#I hope everything works out well for you too!

[silknspice]

hockey!vi and basketball!caitlyn decide it's time to stop fighting over you. they'll just have to share!

headcanons, arguing, smut/slutty material (18+ mdni), dom!cait & vi, gp!vi, cheerleader!reader (hardly mentioned), vi & cait r horny and reader's hard-to-get-but-also-horny. wc. 2k

vi's a big, bulky, 'gentleman' of a player. girls come and go from her poster-covered dorm room, and it's fine, because she has bigger things to worry about, until she meets you. the post-game crowd is a chaotic swarm of students, and still, she spots you with ease. you're with a friend that she somewhat recognizes, but the athlete swears on her life she's never seen you. she would've remembered a pretty ass face like that. the two of you are making conversation with one of her teammates, and almost immediately the pinkette's jogging up to the cluster of you and slinging an arm over the other player.

she's decorated with a big fat grin like always, cooing a sexy "hey there," that has her teammate rolling her eyes into the back of her head, but not the way vi intended. you're introduced, a sweet smile gracing your lips that vi wants buried between the flesh of her thighs, lips that she wants gasping for life as she ravishes you, lips that she swears just made her cock twitch.

"you gonna be looking for me at the after party?" she cocks her head in fake innocence. what an asshole. "maybe if you score some more next time," you dismiss her with a tucked away grin, politely biding her teammate and spinning off out of the dumbfounded butch's sight. her teammate sharply inhales, patting the girl who looks like she's just seen a ghost. "tough luck, vi," the athlete starts, "wouldn't have worked anyway, i heard she's messing with kiramman."

caitlyn won the race to your attention. it's one of the many things she adores holding over vi's head when they have their daily bicker-fests over anything and everything related to you. she’d always believed in finders keepers.

the bustling, alcohol scented, dim atmosphere encasing her is completely forgotten as her gaze lands on you, a red solo cup in hand as you make conversation with who she assumes to be your teammates. she squares her shoulders, standing a little taller as her fellow athletes notice the look she's giving you. a predator ready to pounce. little whistles of encouragement fall from their lips as she strides on her mission to you.

the navy haired beauty knows she's hot, knows damn well anyone would slide their way under her as soon as the words of approval coat her tongue, and knows that you'll be one of her most– no, the most rewarding catch she's had. except, her trap seemed to falter.

"you were great today," she flashes a soft smile, attempting to make sure the way she checks you out is subtle, less cocky and more in awe. "watched when i could, i see why they put you in front." "oh yeah?" you hum out, sipping from your cup. it's basic, not giving much for caitlyn to work with, but the glint in your eyes is giving the athlete all too much hope. "yeah," she sounds a little breathless. her eyelids drop and soften to mimick the arousal she's feeling from just eyeing your fuckable face. "must be real flexible to do all that. think you could show me some more?" her prim and enchanting accent is completely contradicting the nasty insinuations falling from her mouth. that has you gently shaking your head and scoffing– albeit, with a smile, caitlyn notes. "you're funny, cait." and that's all you leave her with. that, and the image of you gently swaying your hips while walking off. the image that she'll be replaying in her head as she tends to her needs later that night. it makes sense to her a few days later during practice. when she and her teammates are lazily walking off of the court, one of them explains your oh so suspicious behavior. "heard she's interested in vi. sorry hotshot, looks like you've met your match."

from then on, the two are completely at each other's throats. it starts off small when they bump into each other at the campus coffee shop. they're patiently waiting for their drinks. caitlyn's arms are crossed as always with her hair in a messy pony, and vi's hands keep refuge in her pockets while her shoulders slightly slouch in a relaxed manner. they're completely ignoring the other's presence, until vi physically has to speak up.

"so... ___" she says your name like a child praying to their goddess. caitlyn hums in response. "i hate to be the one to tell you, but she's completely out of your league." "well i don't know what she'd see in a narcissistic mongoose like you," vi quips. cait scoffs. "and i'm not sure why she'd ever give someone as run through as you the time of day... wait, mongoose?"

soon, it's not one that's pursuing you at a time, it's both. at parties, after games, walking to class, even in the library, the two girls are drawn to you like moths to light. and sure, they're still very interested in fucking you senseless if you let them. and sure, they don't know you all too well yet, but something about you is so captivating. whether you'll give them the time of day or not, they crave being in your presence. (the rivalry is making things a little more fun than expected, too.)

you're interested, extremely interested. but these girls are used to getting everything they want in the blink of an eye. you know your worth, so if they want to take you, and not just your ability to walk, they're going to have to work for it. in record time, the university of piltover's finest were wrapped around your dainty finger. so, slowly, you let them into your life.

at first, it's smaller things. in the morning, caitlyn worms her way into the plush seat next to you at your library table. she sets down your coffee order to a T, saying she "had some extra time" (which isn't a lie, she woke up an hour earlier than she already does to make sure her timing was perfect), and she "didn't know what you'd like", so she 'guessed' (that part was a lie, because she fell asleep thirty minutes later than usual stalking your instagram highlights and zooming into the label of your most recent drink). in conclusion, the star player was losing sleep over you, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

then, like switching shifts, vi swoops into the library and whisks you away, but not before making a remark that has the navy-haired girl's brows furrowing.

"i'll take it from here, cupcake. angel and i have a date." the pinkette lifts your backpack from the ground and slings it over her shoulder before you can utter a word. "you're walking me to class, violet. 'ts not a date..." you dismiss the claim, looking caitlyn in the eyes as you bring the coffee to your lips and take a swig. "..yet," you induce some hope and fear into the respective girls. as you coo your mind-twirling sing-song "bye cait," and walk away, vi can't help but snake a hand around your waist before throwing a terribly taunting wink to the bluenette over her shoulder.

eventually, after more interrupted touches and argument after argument, the girls attempt to seduce you on their own turf. after a particularly hard but victorious game, cait jogs up to you. the flyaways of her ponytail are the sexiest amount of messy and the sweat dripping down the side of her neck and rounding towards her adams apple has you gulping. but of course, you hide it. you admit, she's impressed you, and the seemingly suave girl fights the beaming smile she feels sneaking its way onto her face. instead, she thanks you for cheering for her and gently grazes her hand over the hem of your blue and white skirt.

"is this my reward for playing so well?" she grins. "this is my uniform, hotshot."

after vi's hockey game that she insisted you come to, she sneaks up on you after exiting the locker room, capturing your frame from behind with sculpted arms. the two of you stiffle a few laughs before she turns you around, pulling your torso closer to hers.

"how'd I do?" she asks, the neediness of approval hidden somewhere in her tone.

"i guess you were good," you joke, making vi gently pinch at your side. "yeah?" she teases, "how good?" "not good enough, at least I score." caitlyn buts in from 'out of nowhere!' (vi claims), momentarily stunning whatever tension you and the pinkette were building. "i scored three times," the powder-blue eyed girl slightly pouts, sending you into a fit of laughter.

it's vi who steals a kiss from you first. you finally give in after realizing maybe she wants something a little more than sex. it's hungry, slight teeth, lots of tongue, and sloppy hums of pleasure. wandering hands travel to the back of your head, through your hair, down to the curve of your waist, everywhere she can claim you.

caitlyn, when she finds out a day later, is pissed. so when she finally gets her hands on you, she's rougher than she planned on being when she ran this scenario through her head hundreds of times before. she's pushing you against a wall, knee slotted between your legs, and a lanky hand trails up to grip your chin. it's rough, hypnotizing, and you have to stop her before she makes an absolute mess of you.

it's no surprise when the girls text you to meet up a few days later. what is a surprise is the fact that they're together. they send you a selfie from vi's phone in your shared group chat. vi looks delicious in her stupid backwards baseball cap and caitlyn's glasses only enhance that scarily sexy cold look she owns. the picture's lazy, a lower angle of the two looking at the camera with soft grins, but it has your heartbeat racing, and something else pulsing their names.

ice queen: angel come 2 cait's ice queen: we miss you <3 angel: and if I don't? hotshot: you'll regret it. angel: is that a threat? hotshot: jesus, get over here.

caitlyn and vi take turns using you for the rest of the night. they wait for you to make the first move, of course, they have manners. once you're all hot and bothered you hear the clank of their belts coming undone and flashes of clothes being stripped off fill your vision.

cait only spends so long teasing your swollen clit before she's two fingers and three knuckles deep inside of you, teasing your clouded brain about adding a third. the wet sounds your body's making are getting vi the hardest she's been in her life, and she swears she could cum just from the way your glossy eyes look up at her while cait ravishes you. "look at that- i'll be the one to make her cum first." cait taunts, and as soon as you've reached your high the pinkette's stripping you away from her and flipping you onto your stomach.

vi's gentler than caitlyn at first, but her passion and desires enchant her mind and soon she's stuffing your needy hole with her length, face down ass up, while pushing your head into the pillow that captures your lovely noises.

it's not long before caitlyn's sitting in front of you with her legs spread wide, guiding your tongue right where it belongs.

you all sleep in the same bed that night. you in the middle, of course, and your girls clinging to you lovingly. the three of you talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and the silly conversations lull you into a deep sleep.

some day soon, you'll have to talk about whatever this is. for right now, vi and caitlyn relish in the fact that they have you. brain, heart, body and all.

sharing isn't all that bad.

silknspice

[theatresteph]

Cole,

I don’t know if you’ll find this, in fact I doubt you ever will. In some ways, I hope you don’t. But this is my message in a bottle.

I know you left social media for your mental health, and I understand that. I understand that you needed to get away from all this, that it was hurting you. I also understand that it was so bad that you couldn’t even tell me, couldn’t even say goodbye.

I understand all of it.

Even so, I miss you.

Almost a year ago, I reached out into the void, just to know you were alive. A mutual friend helped me look around, she assured me you were okay. She gave you a message from me. I just wanted to know you were alright, and to let you know that you could reach out any way you wanted to, any time at all. That was enough, knowing you were okay.

But it’s been 21 months since I heard from you. Not a messenger, not someone I have to just trust is telling me the truth and not what I want to hear, but you. And it’s you I miss talking to.

It didn’t matter to me that we met online. It didn’t matter that we’ve always had the entire Pacific Ocean between us. It didn’t matter because we had this invisible string to connect us together. I knew you needed to log off now and then, sometimes weeks or even a couple months at a time. It was okay, because you always came back, even just for a second, just to let me know you were okay.

But after all this time, I guess I have to accept that the string is broken. The mutual friend has gone too. They all have. There’s no trace of you left anymore. I gave you ways to contact me, but you haven’t. If you’re still alive, you’ve moved on. You mustn’t worry about me like I did about you. I’m probably just a memory in your new life, if I even mattered that much at all.

But if you’re reading this, don’t pity me. Don’t suddenly decide to re-tie the string just because you think I’m miserable without you. I’m not. I’m doing pretty well, and life goes on. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to miss you. Hell, if I thought it would work or that you would care, I’d write this in a letter and address it to the entire state of Arizona, just on the off-chance that it would find you. But I have more sense than that.

I guess you’re my heartworm. You’re that person that still matters to me, the unfinished friendship. I can’t pretend not to still care about you. I loved you, I missed you, I hoped for you, and then I mourned the loss of you. Of us. Because for me, there was an us. You were someone I could share everything with, someone I looked forward to hearing from. You were my friend, and I hate to think of you as something else. I can recall your face, and I still have love for you. What I can’t recall is whether you would get that folklore reference, but that’s what we’ve come to. All I have left of you is backlogged messages from dead accounts, and your name. All the proof in the world that you ever existed.

How do I end this letter then?

I suppose in the same way I left my last message to you. I’m here for you, if you ever think of me. I’m not still at the restaurant, sitting in a corner I haunt, cross-legged in the dim light, though I am sitting in a very low-lit room with my legs crossed just cause I feel like it. I would love if you got that evermore reference, but if you didn’t, the point is that I’m not waiting for you. My life is full and happy, with or without you. But with you would be nicer.

And if you really are gone forever, if there’s no one left alive to ever find this message, then at least I said it.

All my love, girl,

Steph 🩷

heartworm

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

[georges-left-ear]

I want to talk about Neil Gaiman from the perspective of a survivor of SA.

I am a trans/ gender fluid person, a survivor of R*pe, and a diehard Good Omens fan. And I have been struggling to cope with and process the horrific things that Neil Gaiman has done. I don’t get a lot of engagement from the Good Omens fandom. I’m mostly a lurker here, TikTok, Twitter, and BlueSky and AO3. But I feel like I need to say something, and Im saying it here so I can share without a character limit. And then I’m going to take a break for a while because my mental health can’t handle the chaos anymore.

I read the Vulture article and I was of course horrified and disgusted and repulsed. The things he did to those women made me absolutely sick. But I’ll tell you what, as a survivor, I have been way more triggered by the online reaction to these allegations than I ever expected to be.

I am struggling, because while I unquestioningly stand with his victims and hope they get the full weight of justice they deserve, I am grieving. I am not reacting the way I would have expected myself to react to this news, and I haven’t since July when the story first broke. I would have expected to react the same way I did when JK Rowling exposed her horrific transphobia. I took a pretty hardline stance that any engagement with Harry Potter, even through fandom and etsy purchases, kept her relevant and sent the message that you too were transphobic. As a gender queer person, I now have an extremely hard time enjoying Harry Potter anymore even thought it was overwhelmingly influential on my life. I would not have met my husband without HP!

So why don’t I feel the same way about Good Omens? I am a victim of R*pe, myself, so why haven’t these allegations made it difficult to enjoy this story? In fact, all I want to do right now is actually watch the show! Or read the book, or fanfiction, or watch my favorite fan edits. I’m actually reaching out to it more. My instinct ever since July has been to clutch the story to my chest, white knuckled, and crying to myself in the shower, “No, no, no, no. Please, please, please. Not this. Not this too. Please don’t go.”

The answer is I don’t know. I… I don’t know why I’m reacting this way. It is something I will have to work through with my therapist for sure. And I feel absolutely horrible for it. But I do know that folks on Twitter and TikTok telling me that nobody cares about my feeling and saying that nothing matters at all except his victims has been extremely triggering - more so than any discussion of his acts. And I know that I will need a long time to work through it, and that I may never get over it.

I also know that two things can be true at once. We can be supportive of his victims and understand that what Neil Gaiman’s fans are going through is ALSO a collective trauma that deserves time and space to process. Because he violated us too. He violated our trust and our perceptions of reality, and that is much more traumatic than people give it credit for. Demanding that his fans just give up the stories and communities that may have been the only thing keeping some of these people alive at one point completely cold turkey is cruel and heartless. Some people may be able to do that. They may be able to not care for a while and may even need that. People deserve time and grace to grieve and come to terms with what is going on in their own ways.

I know that some of these folks mean well, but the argument that nobody cares about fans feelings is not looking at the whole picture and feels like just a way to discredit and belittle fandoms in a new way. Because this is NOT breaking news! This story originally broke back in July, and the fandom rallied behind his victims en mass! They have recently raised thousands of dollars to donate to Take Back The Night, which is amazing! This most recent article and fandom meltdown is just rehashing everything that we said last summer. So my then questions are:

When CAN we grieve? When CAN we talk about how we are feeling? When CAN we reach out to our community and collectively heal from the trauma that we are facing as well? And not fear that some self righteous ass hole on the internet is going to bully them for not being a good enough feminist. And do NOT sit there on your performative high horse and tell us that what we are going through is not as bad as R*pe. We fucking know that. I certainly fucking know that. But it is still bad, and it does deserve recognition too. It is extremely unhealthy to pretend that this news is not also a noteworthy trauma to his fans. And gaslighting them by telling them that their heartbreak and grief is problematic is just fucking mean.

Neil’s fans deserve grace and compassion too.

[always-just-red]

hello <3 could you do number 18 on the prompt list for rafayel or sylus? I just read no.15 that you did and i love your writing style

Hey! And aww thank you so much! I opted for Sylus for this one, hope you enjoy! 🥰💕

Snow Angels

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Prompt #018: falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground.

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, some mutual bullying (but it comes from a place of love 😌)

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Sylus doesn’t know why you would want to kill him, and he’s running out of time to figure it out.

You walk beside him solemnly, snow crunching beneath your boots while the bitter breeze plays with the upturned collar of your coat. When your lips part every so often— to release a particularly heavy breath— it looks like smoke from a fire he wouldn’t mind burning in. Cold and crystalline. Warm. The warmest thing in these white, wintery woods.

He glances around the skeletal trees, all gilded with silver. It isn’t bad, as final resting places go.

You haven’t said a word for ten minutes.

You stop, fatefully.

It’s time, then, is it? Sylus stops too, letting out his own billow of frosted breath. His hands are buried deep in his coat pockets. He’s been wondering how he got here, ever since the two of you started this morbid little march together. Was it that stunt he pulled at Association Headquarters last week? When he paid you a surprise visit, bundled in a hat and an absurdly long scarf, which was not (you lectured, as you escorted him from the building) cute, funny, or an even passable disguise.

It might have been the arcade. Two days ago. You’d asked for— what was it? — some crow that was somehow different from the two dozen others you’ve amassed between you. He’d won it, hadn’t he? Except no, it was the wrong one, you wanted that one, the one that was— oh forget it, Sylus. This one is fine, too.

Maybe it wasn’t fine. One wrong plushie too far, and you’ve finally snapped. Somewhere above where the two of you are standing, Mephisto caws, as if to add to the suspense. He’s always had a penchant for theatre.

“It’s pretty here, isn’t it?” you say, gazing out over your surroundings, and you must like theatre as well.

“Mmm,” Sylus agrees vaguely. He’s thinking about how preventable this all was.

“Is that Mephisto over there?” you ask, pointing. “Is he in trouble?”

You’re lying through near-chattering teeth, pointing at nothing, and he doesn’t need to look to know it. Mephisto is still perched overhead, betraying your bluff, and you haven’t even noticed. Oh, the irony. Sylus is going to die here because he can’t tell an ultra-rare crow plush from its common subspecies, but you? You couldn’t pick Mephisto out in a field full of gulls, let alone other crows.

You’ve made your feint, though. A distraction: the opening for that knockout punch you’ve been fantasising about throughout the course of this entirely innocent, not-at-all suspicious hike.

He turns, anyway— red eyes following the line of your finger through the white of the woods— and awaits his execution.

Waiting.

Waiting.

You shove him with all of your might, and it…

… Doesn’t move him. Not even an inch.

Your profession is death-dealing, your world is dangerous. Never once has Sylus doubted your ability to survive it, conquer it, walk from the bones of it like its rightful sovereign, but that faith collapses beneath one simple question:

Is that it?

He turns back to you in disbelief, mouth threatening to grin. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” Your eyes are wide with guilt and a similar shock. “It was… I mean, it was just…” You give up. “Ugh, you ruin everything! How the hell are you so strong?”

“Born with it, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles— what a stupid question. “How are you so weak?”

“I’m not weak!”

He lifts an eyebrow. “I thought the breeze had picked up. Perhaps a falling leaf had struck me, or a—”

“Shut up!” You stoop, collecting and launching a handful of snow at him, but most of it falls short. “Just shut up, okay?”

You’re actually disappointed? Sylus casually brushes away the little snow that had reached him and dusted the black of his coat. He’s not sure what you expected from a single shove and a half-assed snowball. If you wanted to do this properly, you’d have at least brought a gun.

Still. “Push me again,” he says with a smirk, because look at you: you’re really worked up about this, huh?

You frown at first, but then your disappointment goes like morning frost, kissed by sunlight. Your lips curve with his favourite smile. With your eyes ablaze, you push him again.

He doesn’t fall slowly; he drops.

“Ha!” you exclaim with a gleeful cackle, shockingly free from concern as he lies in the thick snow, thinking he maybe overcommitted to his descent. His body might ache if it wasn’t already going numb from the cold. His eyes are closed. New flakes of snow are settling on him, trying to bury him, but it’ll take much, much more than that.

Mephisto caws above like he’s in mourning.

“Happy, sweetie?” Sylus enquires, opening one eye. A dead man in a play, peeking to see if the curtain’s come down yet so he can finally move.

Instead of answering, you throw yourself down in the snow beside him with a shriek of delight. The snow is so high around his face that he can barely see you. He hears you moving: dragging the snow back and forth with flailing limbs. “Make a snow angel with me, Sy!” Is that what that is? You look like baby turtle, flipped on its shell. “Come on! It looks so cute when they do it in the movies!”

“Cute?” he mimics, unimpressed.

“Romantic,” you offer up instead, and sure enough— with a groan of lament— the leader of Onychinus starts to move his arms and legs. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Mephisto is cawing with more enthusiasm, and it sounds an awful lot like your cackle. Thankfully, the sound is easy to forget with all the swooshing, crunching snow. Sylus can’t feel his hands or his feet, but he’ll never hear the end of it if he gives out first.

Eventually, you go still. No more swooshing or crunching. Mephisto is silent. Sylus goes still, too.

“Sy?” you whisper.

“Hmm?”

“…I’m cold.”

He scoffs, sitting up and shaking his head to dislodge the snow that’s clinging to his hair and back. With another groan, he gets himself to his feet. Looks down at you lying there, staring up at the sky like you’re full of regret. He is also cold, and he’s had his fill of ‘romantic’, so he scoops you up and shrugs you over his shoulder as you squeak with surprise.

You’re facing the wrong way. You can’t see the snow angels, but he can.

“How do they look?” you ask.  

His head slants slightly. Snow ‘angels’ is a stretch. They look like… he doesn’t know what, actually. One is bigger than the other. In the middle, their wings almost meet where your fingers must have almost brushed. He smiles, his free hand drawing his phone from his pocket so he can snap a quick picture.

“Sylus.” You sound impatient. “Cold, remember?”

He chuckles; you are demanding. “Want me to warm you up, kitten?” His phone is away, his hand is on the back of your leg, and you slap at him half-heartedly. It just makes him chuckle more.

“Can’t get the right plushie from the stupid claw machine and now you’re mocking me,” you grumble. Sylus smiles to himself before you continue: “awful at claw machine, awful at letting me ambush you, awful at—”

This could be going on for a while, so Sylus turns, set on carrying you back.

“Awful at singing!” you’ve somehow gotten to.

He stops walking and oh— would you look at that! There's another snow drift nearby: so plain, so pristine.

It could really use a snow angel, and he has the perfect one in mind.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

While im at it: maybe a cute blurb about Quinn x reader when the have been together for a while and she gets her period unexpectedly when she’s sleeping over. I had that happened to me before and it was mortifying and embarrassing but i feel like quinn would be sweet about it and make her feel better. Also i get super emotional and teary and stuff when im on my period and in pain so maybe that could be part of the blurb as well?🥴🥹🥰

I hope this is alright, lovie! Hopefully it checks all the boxes!

Morning had come too early.

Quinn was up before you, as was normal most days, but today you were in no hurry to get around. You had awoken to a very peculiar pain and you knew what it had signaled, but there was always a part of you that hoped that maybe it was just something else. Every single time it happened, "maybe it's just a stomachache or something," you'd try to convince yourself. However, every time it came around it was the same old situation.

It was never a big deal when it happened at your house, but you were at Quinn's this time. And, unfortunately, you were met with a not-so-nice surprise when you finally rolled out of bed. There it was, the unmistakable red stain on his pale grey sheets. You'd sigh before stripping the bed, grabbing something new to wear and your bag, and tiptoeing to the bathroom, hoping Quinn wouldn't hear you. "Of all goddamn days," you'd mutter to yourself, just annoyed with how your day was starting. A little cold water and some friction would do the trick in releasing the blood from the fabrics but still...what a start to the morning.

After everything was taken care of, you'd finally leave the bathroom in no better mood than when you had gotten up.

The sheets and your clothes would get thrown in that day's laundry; out of sight, out of mind, for now anyway.

"Babe, what, uh...what happened to the sheets?" Quinn asked loudly, extremely confused by the state of his bedroom. He hadn't remembered leaving it like it was: blankets on the floor, pillows in a mountain beside them, and the sheets gone. You had made it to the kitchen; hugging your knees to your chest in the chair at the island, when he'd come looking for you.

"Baby?" He would ask again, "did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I um...I had to strip the bed. Sorry," you finally replied, turning your head away from him.

Standing beside you, he'd take a minute from what he was doing to check in with you. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, I'm...peachy," you said, rolling your eyes.

Quinn pouted, his lower lip quite pronounced though you weren't looking at him. He'd reach out to put his hand to your back but you'd shrug him off.

"I'm fine, Quinn. You don't have to hover." Pushing past him, you'd return to the bedroom and lock the door behind you. His pout was gone now, replaced with his sad, puppy eyes instead and a heavy feeling in his chest.

"Baby?" He asked, standing in front of the door. He'd try the knob, but upon finding it locked he would sigh. He didn't know what he had done to make you so mad and so quickly. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Or...what I did?"

By the time he had gotten to the door, you had already pulled a fresh set of sheets from one of the drawers beneath the bed and was in the process of remaking it, wishing this entire conversation would come to an end. He would continue to try and get you to talk to him, but you would simply ignore him as you kept working. In the moment, you didn't care how he felt, you just want him to stop pressing what was wrong. You'd have enough self-restraint to keep from yelling at him to leave you alone, but not much.

Defeated and shutout, Quinn shuffled back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. His heart hurt; you had never been mad at him like this before, not in person at least. What had he done? Eventually, the bed got made, new pillowcases and sheets, and thankfully you hadn't needed to do any spot treatment on the mattress topper. It was bad enough you had to rinse the sheet stain in the sink, trying to explain why the mattress was wet was something you were happy to avoid.

With the bedroom put back together, you grabbed up the rest of the linens and went to leave the bedroom. By then, you were feeling guilty about how you had snapped at Quinn and as you stood paused at the door, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. How could you have said (and thought) such things? Hormones were a dangerous thing to not have control over. Quietly, you turned the lock and stepped out. Sitting on the sofa was Quinn with his head in his hands. The sight broke you; the tears like a floodgate after you blinked. You'd drop what you were holding and run over to him in a hurry.

"Oh, Quinn, I'm so sorry!"

He turned towards you, hearing your socked feet against the hardwood floor, standing to take you into his arms. Quinn would hold you so tightly as you cried just over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I made you mad," he said softly.

"I shouldn't have been so mean to you! I'm the one who should be sorry!" Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sniffled, trying to contain your emotions but you were failing.

"What's wrong?" He asked, leaning his head against yours, hands still tight around your body. "Talk to me. Please?"

"I...I got blood on your sheets."

"That's okay, baby," he reassured, placing a kiss against your ear. "I don't care about that stuff. You should have just told me, I would have helped you. I could have taken care of everything for you."

"I couldn't have asked that of you. I did it..."

"It happens, sweetheart. It's natural; it doesn't gross me out, okay? Not a big deal at all."

Somehow, his kindness made you cry more, and you would dig your nails into his back, fearful he was going to pull away.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings," you wept.

Quinn shook his head slightly, "I'm okay, sweetheart. I just didn't know what had happened. You know you can talk to me about anything, you know? I'll never judge you for anything -- ever."

He truly wasn't like most guys, which made how you treated him earlier so much worse. "I can't believe I did that to you!"

"Shhh," he whispered, a hand now resting on the back of your head, the other low around your waist. "I'm not mad at you. Let me take care of you, today, hm?"

How could you let him do such a kindness to you when you were so sour with him mere moments ago? How was he so kind when he had every right to be upset and distant?

"No, baby," you declined, not because you didn't want him to dote on you, but because you didn't think you deserved it.

"Please? I want to."

There simply was no telling him -- no. Your silence would let him know you had folded and his soft words would leave you melting.

"Why don't you sit down while I go draw you a bath, okay?"

Reluctantly, you withdrew your hands from his back and let some space develop between the two of you. Quinn gave you a smile, wiping away the lingering tears from your cheek. His hand would caress it after, pulling you forward for a quick kiss.

"I won't be too long, okay? I'll get everything ready and I'll come get you."

You gave a nod, his hand falling away from your face slowly. Finding your seat at the island, you'd wait patiently for Quinn to return. You couldn't help but feel so guilty about having him do things for you, especially after you had made him feel so poorly. Maybe there was something you could do for him, but while you sat there and pondered, nothing came to mind.

Hearing doors open and close, you wondered what he was up to, but you'd stay where to avoid spoiling his surprise.

"Alright, sweetheart," Quinn said, walking to the end of the hallway. "Why aren't you sitting on the sofa?"

"I don't--," you stammered, finding it hard to find your words. "I didn't want to get anything...on it. Things happen...you know."

"And I'll take care of it, baby. Today is about you being comfortable."

You made your way over to him, trying not to be sad. "You're far too sweet."

Quinn shook his head, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

"Quinny," you mumbled, your eyes feeling wet with tears again.

"All for you, sweetheart."

You'd allow him to lead you down the hall to the bathroom which was blanketed with steam. The air smelled like a multitude of different floral notes and the warmth of the room danced around your exposed skin.

"I'm going to give you some time alone to get comfortable then I'll be back to check on you."

- - -

There was a knock at the door.

"May I come in?" Quinn asked just on the other side.

"Mhm," you replied, submerged in the still steaming water just below your shoulders. Your hair was up, with a few tendril-like strands framing your face.

"Hello, beautiful." There was a mug in his hand as he approached you with another smile on his lips. There was nothing you loved more than seeing that genuine expression light up his face. You couldn't keep your stomach from doing a flip-flop feeling, just being overwhelmed with his sweet generosity.

"How are you feeling?" He asked handing you the cup. "Careful, it's hot."

"Thank you, baby, and I'm okay."

He pouted, playfully, "Aw, just 'okay'? I'll have to try harder I guess."

Before you could tell him there was nothing more he needed to do, due to the cup to your lips, Quinn stepped around to the back of the free-standing tub and put his hands on your shoulders. The feeling of his touch made your eyes roll up into your head slightly His delicate fingers began to knead away any tension you had been carrying. You couldn't help but let the faintest moan escape your lips. Quinn didn't need to ask you if what he was doing felt okay, and you also wouldn't be able to see his smirk either. Lost in the bliss of his touch, your head would fall forward slightly. Quinn hinged slightly at his waist to be able to placed the softest of kisses to your neck.

"I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

Goosebumps surged over your bare skin, feeling his breath against your neck. Now was not the time to want him in that way, but he was making it too easy.

"You're teasing me," you whined, your eyes still closed, but enjoying every single second of him on your skin.

"But do you feel good?"

"Mhm."

He grinned, placing, in quick succession, several more from your ear down the curve of your neck. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, baby, you've done more than enough," you replied, nearly breathless. "Thank you."

"You let me know when you're ready to get out, okay?"

"Maybe another ten minutes, maybe?"

Quinn nodded, letting his fingertips trail across your shoulders as he moved back towards the door. "Take your time."

Almost like he had set a timer, Quinn came back within ten or so minutes, a towel and stack of clothes in his arms.

"Fresh out of the dryer, sweetheart."

"Oh, Quinn," you said, taken aback by his kindness.

"Just trying to help."

- - -

The warm towel and clothes had been a nice transition from the bath water and had been something that hadn't crossed your mind to do or ask for. Just the thought of it again made you smile. It had been several minutes since Quinn had came to check on your which made you wonder what he could be up to now. Knowing him, it would be something for sure.

He had brought you one of his hoodies, a t-shirt, some leggings, and a pair of thick fuzzy socks; your usual "time-of-the-month" outfit. Quinn's observance was unapparelled. You dressed quickly and dealt with things in the bathroom before seeing what your man was up to.

"Quinny?" You asked, looking around.

"I was just about to see if you were alright!" He replied, meeting you in the hall. "How was your bath?"

"Wonderful," you said, giving him a kiss. "Thank you."

Quinn smiled, taking your hand. "One more thing for you."

"Baby," you whined, feeling he had simply done enough, but you'd follow him without hesitation.

There, in the living room, Quinn had the sofa all set up. There were pillows from the bedroom, a couple quilts folded back with a heating pad sandwiched in, and a towel down covering the cushion. Your eyes had migrated there first, which brought on a wave a guilt.

"It's just to ease your mind, baby," Quinn said, seeing the change in your mood. "I don't care what happens to the sofa. It's just stuff. This wasn't to make you feel bad."

"Okay," you mumbled, trying to stay happy, letting go of his hand to sit down. Quinn was quick to tuck you in, after placing the heating pad against your stomach.

"Baby, you don't have to do everything."

He just laughed, "I know. Here's the remote-thing for that, I didn't know how hot you would want it."

"It's perfect, sweetheart, thank you."

Quinn sat down beside you, his hand finding yours as you leaned your head on his shoulder. "Lunch?"

"Okay," you said yawning. That bath had really drained your energy, but everything had been perfect. "What do you want?"

"What do /you/ want?" He pressed, giving your hand a squeeze.

"I want a nap."

Quinn laughed again. He couldn't deny that a nap sounded pretty good to him as well. "Well, let's order something and we'll curl up for a nap?"

It was too late for you, because as soon as your eyes came to a close, hand-in-hand with Quinn, you were out.

"Babe?" He asked when you didn't answer him about lunch, but all he could do was chuckle quietly. "Nap first, then lunch. Fine with me."

[thenerdyselfinsert]

You're Home (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

After John Price came to your home a few months ago and told you Simon was MIA, you thought your entire world was ending. You feel yourself going mad, crazy without your partner. Sometimes you feel yourself hallucinating, imagining he's there. One morning, the hallucination feels more real.

Word Count: 876

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Not beta read, reader is a crybaby (but a valid crybaby)

The sight of John Price at your door wasn't unusual. Sometimes Simon would invite him over for drinks, or you would invite him and the other members of TF141 for dinner. But here, on one of the cloudiest days of the year, it created knots in your stomach.

You had felt weird when you woke up this morning. At first you thought you were just being paranoid, a symptom from missing Simon. He had been radio silent for the past couple weeks, said he was supposed to be going on a solo mission and wouldn't be able to contact you until it was over.

But now, with John Price at your door, you knew your feelings were not unfounded. Price stood at your door, a somber look on his face. He wrung his hat in his hands, and though he was stoic and still, you could tell he was just as distraught as you.

"John," you said softly, "I... where's Simon?"

Price reached out a gentle hand towards you, "I'm sorry-"

"John-" you recoiled, shaking your head and covering your mouth, "John, please no-"

"Simon is missing in action," Price said softly, his hand resting on your arm, "The mission in Urzikstan went side-ways and-"

"He's not dead?" you asked, a little too hopeful.

Price's face softened, "I- we don't know for sure. I don't... I don't want you to get your hopes up..."

Your eyebrows furrowed as tears welled in your eyes. Price opened his arms, silently offering you a hug which you took. Sobs wracked your body, fear and grief washing over you like a tidal wave.

"I'm sorry," was all Price could mutter as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. You sobbed until you collapsed, the energy sucked out of your body.

That night with John Price was five months ago. Simon still hadn't come back, and each day that passed made you feel more and more hopeless. It drives you crazy, your brain playing tricks on you.

Sometimes, in the deliriam of another restless sleep, you swore you could hear his footsteps in the hall, or hear him murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

Sometimes it brought comfort, letting yourself pretend like he had come home to you safe and sound.

But sometimes, it just cut open old wounds and left you sobbing hysterically. You tried everything to bring yourself comfort. You sprayed his pillow with his cologne, hugging it tightly as you tried to fall asleep. When it got cold, you chose his pair of skeleton print gloves over your own. Nothing worked.

One night, the hallucinations felt all too real.

You layed in bed, tossing and turning, drifting in and out of reality. As you lay in the dark, you heard the sound of the front door open, a heavy set of footsteps following the sound.

You've had nights where this has happened before. You hear the shuffling downstairs before heavy, tired footsteps approach the bedroom door. It squeaked open, and in the dark bleary night, you open your eyes just slightly to see the hulking figure standing in the doorway.

"Simon?" You mumbled softly, like you had a few nights before. Sometimes the hallucinations spoke, sometimes they don't.

"It's me, love," the hallucination said, his voice sounding as if he was holding back tears. You hold your hand out to the hallucination, inviting it into bed with you. Through your impaired vision, you could see the hallucination shuck off its shirt before climbing into bed with you. It radiated a familiar warmth, one that was…different than usual. Strong arms wrapped around you, making your eyebrows furrow. You turned in the hallucination’s grasp, staring at it through bleary eyes. You rubbed your eyes, blinking a couple times. Though that usually chased away the visions, this one held firm.

“Si— Simon?” you asked in disbelief. His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb running along your cheek. You reached up to hold his face in your hands, tears welling in your eyes after landing on the solid planes of his face.

“I missed you so much,” Simon whispered, tears welling in his eyes as well, “Every. Single. Day. All I could think of was returning home to you.”

Your bottom lip quivered, one of your hands running through his hair.

“You’re real…” you whispered in disbelief.

He let out a breath of laughter, taking one of your hands in his, a smile gracing his face.

“It’s me love,” he said, “I’m here, and I’m real.”

You let out a sob, your arms wrapping around him as you buried your face into his chest. He smelled like fresh Earth, sweat, and a hint of his cologne. You inhaled, reveling in the familiar smell.

Simon’s arms instinctively pulled you in tighter as he buried his nose in your hair.

“I— I thought— I thought—“ you sobbed, holding him tightly, as if letting go would make him disappear once more.

He shushed you, rubbing your back as he pressed firm kisses to the top of your head. He gently took your face in his hands, tilting your head so he could kiss you properly. His lips were warm and desperate, kissing you over and over again to make up for lost time.

When he pulled away, you looked up at him through tears.

“I’m— I’m so glad— I’m so glad you’re home,” you hiccupped.

He pressed another chaste kiss to your lips before he said, “I’m glad I’m home too, love.”

And with his body pressed firmly against yours, you could feel yourself relaxing. You moved yourself to lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, a firm reminder that he was here, in your arms. And for the first time in a long time, you both slept easy.

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

[theswanqu22n]

— WIFI PROBLEMS.

fluff james patrick march fic.

summary: You stayed at the Hotel Cortez but you have problems with the WiFi.

credits to @vizjpmdose who gave me the inspiration thanks to one of her posts to write this.

You checked into the Hotel Cortez almost two hours ago, as you had been struggling with your laptop to keep connecting to the Wi-Fi connection. You had an urgent job due and you didn't want to get fired at all, but who are you going to ask for help with the wifi if the people at the front desk on the lobby looked old enough to understand, and the person named Liz at the front desk had just told you she went to get her nails done.

What a headache, and there you were again, clicking on the mouse to try to reconnect. Finally, tired, you got up from the small desk that the room you were staying in offered you and grabbed the phone that went straight line to the lobby. It took them maybe 2 minutes to respond; aren't they supposed to reply right away? What kind of service was this?.

You were surprised to hear that the person who answered was a man, his voice sounded strange and as if it were made of silk... if that explains it, nah, that was mid-atlantic accent for sure.

"hello?" The voice sounded like it was almost singing, but you completely ignored that and decided to get to the point.

"I've been trying to keep my internet connection but the signal is just bad...and very slow. I have to hand in a paperwork before 5pm and it's already 4pm! Please someone help with this." you said almost hoping not to sound desperate but to make it obvious that you are upset.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be moving something on the phone as there was a lot of noise.

"hello?" You asked again, quite annoyed.

"I'm sorry...Miss..., Shall I know which room you'r staying in?" He asked sounding nervous.

10 minutes passed when all you could see was a tall guy with well-combed black hair and a strange mustache that looked like Mr. Gomez from the Addams Family, and a black tuxedo...and his pale skin stood out a lot.

"It's a...real shame ma'am, my employees do everything except work" He let out a nervous chuckle that marked his dimples, his boba pearl eyes quickly scanning around your room. "James Patrick March, the...owner of the hotel." He introduced himself giving a small bow which you just ignored.

"...Y/N" you introduced yourself too, and waved your hand for him to come in, he looked you almost directly in the eyes when he stepped a foot inside your room.

"Heh...so, what do you say the problem is?" he asked nervously, you could even notice some sweat on his forehead. You raised your eyebrows and walked over to the small wifi device that was connected to the nightstand next to your bed, and you could see how James' eyes were completely wide open...as if he had seen a ghost himself...

"This, my laptop keeps disconnecting and at this point I'm getting desperate" you said annoyed, you needed a solution and to be honest... it seemed like he didn't even know.

"Yes, but what is that... little device you're pointing out to me? The lamp?" he asked, coming closer while still smiling. His smile looked so forced that you didn't hesitate to arch a eyebrow.

"No, it's the...wifi" you said, clarifying as if you hadn't said at the beginning that this was your problem.

"Ah! You new generation, these jokes nowadays..." He smiled looking away almost looking for an escape.

"No! Damn it I need you to fix the wifi connection before 5pm or I'll give you one fucking star because I already have enough with the amount of flies that wanted to get in through the window!" You raised your voice, you really didn't want to, but your job would be in serious trouble if you didn't send in your paperwork.

The man leaned his head back, opening his eyes wider and stopping smiling. He literally looked scared... Was the man scared of a living creature Or maybe because the man had no idea what you were asking of him.

"Explain the situation to me again, let's not get...excited, shall we?" He offered you some calm again, to which you sighed and looked away, biting the inside of your cheek, and then began to explain again.

You noticed how his hands remained at his sides, offering you the view of his veins that were surely more exalted from his nerves.

"I have some paperwork due for work before 5pm, it's already..." you looked up at the locked screen of your laptop where the time was displayed. "4:20pm...and the wifi isn't working at all, it keeps disconnecting or even running slow, can you fix it?"

James kept looking at you with that awkward smile and his eyes wide open, like he was zooming out. He took a deep gulp and then said.

"I'll look for Miss Evers to resolve the situation...I'll be right back."

And then he quickly walked out of the room, literally running away from you, leaving you believing that he would solve this.

Not knowing that Miss Evers is also an entity from decades ago that lives under the same rock and is... his maid. How would she know that?.

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: “𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮” - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭!!!! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐓-𝐓 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞??

"My dear Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju opens the letter gripping the paper tightly as the tears fall from her eyes. After witnessing multiple deaths of the people she loves—loved.

"I'm writing this letter as I sit on my bunk, which is across from where you are right now. I know that I am somewhat important in your life now. But don't worry, you don't have to keep protecting me."

Hyun-ju reads the letter, swallowing the lump in her throat before continuing

"Rest assured my love, I will get you to win this wretched game, made by my wretched father."

Her breath hitched at the word; father.

"Enough of the sad stuff. I hope this letter reaches you safely, and I most certainly hope you get out of this place safely. I am sincerely sorry that I didn't save Young-mi, if I could've, I would've."

Hyun-ju smile saddened at the mention of Young-mi, her heart aching as she goes on.

"I hope you reach Thailand and complete your transition, my love. You deserve it. After working so hard and tolerating all the stares you get, you deserve everything in the world."

She felt touched that you even managed to remember something like that about her, even though she only spoke about it once.

"My love, I'm writing this letter in the bathroom, secretly. So they wouldn't notice how I got a pen and paper here. I hope Junhee's baby is safe, and her of course."

Hyun-ju glanced at Junhee and her baby, she smiled at them.

"I also hope, Yongsik and his sweet mother make it out, I wish for him not to be a gambling addict anymore. A little part in me heals as she treats me like a daughter, the mother I will never have."

Hyun-ju then glanced to Yongsik and his mother hugging each other for warmth.

"I hope you are well, my love. I hope you enjoy the money you received, I'm sorry I won'y be there with you. You know how strict my dad is. Use the money well and wisely, most importantly do what you want, don't let other people get to you okay? I won't be there to support you along the way. But at the very end of your path, I will be there waiting for you."

Hyun-ju smiled bitterly at your letter.

"I never expected to fall in love in a place like this. Full of death, yet we found love. So, I will forever cherish that love that I have for you, I'm afraid I have fallen too deep for you to let the games continue. I don't want to die. I want to keep on loving you with all my heart. But, I know I'll never make it out of here."

Hyun-ju's tears spilled out at the next paragraph.

"My love, I know I will never make it out of here, but don't be sad. Before hand I will have created 365 letters to send to you every-day, to remind you of the special love I have for you. And for the first time in my life, I have felt genuine love, from you and to you. I love you."

"Hi, My love. I am currently writing this letter to you, whilst bleeding. So, I am sorry for the blood that will possibly get on this page. As of now I have written over 237 letters to send to you. I'm sorry, I don't think it's possibly that I continue on. The rest of my time on earth, I want to spend with you. I cannot currently find you, or any one. So, here I am writing this letter to you. I just want you to know, my beating heart belongs to you. And only you. I'd die for you. I'd go through hell for you. As my love is only for you, my soul is meant to be yours forever. I love you, Cho Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju sobs quietly as she folds the letter and placing it into her pockets securely. She wipes her tears before approaching Gi-hun. "Gi-hun, are you sure that there was no dead body near this letter?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. All I saw was a letter addressing to you and a bloody pen near it." Gi-hun explains as they both look to the horizon, finally escaping the island. "We were both betrayed, Hyun-ju." Gi-hun puts a hand on her shoulder.

"But, it's time to move on with life. As much as I loved him, and you loved her. It's time to move on." He comforts Hyun-ju with a small smile.

"Goodbye, my love." Hyun-ju whispers into the air. Saying goodbye to both the island she despises to never see again, and to you, the one person she longs to see again.

[dsireland86]

So i had a idea for a request but i don't know who i want it for so you could choose if you want but i thinking of a NSFW fic with a fem reader and like maybe one of the guys is coming home from tour so reader decides to tease and send them videos and pictures of her playing with herself and their favorite outfit and then she realizes they just got home after hearing the door and her and whoever you choose have crazy sex

*clears throat* Good god... okay, well... ahem 🤣 How many will hate me if I make this a Noah story? 🤭 I gave it serious thought of who I could choose, and my head just wouldn't get out of Noah mode... soooo... yeah.... 🫤🫦🥵🤯

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Noah paraded around the stage, testing sound volume and vocals during soundcheck. The last show of the tour was tonight, and that meant by this time tomorrow, he'd be home, tangled up in the sheets, and buried deep inside his better half, Y/N. God, he missed her, and just the thought of her made his heart flutter. As if by some divine connection, his phone vibrated inside his pocket, he smiled the second he saw her text.

"Hey Babe! I'm so happy tonight is your last show. I need you home with me. I've missed you way too freaking much. I've got some surprises for you that I know you're going to love. Since we've been apart for too long and you've been working so hard, I thought you deserved something really special. Enjoy my love and I hope you think about me while you're on stage tonight. Knock em' dead, killer. I know you will 😘😘

Noah dropped his phone the moment the picture came through. "Holy fuck!"

"Something wrong, Noah?"

Noah looked over at Nicholas and huffed a nervous laugh.

"Um, no. Sorry. My hand just cramped up," he lied, bending over to retrieve his phone.

Nick raised an eyebrow, but ignored it, turning away from Noah and back to tuning his bass.

Noah stared heavily at the photo of Y/N in the white lingerie piece she wore. The sharp V-shaped cut traveled down the middle of her chest, revealing the curves of her luscious breasts while sheer lace covered her soft, untouched nipples making Noah yearn to have them in his mouth. Y/N sat on her knees with her legs spread wide, revealing the center of her pleasure for his eyes alone to see. It was pure bliss; just the thing he needed to relieve the sexual tension that had been building up for days. Hurriedly, he texted his reply;

"I want to see your fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours, making yourself cum for me, Princess. I need to. I'm dying here without you."

He hit send, slipping his phone back into his pocket, just as it went off again.

"You'll have something waiting for you after the show tonight, my love. I love you."

"Oh my g…," Noah sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Everything good?"

Noah's lips turned up into a soft smile at Jolly.

"Yeah, everything's great. Let's wrap this up and get some food. Show starts in four hours."

There were soft mumbles of agreement and sighs of relief, as the guys walked off the stage. Noah's heart was racing, his mind overworking, trying to remember every detail of what Y/N was wearing. It made him partially hard and the throbbing ache building deep inside him was going to be the death of him on that stage tonight.

Noah's phone vibrated on the table as he placed his in-ear piece in. The smile that reached his face was proof he already knew who it was. Picking up his phone, he read the text from Y/N;

"It's showtime, baby. Good luck out there."

Grinning, Noah put the phone down, tucking the wire in the back of his pants and slipping the jacket on just as it vibrated again. It was another picture of Y/N in the same lingerie, but in a different position.

Noah made a deep sound in the back of his throat that was purely male, shaking his head as his eyes scanned the curves of her sweet figure that he ached to have his hands all over.

"Careful, Princess. You're playing with fire."

Noah hit send then sat the phone down, pulling the mask down over his face as he walked out of the green room and onto the stage.

Seventy five minutes later the green room door burst open, ushering in four sweat-soaked, tired guys, followed by Matt. The last show was a success and now they were all ready to go home.

Noah grabbed his phone, wanting to text Y/N and tell her how great the show went, but mostly wanting to see if the surprise she promised was waiting for him. There was an unopened text from her that he quickly clicked on and read.

"Don't open the link until you're alone. And make sure you have your earbuds in. Enjoy my love. I can't wait to have you all to myself once you're home."

Noah rubbed his jaw, feeling that familiar heavy tingling hit him right where he needed it to. The tip of his cock was so sensitive that just grazing it with the palm of his hand made him whimper.

Showering quickly, Noah made his way to the bus, climbing up inside and heading towards his bunk.

"Going to bed kind of early, aren't ya?"

Noah turned and looked at Matt who had followed him into the bus.

"Dude, it's like eleven-thirty. I'm exhausted."

Matt looked at his watch then shrugged. "Whatever. We’re heading over to this pizza place a few blocks around the corner. Sure you don't want to come?"

"And risk being mauled to death by the hoard of people who want pictures and autographs? No thanks, I'll pass. I'm just going to rest and maybe give Y/N a call."

Matt nodded and thankfully turned and left the bus. Noah sighed, climbed into his bunk and pulled the curtain closed. Inserting his earbuds, he opened the text from her and clicked on the link.

"Fuck. Princess. Oh my god, baby! I fucking love you," Noah chuckled lightly.

The sounds of Y/N pleasuring herself filled Noah's ears like sweet music, and watching her as she made herself cum with just her fingers and his name was enough to give Noah the release and satisfaction he'd been needing for days.

"Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much I need that. I love you and can't wait to have you in my arms tomorrow."

Noah climbed back into his bunk after cleaning himself up and slipping on a clean pair of sweats, pulling the blankets up close to his face. His phone vibrated.

"Yes, I do know. Why do you think I sent it? I love you too, and you're welcome 🥰 I can't wait to be in your arms, my love."

Noah unlocked the front door of his house, walking inside and dropping his bags. "God it felt so fucking good to be home," he thought to himself. But where was Y/N? He climbed the stairs slowly taking his time as the voice of his lover partially singing to the music began to fill the air around him. It was one of their favorite songs to make love to, making Noah curious as to why she was listening to it now. At the top, he noticed the music was coming from the bathroom in your shared bedroom, so he made his way in that direction, anticipating gripping him tightly.

The bathroom was a steaming hot mess. Noah couldn't even see Y/N behind the glass doors of the huge walk-in shower. The sound of SoMo played loudly over the Bluetooth speaker, masking almost any sound. Except for one. One that Noah knew like the back of his hand. He stood in the midst of the heat and the steam, listening to his woman pleasure herself. The thoughts about it were driving Noah to the brink of totally breaking down from weeks without sex. After closing the bathroom door, the sound instantly stopped. Noah quickly undressed and stood in front of the shower just as a hand came over the glass, wiping away the fogginess and revealing the very person he'd been dying to see. The smile on her face was the first thing Noah saw. But the rest of her followed quickly, making him instantly hard. He opened the doors as Y/N took a step back, letting him inside the shower with her.

At first, they were silent, lost in a trance of intense lust and desire for one other. Noah wanted to devour her, consume every bit of Y/N until all she knew was him. But he wanted it slowly so that they both could get their satisfaction properly.

"Trying to get yourself off to one of our songs? Aren’t you impatient, Princess?"

Y/ cheeks were flushed as she gave Noah a small, shy smile. "Maybe I am."

Noah's jaw tightened. His eyes raked over her naked body while her eyes did the same to his .

"Those pictures you sent me yesterday, and that video," Noah just shook his head stepping towards her. "You started a fire that I hope you're ready to put out."

Noah's tall, muscular figure loomed over Y/N as she pressed her back up against the wall. His hand grazed her shoulders, making their way up her neck and around her throat, where he gently squeezed, closing his eyes and groaning when the light gasped moan left her lips. His thumbs traced her lips and down her jaw line until the breasts he'd been craving for were filling both his hands. He squeezed and messaged them, feeling the precum seep from his tip as his fingers played with her nipples, making them hard and perky. Noah bent down and took one in his mouth, devouring the small little nub like it was a delicacy.

Y/N's moans began to fill the shower, encouraging Noah to keep going; but slowly. He switched to the other nipple, tugging Y/N's body closer to him as his mouth latched onto her breast. Her soft, wet hands finally found their way into his hair, where she ran her fingers through, scrunching and tugging here and there, sending a deep growl barreling out of Noah's chest. His mouth released her breast, and his lips trailed up her neck, where he stopped. Licking her skin, he could taste her, and she was delicious, making him hungry for the other part of her that always satisfied his appetite. Dropping to his knees, Noah traced the skin of her belly with his lips first, followed by his hands sliding them over her skin like butter. His fingers didn't hesitate to touch what he wanted, dragging them slowly down her middle to the top of her clit. Noah touched her the way she liked, rubbing her in soft, slow, circular motions. Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back.

"Oh god, baby," she softly moaned over and over. "Oh god, Noah!"

Noah looked up at Y/N and smiled, feeling his defenses weakening.

"You like that, Princess?" "Yeah," she said breathlessly, looking down, half-smiling. "Yeah? What about this?"

Noah slid his finger inside her, hooking his finger the further in he went. Y/N’s body seemed to melt into his touch as her eyes rolled back and she bit back moan after moan.

"Mmm, so nice," Noah praised, pulling his finger back and looking at Y/N's juices coating his finger. He pulled out of her completely, glancing up at as he placed it in his mouth, sucking her taste off, making Y/N whimper. Noah chuckled darkly, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. He stuck his fingers back inside her, two this time, going deeper into her than before. "You're clenching, princess. You wanna cum for me?" "Yeah," she answered breathlessly, “yeah I do, Noah. So badly, please.”

Noah smiled, quickening his pace. His soft, gentle circles on her clit continued, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god! Noah! I'm," she cried, bucking her hips. "Cum baby. Cum all over my hand, princess. Pretend it's me inside you, fucking though your walls.”

That's all Y/N needed to reach her high. She cried out, bucking her hips and grinding down on his hand. Her hands latched around his wrist, trying to get as much of Noah inside her as she could, as her cum leaked all over his hand.

"Good, girl," Noah praised hoarsely, kissing the inside of her thigh. He stood up and rinsed off, turning the cool water off, but didn't dry off. Instead, he took Y/N by arm, pulling her out of the shower and lifting her up onto the counter of the sink. The back of her head hit the mirror behind her as Noah yanked her down closer to his wet cock, slowly sinking into her and filling her fully. "Motherfuck..." Noah moaned, throwing his head back. "Oh god, Noah!" Y/N cried, gripping the counters edge while Noah kept her legs open wide.

He smirked. "He's not here. I am," watching as his cock disappeared deeply into her soaked cunt. "Jesus, your pussy is so beautiful. I could fuck this all night." he grunted, thrusting hard into her.

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum again," Y/N gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Good girl. Show me what you got, princess. Cum for me again."

Noah smiled, huffing a laugh. He lowered her legs and finally took her lips, locking them in a heated, starving kiss. His tongue invaded the inside of her mouth, meeting hers as they battled for dominance. Pulling back, Noah lifted her legs again, spreading them wide as he pulled out partially just to slam back into her and make her scream. Relentlessly, Noah fucked up into her, absorbing her moans and cries into his soul.

"Noah," she panted, moving her hips to his, watching him watching her. The small tendrils of hair falling over the creases of his forehead and into his eyes created a sort of a shadowed covering, giving Noah's gaze a more darker tone. "Louder!" Noah growled between clenched teeth, thrusting harder each time.

"Noah," she moaned louder, biting her lip and placing her hands on his biceps. Y/N felt as if she could feel all the ridges on his cock and the pulsating veins that were naked inside of her for the first time in so many long, lonely weeks. Noah started rubbing her clit harder as his hips picked up speed, the heels of her feet digging into the molding of the bathroom cabinet. Her nails raked down his biceps, while his other hand wrapped around her throat, holding her up and level. It wasn't too tight, but enough to make Y/N feel completely owned and in the moment. But the truth was she owned Noah right back, keeping him trapped at her will with every push. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I had, envisioning this in my head? How many times I had to get myself off just from your picture, eager to feel any part of you?”

Noah found her g-spot, and suddenly, the fire inside Y/N ignited, making her cries louder and more consistent. The fire in her concentrated on her burning core, her entire body shaking as she started getting lightheaded from the overwhelming sensation.

"You're clenching around me, Princess. Are you almost there?" "Mmm-hmm, don't stop what you're doing," she pleaded, leaning back against the mirror with her eyes shut tightly. "Baby, look at me. Open your eyes."

Y/N's eyelids slowly opened, and she focused her sight on the man in front of her. Her man, her love, her Noah. She grinned, running her tongue between her lips.

"That's it. I wanna watch you cum. I've been dying to see the look on your face when you do."

The sweetness in Noah's eyes, the desperation in his voice made Y/N's race with a happiness she hadn't felt before Noah left, and now that he was home, she knew that feeling would continue.

"I love you, Noah. I love you so much!"

Y/N word's sent Noah over the edge, bringing out the urge to control, more like possessing the woman beneath him. He needed to tear her apart on the inside, branding her walls with the memory of his cock. The weeks of pent up sexual frustration were finally emerging.

"Fuck, baby I need you to cum. You're almost there," he demanded, harsher than he meant to. Y/N brought her hand to her clit and began rubbing in before Noah's eyes, and the sight made him weak.

"I love watching you make yourself cum. It such a fucking turn on." "Noah, oh, fuck, Noah," she moaned a little louder. "That's it, pretty girl, make yourself cum on me."

Y/N exploded, her walls releasing like never before, her heart beating through the wall of her chest so hard she could feel it echoing through her body. She could feel her own wetness running down the inside of her thigh, her eyes seeking Noah's as he watched her, completely aroused by what he was seeing. He pulled out all of a sudden, pulled her off the counter, and turned her around, pushing her down on it, forcing Y/N to grip the edges. Noah pushed her legs apart with his knee, yanking her closer to him and quickly entered her with a force she hadn't felt in so long.

"Oh, god," Y/N cried, bracing herself as Noah began pounding into her from behind. "Fuck!" Noah yelled, moving fast with deep thrusts that pulled sounds from him Y/N hadn't heard before. She began to move with him and soon the thick head of his cock was driving into that same perfect spot of hers over and over. "Goddamn, Y/N! This is what I wanted. This is what I imagined every night without you. Bending you over and fucking you like this. God that spot of yours! When it touches my tip! I can't..." Noah lost his train of thought at the feeling of almost reaching his tipping point. "Shit, it makes me want to cum so hard for you!" "Then cum for me, Noah. Fill me with you, baby."

Noah tossed his head back and growled, panting like a wild animal, before thrusting one last time and releasing his seed deep inside her. Y/N was trembling, her legs weak and shaking. Noah's body went limp as he collapsed against her back, sweaty forehead hitting her shoulder blade and arms snaking around her waist to hold her tight. Both of them were too out of breath to say anything, both still coming down from the shock of euphoria.

Slowly, Noah stood back up, lightly thrusting inside her before pulling out. He watched his cum run down her leg, quietly releasing a growl over how much he liked it, but grabbed a towel to quickly wipe his lover off. He could feel her legs shaking, complimenting his job well done.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he softly asked, standing up.

Y/N shook her head, but she was still bracing herself against the counter. Noah tossed the towel on the floor before turning her around and cupping her cheeks. She looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding him of all the reasons why he loved looking at her.

"You're lying," he whispered, and Y/N gently laughed, wrapping her hands around his wrists. "You were a little hard, but I understand why, so don't worry about it. It still felt amazing," she reassured him, kissing the palm of his hand.

Noah picked her up bridal style and carried her to their bed, laying her down. She moved the covers back and crawled under, scooting over to make room to him. The sheets felt cool against his warm skin, but it felt so good. Y/N snuggled up against him, finding her familiar spot in the nook of his shoulder, and burying her face against his neck. Her hand caressed the left side of his face, fingers gently stroking the day's old stubble over his jaw and chin before they slid into his hair.

Noah finally felt peace. He felt loved and protected. He was home and not just in his house, but in her arms as well. Y/N was his home and it felt so good to finally be where he knew he belonged. 

[minikoko-a]

general headcanons relationship —proxies x fem!proxy!reader

including: ticci toby, masky, hoodie and kate the chaser (individually)

suggestive mentions, mentions of murder, creepypasta masky and creepypasta hoodie (but with some features of MH tim and brian).

i'll make a distinction between Tim and Brian from MH and Tim and Brian from Creepypasta, if i'm writing of both and i don't mention if it's the creepypasta version, then it's from Marble Hornets! but in this case, i mentioned that is their creepypasta version (if it's said like that? (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠))

i did my best with my proxies characterization, hope you like it! 💗⭐

Masky/Tim Wright

oh Tim my beloved.

one thing is to interact with Tim outside of work and another one to interact with Tim as Masky while working.

he's protective way too much.

please understand him, everything is already very fucked up and even more to being controlled by Slenderman.

y'all live in cabins in the woods! and even though you have your own, you tend to spend a lot of time in Tim's cabin.

since you started dating, you both made one thing clear: private relationship.

and to be honest, helped you quite a bit.

it didn't suit either of you for others to know exactly what's going on.

when y'all aren't deeply under his command, Tim is more soft and more talkative. his sarcasm makes you smile and he then sometimes initiate some kisses and physical contact.

but you are more of the one who initiates it.

when he has missions where the two of you don't go together, he tries to bring something to you.

but when you both go together on a mission, you take things and he covers them up and also you both deviate a little from the path or take a little longer to return (if you understand me wink wink)

but it isn't so common that you deviate from the path.

use honey, dear or your name

he holds your hand when you are together.

sometimes he wants to be alone but he always tells you before you give him space (something that he had to learn and it's difficult for him but he tries to do it to avoid arguments between you, he is an exhausted guy).

when this happens you go back to your cabin or take a walk nearby until Tim is the one who comes to find you.

his jealousy is more of a pessimistic comments to himself.

he loves you and he doesn't want to lose you.

he genuinely cares about others despite his reserved demeanor.

when you go shopping, even if he says that only what is just and necessary, he buys you what you like without anyone knowing.

but when he's Masky.

well... it's almost the same attitude.

he doesn't soften his voice to you.

just wants to do the mission, finish it and leave.

but also, that everything goes well and ends well.

he actually talks more than Hoodie.

more reserved.

he doesn't hold your hand at all.

but his protective attitude is still there!

if you get hurt during one of the missions, he will help you.

says your name, no nickname, no pet names.

but in the end, he knows you are his partner and her girlfriend.

"look at her, i would die for her, i would kill for her" vibe.

"older sis of her family x older brother of his family" vibes/trope

his kisses are long but with a strong charge of emotion.

he's a soft dom.

and again, the difference between when he's outside of work and when he's at work is not much, it's just that he acts more distant and less expressive, but for the rest, he is still a big protector.

he also values autonomy!

don't get him wrong, he just enjoys seeing his girlfriend being self-sufficient, especially with the life y'all lead.

it's between Toby or Brian that teases both of you.

Kate doesn't care much.

he loves it when you squeeze his shoulders! even though your hands hurt from how tense they are.

please give him words of affirmation and quality time :(

his love language would be acts of service and quality time!

your dates are going to the nearest city or town or just hanging out inside his cabin or yours.

there are times when it's already daylight but he doesn't let you go, for him, you're the only that can keep him putting up with that shit any longer.

and vice versa.

the sound of leafs colliding against each other thanks to the gentle gust of air was the background noise of the scene.

your head was resting gently on his shoulder, somewhat snuggled into him being greeted by the strong smell of coffee and cigarettes, his arm around your body to be more in contact with you. Tim's breathing was a little slow, you thought maybe it was because of all the cigarettes he smoked or the scene was really peaceful, a calmness that you always appreciated.

"Tim, honey..." your voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"yeah, dear?" you opened your lips, thinking a little about the words you would say. "if we get through this, will we be able to live far away and have a life together?"

your question made him go back into his thoughts, that question was so sad but Tim knew the answer for a long time.

"honey, we both already have a life together and when we least expect it, we will be living in a house somewhat away from the woods."

"love you" your lips joined together forming a beautiful connection and dance, that words were not enough because of how much you loved each other.

although you both know that it's increasingly a distant dream but he couldn't say no to his future wife.

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

ALRIGHT HEAR ME OUT.

Brian is a great boyfriend.

Hoodie absolutely not lol.

i started with Brian outside the power of the operator/slenderman.

brian is a golden retriever vibe, something in his past remains present and that is his charisma.

although his charisma is later interrupted by more sarcastic tones. after all, he's not the same as years ago.

the first to know about your relationship with Brian was Tim.

after all, he's his friend.

then the next to know it was Kate and Toby almost at the same time.

Brian does the best he can, knowing the shit y'all live, he tries to make sure to have at least some good moments within that... exhausting reality you both live in.

use honey, babe and love.

the kind of give you some flowers that are picked up in the forest.

remember when i say y'all live in cabins? well, he also has his own but he's constantly in yours.

his love language is words of affirmation and quality time!

he's not a jealous type at all, yeah sometimes he is jealous but he's more the kind of "yeah, she's my girlfriend, all mine, look at her because that's the only nearest thing that you're going to have something about her" "proud that she's my girlfriend, so what?"

your relationship is also private!

your dates consist in going to the nearest city.

a great kisser (i still hc that he's the top 1 among them lol)

an absolute service dom.

when he sends both of you on missions, he tries to do the hardest parts (although you don't care much about that later and end up doing too).

the cool aunt and cool uncle couple vibes.

but when he's working as Hoodie... well

you missed your Brian when he's not completely under the slenderman's control.

i mean y'all are completely but when he put y'all to "work".

when he's as Hoodie, he doesn't speak.

he just sighs, pants, grunts but doesn't say a word.

but those sounds sound different, because he carries a voice changer inside of his hoodie and balaclava.

Hoodie just treats you as an equal like the other proxies.

kind of stubborn (but not as toby)

Hoodie genuinely cares for you, if you go the wrong way, he grabs of your clothes and pulls you back to the right path.

there aren't many displays of affection when he's in the mission, to be honest.

but it doesn't mean that he doesn't do it completely, he is, along with Toby, the one who mind the least about showing affection (knowing the current situation everyone is in).

but he adores you, and even though you're under Slenderman's command, he's afraid that he will do something against you.

your footsteps that made the old dry leafs scattered on the dirt ground crunch made Brian turn his head to you.

"hey babe" he showed you a smile, revealing his small tooth gap.

"i didn't know you had arrived" the sound of crushed leafs began to get closer to Brian, you stopped your walk when you were already next to him. "Tim told me you got injured"

there was no response from Brian, he kept his gaze in the direction where you were but without seeing you as such, appreciating the green grass with brown tones due to dryness. the only thing he could enjoy about this shit was nature in its purest state and you by his side.

he let out a small chuckle and looked away, now looking at the lake in front of you. "just a little scratch".

your mouth curved into a smile, taking your hands out of the pocket of the large and thick jacket you were wearing, you ran your hand over his abdomen, causing him to press his lips together. "you got me, you got me" now you let out a little laugh.

there was a brief silence, the sound of leafs rustling against each other from the gusts of wind that appeared was the only noise between you and him. his hand slid down your back, at the height of your waist, curling his fingers at the end of.

"hurt or not, i'll always come back to you, love" he murmured near your temple, placing a kiss. in response, you tilted your head to his shoulder, still not losing your smile.

one thing you both know is, wounded, healthy or dead, you will always come back for each other.

Ticci Toby

OH THIS BOYY

being with him everything is a box of surprises.

he's so spontaneous, seriously.

and stubborn.

when you accepted to be his girlfriend, that same day everyone already knew it.

"hey, can you tell your boyfriend it's his turn to take out the trash?" "how do you know- nevermind"

"I LOVE MY WIFE!!!" vibes

laughs and jokes will never be lacking!

he has a terrible diet and terrible habits, but you help him improve it!

he really tries hard to make the relationship work (and he achieves it very well).

for Toby, you make him live his teenage romance (although he's no longer a teenager).

he says things directly and, well, someone said that truth hurts.

it's not his intention (sometimes it is) but he doesn't know how to be "delicate" with what he says.

he tries it but after a while, he does it again.

when you go on dates, he wears a mask and something to cover his wound. all to prevent everything from spilling out when he's eating or drinking.

after all he's been through, he would never dare treat you badly or hit you. he lived with an abusive father and he saw what his mother and sister were suffering, including himself.

but it doesn't exempt him from the fact that he can fuck up on some occasions.

sometimes he leaves you on seen, sometimes he forgets to go see you at your cabin, sometimes he tells you something and can hurt you his words (by the way he said it), that kind of things.

he has not filter when saying things, to be honest.

uses princess, babe, love, honey or a nickname of yours.

i dare to say he's the one who doesn't mind showing affection at all.

"Toby! you stink of blood!" "just another kissss c'monnn"

he's a switch.

can't keep his ass in just one role.

when he's working under Slenderman's control, he is much less careful.

even with you.

if you fucked up something, he will tell you much more directly.

if you get injured, he'll bring you or will be healing you without much care.

doesn't measure his strength.

he spends more time in his cabin than yours.

his love language would be words of affirmation and maybe physical affection, but the last one would be when he has too much trust in you.

he's the most jealous of the four.

but just like Tim, his jealousy would be self-sabotaging.

and maybe a little finishing off those who are in your way, OH! who said that?

his kisses are kinda sloppy and with tons of little smiles between kisses to kisses. just sloppy and passionate.

he just hopes that you both will get away from that life and still living in the woods, without being tied to him.

the thick sheets that were impregnated with the aroma of fresh oak managed to lull you more and more in your sleep.

your mind was blank, you were eternally grateful for that, genuinely missing dreaming. your chest rose and fell calmly until you quickly became alert when you felt the sheets lift slightly, quickly you turned around pulling a dagger out from under your pillow but it was stopped by Toby's hand holding onto your wrist with a smile on his face.

"what are you doing, honey?" he smiled making short sounds with his tongue, pretty amused how your muscles seemed to have memory.

"sorry, love" his arms quickly caught you, leaving you lying on his chest and his back being hugged by your soft pillows. the dagger was left on the nightstand. "why aren't you this quiet when we're on our way to missions?" you said playful.

"i don't want to" you chuckled. he didn't say anything, he just held you in his arms.

"babe, i want to live with you" "well, you can come to my cabin-" "not that way, du-dumb"

you looked up, could see a beard just trying to emerge from his skin, his pale skin looked similar to the moonlight and then, he sighed.

"i mean far away, where we are not tied to this" he lowered his gaze to you "would you promise to be with me?" "ye-" "forever" "forever"

both lips collided in a slightly rushed kiss but you could feel his feelings on the surface of the skin of his lips.

this is forever.

Kate The Chaser

MY GIRRRL KATEEEE

"toby i'm lesbian" "i thought you were american"

the majority of your dates are at dusk and at night.

sometimes she tells you about Lauren and Chris but just a little of what she can remember.

actually she's pretty good at drawing!

usually draws you recycling pages.

be patient with her, she isn't very familiar with relationships, not romantic ones.

but still, she's a sweetheart!

she goes to your cabin very often.

every time you go out of the woods to go shopping or just to go on a date together, she tends to hold your hand or be very close to you.

although most of your dates are inside the cabin or near the forest.

the first to know it definitely was Toby and it was by accident.

he saw you kissing behind a tree and almost got killed by him thinking you both were intruders.

and then Brian and Tim knew.

praise her please.

sometimes she just walks away and leaves you, when she does that you know he's starting to torment her.

when she is on his mantle, you don't say a word, she just nod and sigh.

then she holds you, she wants to confirm that you're real and not another hallucination of Slenderman's part.

when the both of you go on missions, you're quite fast, which is why there isn't much interaction between you.

but when she comes out of that trance she asks you if she was ever too harsh with you.

she loves you, like, way too much!

you both have an engagement ring (don't ask where she got it).

when she's with you, the mask is freely removed.

how is she going to kiss you with the mask on?

use love and honey.

there are times when she snuggles up on your chest when you're lying down.

her jealousy is just like Tim's, it's self-sabotage and tends to grab you with more intensity.

the relationship is private but the affections are obvious.

her kisses are slow and shy.

her love language is definitely quality time and words of affirmation.

tell her you love her and spend time with her, she has been through so much.

she's a switch.

although she's more a top but she's beginning to accept receiving.

the kind that brings you many objects that remind you.

often lend you her clothes.

although your lives are no longer part of you, you both have each other's hearts.

the large, rough trunk of the tall tree behind you made abrupt contact with your back. you had leaned on it without much care, watching as Kate desperately cleaned the fresh blood from her hands.

"love, you did it amazing" you tilted your head slightly without receiving a response from her.

"how can you be so calm and, i mean, how can you get used to it?" now you were standing next to her as she looked up to you, she didn't have her mask on and her reflection could be seen faintly in the lake thanks to the sunset.

"because it's not like we can leave and he won't find us" you stopped for a little moment. "apart from that, the only thing i'm grateful for is that i was able to meet my fiancée" you extended your hand showing the ring. you finally achieved your goal, a soft smile curved on her lips.

"do you think this will end at some point?"

"i hope not" she looked at you again. "because I know i couldn't be with you" now you were both looking at each other. "and if it ends, i would go with you, no matter what"

your voice was silenced along with your lips as you felt Kate's lips on yours, she's fast definitely. her hand descended, passing through your abdomen until it reached your waist as your hands made a short journey between her shoulders, neck and ending on her cheeks.

you both separated with your breathing agitated but the sweetness in both eyes made a genuine smile appear, reuniting again in a much slower kiss.

you couldn't say if you were sure that this control and nightmare was going to end, you and Kate wished to know the answer but it was almost impossible.

but what you both were sure of, was that you didn't want the relationship to end.

[elryuse]

Hierarchy

Pt 6 : Our Complex Feelings

For My Other Hierarchy Story, Please Kindly Check Over Here. Hope You Liked It.

The days after that night blurred together, each one passing in a haze of uncertainty and fear. I tried to distance myself from So-hyun’s influence, but it was impossible. Everywhere I went, she was there, her presence looming over me like a dark cloud.

I hadn’t spoken to Wonyoung since the night of the party, but her face haunted me. The hurt in her eyes, the way she looked at me as if I had betrayed her, it gnawed at me. I didn’t want to be a part of whatever twisted game So-hyun was playing, but every time I tried to pull away, So-hyun’s grip tightened.

I sat in the sleek, dimly lit room of So-hyun’s penthouse, my hands trembling around the glass of wine she had handed me. The taste was sharp, the alcohol doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. So-hyun sat across from me, watching me with that calculating gaze, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"You know, Y/n," she began, her voice smooth like honey but laced with something darker, "you’ve been a very good little pawn. But now… it’s time for you to fully understand the game."

I frowned, not sure where she was going with this. My throat felt dry, the words caught in my chest. "What do you mean?"

She leaned forward, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass. "I’ve been watching Wonyoung, you know. She’s weak, vulnerable, and yet… so full of potential. She could have been a powerful player, someone I could use to my advantage. But the thing is, she’s standing in my way. She’s always been in my way. And now, I need her to feel pain. I need her to suffer. And you, Y/n, are going to help me make that happen."

My heart skipped a beat, panic rising in my chest. "I—what? No. I can’t do that."

So-hyun’s smile grew wider, more dangerous. "You don’t have a choice, darling. You’re already too deep in this. And I’m not going to let you go so easily. You will help me torment her. You will help me break her down, piece by piece, until she’s begging for mercy."

I shook my head, my chest tightening. "I won’t do it. I won’t hurt her."

So-hyun’s eyes darkened, and the air in the room grew colder. "You misunderstand, Y/n. This isn’t about you liking it or not. This is about survival. You can either help me, or I’ll make your life a living hell. You’ll watch as everything you’ve worked for crumbles, and you’ll watch as Wonyoung suffers, knowing that you could have stopped it. You’ll regret it."

I wanted to stand up, to walk out, to escape this nightmare, but her voice held me in place, like a trap I couldn’t escape.

"Think about it, Y/n," she continued, her voice low and threatening. "If you help me, you’ll be rewarded. You’ll be a part of something much bigger than yourself. And Wonyoung?" She paused, a cruel smile playing at her lips. "She’ll never know what hit her. She’ll lose everything. Her power, her dignity, her friends… all gone. But you? You’ll rise to the top. You’ll have everything you ever wanted. All you need to do is follow my lead."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body betrayed me. I could feel the weight of her words, the promise of power dangling before me like a forbidden fruit. Could I really do this? Could I destroy Wonyoung just to survive in So-hyun’s world?

"Why Wonyoung?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

So-hyun’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. "Because she’s everything I want to be, but I’ll never let her have it. She’s pure, innocent, and the world adores her. But the moment she steps out of line, she’s mine to destroy. And you’re going to help me tear her apart."

A sickening feeling settled in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do.

"Do we have a deal, Y/n?" So-hyun asked, her tone turning sharp, commanding. "Because if you want to survive in my world, you’ll learn that loyalty isn’t given freely. It’s earned through blood and pain. And if you’re not willing to pay the price, well… you’ll regret it."

I looked at her, at the cold, calculating gleam in her eyes. I had no choice.

"Yes," I whispered, the word tasting like ash on my tongue. "I’ll do it."

So-hyun’s smile returned, victorious, as if she had just won some great battle. She stood up, walking around the room with a grace that was almost predatory. "Good. I knew you’d come around. Now… let’s start planning how we’re going to break Wonyoung."

The next day felt like a shift in the very air around me. As soon as I stepped onto campus, I could sense it. The whispers, the glances, the way people looked at me differently. The rumors had already started circulating. So-hyun had a way of making everything feel like a show, and I was now part of her spectacle.

She had her arm around my shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing against my skin as she laughed too loudly, her voice echoing through the halls. Her hand slid down to rest on my waist as we walked, making sure everyone knew we were together. The stares were unmistakable—those cold, judgmental eyes from people who once passed me by without a second thought.

I tried to focus on the normal routine, but it felt like everything had been flipped upside down. As we passed by my usual classroom, I turned to So-hyun, confusion written across my face.

"This… this is my class," I said, pointing toward the door.

So-hyun didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. She just laughed, a low, knowing chuckle that made me feel even more out of place.

"You’re not in that class anymore, Y/n," she replied sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You’re with the big leagues now."

Before I could ask anything else, So-hyun pulled me down a different hallway, one I’d never seen before. The walls were lined with velvet curtains, the atmosphere changing from sterile and mundane to opulent and exclusive. My heart raced as we passed a few students who glanced at us with curiosity, their expressions a mix of surprise and envy.

So-hyun led me through a heavy wooden door, and what lay beyond it made me feel like I had just stepped into a world far beyond anything I’d ever known. The room was breathtaking—luxuriously furnished with plush velvet chairs and intricate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. On the tables were plates of food so extravagant it looked like something from a five-star restaurant. The soft scent of gourmet meals and fine wine lingered in the air.

I didn’t even know how to react as I stood frozen, looking around. It felt wrong, like I didn’t belong. But So-hyun was already walking toward one of the tables, pulling out a seat for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Sit," she ordered, her tone playful but insistent.

I sat down slowly, still unsure of what exactly was going on. My eyes scanned the room, trying to make sense of it all. And then, I saw them. Wonyoung, Jimin, and Winter. The three of them were seated at another table, deep in conversation, but their eyes flickered to the front of the room occasionally. Wonyoung, in particular, looked so at ease, so natural in this space, and yet there was something in her gaze—a hint of unease. It was like she could sense the shift, like she knew something was different.

They were still in the middle of a discussion, something about their history class. They were all intently focused on the teacher, who was speaking about the Vietnam War with great passion, but the moment their eyes landed on me, I felt a chill. They didn’t say anything at first, but the silence was deafening.

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as she turned her attention back to the teacher. Jimin and Winter exchanged looks, their expressions filled with curiosity, but also concern. I could feel the tension, even from across the room.

So-hyun noticed me staring at them, and her lips curled into a sly smile. She leaned over, her voice a whisper in my ear.

"They’re watching you, Y/n," she murmured, "and they’re not going to understand what’s happening. Not yet, anyway. But soon, they’ll know. You’ve stepped into my world now."

I turned to face So-hyun, my mind spinning. The guilt I had been trying to push aside came rushing back, but it was quickly drowned out by the allure of the power So-hyun wielded. I had a choice now. I could ignore Wonyoung, pretend everything was fine, or I could become part of So-hyun’s twisted game, a game that was starting to feel impossible to escape.

The teacher’s voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and I looked back to see Wonyoung still paying attention, her focus unwavering. But I couldn’t help but notice the way she occasionally glanced at me, like she was waiting for me to say something. Anything.

So-hyun watched me with a knowing look, her fingers drumming lightly on the edge of her glass. She leaned in again, her voice soft and cold.

"Don’t worry, Y/n," she whispered, "you’ll see how easy it is to make them bend to our will. To make them beg for our approval."

I could feel the walls closing in, the weight of the decision pressing down on me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep pretending this was all okay. But there was no turning back now. I had made my choice. And So-hyun wasn’t going to let me forget it.

As the history lesson continued, I tried my best to focus on the teacher’s words, but every time I tried to pay attention, So-hyun’s presence seemed to draw me back into her orbit. She was close—too close. Her fingers brushed against mine, her knee subtly pressing against my leg under the table. I could feel her warmth, her soft breath against my ear as she whispered sweet little nothings, making me feel like I was the center of her world.

"Are you listening, Y/n?" So-hyun cooed, her voice sweet but laced with an underlying hint of possessiveness. She nudged me again, her body practically leaning into mine as if marking me as her territory. Her attention was all-consuming, and as she snuggled closer, I couldn't help but notice the eyes of the entire class shifting toward us.

The room felt suffocating. Every whisper, every glance, seemed magnified. I could feel the eyes of my classmates boring into me, some intrigued, others confused, but all unmistakably aware of the scene So-hyun was creating. The classroom became our stage, and So-hyun was the actress, pulling me into her performance whether I wanted to be part of it or not.

But the most noticeable reaction came from Wonyoung. She was seated just across from us, trying to focus on the lesson, her fingers absently twirling her pen, but I could see the way her eyes kept flicking toward us. It was subtle at first, but the more So-hyun pressed herself against me, the more it became impossible for Wonyoung to look away. Her gaze hardened, her lips pressing into a tight line.

So-hyun noticed this too, her smile curling into something sly as she leaned even closer to me. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder, and she let out a soft giggle, as if to say, I know exactly what I’m doing. She kept her voice just loud enough for Wonyoung to hear.

"Isn’t it nice, Y/n? Being with someone who truly cares about you?" So-hyun said, her tone saccharine sweet. She placed a kiss lightly on my cheek, making sure everyone saw it. The class seemed to freeze for a moment, and I could feel the weight of their gazes on us.

Wonyoung’s hand trembled slightly as she set her pen down. She glanced at So-hyun and me one more time before clearing her throat and standing up abruptly. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she excused herself from the room.

"I… I’m not feeling well," Wonyoung muttered, her voice strained. "I’ll be back later."

With that, she turned and quickly walked out of the room, her steps quick and purposeful. I watched her go, my heart twisting uncomfortably in my chest, but So-hyun didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, she smiled even wider as she watched Wonyoung leave, as if she had just won a victory.

"You see, Y/n?" So-hyun whispered, her lips still pressed to my ear, "She can’t stand seeing us like this. She knows she’s losing you."

I swallowed hard, trying to process everything. I wasn’t sure if I should feel guilty, or angry, or something else entirely. The guilt of what was happening to Wonyoung, the way So-hyun was manipulating everything around me, was starting to gnaw at my conscience. But every time I tried to pull away, So-hyun would only draw me closer, her grip tightening around me.

The teacher continued speaking, but the words felt distant now, like background noise in the growing tension. I didn’t know where this was all heading, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was even a way back to the way things used to be.

I pushed open the bathroom door, stepping out of the classroom and making my way toward the nearest restroom. My thoughts were in turmoil, the events of the day weighing heavily on me. I needed a moment of solitude—just a break from the chaos that had been building all around me, especially with So-hyun’s constant attention and Wonyoung’s absence.

As I walked through the hallway, I noticed Ryujin standing with a small group of her friends. The moment our eyes met, she quickly broke eye contact, focusing on the conversation in front of her. I could feel the tension between us, the invisible wall that had been there ever since that night—the truth-or-dare game, and the way I hadn’t kissed her. It was still there, a reminder of what had never happened, and what I couldn’t undo.

I could sense the bitterness in her avoidance, the unspoken resentment that lingered in the air. She probably still hated me for it, for not following through when I had the chance.

With a sigh, I continued my walk and eventually reached the bathroom. The relief I felt as I stepped inside was brief, but welcomed. It was just a few minutes of peace, away from everything and everyone. But as I finished and was about to head back, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

A soft sobbing, followed by words that echoed through the stillness of the girls' restroom. The voice sounded familiar, and as I strained to listen, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Siball… That damned whore should just die… and what's with that guy… He kissed me… and yet… why… why do I fucking love him… what's wrong with me?"

The words were laced with anguish, raw emotion spilling out in the midst of the pain. I recognized the voice immediately.

It was Wonyoung.

A wave of confusion and guilt washed over me as I stood frozen in place. Wonyoung's words were a punch to the gut. She was hurt, more deeply than I had realized. And it seemed like she was struggling with something more—something she couldn't even understand herself.

I wanted to walk in, to comfort her, but the fear of making things worse held me back. I couldn't help her if I didn't know what to say, what to do.

But the more I stood there, the more I realized just how tangled everything had become. So-hyun's manipulations, Wonyoung's pain, my own confusion—it was all leading me down a path I wasn’t sure I wanted to walk.

I stayed where I was, my mind racing, unsure of the right choice.

I took a deep breath as I stepped back into the classroom, my mind still clouded with the emotional weight of what I had just overheard. I tried to shake off the thoughts of Wonyoung's sobs, but they clung to me, refusing to let go.

When I walked in, Sohyun immediately noticed me. She seemed to light up as her eyes locked onto mine. It was as if the brief separation had made her miss me even more, and without hesitation, she pulled me down into the seat next to her.

Her hand brushed against mine, and she leaned in close, her voice dripping with concern. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her expression soft but insistent. "You were gone for a while. Did something happen?"

Her words were gentle, but there was an edge of possessiveness beneath her tone. Sohyun had a way of making everything feel like it revolved around us—her and me. But in that moment, I couldn’t fully focus on her, not when my mind was consumed by the conversation I had just overheard in the restroom.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. The last thing I wanted was to burden her with my thoughts. She already had her own agenda, her own plans, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to dive into everything that had happened with Wonyoung.

But Sohyun wasn’t one to let me off the hook so easily. She studied my face closely, her eyes narrowing slightly as she read the unease in my expression.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice no longer as playful but filled with something more serious, “Tell me. You know you can tell me anything, right? What's bothering you?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, torn between giving her the truth and protecting myself from whatever she might do with it. I couldn’t ignore the weight of the words I had heard Wonyoung speak, the raw emotion in her voice. But I also knew that Sohyun wouldn’t take kindly to anything that might bring Wonyoung into the picture.

Sohyun placed a hand on mine, her fingers lightly brushing across my skin, anchoring me to the present. “Whatever it is,” she said with a smile, though there was an intensity in her eyes that made it clear she wanted me to share, “I’m here for you.”

I looked into her eyes, feeling the familiar tug of her presence. The connection we had was undeniable, but the complexity of everything else weighed on me. Would telling Sohyun about Wonyoung’s words bring us closer, or would it pull me further into a web I couldn’t escape?

With a deep breath, I decided to share just a little, to test the waters. “I… overheard something,” I started slowly, my voice quieter than usual. “Wonyoung… she’s going through something. I don’t know what, but she sounded… really upset.”

Sohyun's expression shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing for just a moment, though she didn’t let go of my hand. “Wonyoung, huh?” she said with a slight edge to her voice. “She’s been a problem for a while now, hasn’t she?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Sohyun was always so confident, but I could sense a possessive streak in her, one that didn’t take kindly to anyone—especially Wonyoung—getting in the way.

But she seemed to soften again, her tone turning gentle as she leaned in closer. “Whatever it is, don’t let her get to you. You’ve got me now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the class around us. “You don’t need anyone else.”

The words hung in the air, and I felt the weight of her affection pressing down on me. I wanted to believe her, to let go of everything else and just focus on the person in front of me, but something deep down told me that this wasn’t going to be as simple as Sohyun made it seem. There were too many tangled emotions, too many unsaid words.

But for now, I just nodded, squeezing her hand in return. "Yeah," I said softly, trying to convince myself more than anyone else. "I’m fine."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the history class, and as the students started gathering their things and chatting amongst themselves, Sohyun immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the VIP room. Her energy was contagious, and as much as I was still processing everything from the restroom, I couldn't help but follow her.

Once we entered the room, Sohyun’s face lit up even more as she spotted her friend, Gaeul, sitting at one of the plush couches. The two girls immediately embraced each other in a tight hug, exchanging playful banter about their day, laughing, and filling the room with a sense of familiarity and warmth. The way they interacted, as if they’d known each other forever, was almost effortless, and for a moment, I felt like an outsider, just standing at the edge of their little world.

But Gaeul didn’t seem to share the same warmth when her gaze landed on me. Her smile faltered slightly, and her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, taking in my presence as if she hadn't expected me to be there. The air in the room shifted, a coldness creeping into her otherwise friendly demeanor. I could feel the tension rising, though I wasn’t sure exactly why.

Sohyun seemed to notice the shift too. She immediately turned to face me, her hand still gripping mine, as if trying to reassure me. "This is my friend, Gaeul," she said, her voice bright and carefree. "She’s been with me since forever."

I gave a polite smile and offered my hand to Gaeul, trying to keep things cordial. "Nice to meet you, Gaeul," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

But before I could even finish my sentence, Gaeul's eyes narrowed further, and she tilted her head slightly as if sizing me up. Her voice was sharp, and the air in the room became heavier with her question.

"What is he doing here?" she asked, her tone carrying an edge that was impossible to ignore.

Sohyun, still holding onto my hand, looked at Gaeul with a playful but slightly defensive smile. "What do you mean, Gaeul? He’s with me. Isn't that obvious?" she said, her tone teasing but firm, almost like a warning.

Gaeul’s expression didn’t soften. In fact, she seemed more guarded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looked at me, clearly unimpressed. "I didn’t ask what you think," she shot back, her eyes never leaving mine. "I’m asking why he’s here. What does he want?"

The question hit me harder than I expected. I wasn’t used to being questioned so directly, especially by someone I didn’t even know. It felt like I was being scrutinized, as if I had done something wrong by simply being in the room.

Sohyun looked between Gaeul and me, a flicker of something crossing her face—was it irritation or something more? "Gaeul, come on, don’t be like that," she said, her voice suddenly quieter, though it still held a hint of authority. "He’s fine."

But Gaeul didn’t back down. She uncrossed her arms, her gaze still sharp. "Fine?" she repeated, almost mockingly. "You really trust him that much? You’re just letting him in like this, after everything that’s happened? You don’t think that’s… dangerous?"

Her words hit me like a blow. Dangerous? I didn’t know what she was referring to exactly, but it felt like a challenge. I wanted to defend myself, to say something that would make her see that I wasn’t just some pawn in whatever game they were playing, but I didn’t know how to respond.

Sohyun’s grip on my hand tightened slightly, and I could sense the shift in her mood. "Gaeul," she said, her voice now low and firm, a warning in her tone. "I’ve got this. Just trust me."

Gaeul didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence between us was thick, and I could feel the tension rising. Finally, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh and uncrossed her arms. "Fine," she muttered, her eyes still skeptical. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

I exhaled slowly, not sure what I had just walked into. Gaeul clearly didn’t like me, and I couldn’t tell if this was just some strange dynamic between her and Sohyun or something more. It seemed like there was a lot beneath the surface I didn’t understand yet.

Sohyun’s smile returned, albeit a bit strained. "See? Everything’s fine," she said to me, though her gaze was still lingering on Gaeul, as if waiting for her to say something else. "Now, sit down, relax. Gaeul and I are just catching up."

As I made my way to a seat, I couldn’t help but feel like I was entering a deeper, more complicated situation than I had anticipated. Gaeul’s warning, her distrust, it all felt like something I wasn’t prepared for.

But at that moment, Sohyun was there beside me, and for better or worse, I couldn’t ignore the pull she had over me. Whatever was happening here, I would have to figure it out soon. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I might not have a choice.

[sugarplumkneecaps]

I may have an absolutely filthy smut request for shadow x reader where Shadow has heats and they’re worse since he’s with the reader (can be human or mobian whichever makes you comfortable) because it makes him wanna breed them and maybe one night they both wake up and realise during the night shadow was moved the reader into a mating press subconsciously and then the reader asks him about it and he admits he wants too but he’s worried he’ll actually get the reader pregnant so the reader suggests some mutual masturbation and he can’t help but bite and nip at the readers neck during it and maybe he accidentally finishes on the reader and he just thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen

A/N: OH. MY. GOD. YES. I love this ooo!! Okay, here you go <3(P.S. So sorry for the long wait! I hope you like it!)

Mutual Satisfaction

Pairing: Shadow x Reader C/W: !!! NSFW !!! MDNI !!! Genre: Smut

The summer air was hot, even at night, which made sleeping a rather bothersome chore. Normally, you and Shadow would curl up together, enjoying the intermingling of your fur as you drifted off. Sure, you hardly ever woke up in the same position, but his touch brought you a great deal of comfort. Well, normally it did anyway. The past few nights, Shadow kept his distance from you, climbing into bed and reaching over only to plant a kiss on your forehead before returning to the far end of the bed. You had chalked this up to the heat, as you couldn’t really blame him. Cuddling was nice, but sleeping in a puddle of your own sweat? Not so much.

Today had been especially hot, even with the window AC hard at work in the living room. Every year you had taken a mental note to buy another unit for the bedroom once summer was over and every year you had subsequently forgotten. So when it was time to leave your post in front of the AC, shirt pulled up to enjoy the cool air as it made its way to your skin, you debated sleeping on the tile in the kitchen. Surely it would be better than dying in the room, right?

Shadow made his way over to you, placing a gentle hand on your exposed hip. “I’m off to bed. You coming?”

You nodded, as reluctant as you were to enter the inevitable sauna that awaited you both, the idea of you and Shadow sleeping separately was simply unacceptable. Entering the room, Shadow was by the window, prying it open and placing the large box fan along the window sill at full power. You pealed each article of clothing off of you, a last ditch effort to be able to sleep through this heatwave. As Shadow turned to face you, something in him stirred at the sight of your naked body. His eyes met yours, questioning. You looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling a tad self conscious, “is this okay? It’s excruciatingly hot.”

He nodded, breaking eye contact and moving toward the bed, “of course.” His voice was stiff and the amount of time he took to remove his gloves gave you pause.

“Everything okay?”

Shadow nodded silently, climbing into bed onto his side with his back toward you as he had done every night in recent history. “G’night.”

The cold response from him nearly cut through the warm air between you two. Your eyebrows knitted together with concern as you lay down next to your partner. Not wanting to pry too much, your eyes focused on the ceiling above, hoping that sleep would come quickly.

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Lucid dreams overtook your sleep, indiscernible shapes of color meshing together much like an overactive lava lamp swirling in your mind. You reached your hand out to touch them, the sensation unlike any you had felt before but still soft, still tender. Hints of lavender mixed with something iron. The next time you reached out, a force pushed back, your body being enveloped in the soft cloud you had found yourself upon. The colors shifted to warm hues of red, much like Shadow’s crimson eyes. What was once globs of color turned into sharp points that dug into your biceps, your thighs adding your own shade of red to the mix. You pondered the meaning of life, the world, and what realm you existed in this very moment.

The answer, to your surprise, woke you as you let out a small yelp, the pointed end of color finding a tender spot along your inner thighs. What was once a colorful dreamscape faded away to reveal Shadow staring down at you, shock plastered on his face. His claws were dug into your legs, holding you in place with your knees caressing either side of your face. Even more of a surprise was the realization of the wetness on your stomach as Shadow’s throbbing cock sat between your legs seeping precum into your fur.

As quickly as the realization hit, Shadow retreated, clambering off the bed and moving a hand to cover the tip of his growth. Your legs fell down onto the mattress as you were nearly too stunned to speak. Nearly.

“What- Shadow? What was that all about??” your fingers subconsciously moved to the puddle on your stomach, the wet strands glistening between your fingertips.

Shadow couldn’t face you as he muttered a long string of curses under his breath.

Sitting up, too impatient to wait for whatever the hell this was to be revealed on his time, you prompted once more with a bit more force behind your words, “Shadow!”

His body jerked slightly before he turned to you once more. Even in the dark you could see his cheeks darkened with blush. “I.. woke up like that.” An audible swallow came from him.

You sat in silence, raising your eyebrows as if to inquire more because while he had technically answered you, you felt you deserved more clarification than that. His cold response earlier, the distance between you two, and then suddenly being woken up in a mating press? None of it added up.

After a long period of silence, Shadow relented. “I’ve been feeling a bit... on edge as of recently. Something I could not quite place. But every time I’ve been near you, I’ve felt an almost primal urge to...” he hesitated, the awkwardness endearing even under these circumstances. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know Shadow.”

His eyes pleaded with you to not have to say it. Once again, you raised an eyebrow until he murmured, “breed... you.”

You had heard mention of rutting season for hedgehogs, but were surprised that Shadow was subject to it considering his conception. Although the infrequency of it added up with everything you knew about him.

“You couldn’t have just asked to fuck?” you asked, the nonchalance of your tone surprising even to you.

Shadow’s chuckle cut through the tension as he sat next to you, handing you a washrag for your stomach. “As I said, it has been a very primal feeling. I worry I would not be able to stop until I’m completely sated.” His low tone and the sexual desire dripping from each word stirred your stomach and made your heart race. He reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips. “Plus, I don’t think we are necessarily in a position to have a baby.”

He wasn’t wrong. The apartment you both lived in wasn’t the smallest, but the prospect of a child would mean needing more space in more ways than just living. You both worked incredibly odd hours and either of you could be called away for long missions within a moment’s notice. The idea of having a small child along for the ride was out of the question. You nodded in agreement, loving the feeling of Shadow’s lips on your knuckles. Just then, an idea came to you.

“What if we don’t fuck?”

Shadow looked up at you, his expression one of “no duh, what do you think I’ve been avoiding”. You took his other hand in yours and held them both in front of you.

“We can still cum without fucking. Might take the edge off.”

Your dark counterpart pondered this offer for awhile, the bulge between his legs twitching as it became erect once more.

“Okay... what did you have in mind?”

You released his hands and fell back onto the bed, spreading your legs as you traced circles on your own skin. “We could both get off? On our own? But, like, together.”

A low chuckle came from Shadow, “mutual masturbation?”

With a small nod, you watched as his eyes trained on your digits, mesmerized by their movements as they moved down your figure slowly.

“Ah, what the hell.” His own hand found its way to the base of his cock, gripping his fingers around its girth as he started working it up... and down.

Each movement of his encouraged your own as your hand found your own clit, your fingertips lightly flicking it between circular rubs. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging sounds of lust and desire to be released from Shadow’s throat. Both of your movements quickened, curses layered between pants and moans filling the air.

Shadow couldn’t bear it. “You’re so fucking beautiful-“ he gasped out, shifting his body on top of yours. “I need to feel you. Please. Fuck!”

His hot breath tickled your neck, sending shivers throughout your body, the sensation bringing you closer to your climax. You whispered his name in ecstasy as his shaft lay between your wet slit. Slowly, Shadow worked his hips to coat his length in your juices, the friction against your clit and the tip of his cock too much for either of you to bear. A growl worked its way through his body as he opened his mouth around your shoulder, his teeth making contact with your tough skin.

Chasing your orgasm, the sudden pressure on your shoulder and your pussy brought your climax to an explosive conclusion just as Shadow found his. Hot cum poured from him onto your stomach, both of you panting as you were both well spent. Getting his bearings, Shadow lifted himself up, admiring his work before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled against his, euphoria setting in.

[catt-nuevenor]

A Brief Guide on Uploading ChoiceScript Demos to Itch.io

Since Dashingdon is shutting down, and there will be a lot of folks wanting to host their ChoiceScript demos elsewhere, I thought it'd be a good idea to provide a brief guide on how to do so for itch.io.

This is for Windows in the folder actions, but it shouldn't be too difficult for folks to translate for Mac. This also assumes you haven't changed any of the files within your game folder other than those found under 'scenes'.

Within your game folder, locate the 'web' subfolder, right click it and select 'Send to' then 'Compressed (zipped) folder. Name your newly compressed file something sensible, and I recommend moving it to a new folder outside of your game files, just to keep everything neat and tidy.

2. Assuming you already have an itch.io account, navigate to your dashboard, and click the 'Create New Project' button.

3. Name your project as you like, and under 'Kind of project', select the 'HTML' option.

4. Set the 'Pricing' to 'No Payments', you cannot use ChoiceScript for profit unless it is with the Choice of Games or Hosted Games publishing labels. No one wants to get in trouble unnecessarily here.

5. In the Uploads section, upload your newly zipped file we made in step one. After it's finished uploading, you'll be given one drop down and two tick boxes. You need to tick the 'This file will be played in the browser' option.

6. I've found so far that 'Viewport dimensions' work quite well for desktop at 1080 x 640. Either use these numbers or experiment and find what works best for you.

7. You must tick the 'Enable scrollbars' option for your game to display properly, otherwise options, text and buttons can be clipped off the bottom of the viewport.

8. Continue filling out the rest of the form, or skip it for now and scroll all the way to the bottom to the 'Visibility & access' section. Here make sure you have 'Draft' selected. This prevents others from finding your game until you're ready, and I always recommend play testing things before you make your work public.

9. Finally, hit the 'Save' button, then go and have a look at your creation by hitting the 'View page' link. And there you go! When you're ready for public release, just change the option in section 8 to 'Public'.

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A few things to bear in mind about hosting on itch.io:

There isn't currently any way for your readers to save their game. I'm sure someone could write in a plugin similar to Dashingdon's at some point, but as for right now, this isn't available. See addition/edit below.

Make sure you properly tag your game with the 'choicescript' and 'interactive-fiction' tags. There are an awful lot of games on itch.io and it's easy to get lost in the crowd. Make sure folks can find you by having the right tags.

I hope this brief guide was useful to folks.

Best of luck to you with your writing!

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Addition/Edit:

Thanks to @hpowellsmith for bringing this to my attention. You can add save functionality to your game by using this addon:

The ChoiceScript Save Plugin

Just tried it out on my own game and it works perfectly.

Rather than run through the addon author's own tutorial here, I'll just forward you to the Readme on their Github page.

One small note I would add is when it asks you to make the two small additions to your index file, make sure you right click the file and open it with your coding program, don't double-click it as this will just open it in an internet browser, and it won't give you the access to what you need to change.

[allisluv]

hiii i heard you were looking for finnick requests😈😈 could you do one where finnick is comforting the reader because she’s hated by a lot of people and just excluded from everything (self indulgent lol)

groupchats.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

content warnings: pre established relationships, for arguments sake the districts have phones and media etc, pet names, one suggestive comment towards the end.

word count: 0.8k

Realistically, you know you should spend your time doing something a tad more productive than falling down a rabbit hole of self loathing and self pity, but that proves to be a hell of a lot easier said than done when your phone keeps on blowing up every thirty seconds with new messages. 

Earlier in the day, your work colleagues had not-so-subtly dropped into the conversation that they were going out for a couple of drinks that following evening.

A staff night out, they had called it. 

You were still fairly new to your job and getting to know the people you worked with was harder than you had anticipated--- especially when they were so damn secretive and judgemental. Honestly, it was like being back in high school with cliques and queen bees.

Still, you were trying to remain optimistic, and you had asked when it would be taking place and where. You were excited, and yeah, maybe that was a bit stupid considering that these people hadn't spared you a second glance, but you thought this was their attempt at trying to get to know you.

But the second the words had left your mouth and the conversation fizzled out, you knew that the invitation had not extended to you after all.

You felt like a fool, and you had never scoffed down your lunch so fast in your entire life. The day had went by surprisingly fast after that and then you were on your way home.

Finnick had been there to greet you at the door, just as he always did, and he could instantly tell something was up. Of course, you naturally hadn't wanted to worry him so you made up a lie about how work had been tiring.

In all honesty you just didnt want to admit the truth. Part of you knew that Finnick realized that, too, but he hadn't pushed. Instead, he had pressed his lips to your forehead and bounced off to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Your phone beeps again, dragging you out of your reminiscing on the day. You grimace as you absentmindedly click on the photograph and a picture of your co-workers brightens up your screen.

You don't even know how they got your number.

All you know is that they've added you to a group chat that you really don't want to be in.

It's almost like they're rubbing your nose in it, but you don't want to be petty and leave the group chat, so you tough it out.

Finnick leans against the doorframe to the living room, watching you with furrowed brows and his head cocked to one side. He knows that something is upsetting you, but what he doesn't know is if he should push it or not.

He calls your name, but you dont answer, too absorbed in whatever you're watching on your phone. As quietly as possible, he crosses the room and flops down on the sofa beside you, peering over your shoulder with the hopes of getting a glimpse at what you're looking at.

A frown tugs at the corners of his lips when he sees the picture on your screen. You're still too caught up in your own head to realise that he's looking. "Aren't they your work colleagues?"

You jump almost as if you didn't realise he was there in the first place, before nodding. "Yeah."

"All of them?"

"Yeah." You sigh.

"Why didn't you go out with them? Are you not feeling well, angel?"

You swallow around the lump in your throat and shrug nonchalantly. "I wasn't... they didn't invite me." Finnick's face falls and you rush to console him. "It's not a big deal. Honestly, I'm just being silly."

Finnick tugs you into his arms without a second thought. "Oh, angel, it's not silly. You're allowed to be upset about them not inviting you. It sucks. But that says more about them than it does about you."

He holds you for another few minutes, just letting you feel your way through your emotions, before he pulls away and cradles your face in his hands. "Did you want to go out tonight?"

You shrug. "Not with them."

He rolls his eyes fondly. "I'm not talking about with those assholes. Do you wanna go out with me? I think we're well overdue a date night by now, anyway."

You duck your head to hide your smile. "We don't have to do that. It's fine, honestly."

"I know we don't have to. I want to. Besides, I think you deserve to be pampered, hm?" He pecks your lips. "Come on, let's go get all dolled up."

"Do you wanna know what would make me really happy?" A teasing smile pulls at the corners of your lips.

Finnick arches a brow. "Do tell."

"If you wore that white button down. You know that does things to me."

"Say less, angel, say less."

[berenwrites]

Better Half - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Summary: Henry targets Steve - this is a mistake!

A/N:  This started off as a different fic idea, but that morphed into something too long in my head, so this one took over. I hope you enjoy it. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated, thank you. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: NEW | wc: 517 | Rating PG | cw: none

Tags: Steve has powers, pre-steddie, Vecna|Henry|One

Also on AO3 | ( My Other fic on Tumblr)

Better Half

“New experience, Henry? Must be terrifying to find yourself the helpless one. You chose the wrong victim this time.

“Don’t look so shocked, and give up struggling, you can’t win.

“My name’s Seven, we’ve met before. I’m one of the first batch, Brenner’s experiments he dosed with cocktails of drugs. Everyone thinks only Two survived, I made sure. Papa signed my death certificate himself. I was only five, but when your brain explodes with every thought in ten miles, you adapt or die. My mind fractured, became me and Steve. I took everything I learned from every mind and became unstoppable.

“The world is lucky my only purpose is to protect my better half.

“I took him out of the lab, found him parents and made him forget it all. Poor Steve never could understand why they didn’t seem to love him, but I can’t work miracles, only fabricate memories. We hid and he was safe.

“Until you touched him, you were safe too. It was more important not to alert the government than play heroic saviour. I mean I’ve had to make Russians think they hit Steve more than they did, stop Billy Hargrove from killing him, and a few other things, but it’s all been under the radar.

“You made the ultimate mistake coming in here, into our mind. Out there I can read thoughts and memories like books, make people remember whatever I like, mess with their perceptions on a good day.

“In here … in here I’m God.

“Now we’re going to do three things.

“First, you’re going to free Eddie Munson. Bringing him back to use him against us was a good plan, it would have been devastating to the Party, but you’ve missed your chance. Steve has some unresolved feeling for Eddie he needs to work through, and I want him to be happy. Eddie will be good for him. Someone needs to show him he doesn’t have to be strong all the time. Eddie will give him what I can’t.

“Second, you’re going to heal Max. You broke her, so you can put her back together. We’ll put your abilities to a good use for once.

“Then, finally, we’re going to let Eleven find us, and you’re going to put on a good show of fighting her before we give her the victory she deserves.

“It’s going to be glorious, Henry. A final battle from one of Eddie’s campaigns where good triumphs over evil.

“I told you to stop struggling. It’s pointless and annoying. You don’t want to annoy me anymore than you already have. I’m going to let you die a good death, Henry, don’t make me change my mind. Steve has all our goodness, all our kindness, you don’t want to know what I’m capable of when I’m angry.

“Brenner’s lucky he’s already dead. I’ve had years to plan what I wanted to do to him.

“You have amazing abilities, Henry. Using you like a remote is fun. I should have lured you in here ages ago. Ah well hindsight is 20-20. It’s time to finish this now.”

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[violasghost]

Adding to the discussion about why the Chenford breakup has apparently been swept under the rug (for now), Rookie episode 7x02 discussion.

Have been reading some thoughts recently about how some think the reason Tim and Lucy are so amicable post breakup is because they are over one another, or the writers have decided to gloss over everything and ignore their chemistry and just let them stay friends instead, or simply cheapen their relationship. But I think this is where we as the fans have to pay closer attention to the actors who are showing us just as much if not more in the moments when they are not saying anything to one another, versus the moments when there is dialogue. The banter, the competition, that is where they are comfortable, but its also when they fall back in to old habits. Despite Lucy's character being pro-therapy, neither she nor Tim have ever been good at expressing their own emotions and when they were together they stumbled through most serious conversations about feelings. So that said, they likely didn't have that talk-yet.

From a personal perspective, I've had some awful coworkers over time (one or two that started out as friends) who I would have loved to poof away into oblivion, but because I like my job, I had to take the high road simply to be able to do my work well and play nice with peers, and the fact that sometimes you have to coexist with people that you don't always like or respect. So you do your job and work with those individuals when necessary, but nothing more. Not that I'm saying they cant stand one another, but more that they are simply...coping.

I think when it gets down to it, they are avoiding the BIG elephant in the room because its easier to just go with the flow for now. And they are afraid of going down that road because perhaps there may be some doubt, on Lucy's side about Tim's motivations for the breakup in the first place. And maybe on Tim's side about realizing how he hurt Lucy and worrying about how she might never forgive him. So the friendship thing is a safe crutch for both of them. They know at least this way they still have each other as a safety net. I still think its coming. The longing looks, the playful banter. Tim is trying every trick in his book to stay close to Lucy, and Lucy is taking his bait, hook, line, and sinker. And she's flirting with him too, whether she knows it or not. They just cant help themselves. Anyone who couldn't see it would likely have to be blind. Heck the whole first few minutes of the episode with the ladies in the locker room, Lopez, Harper, and Juarez tease Lucy about it so-yeah they know, and they are teasing/baiting our dear Lucy and the audience with this knowledge.

That last scene with the three TO's, Nolan, Tim, and Lucy hanging out after work for drinks and then Nolan confesses how he really respects Nyla and wants to send her more gifts of thanks and Lucy simply tosses her eyes and glances at Tim for a moment. You can see a twinkle in both their eyes and even Nolan recognizes in this moment that he's the third wheel, so he excuses himself, but Tim and Lucy don't yet want to admit that there is anything more, even though there is a long pause between them before either one speaks. I'm telling you, its about the moments 'in between.' Watch Eric and Melissa's faces. They always knock it out of the park.

Needless to say, looking forward to the long slow burn this season. I'm hoping for many more angsty, flirty, cute, hot, steamy, action-packed, sexy, and loving Chenford scenes in our future. <3