really ? why the fuck is she telling people that then felix im not stupid." you scoffed. "she's lying , besides why are you so jealous , we aren't together." he knocked on the door, you genuinely thought he was joking , since he was the one who lead you to believe you were.

"are you serious?" he was about to say something , when the door opened. "how's my favorite couple!" chan didn't notice the tension. "got it." you said , walking into the house. "what's going on with you guys?" he turned to felix. "nothing hyung, you know how she is , she's your sister." he made his way into the house.

he tried to follow after you , but you had already grabbed a drink , making your way out of the kitchen , walking past him. "are you serious?" he sighed , but you showed him no attention , going to dance with some friends.

you were dancing when someone came up behind you. "you look good." you turned recognizing the voice. "hi yeonjun , how are you?" you smiled. "i'm good , im good." his eyes were traveling down your figure , biting his lip. "why haven't you called me in a while?" he said. "busy." yeah busy with felix. "are you to busy to dance with me?" he asked ,you turned back to felix who was watching the scene play out in front of him. "no im not." you turned back to him.

felix was seeing red , biting the inside of his cheek , watching you dance too close to yeonjun. you two were whispering stuff in each other ear , laughing , and yeonjun's hands was dangerously close to your ass. "what's going on with you two?" han stood next to felix. "nothing." he cluthed his glass tightly , "nothing at all." he left the boy standing there , making his way over to you.

"＿ , can i speak to you." he stood right in front of you. "i'll go get you another drink." yeonjun walked away , and felix grabbed your hand , pulling you away. "felix ! let me go." you shrieked , but he annoyed you , dragging you up the stairs to the bathroom , closing the door behind you.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he said. "what do you mean?" he rolled his eyes , you were playing stupid. "don't play dumb , letting him touch you like that knowing- knowing what?" you stopped him. "that we're together? you made that clear we aren't so why are you so upset." you said , he huffed.

"exactly , so im gonna go back and dance." you went to reach for the door , but he spoke up. "you're acting like a bitch." you stopped turning around, your hand going straight across his face. "fuck you." you opened the door , but he slammed it , caging you in between him and the door. "you're not leaving out so stop it." you turned to face him ,you opened your mouth to say something , but his head came up to your throat.

"you done , you done actually like a brat?" you squirmed , but he grabbed your hip , stopping you from moving. "let me go." he squeezed tighter , you whimpered , he noticed , smirking. "is that what's wrong , you just need to be fucked." you scoffed. "that's you." your hand travelled to his pants , squeezing his cock. "how about you go fuck that girl , and let me get back to yeonjun." he had enough , smashing his lips into yours , pulling away , making his way to your neck.

"you're mine , i guess you haven't fully gotten that." he bit down , making you moan. "fu..fuck felix." he sucked a bunch of marks on your neck. his hand came up to your boob , squeezing it , before his hand , slipped into your pants , cupping your heat. "look at you , all fucking wet." he pushed your panties to the side , rubbing your clit. "fe..felix , please." you whined. "please touch me." he pushed two fingers into your hole.

"look at you clenching around me , you sure you want to go back out with yeonjun?" you shook your head , your head was against the door , as he fucked into your cunt. "clenching around my fingers like a slut , you're gonna cum?" you nodded frantically. "p..please let me cum." he pulled his fingers out , you whimpered at the loss. "no , please ,please." he smirked watching you beg.

"you're not cumming unless it's on my cock." he turned your body around , pushing you against the sink , pulling your pants down to your ankle , snacking your ass. "felix!" you yelped. "be quiet, im gonna fuck you." he slapped your ass again , unbuckling his pants , pushing his pants down , along with his underwear.

he pulled his cock out , slapping it against your ass. "i want to hear you scream." he lined his cock up with your aching hole. "want them to hear." he pushed into you , your mouth opening in a oh shape , as he seethed himself all the way inside you. "so fucking tight." he pulled out of you , slamming back in. "fe..felix , so so full."

he pushed your head down , as he fucked into you. "that's it -shit- take my cock , only i can fuck you like this , you think yeonjun or anyone else can fuck you like i can , make you cum the way i do." he grabbed your hair , pulling you against him. "fucking answer me!" he tugged at your hair. "no..no one can." you moaned out as he let you hair go , the only thing keeping your upperbody up was the sink as he roughly fucked into you.

"that's right , no one can -fuck- this pussy is mine , you understand?" you nodded , "sh..shit felix , im gonna cum!" you screamed. "shit- me too , hold it." he fucked into you faster , slapping your ass as he chased his high. "oh my god ! fe..felix i can't, i can't hold it." he reached down in front of you rubbing circles on your clit.

"shit, im gonna cum too, gonna let me cum inside you, keep in for the whole party." you were on the edge. "yes..please let me cum." tears running down your eyes. "shit , im cumming , go ahead and cum princess." your legs shook , as you came , clenching around him hard. "fuck!" he thrusted into your almost limp body , filling you up with his cum. "fuck take it." he stilled himself inside you , leaning down to kiss your shoulders , leaving a little mark there. "fuck , you felt so good." he pulled out of you , moving your panties back in place. "don't waste it." he said.

you guys got dressed against , but he didn't let you go , instead he pulled you into another makeout session , pulling away for air , his forehead pressed against yours.

"you're mines."

©️LUVYENI

[fairy-verse]

“I know I’ve never been the most present of fathers, always heading out to perform my duties, and always forgetting that I had my own close knit family at the heart of Nightmare’s nest. But... You know I’ve always loved you, right? You’re my faerling, Lumin. My little faerling... S—so won’t you open your eyes?”

Softly, the stardust began to trickle between Ink’s fingers, and he cluthed the fragile body of Lumin closer to himself, as if he could stop it from vanishing in his arms.

“If not for me, then for Nightmare. Lumin, sweet light, he will not survive this loss. P—please, Lumin, don’t go...”

His sockets stung and the sight of Lumin’s serene face grew blurred, yet still it glittered as bone slowly turned to the most beautiful stardust Ink had even laid eyes upon, and he mourned and hated it, because it took away his Lumin; his faerling.

“Lumin...?”

The night was silent.

[crypt-keepers-den]

Hey! I couldn't find any post saying if the requests were closed, so if they're feel free to say no. I loved your last two astarion fics, may I make a request? Something light and funny would do the Fandom good. How about a piece based on this interview (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjrnuB4T/), where our dear vampire boi gets changed into a goose (did he lockpick the wrong chest? Pissed off the wrong magical entity/camp member? Was hit by a random spell during a fight? You tell me)? It can wear off in a little but just on that short period of time, the group learns why Goosetarion is a menace all on it's own >:)

The camp was quiet. Karlach, gale and astarion having gone out to hunt down some deer for supper, your spend your time alone tidying you and astarion's shared tent, lifting tomes and parchment off the bed rolls and placing them neatly in the corner. You here karlach yell your name "Tav come quick!", you sprint out of the tent in a panic thinking something terrible had happened only to find Karlach wearing a grin "look what Mr shiny boots went and did to himself" you follow her thinking something bad had happened to Astarion, however your greeted with gale trying to corner a flailing goose, the goose makes eye contact with you before sprinting to hide behind you.

you raise an eyebrow at karlach and gale, she stifles a laugh motioning you to watch the scene unfold, gale reaches towards the hiding goose. The goose snaps at the sorcerer's hand, gale says "Astarion if you want turned back you have to work with me, not against me" Astarion? Your Astarion is the goose cowering behind your legs, you looked down at the goose behind your legs, the more you looked the more you could see Astarion's features, his crimson eyes, the small fangs that peaked out of his beak, the soft silver poof of feathers that sat on top of his head. "Astarion, my love is that you?" the goose cowers its head at you, almost as if hes embarrassed. You reach down to pet his head "whatever happened my darling?", karlach snorts "he got cocky tryin' to lock pick a cursed chest" gale nods "i did try to warn him tav but he didnt-" the goose flairs his wings up, hissing at the pair, gale steps back but karlach stands her ground laughing at him.

you promptly lift him, scooping him up into your arms, "and how long till it wears off" gale stops staring at the, clearly, pissed goose in your arms "um...should wear off during the night" you sigh, "alright 'starion, try and behave till this wears off"

the hours pass and your surprised that Astarion hadnt caused much trouble, despite snapping at Gale every time he comes near you, you finish stirring the stew that was bubbling away on the camp fire; noticing that astarion is no longer sulking near you, so you wander around the camp looking for your vampire goose.

"ASTARION GIVE THAT BACK" gale yells frantically as the white goose runs rampant with one of his scrolls, the goose flails his wings, showing off his dominance, you watch as gale manages to corner Astarion, he reaches for the scroll but astarion is quick to drop it and bite gale's hand, the wizard lets out a pained yelp, you decide its time to intervene. "Astarion! let go of gale" you scold your feathered lover, the goose studies you before letting go of poor gale's hand, the wizard cluthes it and disappears to nurse his bitten hand. You look down at him "astarion that wasnt very nice, you took his scrolls" however it seemed he wasnt listening, he waddled off back into your shared tent, you follow before screeching at him "ASTARION THATS MY SANDWICH!" you chase the goose around the camp before loosing your temper with him, "fine astarion keep the damn sandwich, it's not like i was hungry or anything, damn you" you throw your hands up in the air before disappearing back into your tent to sulk.

it was nightfall before you heard the pitter patter of his webbed feet, you pretend to be asleep, you sense him checking you over, perhaps he was wondering if you were awake, you feel the creature wiggle its way into your arms, you dont fight him, it lays its head under your chin, you listen as its breathing slows, you both fall asleep.

the morning comes, light peaks through the tent causing you to wake, however the lump next to you feels larger, warmer. you peak down, looking at astarion's sleeping face, you cant help but smile, you lean down and plant a soft kiss to the top of his head before whispering "your a menace my love" you feel him snuggle closer "im your menace my darling" you smile before huffing "you still owe me a sandwhich" you both break into soft giggles.

*im so sorry this took so long my start with uni went haywire and i needed some time to deal with that but im back now and im finishing my drafts, see you soon with more x readers*

[shitideas]

the end | stu macher x reader

summary: on the 30th anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder, stu comes back to kill one last time. what he doesn’t know is that his presumably dead girlfriend, and billy’s sister, will come back to end everything herself.

warnings: okayy, this one is a lot. so: murder, knives and guns, suicide, angst, swearing, lmk if there’s something i missed! it’s kinda shit tbh but i was thinking about this a lot bc i am a firm believer that stu’s alive!! also she/her pronouns used for reader.

it was september 28th, 2026. the 30 year anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder.

his forearm tightened around tara’s neck, holding the old knife to her throat. her sister stood in front of them, hands in the air with his gun pointing right at her. sidney watched the scene from the ground, cluthing onto the deep stab wound in her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. a tear slipped down her cheek, wishing a miracle would happen to finish all of this. by now, he had killed almost everyone in the building.

when he took the old, busted up mask off of his face, sidney almost fainted. she thought she was having a nightmare for a brief moment. moments later, his knife was deep in her stomach and he was looking directly into her eyes.

his goal was to have only two survivors, samantha carpenter and himself. i mean, he could never kill her, he would hate himself forever. the only thing that didn’t go to plan was the fact that he didn’t commit all of the murders, and he didn’t know who did. he couldn’t say he wasn’t freaked out by that, but he hadn’t given it much thought. he was focused on his goal, to finish what had started in 1995.

he was about to push the knife into the squirming girl’s skin when a gunshot was heard in the distance. he knew somebody would come barging in soon. so he proceeded with what he was about to do.

his knife cut her throat in one swift motion. he pushed her to the ground and watched as her life left her body, listening to the loud screams her sister and sidney let out.

he smiled to himself, “you’ve still got it, stu.”

sam tried to come to tara’s side, but he shot her in the leg before she could move. she screamed in agony. the whole building was echoing with cries of the young woman.

sidney was slowly losing consciousness, cursing herself for not hugging her kids tighter when she left.

but then, another gunshot was fired.

except this one was fired right into the wall next to his head.

he raised his gun at the new person in the room. they wore the same black coat he did, and had an equally beat up mask on their face.

“take the fucking mask off you piece of shit! you think you can come barging in here and ruin everything for me?!”, he yelled.

“stu, stu, stu…why so angry? i always thought billy was the hot-headed one…guess i was wrong”, the person spoke through a voice changer.

“i mean, there’s no need to insult me…i helped you kill those people after all.”

“so you’re the dick that jumped in on my shit. this was supposed to end with me you fuck! i don’t need some random kids ruining my plans!”

“i’m not just some random kid, stu. and it will end with you, don’t worry.”, they said before reaching up for their mask.

the mask fell to the ground, and stu macher’s face fell in shock. he lowered the gun and just stared at the person in front of him.

“have you missed me?”

the voice of y/n loomis echoed through the room. stu let a tear fall down his scarred face, quickly wiping it away.

sidney was out cold on the floor, leaving only sam. y/n’s eyes flickered to sidney, noticing she was breathing. she smiled, glad sidney was going to be alright.

“you’re samantha. it’s good to finally meet you.”

sam stared at her, barely processing what the hell is going on. didn’t y/n loomis die in 1996?

stu walked over to y/n, her gun pointing at him.

“put the gun down, y/n.”, he said in a soft voice. she missed his voice so much.

she looked at him through her eyelashes, slowly lowering the gun. he cupped her face with tears in his eyes and kissed her, rubbing his thumb on her chin. she kissed him back, placing her hand on his scarred cheek. she ran her fingertips over the old cuts, her mind taking her back to the night of horror he and her brother caused.

she pulled away and he pressed his forehead against her’s.

“i thought we killed you. i couldn’t forgive myself for thirty years.”, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

she gave him a small smile before pushing him away, leaving the man with a puzzled look on his face. she raised her gun again, pointing at him, and walked over to sam.

“sam, i am so sorry you’re a part of this messed up bloodline. and i hope you can find peace after all of this is over.”, she spoke softly, looking at her niece from above. she was holding her sister’s hand, sobbing quietly to herself. she watched her aunt with a dazed look, barely nodding at her words.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

“it’s about time this ended, don’t you think, stu?”, she turned to look at him, tears forming in her own eyes. they were glossed with fear, but at the same time certainty. she knew this had to be done.

“isn’t that why you joined in? i’m going to kill this bitch and then it’s over. you and i leave. together.”, he said pointing his knife at sidney.

y/n looked at the floor and smiled to herself weakly. he was always such a lapdog to her brother. always doing whatever billy wanted.

“you know, stu, billy’s dead. you no longer have to go along with everything he says and wants.”

“i’m doing this for myself. you killed people, y/n. i know you want to finish this off.”

“i do. but i only killed people who deserved it. and i am going to finish this off.”, she pointed the gun directly at his head, biting her lip to stop a sob from coming out of her.

his eyes widened with realisation. he moved towards her but stopped once he realised she was serious.

“y/n don’t be stupid..you can’t kill me. you won’t be able to live with yourself.”, he uttered in a broken voice.

“you’re right. i won’t be.”, she stuttered, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes.

“no…y/n. please don’t do this. i have to finish what we started.”, he pleaded.

“stu, this will only continue to happen if you’re alive. this should’ve stopped with you and billy dead in 1996. and as much as i would love to run off and spend my life with you…i know that that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”, she said, sobbing.

she loved stu. for all of these years she spent in hiding, a part of her wished that her brother’s knife had killed her that day. she always knew he intended for her to live, to escape, but when she realised that her brother and her boyfriend were behind the horrors of woodsboro, she wanted to be in the ground with them both. she hated herself for carrying the loomis name, and she hated herself for loving a macher.

stu’s baby blues found her’s with a sad look. he also knew this had to be done, deep inside of him. but he was crazy after all. he didn’t care what was right. the gun from his hand fell to the ground in defeat, and so did the knife from his other hand. he walked closer to y/n. he wanted to see her face. he wanted that to be the last face he saw before his death. she was the only person besides billy who ever made him happy, who gave him a purpose. and all of these years he was planning how he was going to end this and bury himself in his own sorrow and despair. he couldn’t live without her. but the world couldn’t live with him.

so he let a small smile creep onto his lips in defeat.

“i love you y/n. i’ll always love you.”

“i love you too stu.”, she muttered. her face was red and her eyes were puffy.

she screamed loudly before shooting. the cries that left her were like nothing you’ve ever heard. she fell to her knees and crawled to his lifeless body, cupping his cheek and burrowing her head into his neck, letting out loud sobs.

“i’m so sorry stu. i’m so sorry.”,she cried.

sam watched from behind, barely comprehending what she just saw. she didn’t know wether to feel sorry for y/n, or happy that she killed him. her hand was wrapped around tara’s, wishing that y/n would’ve came in the room minutes earlier.

y/n turned her head to look at sam.

“take sidney and leave.”, she whispered.

sam stared at her in disbelief, “i can’t just leave my sister here!”

y/n turned fully and pointed her gun at the girl.

“i said, take sidney and leave. now.”

sam shook her head with tears in her eyes and got up. the pain in her leg was sharp, but she managed to go to sidney and drag her up. she looked at her aunt one last time and nodded before leaving as fast as she could.

once sam was gone, y/n was left alone with stu. she hated herself for what she just did. but she knew that her niece would be safe now that he’s gone. but she wasn’t finished yet.

she placed a soft kiss on stu’s lips before hugging him one last time.

“see you in hell.”, she thought to herself before bringing the weapon up to her head and finishing what her brother had started.

everything was finally peaceful. and it will be peaceful for eternity.

//notes//

THIS IS SO BAD LMFAOO but i’ll get better i promise🙏🙏it was a good idea just shit execution…if you guys want like one shots or a story from when they were teens lmk i’d love to write that!! okay byeee thanks for reading this trash!!🫶🏻🪼

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