#Faith x you

[five-bi-five-mind]

Corruptible

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.8k+

Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…

A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.

Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?

Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick. 

You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander. 

Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it. 

It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way. 

So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom. 

You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points. 

A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something. 

She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.

“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something. 

“Well first you could strip for me.” 

You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.” 

Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing. 

“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees. 

“I guess we have been going for a while…” 

“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”

Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.

For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion. 

“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second. 

You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat. 

“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed. 

Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.

“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants? 

Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now. 

Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.” 

You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before. 

With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her. 

“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.” 

Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though. 

In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.

It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.

She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded. 

Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.

With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.

Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure. 

It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.

Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you. 

“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”

She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again. 

“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless. 

“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow. 

She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you. 

You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow. 

But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way. 

The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her. 

You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises. 

“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.” 

At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two. 

Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed. 

Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did. 

She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms. 

You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.

She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.

You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.

Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection. 

Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap… 

A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…

“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear. 

You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no? 

It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more. 

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Fighting fire with fire

Pairing: Darla x vamp!reader; Faith x vamp!reader

Request: Your blog is the coolest thing ever!!! When you get the time could you write a one shot with a female or gn vampire reader whose dating Faith but used to date Darla back in the day and Darla ends up reuniting with the reader and meeting Faith and jealousy and fighting ensues? (Maybe you could switch it up and make it a choose your own ending if you want, your call.)💕

Requested by: 👻 Anon

A/N: I am so so so very sorry for making you wait so long for this! Thank you for being patient, I hope it’s what you wanted babe !! 💖💖

Warning: Tiny bit of violence, one swear, talk of killing and biting.

You had been a vampire for a while. You were used to it by now. Not seeing your reflection, not being able to see the sunrise. The ridiculously powerful draw of human blood. It got easier as the decades passed. One thing you definitely hadn’t gotten used to was running into your ex almost every decade.

It often complicated things, especially now you were in a relationship with a human. A slayer, to complicate things more. It wasn’t as if you could have a casual update on your love-life. You knew she would hate to hear of you falling for a slayer, which made the usual fight you had even more tense. By fight, of course, I mean you tended to get heated. Darla had secretly been pining for you since the day you parted. This made her angry. It made her jealous and it made her want you even more.

Although she hid it very well and despite the occasional fling every other decade or so, she had pretended she didn’t care for your existence one way or the other. She acted as if you could be dust for all she cared. But dear God, did she care.

The tension in the room when you caught each other’s eye was always so thick you could almost taste it. This particular time, you had caught her eye from across the bar, you had caught her scent before this however. You knew she was coming and you weren’t sure what to do. Faith would be coming in a moment, to share a drink after her patrol.

You weren’t sure how to tell her who Darla was, who you had been when you were with her. How much you still guiltily cherished the memories you held so dear. You heard footsteps towards you and you tensed, unsure what was coming. A hand ran up your back as a kiss pressed against your cheek.

“That’s a new greeting” You said, smiling as you turned to see the figure that sat beside you at the bar. Your smile faltered only for a split-second as Faith sat beside you. How could you have thought that was Darla?

“Yeah? Kissin’s new to you? I landed the 400-year-old-virgin then, huh?” she teased, knowing very well you weren’t that old. She was a breath of fresh air to you, she didn’t care what people thought of you or your relationship. When she realised she liked you, she pursued you and soon realised how deep her feelings were.

You adored Faith, you shared a connection that was entirely new to you. The way she got amped up for her fights, the way spending an evening patrolling with her always ended in her jumping you and kissing you against the nearest graveyard. You spend almost every moment together, laughing and killing demons together. Spending long mornings in bed together, finding creative ways to convince ethe other to stay.

It was so different from what you had known, how you had spent the last century. You had never stopped, it was all action all the time. Darla’s evil smile curling on her face, lit up by candlelight as you would share your recent kills. Her lips, the way they were always so soft, so eager to press against yours. The countless countries you had been run out of, laughing all the way, Darla’s hand clasped in yours. She had never let you go. Not until that day. The one where you parted ways.

As you recalled these memories, the real woman walked into view. She had seen Faith’s affection towards you and decided to have some fun. You look up at the ceiling, steeling yourself for this exchange.

“Darla”

“Dear, sweet, Y/n” Her voice rang out breezily. In that way you had always simultaneously enjoyed and hated. As if she hadn’t a care whether you were stood in front of her or turned to ash. It had always drew you to her. Ever since the day she sired you.

Faith sat up straighter, her knuckles whitening from how hard she was gripping the bar. You had never told Faith about Darla, in your defence she had never asked. And, well, it was the past. You had been so caught up in Faith and how happy you had been lately that you had forgotten your usual catch up with Darla.

Usually, when you had been alone and sat at a bar and Darla had found you, she would walk up the same way but not say anything. She would just smile that infuriating smile and gesture for you to follow her. You always did, of course. Spending a night, or a few nights together before she left again. When you had been alone, that is. But you weren’t alone anymore.

“Didn’t realise you had a pet… and a Slayer too, should we share?” her eyes glinted, but you could tell she was jealous. She was two steps away from a massacre, you had seen that look only once before.

“Darla, don’t speak to her like that-”

“I can stand up for myself”

“Aw, it speaks too” Darla cooed and you rolled your eyes, recognising the look on Faith’s face. It had never been directed at you, thankfully, only the worst demons that had managed to crawl beneath her skin.

Faith stood immediately, knocking over a chair and launching herself at Darla. Faith kicked out at Darla, knocking her backwards. Darla threw out a punch, connecting with Faith’s jaw before ducking to miss the stake that Faith directed towards her. The others in the bar backed away and the woman behind the bar started to shout at you for scaring away custom. The last thing you wanted was for the authorities to get called, Faith would have to go on the run again and Darla might just eat any responders that show up (depending on how hungry she was).

You rushed into the fight, tearing limbs away from connecting with the other. How had you become the type of vampire people fight over? You would never get use to that for as long as you live.

“Faith! Faith – it’s what she wants-” You insisted, taking Faith by the shoulders and putting some space between her and Darla, who was wiping the blood from her mouth and licking her lips.

“What I want is for you to make up your mind” Darla’s amusement sent another flash of rage through Faith.

“You think they care about anything you have to say, huh?”

“Didn’t they mention? A sire’s bond is hard to break” Girlish giggle and then when she got the reaction she wanted from Faith, her eyes darkened ruthlessly again.

“That’s such an old fashioned notion, Darla, we’ve met plenty of vampires who have killed their Sires.”

“The passion gets too much”

“Why don’t we go” You said softly, not entirely directed at one of them in particular. Darla caught this, she knew you inside out and an evil glint sparkled in her eye.

“Maybe, we should let our lover choose?” Darla asked in that silky smooth voice that she knew would get under Faith’s skin.

Her voice singing her self-assuredness as she waited for you to tell Faith to leave. Faith stepped as if to throw another punch but you stepped between them both again, a gentle hand on Faith’s shoulder telling her to stop.

Darla enjoyed this, although her look telling you that this would be the end. If you chose wrong, that is. She would never meet you again like this should you not choose her. It was surprisingly tender, the look she gave you. You hadn’t realised she held the memories of your past so close to her chest too.

You looked between them both, your brow furrowing as you were faced with such an ultimatum. These were the only women you could ever claim to have loved. Why must you choose? Why must you lose one in favour of another? It hurt, more than you remembered hurting before as you attempted to unpick the knots of dread from your stomach. To lose either of them had once been unfathomable to you.

They had both claimed your heart as their own, at one time or another. You had history with Darla, that was hard to leave in the past. But you had a future with Faith, or at least the excitement of what could be.

Darla:

You paused, this decision it meant something. It was pivotal, you were sure of it. You looked in Darla’s eyes. She was everything. She had shown you immortality, shown you passion and pain and in those quiet moments, where only you two existed, she showed you love.

“Faith… I-I’m so sorry” You said quietly, looking at the ground. You couldn’t help it. Darla had this draw that you had never been able to escape. Never wanted to. It didn’t mean your feelings hadn’t been true for Faith, they just could never burn as bright.

“You’re kiddin’, right?”

“We’ve been pretending for months now, we’re not happy…” You said softly, not entirely true, but you were at a loss to explain how you had chosen so easily. That this is what it felt like compared to Darla being in your life (un-life, whatever).

“And you and blood-for-brains are happy, huh?”

“It’s Darla, it’s always been Darla. I’m sorry… she’s my sire…”

“Looks like this is goodbye, Slayer. Have a nice, short life” Darla laughed, a sound you had always adored. Though you couldn’t match her smile, you had hurt Faith and you knew you would probably regret it for the rest of your unlife.

But this was Darla.

You loved Darla, you always had. From the very moment you had set eyes on her you had known. Just as she had when she had sired you. Faith left but your eyes were only on Darla. You were mesmerised by her, taken by her just as you had been that final day of your life.

Where she had claimed you as her own. That claim, staked in your heart firmer than any carved from wood. She had loved you when you had been weak, unlovable. And she had loved you, when you were strong able to bring whole civilisations to their knees.

She was cold, calculating and sometimes completely unpredictable. But, God, did you love every minute of it. Darla wrapped a manicured hand around your waist, curling up your chest as she locked eyes with Faith. Humour dancing in them as she watched to see what the Slayer would do.

She laughed out loud when Faith just stood there, motionless. You whispered to Darla, pressing a kiss in the soft skin behind her ear. You wanted to leave now. Darla nodded, taking your hand firmly in hers, the grip so tight if you had been human she would have crushed every bone in your hand.

She squeezed firmly, gripping you as if she was concerned you may suddenly change your mind and run back towards the Slayer. She knew you, she knew how indecisive you could be. How you had been through this little phase of doing good deeds. She even heard from someone you had thought about getting a soul.

Faith just stood there, watching you leave, her eyes misting and her fists balled. You dropped your eye contact, unable to look at her upset like that and followed Darla outside into the night.

You didn’t even get chance to take an unneeded breath, immediately, once you were away from the bar, Darla pressed you against the nearest alleyway, hungrily kissing you, tasting you as if you were her last meal. It reminded you of that first time. The night she sired you.

The wild look in her eyes told you she felt it too. Her hands roaming your form, her grip firm as she told you everything she had never did through words. The rough brick of the wall scraped against your back, but you barely felt it. All you felt was the way her body demanded yours. She was near desperate, you knew just how much this meant.

Darla kissed sloppily along your jaw, trailing her raw need for you as she pressed wild kisses against your neck. Her face changed, the frenzied exchange would have made you breathless, your head dizzy and your heart pound. If you were still living, that is. But truly? With Darla, with the love of your life, you had never felt more alive.

Her teeth sank into your neck, marking over the scar that was already there, claiming you once more. Wanting you to stay by her side for another century. Who knew she was such a romantic?

 Faith:

You paused, this decision meant something. It would change the course of your love-live perhaps forever. You looked at Darla and you knew. You had always known that it had to end between you. It had been fun, meeting up and having brilliant sex. And somewhere, deep, deep down you would always cherish some of the good times. But it had never been enough for you, you had wanted softness and love. Real love and with Faith, that’s what you had found. Faith could put up a front but within, she could be incredibly sweet with you. Caring in her way. With Darla, you had never known where you stood.

“Darla… I can’t do this anymore. I’m in love with Faith and I’m happy. I’m finally happy” You said softly, stepping forwards to stand by Faith’s side. You had never said this before, Faith’s surprise was visible. As was Darla’s.

You had never told Darla you loved her. You slid your hand in Faith’s, lacing your fingers and squeezing her and hoping she felt the same. You felt a release as soon as you said it. You had wanted to tell Faith how you felt for so long and you had been holding onto these stale feelings for a long time and you had finally let go.

The tension in Faith’s shoulders relaxed as you said it until Darla moved as if to launch herself at the pair of you before she straightened up, deciding that it wasn’t worth it. She would take her aggression out elsewhere. She stared at you for longer than she would ever admit before she nodded and turned to leave. It was more painful than a fight could have ever been. For both of you. She didn’t look back and you knew that would be the last time. Perhaps you would see her again, but never in the way you used to.

When Darla left, you turned to Faith and brought her to sit with you in a booth at the back of the bar. You needed to explain yourself. She hadn’t moved her hand from yours and she didn’t appear to be mad in anyway but she hadn’t spoken and you still wanted to. You held her hand from across the table, explaining everything. From your siring right up to the hour previous when you had both stood in front of Darla.

Now, Faith wouldn’t ever admit it but she had began to feel insecure. She had opened up to you more than she had with anyone. She was scared that she wasn’t enough.

“Didn’t have to say that”

“What? That I love you? But it’s true” You said softly, your hand moving so that you could caress her cheek, the tenderness made her eyes mist. She had never felt anything like it.

“You mean that?”

“More than I’ve ever loved another and I’ve been around for longer than I like to admit” You smiled softly. She immediately leaned in, crashing her lips to yours. She struggled to express her feelings, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how much she loved you for a little while after that. But you were content with the way she showed you.

Her thumb slid rubbed your jaw, pressing you ever closer as she moved against you. You could have been anywhere and it wouldn’t have mattered. You loved each other and you had cemented it in public. Your hands tangled in her hair, your lips numb with the force that she had kissed you. With the feelings that were so easily expressed with a mere movement of her lips against yours.

It was you. It had always been you. You would explain one night, sharing a bed and talking about your pasts what a big deal you choosing her truly was. But Faith felt it. She loved you so deeply.

You broke apart, she was panting, her eyes locked with yours. You could get lost in those eyes. She grinned, taking you by the wrist and leading you out of the bar. She couldn’t fucking wait to get you home.

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Thinking about Ghost who rents out his flat while on Mission, like Airbnb kinda stuff but for an uncertain amount of time. Only for sweet reader that has been thrown out of her own apartment taking the offer and never meeting the owner, her getting too comfortable after a month completely startled when there is a big ass giant in military gear telling her stay is over. Although the second he saw you he already considered making you his roommate or wife

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[faithshouseofchaos]

So you're looking for franquito requests? I have too many ideas, like it's insane. The things this man does to me I swear 🥰🥰🥰

Well, maybe you could do something like Argentinian non famous reader (not necessarily Argentinian but u know) dating him and nobody knows about her, till one day they both went tired of people assuming he's single n PUM, hard launch. I don't know if I explained this correctly, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry bby 🥺

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Hard launch — Franco colapinto x fem!reader

Faceclaim — none I left it pretty inclusive for everyone Warnings— none

Fluff

Word count—

Summary— no one knew Franco was dating anyone until he was photographed at a party kissing his girlfriend.

Franco posted to his instagram

Caption— Fue un fin de semana difícil que terminó en abandono, pero tengo ganas de correr en Las Vegas (it was a tough a weekend that ended in a dnf but i'm looking forward to racing in Vegas)

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User1– not Franco making goggly eyes at Lando during the drivers parade

User2– you’ll get them next weekend Franco

User3– Franco try not to flirt with everyone challenge failed

User4– I’m surprised that Franco is still single man’s flirts with everyone

Your username— I think you did well today Franco

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User6– oh we saw alright

Y/n posted to her story (private instagram)

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Caption— adivina de quién es la casa (guess who’s home)

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yourBFF— who’s that funny looking man on my wife’s instagram account.

Franco_Colapinto43– last time I checked I was her boyfriend 🤨

yourBFF— for now 😁

Franco_Colapinto43– what’s that supposed to mean???

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The party was alive with chatter, music, and the occasional burst of laughter. People milled about, drink in hand, dancing in the dim light as the night carried on. Franco was standing by the bar, joking with a group of friends, when his eyes caught yours across the room. You were leaning against a wall, watching the crowd with a slight smile, your arms casually crossed. You always did prefer standing back and observing, letting the noise of others fade into the background.

Franco’s grin widened, and without a second thought, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way toward you. He didn’t care that people might be watching. He had long since stopped caring about the whispers, the questions, the rumors. It was just you two now, and that was enough.

“Hey,” he greeted, slipping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “You having fun?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, playful as ever. “You know me, I’m just here to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself.”

He laughed, the sound low and easy. “Oh, trust me, it’s too late for that.” He pulled you a little closer, your bodies pressed together in the cozy little corner of the room. You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

The laughter around you seemed to fade, the chatter becoming a blur, and it was like the two of you were in your own world for a moment. Franco’s thumb traced the outline of your arm before he pulled back slightly, his mischievous smile never leaving his face.

“What if we stopped letting everyone assume I’m single?” he asked casually, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark.

You didn’t have to think about it—this had been brewing for weeks, maybe even months. You’d both gotten tired of the secrecy, of the constant guessing. You didn’t care about the opinions of strangers anymore, not when it came to him.

“I think it’s time,” you said, your voice light but resolute.

And then, with an ease that could only come from the comfort of being with someone who knew you better than anyone else, Franco leaned in, his lips catching yours in a quick, almost careless kiss.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. The room fell silent, people frozen in place. But you didn’t care. You were too busy focusing on the way his lips lingered just long enough to make it clear.

As you pulled away, your hearts still beating in sync, the sound of murmurs around you slowly started up again. Whispers rippled through the crowd, but neither of you looked around. You didn’t need to.

Franco grinned and shrugged, pulling you close again. “Guess we’re not hiding anymore,” he said with a teasing smile, as if nothing had just happened. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess not.”

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Caption— f1 driver Franco Colapinto caught kissing an unidentified woman while at a party.

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User7– WAIT WHAT?!?!

User8– who is she?

User9– con—😭😭—grad—😭😭—ulations—😭😭

User10– I new there was no way he was single

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Caption— Bueno, gatos fuera de la balsa, feliz Segundo aniversario, mi amor. (well cats out of the bag happy 2 year anniversary my love)

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[love-others-despite-differences]

Even though God already knows its important to talk about it with him, I never understood This before but think Of it like this you can see whats happining in your Friend or coworkers life From social media but its so much more exciting when they want to tell you about it

To have a relationship with god we must be intentional about knowing him Not only through The bible( even though its very important) but through prayer as well

[eternal-evergreens]

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass."｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Stalking, Violence, Age Gaps, Teacher/Student, Caretaker/Ward, Bullying

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Another dull morning, you think to yourself, rolling over to turn off your alarm. You pick up your cellphone and blearily swipe your screen as you clamber out of bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you really didn’t notice anything was wrong until you stood up and looked in the mirror. You blink, poking at you face and staring where your reflection should be, but isn’t. You wave your hand in front of the mirror. Nothing.

You look around, only to realize that your surroundings are different, too. The room you’re in is plain, cramped, and completely devoid of character. It’s almost liminal, in a way. Eerie in its emptiness. 

You need to get out of here. 

You nervously reach for the door and twist the handle. The doornob moves with you, but the door remains fixed in place. Your phone buzzes, and you fish it out of your pocket, quickly turning it on. You’ve gotten a text, but the number is blank.

You have not chosen an avatar yet. Please choose one from the mirror before leaving your room.

Well, that woke you right up. Is someone watching you? You swerve your head around, checking the ceilings and corners for cameras. You try the door again. You go in circles, turning the whole room upside down. You try the door. Nothing. You check your phone. The same message appears as soon as you open it. You swipe it away out of habit, but it refuses to budge. Freaky. The time hasn’t changed since you woke up, either, though you’re sure you’ve been at it for more than fifteen minutes by now.

You decide to take a peek at the mirror again. You try to remove it from the wall to look behind, but your vision goes white the second you make contact with its’ surface. Your vision clears, and in front of you is a grey figure of ambiguous gender. It looks almost made of clay. Your phone buzzes.

Player avatar selection. 

Select a sex. Sex cannot be changed after starting the game.

1.) Male 2.) Female 3.) Hermaphrodite

Well, you’ve either fallen asleep or been drugged. Not knowing what else to do, you choose female, watching in horror and fascination as the figure morphs to accommodate your choice. 

>Next

Other customization options soon come up. You give the figure your ideal height, weight, and features. You change her skin tone, hair color, texture, and eye color. You watch as she slowly comes to life as your ideal. The person you’ve always wanted to be. 

Your phone buzzes just as you finish touching her up.

Set Name

You’re about to name her when the text fills itself in with your name instead.

Welcome, [First]! 1. Start Game!

You grimace, and hit play.

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When you come to, it’s 07:00 again, and you’re still in that room. You glance at the mirror, only to see your avatar glancing back. You wave your arm in front of it, and she mimics your movements perfectly. You make a lewd gesture, and she does, too. Creepy. Is this really a dream? You’re startled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes once again.

Welcome to the alpha of Degrees of Lewdity!

If you want to avoid trouble, dress modestly and stick to safe, well-lit areas. Nights are particularly dangerous. Dressing lewd will attract attention, both good and bad. 

The new school year starts tomorrow at 09:00. The bus service is the easiest way to get around town. Don’t forget your uniform and backpack!

1. Next

Your face pales as you read the text. There’s no way. You hit next, reminding yourself that you’re only in a dream, and that no one can harm you in a dream. Your phone opens to its home screen, where you see various apps, some of which are labled.

-Characteristics -Social -Traits -Journal -Stats -Feats

You open characteristics and take a look. At the very top is a color chart indicator. description of your body’s appearance and condition, underneath are familiar stats.

Purity: 7/7 You are angelic. Physique: 3/6 Your body is average. Willpower: 1/6 You are fainthearted. Awareness: 3/7 You have a normal understanding of sexuality. Promiscuity: 0/6 You are chaste and pure.  Exhibitionism: 0/6 You are coy. Deviancy: 0/6 You are squeamish.

Everything seems to be in line with the stats for the beginning of a playthrough. Everything except one.

Beauty: 7/6 Your beauty is beyond measure.

That’s…not good, if the blaring red is anything to go off of, anyway. 

You scroll down. Your skills are all ranked as F, which is actually better than the “None” stat they usually start as. That’s weird, but you aren’t complaining. Your sex skills, however…are all at C. That’s super weird! You aren’t sure what to make of it, so you choose to ignore it instead. 

Your overall school performance is terrible, with F’s all around the board. In real life, this would mean you’d picked the athlete trait, but your physique is baseline, and your athletic stat is also at F, so it can’t be that. It must just be inconsistencies from being asleep, you reason. That’s why your stats are all over the place.

Your status is normal, aside from your allure. Which is maxed out at “You look like you need to be ravaged.” You shudder.

You check traits. You have two.

Alien - You aren’t from around here! RPG like elements have been incorporated into your reality for a smoother experience.  Virgin - Your purity recovers faster. Your virginity might be worth something.

You open your journal. 

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence.

Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

You turn your phone off and look around. Everything seems normal, too normal. You read somewhere once that it’s impossible (or perhaps just very difficult) to read clearly while in a dream. Could you have been drugged? Or did you take something and then forget about it?

You pinch yourself. Ow.

Well, that’s not solid proof. People have reported cases of feeling pain in dreams before it’s just kind of really rare is all. Or, or! Maybe you’re not dreaming. Maybe you’re dying. Maybe you got into an accident somewhere, and now you’re in a coma. People hallucinate during comas, don’t they? 

You pinch yourself, again. 

It’s not real.

…You might as well see what this quest is about.

You leave your bedroom, and walk to Bailey’s office. You don’t question how you know the way there. You knock on the door and enter. 

“I know why you’re here,” he says. “You want me to release you from my protection, so you’ll be an independent citizen. I could do that. But there’s a problem. You’ve been living under my roof without giving anything in return. You owe me. Until you pay me back, I’m not letting you go.” He picks up an envelope and flips through it. Dozens of identification documents are stored within it. One of them is yours. “£100 should do. To start with. I don’t care how you get it. Knock on doors and ask for work. Rent yourself as a footstool. Steal it, even. Just have it a week from now. Or I’ll find a way to extract value from you.”

You nod and leave his office, returning to your room.

Your phone buzzes as soon as you close the door. 

Quest completed. New quest added to journal. View Now? 

Y/N

You hit yes. 

Time-Sensitive:

Bailey wants £100 on Sunday. Find a job and free yourself from his clutches. 

That’s great and all, but maybe you shouldn’t leave the orphanage today…or ever. Not until you wake up. You decide to just download some social media apps and scroll for the rest of the day instead. You scroll until midday, when you’re stopped by your stomach growling. Can you get hungry inside a dream…? You feel uneasy as you climb off the bed. Your neck hurts from the uncomfortable position you had been in, but that’s the least of your worries right now. 

You leave your bedroom and enter the main hall. A trim girl happens to be passing by your door, so you stop her and ask about when lunch is. She looks at you strangely. 

“Whenever you want…? Just go somewhere and get it. I don’t know.” 

“I meant here, can we get food here?” 

“Sure, if you’re underage. We have to provide for ourselves once we reach eighteen, though. You know that. Everyone knows that.” She leaves in a hurry. You go back to your room to watch “Gootube” videos. It’s not as pornographic as it sounds. 

You stay on your phone for the rest of the day. It never seems to run out of charge. Finally, you turn it off and climb under the covers. You don’t bother to wear pajamas. You sleep soundly, and wake up at 07:00 on Sunday, September 4th. 

Wait, what? 

You look at your journal again. 

Journal 

It is the 4th of September, 2022.

-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn.  -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.

Current quests:

Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence. Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting

But you didn’t fail your quest! You completed it and…

It’s because you didn’t get a job yesterday, isn’t it? 

You sigh and climb out of bed. Off to visit Bailey again. 

“I know why you’re here,” he says. God, you wish you could skip dialogue in real life. Or in dreams, you guess. Bailey wraps up his speech and you leave, this time heading outside the orphanage to look for work right after. 

As expected, you bump into someone almost immediately. A voluptuous woman grabs you. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen all week!” She says, lunging for your clothes. You step back, but she catches you, lifting your sundress’s skirt and revealing your lace panties. You try to grab her hand and pull it away, but she’s stronger than you. She pushes you to the ground, and you land painfully on the sidewalk. You let out an involuntary yelp as your elbows scrape on the pavement. Is she really going to try and molest you out in public like this? It would appear so, as she’s currently straddling your legs with her knees, keeping them apart. You come to your senses when you feel a hand on your groin, and scream out for help. 

A taut man comes to your rescue, chasing off the woman and helping you to your feet. He treats your wounds and gives you a pepper spray charge. You thank him and go on your way. 

The dog pound is probably the best place to start with, you think to yourself while looking at the map on your phone. So you hop on a bus and wait for your stop, but not before a thin man sits next to you and rests his hand on your thigh. You shuffle away from him, and he follows you. You stand up, and he does, too. No one else is paying attention. You quickly walk to the most crowded area of the bus and sit next to a plush woman. She doesn’t look happy, but doesn’t say anything, either. The thin man watches you from his seat. You reach your destination, and he moves to follow you when you stand. Luckily, a tall man stops him, giving you a thumbs up as he blocks the thin man’s view of you. You give him a grateful nod and step off. 

Your shift at the dogpound goes on without incident. Thugh the employees tried to get handsy more than a few times, they never took it further when you moved away. You even took your lunch break at the nearby cafe! You’re surprised by how much character the place had visually, considering it comes from a text-based game.

By the time the dog pound closes, it’s nighttime. You pale at the realization. It’s nighttime, and you’re in Degrees of Lewdity. Should you risk taking the bus? Or should you risk the streets? 

If you’re on a bus, you’re there for less time, but it’s an enclosed space. If you’re outside, there’s more places to run and hide. But hiding goes both ways. 

You elect to go through the streets, sticking to the places that are the most open and well-lit. You get home without incident, though you swear you saw something in the alleys. 

You collapse into bed and sleep for ten hours. 

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It’s 07:03 when you wake up. You have school today, so you look through your wardrobe for your uniform. You find it, but…why is it so skimpy? Sheer tights, short plaid skirt, tight shirt, platform mary janes and loose socks. You put it on, but the shirt is so tight it won’t button all the way, leaving a sizable amount of your cleavage and lace bra visible. 

Speaking of which, aren’t you only supposed to start with plain underwear? Why is all of yours lace? And why does it clasp at the front? You spend twenty minutes looking for a jacket, different shirt, or other way to cover yourself, but find nothing. Bailey bangs on the doors around the orphanage to wake the orphans up. You sigh and put your clothes back into your wardrobe before leaving.

You bump into Robin on your way out. Literally. He nearly runs you over.

“Hey!” He says running towards you. He doesn’t slow down in time and plows right into you. You help him up. “Thanks,” he says, looking a bit bashful. “I didn’t see you yesterday. Remember, you can visit me in my room anytime you want. I have something to show you. I’m so excited!” He runs off, and you realize you’ve forgotten your backpack, so you head back in and find it. It takes you another ten minutes to realize you’d put it behind the door. By the time you’re ready, it’s already half an hour past seven. You decide to see if Robin is still in his room. 

You knock, and hear some crashing. Before you can ask if something’s wrong, Robin opens the door and hugs you. “Look,” he says, pulling you inside. Your eyes immediately land on the shiny new game console in the corner of the room. “I’ve been saving up,” he says. “What are you waiting for?” He pats the bed beside him and you hop on. You watch him play for a few minutes, and the two of you walk to school together. 

Though it’s literally your first time meeting him, you feel safer around Robin. Though you know he can’t fight to protect you, having someone by your side does a lot to ease the mind. Plus, he’s one of the only decent people in the game. You’re glad, but at the same time, you’re uneasy. You wonder if he notices you’re not his childhood friend. That you look like her, sound like her, but you aren’t her. You wonder if he’d hate you, should he find out.

“Is something wrong, [First]?” You snap to attention. 

“Huh? Oh, uh, no. I’m okay,” you say. “I was just kind of busy yesterday, came home exhausted but couldn’t sleep, you know how it is.” You wave your hand dismissively at him as you pass the school gates. “Where are you heading? I’d like to go with you, if that’s alright. Since I didn’t see you yesterday, and all.” Really, you just don’t want to be alone here. But there’s no need to say that. 

Robin smiles, and the two of you hang out in the rear courtyard. It’s nice, but you can feel him glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. It makes you uncomfortable. Has he caught on? You excuse yourself and head to the library. Maybe you should acquaint yourself with the other non-crazy person on campus. At least you won’t have to lie about your identity to Sydney. 

You walk over to the counter near the back of the library. A tall boy with a strawberry blonde ponytail and glasses is stamping books behind it. You smile as you approach him. “Good morning…” He says, yawning. “First time at the rental counter? You can rent out one book at a ti-” Sydney yawns.. “Time. You can also buy school-approved clothes here. Headmaster Leighton’s marked the prices way up, though. Students with a good record get special discounts.” He seems excited, though you can’t place why. 

“Books can be rented out for two weeks at a time. You can renew your rental at any time…” He looks down. You look down. Sydney has stamped his hand. You smile.”...Let’s call that a demonstration of what happens if you return a late or damaged book. My name’s Sydney, by the way! Pleased to meet you.” 

“I’m [First],” you respond. You and Sydney spend some time chatting. You notice that he’s oddly red. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, raising a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up! Let’s get you to the infirmary!” 

“W-what? No, I’m okay…” 

“No, you’re not,” you say, pulling him up by the forearm. You drag him to the infirmary, and he has to bend down to allow it. No one pays you much mind, though you’re sure you look a little silly, holding onto the forearm of someone much taller than you. You reach the nurse, who informs you that Sydney is perfectly healthy, though tells him to take a rest on one of the beds upon seeing the bags under his eyes.

“See?” He says, smiling. “I didn’t realize you were such a worrier.” You flush, embarrassed. Is pure Sydney supposed to tease people? His face softens. “Thanks…for worrying about me, though” he says, then checks the time. “You should probably get to class.” Right, you’d nearly forgotten you were at school. You thank Sydney for reminding you and leave as he waves you off.

You go to your science lesson. Despite your grade being at F, the lesson is actually pretty easy to follow, some of this you remember from your own highschool lessons. The bell rings and you leave the classroom, only to get shoved into a locker immediately. A boy with blonde hair covering one eye looms over you. You recognize him immediately. 

“Don’t get in my way again,” Whitney says, pressing his knee against your crotch. “Or I’ll put you in your place.” He releases you, but you know that won’t be the end of it. You hurry to math class, hoping Whitney will skip today. You’re tense for the first twenty minutes of class, but slowly begin to relax upon realizing Whitney probably isn’t going to show up. Nearly half an hour into class, the teacher River steps out for a moment. And with the kind of timing you’d only see in movies, Whitney waltzes in, his jacket thrown over his shoulder. You try to look away, but it’s too late. Whitney makes eye contact with you and grins. He walks over to the mousy girl sitting next to you. 

“Move,” he says. She does. You turn away from him, but he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him.

This is unfair, you think to yourself. Whitney isn’t supposed to sit next to you unless you’re dating. Why now?

“Watcha lookin at, slut?”

This sucks. You want to go home. When is this dream supposed to end? 

Whitney tugs at your hair even harder. “I asked you a question, slut.”

How did you even get here in the first place? Did you really die? Were you in a coma? Whitney yanks your hair back so hard your body goes with it, creating an awful screeching sound as your chair lurches back. River walks in just in time to see you fall on your back. Whitney is sent out. He turns to make a penetration sign with his hands at you as he leaves. 

Math ends, and you head to English. There’s a crowd of students blocking your path. You peer over shoulders and heads to see the source of the commotion, and see a dark haired student on the ground, with two bullies standing over him. Your first instinct is Kylar, but you must be wrong. Kylar’s event shouldn’t happen until a week from now. 

You could try to help, but that would probably get you assaulted. Even if you didn’t, your fellow students would think less of you, leading you to getting picked on later, and potentially assaulted more and–

Fuck it, you can’t ignore this. You’re already shoving past students and blocking the bullies’ view of the student. “Leave him alone,” you say. “I won’t stand for this.” One of the bullies, a thin girl, shoves you down. 

“Sit, then!” She says, the audience laughs. You pick yourself up and ram into the thin girl and her friend. You knock her off-balance and she falls to the floor, screaming as soon as she lands. “You stupid bitch! You broke my tailbone!” The audience is laughing at her, now. Her friend is helping her up. “I’ll get you for this! Mark my fucking words!” You shiver. Hopefully no one notices. You turn to check on the boy they were harassing, only to nearly bump heads with him. You jump back, and the boy smiles apologetically. There’s something else in his expression, but before you can figure out what it was, you make eye contact with him, and the whole world goes dark.

Tousled black hair, short stature, sickly pale skin and the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. It’s Kylar. It has to be. “T-thanks,” he says. “I-I’m Kylar.” Your face drops, but you aren’t sure if he saw it before running off. The tips of his ears are red, you notice. You step towards the crowd, which is already dispersing. The remaining onlookers make way for you, though you feel a hand grope your butt as you leave. You turn, but no one’s there. 

You head into English class, already exhausted. Kylar watches you from the back. You ignore him. The plump boy sitting behind you sniffs your hair during the entirety of the lesson, so it’s hard to focus. You look down at your notes. It’s an unintelligible mess. Is this what it means to have a grade F in English, you wonder?

Finally, it’s lunch time. You head to the cafeteria, passing by the headmaster on your way there. You swear you saw him checking you out. You shudder and speed up. Upon reaching the canteen, you are presented with three options.

Robin is talking with some students at his table, they seem to be arguing.

Sydney is sitting alone, several piles of books surrounding him. 

Kylar is also alone, stabbing at his food with more violence than seems neccesary.  

Despite your self preservation instincts, you walk towards Robin to see what the commotion is. The lean boy is accusing Robin of ‘looking at him with disrespect’. Arguing with him would be pointless. So you do the next best thing and smile as you spit in his face. 

As expected, he doesn’t take it well, and pounces on you immediately. He tears open your shirt, leaving you only marginally more exposed than you already were. You scream loudly, and Leighton rushes in. You suppress a smirk.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” He shouts, pushing past students to find you exposed on the ground, the lean boy holding you down. He scrambles off of you, and you fix your uniform. The lean boy tries to explain, but Leighton cuts him off and sends him out. Robin helps you up. 

“Are you okay?! Why did you do that?” 

“I saw Leighton on the way over here. I figured if we caused a scene, he’d be the one to get in trouble for it.”

“Don’t do something like that again! That was really dangerous!” You nod, though you don’t really mean it. 

Kylar watches from across the canteen. +Jealousy

The rest of lunch passes without incident and you go to History with Robin. The two of you chat about his game before class starts. You learn some interesting things about the history of the town. Nothing happens during history, and you leave feeling refreshed. You navigate the halls to your swimming lesson and change. You keep your eyes down, but swear you feel the stares of your classmates. You think you hear a camera go off, but when you turn, no one’s looking at you. 

A taut boy follows you around the pool, and doesn’t stop trailing until the lesson is over. He keeps his distance, but it still makes you feel uneasy. The bell rings, and you don’t see him again. 

You meet up with Robin in the courtyard, but hesitate walking home when you see Whitney hanging out by the gate.

“Can we go out through the back?”

“The back? Why?” You nod your head towards Whitney and his friends, and Robin makes an ‘O’ with his mouth. “I don’t mind, but how will we get out?” You’re about to answer when a realization hits you. Right. You haven’t unlocked the tunnel outside yet, which means you can’t leave unless you climb the fence. 

“...Nevermind,” you say. “Maybe they won’t notice us.” You and Robin try to blend in with the crowd, but a hand on your shoulder quickly yanks you into the open.

“Hold it, slut.” Shit. “You didn’t pay the toll.”

You grit your teeth. “What’s the toll?” Whatever, you have twenty quid to spare.

“Flash us your tits.” There’s a crowd circling around you. You notice people pulling out their phones. 

“[First]...” 

“It’s fine, Robin.” You give him a strained smile as you unbutton your blouse. “Happy?” You ask, turning back to Whitney. 

“Not quite,” he says, grabbing the front of your bra and unclasping the hook. Your breasts flop out. “There. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” You turn and quickly fix your bra, wishing it clasped at the back instead of the front like a normal bra. You and Robin speed away, then find a secluded ally to fix your shirt.

Finally home, you decide to check out some of the apps you didn’t bother with yesterday.

Social              

Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible

Primary relationships: 

Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend.           Love: 100% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Lust: 40%

You smile. It’s little different than the starting relationship in the actual game, but you’re slowly getting used to the inconsistencies. You’re about to look at the next box when your eyes are drawn back up to the pink text. Wait a minute, doesn’t that mean bad? You check the color chart to make sure.

But, why? Why is that bad? Isn’t it good? Or, is it because his confidence is low? Maybe the key word here is “wants”. Still, wouldn’t that count more as poor than bad? Whatever, no need to nitpick. You’ll check back in on it later. You move on.

…You almost move on. Why is his love so high? And his lust, too?! It’s gotta be a glitch, right? Right?

Right. You restart your phone and boot it back up. Nothing’s changed. You put that aside for now.

Whitney The Bully  Whitney wants to own you. Love: 50% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100%

Another different one. Also bad. Terrible, even. You aren’t even sure what to make of it. You just met him, and his lust is already maxed out. His love is also surprisingly high, though only half as much as Robin’s is. You make a mental note to sit in view of the teacher during math going forward.

Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you. Love: 100% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90%

Another case of inexplicably high stats right off the bat, though you aren’t surprised with Kylar. You move on.

Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted. Love: 77% Purity: 44% Lust: 66%

Okay, you’re pretty sure those are all just angel numbers. Or, supposed to be angel numbers. It’s kind of hard to do that with only two numbers. Though 666 is actually more of a demonic number, it still fits the theme. Aside from the strange percentages, you’re also concerned by the question mark next to ‘faithful’, not to mention the fact that his purity is already so low he’s conflicted. You haven’t even flirted with him yet!

You glance at the other named NPC’s. They’re all unremarkable, full of “has no strong opinion of you” aside from two.

Bailey The Caretaker Bailey doesn’t want you to leave. Love: 25% Lust: 99%

Leighton The Headmaster You’re Leighton’s favorite. Love: 10% Lust: 85%

Your stomach lurches. Gross. You are absolutely repressing that shit.

You check your reputation next.

-The police aren’t concerned with you, and have no evidence linking you to any crime. -The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. -You are considered a normal student by teachers. -Your fellow students desire you.

You grimace at the last one. You make a mental note to buy a more concealing uniform.

Finally, you have your fame. This one should be normal, right? You’ve only just gotten here.

Sex: Unknown Prostitution: Unknown Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown Exhibitionism: Unknown Pregnancy: Unknown Combat: Obscure Kindness: Obscure Business: Unknown Socialite: Unknown Overall: Famous

What?! Famous?! How does that— Ugh, forget it. You keep reading.

The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.

…?

What…what does that mean?

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[erinwantstowrite]

told y'all i was gonna draw this

[astrayember16]

i was just reading the manga and all i could think about was the fact that this outfit has to have something to do with killua. gon i love you but you did not put this together after dressing like a christmas elf for your entire life. those are not your pants

[expiredhydrogenperoxide]

oh nothing, just jegulus ‘accidentally’ swapping ties and watching sirius go absolutely mental trying to figure out how james ended up with a slytherin tie.

(he would have so many outlandish theories)

[sbd-laytall]

"I ain't alone, bub–I got you." I'm just going to climb into a hole and just lay there for the rest of my life.

Uncanny X-Men (1963) #165

[five-bi-five-mind]

One-Shots:

Killer & The Sound 

Starving nsfw

Corruptible nsfw

Disclaimer: every fic I write is generally post season 7 of BTVS. I will not write Season 3 Faith.

[starofthesea37]

Finished the first two books!!! @erinwantstowrite

For the title page etc I tried to find the font that was closest to Erin’s handwriting, and I think I did pretty good! I’m really happy with these, and can’t wait till arc 3 is finished so I can bind it :))

Time for a reread!

This was done entirely by hand and I am making no profit from it, it’s for personal use only.

Fic is Leap of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) by alighterwood and ErinWantsToWrite on ao3

[faith369]

Just imagine calling Price daddy as a joke but it kinda backfires

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader

Warnings: p in v, mdni, nsfw, condescending (slight), daddy kink

Price, who glared your way the second he heard you calling him daddy, shaking his head slightly but writing it off as a one time joke, while trying to ignore the twitching inside his pants. He is however quick to realize that it is not a one time event and has to take a deep breath as you walk around with a grin plastered on your face every time you use his now least favorite nickname. He isnt even that old.

Price, who walks around with a raging boner in his pants while on base, thinking about you moaning the word he dismays so much, while stuffing your pussy.

Price, who gets fed up and bends you over the counter after you use the nickname again. Grinding his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt after he pulled down your pants. His voice sounds gruff behind you.

"Not as confident now, huh? My poor baby can't even talk anymore. Hmm, don't worry, daddy's going to take care of you"

You whine, wanting more friction, and John eagerly gives in, freeing his leaking cock from his jeans ramming it into your tight heat while his hands slip under your shirt, groping your breasts.

"Come on, be good say it again; then I'll help you."

The second he hears the word out of your mouth, he starts pounding into you, drawing moans from you. He ignores any pleas to slow down out of overstimulation and instead lets one of his hands move to your clit, making you clench around him.

Price, who pulls out, not letting you reach your orgasm, leaves your aching cunt empty except for his cum.

"Stop whining, that's what happens when you're a naughty girl"

A/N: Im bacccckkk big sorry for nor writing I was kinda in a slump anyways requests are open and happy to be answered <333

[acetier]

torin/varre art dump based on a sweet lil ask sent to me by @kirango-rouge about the immediate aftermath of torin's induction into the blood cult ((sorry this took like 5 years lmao))

varre is already thinking of marriage and torin is still processing aka they are so embarrassing about each other

[faithshouseofchaos]

Can you do a webber!reader x daniel fic? idk the plot I’ll leave that up to you

“Maybe you can be like my dad one day” — Daniel Ricciardo x fem!webber reader

Word count— 1065

Fluff

As Daniel emerged from the bustling airport, he paused to take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of his hometown fill his lungs. The warmth of the sun greeted him, a stark contrast to the cold air from the plane he had just disembarked. He shifted his luggage to get more comfortable, glancing at his watch as he waited for you to arrive.

After a long and exhausting week filled with meetings and travel, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The thought of home—his bed, his favorite meals, and the comforting routine of everyday life—made him smile.

As the taxi pulled into his suburban driveway, Daniel's heart quickened. He could already picture you waiting for him with a warm smile, and a welcoming embrace. He reached for his wallet, paid the driver, and stepped out onto the gravel.

His weary eyes scanned the front door as he made his way up the steps, anticipation building. The sound of cicadas and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, reminding him of countless summer evenings spent in the yard with you.

With each step, Daniel felt himself shedding the stress and exhaustion of his travels. As he reached the front door, he paused for a moment, steadying himself before turning the key and pushing it open.

The door creaked softly, and he was immediately enveloped in a familiar, welcoming warmth.

"I'm home," he called, his voice carrying an undertone of both weariness and eagerness.

He dropped his luggage on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, seeking your presence. The house was quiet, but he knew you were there somewhere—cooking, perhaps, or maybe curled up on the couch with a book, waiting for his arrival.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could already sense the comfort that awaited him.

“I’m in the kitchen baby!” Daniel heard you call out to him. Daniel's smile widened as he heard your voice coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound, his steps light and quick.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes found you immediately, and he felt his heart swell with affection. He took a moment to simply look at you, admiring the way your hair fell across your shoulders, the way the sunlight streamed in through the window, framing your face.

Without a word, he approached you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin, and let out a deep sigh of contentment. The exhaustion and stress of the week seemed to melt away with your touch.

"I missed you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your neck. "God, I missed you."

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every tiny detail as if reacquainting himself with a beloved landscape.

His thumb traced a gentle path across your cheek, then moved down to your lips, lightly caressing the soft skin. A mixture of tiredness and longing in his gaze. He gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he reveled in the comfort of your closeness. His fingers found their way into your hair, the soft strands slipping through them like silk.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stood there, holding you, breathing you in—like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, referring to the fact that only the day before he had lost his F1 seat.

Daniel's shoulders tensed at the question. Talking about it would force him to confront the disappointment and uncertainty again. But at the same time, he longed to pour his heart out to you, to share his fears and frustrations.

He let out a heavy sigh, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"It's been a rough day," he admitted, his voice laden with both exhaustion and resignation. "Losing my seat...it's not easy to digest."

He stepped back fully now, giving himself space. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield, but his gaze remained fixed on you, seeking comfort and understanding.

"I just... I don't know what I'm going to do now. I've given my life to racing, and now I feel like it's all falling apart," he confessed, the vulnerability in his tone raw and unguarded.

“Oh Danny, I’m sorry. It wasn’t easy for my dad when he retired, but he found a way to adapt and thrive in this new chapter of his life. I remember how challenging it was for him at first—the sudden shift from a structured work routine to having all that free time. However, he managed to channel his energy into something meaningful. He took on the role of a manager and mentor, guiding Oscar to become a great racer. It transformed him, and I think it’s incredible to see how fulfilled he is now. Who knows, maybe one day you could follow in his footsteps and become a mentor too, just like my dad, Mark Webber!”Daniel leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, absorbing your words. The mention of your dad and the parallels you drew gave him some comfort.

He considered your words, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You know, I wouldn't mind being like your dad. Managing a team, and mentoring other drivers. But can you imagine me in a suit and tie all the time?" he teased, the hint of a laugh in his voice.

But beneath the light-hearted humor, there was a hint of longing. Daniel had indeed thought about what came next, the options he had outside of driving.

He pushed himself up from the counter, closing the distance between you once more. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"It's just... scary," he admitted, the weight of his predicament settling onto his shoulders. "I've never had to think about life outside of racing. That's all I know".

He looked down at you, his gaze seeking reassurance. "But hey, if your dad made it work, then I'll figure something out too, right?"

Despite the uncertainty, he found hope in your presence, in the way you held him. With you by his side, he felt stronger, more capable of facing whatever lay ahead.