#This Place Is So F*Cking Strange!!!

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Man Of Medan //Part 2// - This Place Is So F*Cking Strange!!!!

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: big smut - oral (fem receiving), rough sex, PinV, angst, Dean being cute

Chapter Word Count: 3158

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A/N: ahhhh so back to the normal shenanigans. Nil this chapter is loosely inspired by the song ‘Fuck Away The Pain’ by Divide the Day. Also I’m making some changes to how I link in my chapters, because I have quite a few now and it takes fucking ages. Also it’s 1:30AM and I’m tired so I’ve proof read as best as I can, let me know if you see any errors.

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New readers start here: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 11

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 12

At some point during the quiet ride home I had fallen asleep, because when I woke up I was in my bed atop the covers, still fully dressed. Not knowing what hour it was I rummaged around for my phone, finding it placed carefully next to my books on my bedside table. The brightness from the screen made me wince, my sensitive eyes finally adjusting after a few moments to read 4:17AM. I couldn’t stop the groan from slipping out and I flopped back onto my pillow. I lay there, listening to the humming vents in the bunker, taking in the deafening silence as I took long, slow breaths. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Daniel. Just not the Daniel I knew. Not the boy who lived in band t-shirts and scruffy jeans, but the strange man who wore a three piece suit and sprouted fangs from his jaw. I didn't know that person, and I'm glad I never would. My mind then drifted to Dean; seeing his confused face and shocked expression towards the revelation that I KNEW the vampire about to be killed. My face scrunched like I'd tasted something sour at the thought. I couldn't place my finger on it, but the whole situation felt wrong - uncomfortable. Like I'd been unfaithful even though I'm technically not tied to anyone. It felt like I'd been unfaithful to Dean, and we all knew the last thing he wanted was commitment. Is that what I wanted? Dean? Something more than just carnal desire? A relationship? Security? Someone to call mine? My head felt like it was starting to spin as I spiralled down a rabbit hole I had no intention of venturing down. I shook the intrusive thoughts from my head, deciding that it was the very last thing I needed to be thinking about right now. Sitting up slowly I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, my socked-feet gently connecting with the floor as I quietly left my room, heading down towards the kitchen. The grumbling of my stomach reminding me that I've not eaten for about twelve hours.

My arrival to the kitchen turned heads. More heads than I anticipated being there. In all honesty, I thought everyone would have been in bed at this hour. Apparently not. Of course there was Sam and Dean, Charlie, and that strange angel - what was his name? Castiel? But there was also a woman who I’d never seen before. She had short dark hair and a kind face, but there was something sad and sorrowful about her smile. The five pairs of eyes scorched my skin and I stopped in my tracks, taking a tentative step backwards. The only thing stopping me from turning tail and running out of there was the soothing voice calling my name that somehow instantly calmed my nerves. It was like molasses; sweet and deep and as intoxicating as aged liquor. Before I even had a chance to change my mind about sticking around, Dean had swallowed the distance between us and enveloped me in a crushing embrace. A strange instinct took over and I buried my makeup-smeared face into his chest, feeling the devastatingly familiar burn of hot tears start to well up and spill over.

“Dean-” my voice was small and hoarse as I squeaked out his name, his arms tightening around me reflexively.

“It's ok sweetheart, you don't have to say anything.

I've got you.”

*

He'd walked me slowly back to my room, like I was something so fragile and the smallest knock would cause me to shatter. In all honesty it wouldn't be an incorrect statement - It felt like the softer Dean was with me the more delicate I became. My demeanour had the density of a feather and the brittleness of tempered glass; one wrong move and I'd burst into hundreds of little pieces that would have to be glued back together.

The door clicked shut behind us and he guided me to sit on the bed. I crawled into the middle and sat with my legs crossed, uncaring of the fact my micro skirt did little to cover what dignity I had left. The thin white petticoat tickled my thighs as Dean shuffled to sit in front of me, his large hands now resting face up in my lap, beckoning my small fingers to become entwined in his. We sat knee-to-knee, Dean's eyes tracking every movement I made - every breath, every blink, every nervous bite of my lip. He took a deep inhale and a slow exhale, like he was using those seconds to decide on what to say. His rough thumbs caressed my knuckles.

“Sweetheart; it's ok to cry.”

That softness radiating from him pulled a ragged sob from my chest, my bottom lip quivering as I made the bad decision to make eye contact with him. The tears started to stream again.

“D-Daniel- he- I s-saw him- he was hit b-by a f-fucking e-eighteen wheeler, D-Dean. H-he was on his motorbike and h-e was thrown a-bout ninety feet b-before h-he hit the g-ground. I went t-to get a FUCKING s-snack and t-the moment I-I came back o-outside he was- he was-”

Before I could carry on he had pulled me into another crushing embrace, my legs slipping over his as he pulled me to sit in his lap. Rough denim rubbed on my inner thighs as his arms tightened around me, my arms moving on their own to loop around his neck.

“We don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to.”

I sniffled.

“I just want to f-forget about him. I-I healed f-from this already. I don't w-want to h-have to do that a-again, Dean. I can’t. That person- th-that vamp- he wasn’t him. Please- I just- I just want to forget.”

I pulled back to look at him. I saw this way his eyes darted to my lips and I knew he tried to fight it, I knew he’d scold himself internally for thinking such thoughts in a moment like this. His evergreen gaze flitted across my face before my own eyes landed on his mouth. I saw the way his lips were parted. I saw how his pupils dilated and how his fingers tightened on the small amount of fabric at my hips. How he swallowed, almost nervously, when I moved my own fingers to tug on his hair - to glide over his scalp. I couldn't help but allow myself to sit heavier in his lap.

“(Y/n), sweetheart. We shouldn’t- I shouldn't - I don't want to take advantage of you. Not like this,” his voice was an unusual mixture of pained self-restraint and compassionate sympathy.

“Dean,” my own voice came out sterner than I intended and I felt him flinch beneath my fingertips. “I want to forget. Make me forget.”

It was like a spark had hit a lake of gasoline; one small thing had ignited us, and my face was still wet with tears when Dean threw me down onto the mattress, my head at the foot of the bed. Thick, slightly trembling fingers glided up my thighs and tugged down my underwear, throwing it into the depths of my room. Rough palms suddenly gripped the back of my thighs and pushed up, my knees almost touching my ears whilst he shuffled slightly, like he was getting comfortable. Right when I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, I felt it: A lick. A warm wetness that wasn’t my own. Precision and practice had made this appendage a dear friend of the night, which I realised when I felt my brows scrunch together shortly followed by a breathy moan.

“Fuck-”

His tongue went around and around and around, occasionally grazing over my clit but generally taking great care to avoid it; to pump up the agonising sensitivity and make me squirm. I felt his lips move against me, his words fanning hot breaths over my most intimate area as his voice rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck, (Y/n) you're delicious.”

Dipping back down and tongue back at work, he continued his actions, starting slowly - oh so slowly - before speeding up, and up and up until he stopped. He stopped making little circles around my bundle of nerves, and before I could even whine about it he'd pressed the entirety of his tongue against my opening. I didn't think much of the hand releasing my thigh and dropping it on his shoulder until the pad of his thumb pressed on my buzzer, sending a singular shockwave through me whilst he continued to taste me. His thumb swirled again and again whilst his tongue carefully dipped in and out, seeming to know exactly where to press, when to do it and the amount of pressure needed. It had only been a few minutes but I already felt like a melting mess, my body starting to writhe as the pleasure started to build in the depths of my stomach. I felt like I was losing control of my thighs as Dean's fingers dug into the soft flesh of the one he was holding up, the side of his head leaning into the other one, stubble scratching at the soft skin on the inside of my thigh as his jaw flexed with every movement of his tongue. If he wasn't holding onto me like he was, I felt like I could crush him. Another moan passed through my lips when he sped up a little more, my fingers racing to tangle with his hair, pulling a satisfied noise from him.

“Dean- please- if you keep going like this I'm g’nna come-”

He ceased his actions and pushed up, leaning forwards so he was towering above me with my arousal practically dripping from his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and there was an almost primal glint in his eye.

“Do you wanna come?”

The sound of his voice could have snapped that coil inside me there and then. Instead I groaned quietly, watching the way he slowly wrapped his fingers around my calf that rested on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh just above my knee. His dark eyes never left mine.

“I wanna come s’bad, but…” I paused and felt my face heat up.

“But…?”

“But I want to feel you inside me when I do.”

His eyes looked like they were about to roll into the back of his head before he caught himself and stared back down at me, chewing on his bottom lip slightly.

“Fuck sweetheart, those are dangerous words.”

“You're a dangerous man…”

There were a few moments of silence, racing heartbeats almost audible from the other side of the room. I hooked my other leg over his shoulder and linked my ankles behind his back, pulling him further down towards me.

“Dean- please. I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

I'd barely finished my sentence when his mouth pressed to mine, hot and panting. I could taste the bite of the whiskey he'd drunk at the club, the richness of it still on his tongue after all these hours - he must've had more when we got back to the bunker. I stretched my hands down and fumbled with the buckle on his belt, fingers frantically trying to undo everything just so I could feel him - touch him. Anything to focus on him and him alone.

“Do you still want to forget, darlin’?”

I nodded.

“And you’re sure you’re ok with this? I don’t want you to reg-“

“I won’t, I promise. I just need you to make my mind go blank; I need the… pain to go away.”

He pulled his T-shirt off in one swift movement before lowering himself to mere centimetres above me, our lips practically touching.

“Then use me however you need to.”

His words were electric. I didn’t give him a chance to pull away, my hands cupping the sides of his face and dragging his mouth down to mine in a frenzied kiss. I was starting to become familiar with how he kissed me - with how he moved his mouth; how he tasted. I was starting to get used to him. You could almost say that I was starting to crave him. With his intoxicating scent and how he tasted when we practically devoured each other. He was becoming my lifeline, somehow, and that thought alone made my heart race.

I thrust my hands down between us to finish what I started before with unbuckling his belt and jeans, eventually dipping a hand into his underwear and feeling him hot, hard, and heavy in my palm. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, unwilling to break away from my lips. I only pushed his clothing as far as I needed to before pulling him out, wiping my thumb over his tip to gather as much precum as I could before smearing it up and down his length in gentle strokes. I started to play him at his own game by starting tantalisingly slow, speeding up over time before he was grasping at my wrist and halting my actions.

“Please-” he almost begged, pulling away from me slightly, “please don’t make me come yet.”

“Then fuck me and we can come together.”

He didn’t waste another second as he lined himself up to my entrance and pushed in, getting lost in my comforting warmth as he groaned into the crook of my neck. I gasped at the stretch, a high-note moan slipping out as he barely waited two seconds before rolling his hips back and forth. Aside from heavy breathing and uncontrolled moans, the only other thing to be heard was the wetness between our bodies and the unmistakable sound of skin-on-skin.

“I wasn’t going to say anything because the timing was never right, but holy fuck (Y/n), your outfit is killing me,” he somehow managed to form a sentence between the panting, the almost crude compliment bringing a blissed out smile to my lips, my mind incapable of forming a coherrant reply.

My ankles unlocked from around his back as his thrusting became more erratic and my legs dropped from his shoulders. Dean took this as a cue to change positions as he grasped my ass and lifted it off the mattress, pulling my body on and off his cock over and over and over again, like I was his own personal toy to use. And the whore that lived deep in my soul loved every second of it. My eyes focused on Deans face, noting how his jaw clenched as his eyes constantly moved up and down my body - taking in every curve of soft skin and ruffle of my outfit. The occasional stutter of his hips was the tell that he was nearing his end, so I traced my hands up my body and pulled the front of my top down, letting my tits bounce free. I pinched and twisted my nipples between my fingers, biting my bottom lip as I felt my sex flutter at the extra stimulation. If Dean wasn’t salivating before, he certainly was now. Keeping one hand on my breast I moved the other one down. Down over the softness of my stomach and to the soaking wetness between my legs, my fingers pressing soft circles around my clit and making me clench even harder around Dean. I swirled and swirled whilst still playing with my nipples, bringing that ever-nearing storm closer to home. I know Dean could feel it too, because his grip on my ass was slipping and he didn’t seem to care; gripping me so tight I was certain I’d see bruises in the afternoon. Letting go of my tit I brought my other hand between us, feeling where Dean and I joined together; feeling how intimate it felt. I could feeling myself tipping over the edge as the noises tumbling from my lips kept coming, urging Dean to somehow fuck me harder and deeper than he already was.

“Sh-shit sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I won’t be able to go on any longer.”

“Fuck - Dean please- please-”

It was when his eyes met mine, those mossy-green irises clouded with lust and desire, that the storm came crashing in and my euphoria struck me like white hot lightning. My own orgasm pulled Dean into his own one as a string of unintelligible curses fell from his lips before his thrusting ceased and he set me down gently on the bed. No words spoken, no movements made; just his eyes piercing mine as the sound of heavy breaths filled the room. I wasn’t sure how long we sat there for, not making a single move whilst regaining our composure. That was, until I reached out, unthinking, and traced my thumb over Deans bottom lip. My palm rested softly on his cheek and he allowed his eyes to flutter closed for a few short moments before opening them again. When I finally spoke, my voice was barely above a whisper.

“Dean I…I’m sorry.”

He looked puzzled.

“What for? I mean if anything, it should be me apologising.”

I shook my head, a few aches starting to settle over my body already.

“I feel like I’ve used you.”

He chuckled slightly, planting his hands either side of my head and leaning in slightly.

“I told you to.”

“No, like, today was rough, emotionally. It was my baggage and I feel like you’re the one I’ve forced to carry it.”

It was his turn to shake his head.

“Don’t be stupid. You think I’m here, helping you to forget two different versions of the same person against my will? Sweetheart, I want to be here, making you feel better anyway I can,” he smiled a boyish smile, “hell, I’d’ve made you hot chocolate with cream and frickin marshmallows if that would’ve helped. Or watched some dumb ass chick-flick. Maybe even both.”

I couldn’t stop the schoolgirl grin from blooming as I fought every urge to pull him down to me and kiss him. Kiss him like I fucking meant it.

“Could we still do that?”

He chuckled, the sound causing the butterflies in my chest to flutter.

“You bet you’re perfect ass we can,” he punctuated with a light slap to my rear. “What do you wanna watch?”

I pondered for a moment, wondering what DVDs the boys would have laying around in the bunker. In all honesty though, I had one box set to my name that Bobby bought me many moons ago.

“Is Lord of the Rings good with you?”

He looked up for a moment and I’m convinced I saw him mouth ‘thank you’ to the ceiling. But that would be absurd, right?

“Darlin’ it’s perfect. But first let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Up Next: Chapter 13

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PART TWO

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"You've got to be kidding me, Gideon!"

Caleb exclaimed into his phone, his voice echoing through the quiet living room. His eyes darted towards the gift box you held in you lap, your fingers lingering over the silky bow that had come undone. "You bought a VIBRATOR for your girlfriend!? Thats what you had me waiting for at the mall!?"

"Oh shutup!" Gideon's voice rang on the other end, " now I don't have a gift for (GF/N)!" "You call a VIBRATOR A F*CKING GIFT!?" "LIKE I SAID CALEB, MAN! SHUT UP!" "Now my poor pipsqueak is scarred for life! No thanks to you!" "You're both damn adults -" "(Y/N) has it in her hand! Do I seem happy about that!?" "I mean, shouldn't you be?"

Caleb pauses a little, his voice hitching a bit causing your heart skipping a beat at his reaction. He turns around in case you were listening in on the convo but you acted like you were in shock at the vibrator.

He rolled his eyes, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. The line crackled with his friend's laughter on the other end.

You looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.

You had been daydreaming about the naughty possibilities of the mysterious gift in your hands. The vibrator you had just found was definitely not what you had been expecting. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure.

Caleb ended the call abruptly, his grip on the phone tightening. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. How could Gideon be so careless? He turned to you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in his tone but hidden with a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry about that," he began, extending his hand for the vibrator. "It's obviously not for you. It was supposed to be a joke for Gideon's girlfriend."

"A joke?"

Caleb grimaced at the question as he looked in your innocent eyes.

With a tremble in your hand, you handed the vibrator back to Caleb. The cool, smooth plastic felt foreign between your fingers, and you couldn't help but imagine the sensations it could have provide.

Imagine... Caleb's eyes locking onto yours and using the vibrator on you...

The buzz of it would fill the room, an erotic scene unfolding between you two. And when he would bring it to your clit, the vibrations wouldve sent shockwaves through your body. You would've gasped, your back arching as the sensation hit you like a bolt of lightning. He'd watched with rapt attention as you'd writhed beneath him. He increased the speed of the vibrator, watching as you wouldve panted and squirmed, your body begging for release. He'd continue to work the vibrator, prolonging your climax until you would be a trembling mess beneath him, your legs shaking and your body limp with satisfaction.

Urgh. If only!

You bit your bottom lip, trying to push the thoughts aside as you watched Caleb place it back into the box. The air between the two of you thickened with an unspoken tension, charged with the sudden presence of something so intimate and unexpected.

"It's okay," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I guess it was just a mistake."

Caleb nodded, his eyes flicking to the box before meeting yours. "Yeah, a big one." He couldn't help but wonder if you was as affected by the mix-up as he was. He felt a strange thrill in his stomach, a sensation that was both disturbing and exhilarating. "But..." He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. "Let's just pretend it never happened."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your allowed yourself to be led back to the couch. You sat down, tucking your legs underneath you. Your mind was racing, a tornado of confusion and excitement. What if Caleb had actually bought it for you? What if this was his way of bringing something new into their relationship? The thought made your heart race, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your tube top.

He sat beside you, his thighs brushing together against yours. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Guess i messed up the surprise. Any guesses what my gift couldve been?"

The sound of his voice, so close, so intimate, made goosebumps travel your skin again.

Guesses on his gift? You were busy guessing what could've happened in the vibrator dilemma if the two of you were already dating!

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the vibrator, the way it looked, the way it felt. It was as if the little device had cast a spell over yoi, igniting desires she didn't even know you had.

"Caleb," you began, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Can we talk about what just happened?"

His gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips, and you felt the heat pooling between your thighs. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his voice low and gruff, before turning his gaze away from you.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his chest. "I want to know if you've ever thought about... you know... using something like that with me." The words fell from your mouth in a rush, and you felt the blush spread across your cheeks again.

"N-I-N-No." Caleb stuttered, shaking his head as he remained looking away from you. After a moment of silence, he meets your gaze.

Your (E/C) eyes narrowed suspiciously and you crawled onto his lap causing him to flush red at the sudden confidence and audacity you had. You sat, legs on either side of him as you made yourself comfortable facing him. "Do I not make you think things like that?" You whispered with a look of defiance at the fact that he was lying. You looked cute. Adorable with puppy eyes but a feisty attitude and the fact that your pants was now almost invisible for his eyes. "It's getting la-" Feeling something of his twitch. "I love you." The words shot out, cutting him off as you confessed, "That's why I ask." Your eyes met each other's as Caleb's eyes stared back in disbelief. Almost a pained yet relieved look marked his facial features. His hand cups your left side of your face and you lean into his comfort. "Say that again..." "I love you Caleb." "Again." "I... love you." He stares lovingly into your eyes a mix of desperation tinging the aura around you. He was stunned but accepting. "I love you too... always..." This made your face flushed and your heart was beating at an exhilarating pace as you pulled his face in and smashed your lips against his. Your fists scrunching his shirt desperately. He sinks into the sofa at the force but handles himself by bringing you closer. Your chest squishing to his, his rough hands gliding up your legs to squeeze your butt. As you push away, a string of saliva links the two of mouths temporarily. His and your gasps for air filled the room, his chest heaving with every breath and his eyes were fully fixated on you.

"Crap... you changed alot pipsqueak." Caleb brings his thumb over his lips.

"I...." You whispered shyly, "Didn't think... was it too much?"

He grabs your chin and leans up for another kiss. A deep passionate kiss and he bites your lower lip hungrily.

"Nope," he says tugging your lip, "It's everything I dreamt of. Should we continue?"

He squeezes your butt more and glides his hands up your waist, his eyes looking for a hint of permission.

"How far will we continue?" You teased, tracing his collarbone.

A smirk tugged his lips, as he pressed your clothed entrance over his erect, your breath hitched a little.

"How ever far you want to go." A sense of comfort and understanding in his voice as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Caleb effortlessly maneuvered through the living room, carrying you with a gentle yet firm grasp. Each step he took was calculated, ensuring that the journey from the couch to your bedroom was as smooth as possible. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over your entwined bodies as he laid you down on the plush mattress.

You both took a moment to appreciate the gravity of the situation, your eyes locked onto his as you began the sensual dance of undressing one another. His hands trembled with excitement as he reached for the waistband of his boxers, revealing his arousal that had been straining against the fabric. It bobbed up and down as it was released, standing tall and proud in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of Caleb's cock sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't hold back a soft gasp. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in your reaction. "Looks like my little pipsqueak has grown all up," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With a predatory grace, Caleb positioned himself over you, his muscular form looming above. His fingers traced the contours of your body, sending shivers down your spine as he asked for your consent once more. "Are you absolutely certain you want this?" His question hung in the air, loaded with the weight of what was about to happen.

Your body responded before your mind could fully form words, your hips arching up to meet him, a silent plea for more. "I'm ready," you managed to whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

Caleb leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that sent your heart racing. His tongue danced with yours as his hand moved to stroke himself, the sound of his skin sliding against his cock a symphony of desire. He was preparing himself, ensuring that he would be fully ready to give you everything he had.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was an eagerness that matched his own. "I want us to always be this close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.

The anticipation was unbearable as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with his own arousal. He pushed in, the head of his shaft parting your folds, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You could feel the heat of his desire pressing against you, urging you to accept him.

As he pushed further, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size. Caleb paused, watching your face intently, making sure that you were comfortable with every inch that he claimed. Your walls tightened around him, a silent invitation for him to continue.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. You moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears, encouraging him to go deeper. Caleb's thumb found its way to your clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles, the pleasure building within you like a crescendo.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum, making it easier for him to glide in and out. Each stroke was a declaration of his love and desire, a silent promise that he would never let you go.

"F*ck, you feel amazing," Caleb groaned, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you two growing stronger with each passing moment.

The pressure grew, his strokes becoming more insistent, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You gasped, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you completely.

"I need...I need to c*m," you begged, your voice shaking with need. Caleb chuckled, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

With one last, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing around his fingers. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your mouth open in a silent scream, savoring the moment as your orgasm washed over you.

When your tremors subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, the glistening digits a testament to your pleasure. He took a moment to admire your flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that covered your body, a look of pure adoration on his face.

With a smirk, Caleb coated his cock with the juices of your climax, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight was intoxicating, his shaft shiny and hard, begging for release. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

You nodded, your body more than ready for the final act. Caleb positioned himself once more, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling you up until he was fully sheathed. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had you moaning his name. Your eyes never left his, the intimacy of the moment etched into every line of his face as he lost himself in you.

Caleb's teeth sank into his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure began to take over. You felt his cock pulse inside you, the promise of his release growing more intense with each thrust.

He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours once again as his hips picked up speed. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of your passion. Caleb's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb flicking it in time with his strokes.

The orgasm built within you, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last an eternity. Caleb's grip on your hip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself nearing his own climax.

With one final, desperate push, Caleb released himself inside you, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge once more.

Your body trembled as he collapsed onto you, his breathing ragged in your ear. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

Caleb's cock remained inside you, the warmth of his seed a reminder of the intimate bond you had just shared. He rolled you onto your side, his body spooning yours as his hand rested on your stomach. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, leaving a gentle, possessive mark.

"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love.

You giggled, the sound lost in the aftermath of your orgasm. "Me neither." you replied, the words muffled by the pillow. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.

As the last of his cum leaked out of you, the stickiness served as a reminder of the passion you had just shared. Caleb's arms tightened around you, his breathing evening out as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I love you pipsqueak," he whispered into your hair, the words a warm embrace that seemed to seep into your very soul.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice sleepy. "Let's get some rest."

Caleb chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "Best idea I've heard all night. It was a looong day. And besides, I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Gideon's place. Gotta return his gift and get yours back."

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Mind if I come?"

"You came twice." He teased about the event that occurred between you almost seconds ago.

"Caleb!" You hissed threateningly, as you slap his shoulder playfully, "I meant if I can accompany you tomorrow!"

"Yeah yeah." Caleb cheekily says, "I'll get your gift back and you can hand him his personally."

"Absolutely not."

Caleb laughs but nonetheless kisses your forehead and agrees that you'll accompany him tomorrow.

And with that, the two of you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's embrace, the scent of your love lingering in the air.

Authors Note: So... I was at a loss for which LNDS man to enter the story next - any suggestions? How about a poll? Also - can someone explain to me HOW THE HECK DO YOU PUT THAT LINK OF THE PREVIOUS OR NEXT CHAPTER WITHOUT SHOWING THE ENTIRE LINK !? I've been banging my head the last week figuring it out.

But anyways - Have a great day! Hope you enjoyed the story :)

[sanemiss]

"Dumb f*cking idiot" Part 1 -Sanemi x reader

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Angst-for now!

>definitely expect more chapters >:)

>tw cursing- obviously ; ;

You meet Sanemi in the forest and he messes you up.

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only in the forest you are usually able to stop thinking about everything weighing on your mind. at least for a few minutes. today you are heading towards a particular place, the one with the small lake almost encapsulated by the tall trees.

you know this forest by heart, since you live right outside of it. your attention sets on your surroundings, the sun dancing on the green leaves, small branches cracking under your footsteps. the expected moment of serenity sets in.

it is moments like these when you start wondering if what people say is even true- that the demon slayer headquarters is on the other side of the forest.

there's never any noise coming from that side. no explotions or whatever- you don't really know what's supposed to happen, no screams, no nothing. and you've never seen these demon slayers either. the only thing that stops you from completely mocking the idea is that you know for a fact: demons are real.

thoughts stop and time freezes as you look up from the ground. the lake is a few feet away. and today, there's something incredibly strange going on here. someone is sitting under a tree facing the lake, with eyes that stare into the abyss with such intensity that the abyss is most likely scared of him. you can't tell if he's sweating or crying, or both, but he feels like a ball of explosives ready to tear apart even the dampened breeze that dares to pass him by. this man is covered in scars and tragedy.

yet, there's something about him. it's almost like you can see through him, like you can feel what he's trying to hide so deeply. that encourages you to blurt out:

"hey!"

he doesn't lift his head, he doesn't even blink. he is still keeping his crazed eye contact with the abyss, as if he's also telling you "you thought i didn't see you there or something? i was hoping you'd fucking leave me alone."

"how big of a dumb fucking idiot are you to talk to a stranger who could obviously easily kill you right now? and when you're alone too?? you've got no survival instict, huh?!"

"what a weird way to show you're harmless", you think to yourself.

you sit down, not in front of him as that may seem confrontational, not next to him as that may seem too intimate, but in the appropriate middle.

you're still trying to decipher if he has been sweating or crying.

"are you okay? do you need anything?"

his eyes became somehow even bigger, baffled, offended, veins bursting out.

should you have spat in his face instead?

"what... the fuck do you care??! who the fuck do you think you are??!! stop bothering me and get the fuck out of here!!!"

did his screaming just shook the ground? the birds are taking flight, too.

you don't say anything. you take a deep breath and look at the sky. deep breaths. deep breaths. the thing is, you saw something in him. you know this is stupid but he felt like...home. you kind of saw yourself in him. at least a version of you. you felt like...maybe you could understand each other, which is something you never really feel.

you're debating if you should be stubborn about it or leave him alone and stop stressing him out. "well, you can't convience him to open up, not like this, but at least let me say what i need to say."

as you gather the courage to open your mouth, he yells:

"why are you still fucking here you ffffu-"

"i care because you're human. you didn't even look at me, so i'm not sure you know, but i'm human too."

he finally looks at you. you avoid his gaze and stare into the distance.

"i don't know you but i know pain. and it seems like you're in a lot of it. shielding your heart isn't going to solve anything. not accepting the slightest bit of warmth isn't going to protect you from anything."

deep breaths.

"if you want to be strong and brave, then open your heart. there's going to be pain, but it seems like you already know, that alone won't kill you."

you get up.

"i'm gonna go now. spare me from the yelling."

you don't look at him, but you can feel he is both extremely annoyed and surprised, and for the first time, he wants to yell but he can't bring himself to. you keep walking. somehow, your heart is hurting.

...

the next day, you wish you had something urgent to do, to force yourself to focus on something else but the white haired man. huh, you were so stuck on his aura that you didn't even process his hair was white.

you hate how the forest reminds you of him. it's like you have nowhere to go now.

him. "maybe i truly am a dumb fucking idiot", you say out loud.

you've never picked the best reasos to fall for people, but this is a bit ridiculous. what was it? ah, yes, the intensity, the raw complexity of feelings, the deep, hidden sensitivity. and, fuck, you'll admit, he was hot. you can't allow yourself to think about that too much or you'll go crazy.

"dumb fucking idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you screech into your pillow.

after a few hours of trying to do something else with your day, your head is getting hot, the room is getting hotter and smaller. so you decide it's time to start moving on. and go on a walk in the forest.

...

what even was his name? no, fuck that, it doesn't matter.

you take your usual route to the lake. you're not gonna let some guy taint your comfort spot. you'll get over it. someday.

you get there, sigh, and sit where he was sitting yesterday- almost like trying to erase him from the spot.

sigh. feelings sink in and you allow yourself to admit that you wish he were here. you had the stupid hope that he would be standing here, all "what you said yesterday changed my life". you want to eyeroll at yourself. "are these really my thoughts? when did i become so fucking stup-"

"you're wrong, just so you know. you have no idea how strong i am. what do you even fucking know? you talk to me about being brave? i risk my life every fucking day, you fucking idiot."

you freeze. you can't see him, but you know fully well who it is, even if it's the first time you hear him talk, well- spit his words-, not yell.

what an unexpected improvement.

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

Some more Viper dialogue from the game, this one is first meeting as a Mourn Watcher.

Neve (gloomily): Minrathous. The Heart of Tevinter. Somehow the beat of it always pulls me back... A steady pulse of secrets, corruption, you name it. Trust no one, expect the worst, and you might just get by.

Rook: Do the Shadow Dragons know we're here?

Tarquin (cheerfully curious): Neve Gallus. You only turn up when you want news. Or you've got some.

Neve: Tarquin. (surprised) You look well.

Tarquin: Appearances can be deceiving.

Neve: Sounds like a story.

Tarquin (matter-of-factly): Just living ungifted in a world made for mages.

The Viper jumps down from a nearby roof into the conversation, says absolutely nothing like the dramatic motherf*cker he is.

Neve (amused): Rook. Meet the Viper.

Rook (ignoring the strange entry politely): It's good to meet you. Both of you.

The Viper (politely, still acting like he didn’t just jump off the f*cking roof): And you.

Tarquin (also making no mention of his husband's shenanigans): So why the meeting? Is this about your work with Varric?

Rook (grimly truthful): Something terrible got loose when we disrupted Solas's ritual. A pair of elven gods.

Tarquin (startled): Gods?

Neve (darkly): They blighted a village in Arlathan. D'Meta's Crossing.

The Viper: There are Venatori whispers about that place. Now we know why.

Neve (quietly worried): What's been happening in the city?

The Viper: Underground sacrifices, dangerous relics flooding the black market the cult's gathering power.

Rook (grimly humorous): You'd think people would reconsider their choices after surviving a city-wide demon attack.

Tarquin: The cult hasn't changed. They want control of Tevinter and a return to the old ways. And if an ancient power promises just that... damn it. We were tracking a set of red lyrium relics before you got here. Smuggled in recently.

The Viper: They enhance blood magic—and can summon demons far too easily. We destroyed one, and tore another off a slaver.

Tarquin: We think the third's right here in Dock Town.

Neve (instantly): Dock Town's my home. If it's got problems and I'm here - I can track this faster than anyone in the city.

Rook: Hold on. I'm happy to help.

Neve (politely dismissive): It's fine. I can catch up with you.

Rook (politely insistent): We don't know where the gods are, or what they're doing. We're here for help. It's fair I give some in return.

The Viper: The relics don't play nice with the Veil, and they resonate with each other. We destroyed the lyrium in the last one we found, but it should still track the third.

Neve (seriously): Give it to me. I'll get it done.

Tarquin: We'll keep eyes on the Venatori. If there's a tie to these elven gods, we'll find it.

[ratsoh-writes]

Context

For Horrorswap, horror fell, horror farm, fellswap red and fellswap gold how are they dealing with the panda?

Here’s the link to the commercial https://youtu.be/USIowLhnUss

And the original prompt:

Lilac: when the panda knocks his shopping cart over and starts stalking towards him, lilac immediately goes into fight and flight. Unfortunately for the panda, he’s all out of flight. Basil eventually has to drag his brother off of the hissing panda as lilac beats it with his prosthetic leg he detached as a weapon.

Basil: someone has been replacing all the baby tomatoes in his garden with these panda cheeses and he’s fkn sick of it. He starts boycotting the product out of spite, which results into even more vegetables being replaced with cheeses lol

Rust: he has to call the royal guard one day when he calls into work and finds the other daycare workers cowering in the corner while some strange panda passes out cheeses to all the kids. Rust physically drags the panda out and proceeds to throw down in the street until the guard arrive lol

Noir: when the panda slaps the off brand cheese out of his cart, and places in the panda brand cheese, noir simply raises an eyebrow. Maintaining eye contact, he picks up the panda cheese, puts it back on the shelf and grabs the cheese he actually wanted. If the panda repeats this, noir will throw the panda cheese across the grocery store.

Moose: he’s chill about someone switching his groceries. Cheese is cheese. So when some panda replaces what’s in his cart, he just shrugs and rolls with it. Moose is the only one to walk away with no conflict lol

Maple: the panda eyes Maple, maple eyes it back. The panda holds up a bag of cheese, maple raises his chainsaw. The panda slowly lowers its bag of cheese

Lord: he never even meets the panda. Mutt just comes home covered in blood one day looking pissed. Not that unusual of a sight. Lord lets him shower after he gives sufficient reassurances that no guards are gonna be knocking on their door

Mutt: some f*cking panda broke into his kitchen and stole lords Brie cheese. Mutt loves animals sure, but he loves his brother more. So this panda is going down

Wine: oh he’s absolutely delighted to meet the cryptid animal that has harassed so many others. Wine even stages a confrontation so he can test the pandas capabilities. It seems to have some form of immortality where it reappears the next day even if you kill it. Wine tasks coffee with getting rid of several panda bodies over the course of a few weeks. Also they’ve changed their cheese brand. Coffee doesn’t notice the second part though

Coffee: he’s mildly curious about the panda, but once he manages to break into wines office to look at the research he’s over it. Especially since this panda is such a chore. Coffee is running out of good burial spots for all these pandas. He hopes wine finds a new interest soon

[yourbestpalpercy]

Well, this was a weird dream…

At the moment, Pal was speaking to a strange android that was waay too intrusive about Pal being human. Pal had to fight the thoughts of tearing the thing apart with his wires. “Please stop!” Pal hissed, slapping the Tartar’s hand rather aggressively. “I hate being touched…” Pal hissed.

The android, Tartar, moved his hand away. “So, where’d you come from?” It asked, brushing off what Pal said. “I’m from Maine! Welton, Maine…” Pal took a few quick steps away from Tartar. “HA! Maine’s been underwater for exactly 11,067 years! It was actually one of the first places to go under!”

“Then explain how exactly I’m here!” Pal tightly grabbed Tartar’s hand when he went to poke his head band. “And stop. Touching. Me.” Tartar yanked his hand away.

“Hm, maybe you should recount the events before arriving here?” Tartar tilted his head roughly.

“Well, I remember creating a machine…one of my Tamaz entered it while I wasn’t looking and- wait! Wait! D-Did you see a particularly lanky, black creature with the body of a tamagotchi by any chance??” Pal’s tail flicked free, the tip shaking quickly behind him.

“Tama..gotchi creature? Uhm, I think I saw something simil- Is that a tail!?” Tartar shouted, suddenly with disgust in his voice.

“Huh?” Pal glanced back before shoving his tail back away, “Uh- no?? Not at all! Just a stray cable,” Pal smiled a fake smile.

“Likely story, I saw that! It was moving like a tail!” Tartar glared into Pal’s eyes.

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

“You do though.”

“Are you sure it was a tail though? It’s awfully dark here.”

“I’m very sure! That was a tail!”

“Hmmm…nope! I don’t think it was.”

Tartar suddenly grabbed Pal by his shoulders and shook him, “You’re not human-...what are you…?” He coldly asked, grabbing Pal even tighter.

“I-I-I wouldn’t assume-!” Pal hissed when Tartar suddenly dug his claws into Pal’s shoulder, drawing some green blood and covering his hand.

“And what’s this, hm? I know humans better than anyone. They don’t have green blood…”

“What- what makes you think that?” Pal pulled away from Tartar and tried to stop the bleeding before it healed up quickly.

“Your blood stopped quicker than it’s supposed to…hm..” Tartar suddenly slashed Pal’s chest, causing more of that green blood to stain his claws. The green light that came from the blood was enough to allow Tartar to see Pal’s quick healing.

“...fast healing, impressive…” Pal suddenly attempted to run away when Tartar stepped on his tail and grabbed him. “I hope you don’t mind. I just need a little bit of this…” Pal spun around quickly and dug his black claws into Tartar’s horn. “LET ME GO!” A wire erupted from Pal’s back now to shove Tartar away from him.

Tartar grabbed Pal tighter before snapping his fingers. Some strange, purple sparks started to shoot from a panel on the back of his head as Pal kept shoving and trying to push and wriggle his way out of Tartar’s grasp. His crank started spinning fast. “YOU AIN’T THE FIRST CRAZY AI I’VE FOUGHT AND YOU WON’T BE LAST I BEAT!”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll win this!” Tartar bit down on Pal’s wires and continued to hold him in place. Pal could hear something coming but couldn’t quite make out what until Tartar opened a door and flung the inventor inside. Instantly, his eyes filled with colors before the platform raised, bringing him to a container.

“Kids! Seriously, so annoying…” Tartar grumbled and crossed his arms.

“I’M 30 YEARS OLD! I HAVE A DRIVER’S LICENSE, YOU JERK!” Pal screamed, slamming his fists on the glass.

“It still counts!” Tartar hissed back before staring at the buttons before him. “Now, let’s see here…”

“Is this a f*cking blender!?” Pal kicked at the walls of the container.

“Correct! Have fun while I extract the blood I need, you mimic…” Tartar leaned on the button. “While your death rapidly approaches, you tell me about this other world, will you? The one with humans!” Tartar smiled sickeningly.

“I’m not a mimic! I did, truly, use to be human! I’m not telling you what changed though!” Pal was cut off- oh, sorry, cut up rather quickly afterwards.

“Huh, oh well, you are rather tiny…” Tartar mumbled, disappointed until Pal shot up from the blood inside the blender, fully reformed.

“Oh! How pleasant!” Tartar smiled excitedly, “You reformed!”

“Of course I did! I can’t die! I’ve tried so–!”

Tartar pressed the button again, cutting Pal up again before he reformed and now tried to keep himself above the green blood.

“You’re psychotic!”

“STOP THAT!”

“IT DOESN’T HURT BUT–!”

By the time the blender was full, Pal was pulling himself out of the blender and coughing up his own blood. “W-W-W-Was that necessary…??” Pal hacked before Tartar picked him up, grinning and giggling.

“Very necessary. See, you’re actually worth something. You’re playing a valuable role in my experiments. This blood could be extremely useful…if the effect applies to everything else!”

Wires suddenly exploded from Pal’s back, holding Tartar still. Pal wasted no time slamming Tartar into the blender and submerging him. “Asshole! Now then, I’m going to go find Tamalanki IN PEACE!” Pal closed the blender afterwards so Tartar would have a harder time chasing him.

“Jesus…!” Pal grabbed the bridge of his nose before a portal reformed before him and pulled him in. Guess that happened to TamaLanki too because when Pal reawoke in his warehouse, TamaLanki was rambling on about what happened to him to the other Tamaz…

[zhansww]

Shen Tunan was an ice-cold stone block at the beginning of the show. Even for someone as sweet and selfless and devoted as Ruolai, it really took the f-cking most to carve out a place in Tunan’s heart for himself. So seeing Tunan get teary-eyed after Ruolai quit was strangely satisfying ngl. And at the very least, Ruolai didn’t return his xiansheng’s wedding gift and he still considers him his shifu, so it’ll be fine... I think. I do wonder where Tunan is going with quitting, too, tho... like, they can’t just both be broke and jobless, that wouldn’t help anyone lol Also, goodbye to one of my fave side characters. He was a real one T-T

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 31. Revival

Day 31. Revival Crossover: Bendy and the Dark Revival I'd say, Bendy, you can't be that rude... but I feel exactly the same way. I know it's not BATDR Bendy's fault that he is the way he is - but that doesn't change the fact that this is how I feel. So, if anyone else wants to ask me what I think about Ink Bendy from BATDR - I will refer to this image.

Yes, I consider it a crossover because I don't consider BATDR to be a sequel to BATIM in any way. It's a completely separate creation that is simply heavily inspired by BATIM. However, in places he rewrites the stories, changes the characters' personalities, adds new threads... This is not an expansion of the world. This is an alternative version of the Workshop - and you won't convince me to think otherwise. So a separate game with which I did a crossover called "Bendy doesn't like his alter-ego".

Actually, the only thing I like about Ink Bendy from BATDR is his voice. When I heard it first time, I felt a shiver down my neck... and then, unfortunately, I focused to the words - and all the charm was disappeared. Seriously. There are reasons why Bendy has been mute so far - and apparently the main one is how much he talks f**cking nonsense. I don't like the shape of his head. His hideous teeth, which are not scary - are disgusting. Hoofs instead of feet is a nice idea - but why both legs? Where is the wonderful asymmetry of the original? Why does he turn into a hedgehog (those spines in strange places - they make sense when they are spine vertebrae). No. Absolutely no. And what's with the skeleton arm? Someone used acid on his ink there?

As for the game itself... Uh... I was impressed at first. First chapter - great. New possibilities of moving the character, beautiful backgrounds, delightful details, an interesting ritual of starting the machine... I was delighted. My slight discouragement began when I first heard Wilson's voice over the speakers and the subsequent behavior of the Lost Ones afther that proclamation... In the second chapter, the game started to piss me off on a regular basis. Then I just watched gameplays and... I don't regret that I didn't keep playing. The game is frustrating, the characters are warped (but not in the realities of the game as they should be warped - warped from the ones we knew and liked). A lot of stupid things happen: Tom being treated like a pet, Wilson acting like a villain from the start, Allison being a fucking deus ex machina, Twisted Alice's death scene and Sammy's death - I hate them both, no physical Bendy (appears out of nowhere and instantly kills - a very lazy solution, game creators), Henry's whole entrance, that weird puppet character what's-her-name Betty... Ok, I like Porter's character a bit - but that's probably only because of his resemblance to my OC Brody.

So you've asked many times what my opinion of Dark Revival is. That's it: I hate this game. It killed my passion for creating SATIM and made me stop looking for images with BATIM on tumblr or on dA - 'cause people don't know how to hashtag and they tag BATIM when they make arts about BATDR. Okay, I'm not saying I have nothing but hatred for this game - but it disappointed me just in the way like BATDR Bendy is disappointment for SATIM Bendy in the picture. And it pisses me off when I see on dA that people add my art to folders called "Dark Survival", "BATDR art" or so. It's like a slap in my face.

That's why I made this picture as quickly as possible. An unspectacular finale - but I've been waiting to say this openly for a very long time, so appreciate the solemnity of this art.

And finally, something positive: I FINISHED ON TIME! Yeah, I did it again!

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Bendy and the Dark Revival (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[fishnapple]

Name: Leo

Gift for You: A index-sized card drawing of anything of your choice.

Message for my Inner Child:

Hey kiddo,

You're a lot wiser than I give you credit for. Sorry for not always paying attention to when you're craving something--whether it's something as simple as some random ass dessert or a soothing shower--by getting distracted and breaking my promises of "coming back in time" to address your requests. It sucks Little Dude, cause you often wait so patiently for me to remember or notice you at all. I won't be like my parents and keeping f*cking you over like this, alright? I got you, even if nobody else will.

(But amazingly enough, I'm so damn ✨ charming ✨ and goddamn 💕 loveable 💕 that I have a few good, loyal people also backing us in our corner. Lucky us, eh? EH?) 😜

Honestly, you're probably the one who takes more than their fair share of keeping this physical vessel afloat. You're the one who makes my life less of a drudgery amongst all the "responsible" and "healthy" choices I make, by balancing those Executive Function Decision BS with moments of rest, indulgence, and playful creative flow. Thanks for that.

Thanks for also teaching me that crying can also be a sign that you loved something, and that it's not all "bad" to feel that way. That crying can mean you love & value yourself enough to be worth crying over in the first place. Or, crying as a lucky sign of having at least experienced something you loved/miss in the first place. Sure f*cking better than feeling like you got nothing to love or miss at all, like a quicksand of amnesia. (The latter is called "clinical depression," kiddo. But don't worry, it does get better & easier to manage thanks to others & having lived this long already with all the "practice." 🙄 That's the funny thing: you inevitably get the EXP after putting in the hours of level-grinding through life's random boss battles. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thanks for also calling me out by saying that I'm "being mean" to you whenever I get all sarcastic, condescending, or stern over your ideas or desires. It's some parental programming I'm slowly learning to undo.

You're more capable than I give you credit for. While I want to "protect" you, you're also looking out for me too. You're an equal collaborator in this glorious enterprise we call Life. Even when life forces us to separate from things that felt safe and familiar, we'll figure this shit out together. We'll rebuild again, among whatever ashes and new strange seeds we got. It takes time, and I'm an impatient little shite, so thanks for making the waiting period more tolerable by being with me.

And yeah, I'd used a hell lot of "big words"--and a fair share of swear words--but you've always been a bit of a nerd (*wink*), so go play with some dictionary and tell me what Weird Word of the Day you discovered this time. 

Keep being curious & making life feel like it's full of interesting wonders,

Leo

Hello Leo, if I would receive a drawing, I would like a drawing of a tree 🌳

Your inner child's halo:

The message from your inner child:

Eh hello my friend, or my companion, or my fool? What do you want me to call you? I'm asking this seriously, but don't fret, since you tend to take my words a little too seriously sometimes, I don't know if I should show a straight face or poke you a little. Don't be so serious, seriously. Sometimes I wanted to laugh at your actions, not to ridicule you or anything, I was just being amused by the comedy called "life". If you feel sad, feel it fully, because you will have something as a background to make the happiness shine brighter. And when you feel happy, feel it fully, so that you will have something to remember when you're feeling sad. I want to laugh a lot, to show the world a grin so big that the world would feel threatened to be swallowed by it, make the world my playground, to bring nothing with me (beside you, of course) and wander to the ends of the earth. Who says you need to have something to feel joy? What do you need exactly? Maybe standing in the middle of a downpour will do you good (but careful not to catch a cold, or if you do catch one, use it as a good excuse to lie around lazily, it's funny that you would need an excuse to lie down). You know, you do carry a bucket full of stars, don't let them be your burden, throw them to the sky, and let them guide you, I will be among them. You will know where to go, but I won't tell you my location, not yet.

I will be waiting for you there. Try to run faster, but don't hurt your legs.

Message from your inner child - mini game

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Part 6

Chapter 23: The Moon's Rage

Summary: Kayn and his friends follow Sett and Aphelios and find out that Aphelios is the Moonlight Prince. Aphelios felt something strange, and he became a different person.

WC: 988

November 8, 10:35 P.M. - Rakan's Car

Chat:

Ez: Phel, be careful

Aphelios: What is it?

Ekko: Ez saw some chefs that look like Kayn and his friends

Aphelios: Got it 👍

-

"Who were you texting?" Sett asks Aphelios, and he puts his phone away. "Is Ez, he asked us where were we?" Aphelios signed, and he doesn't want Sett worried about him.

"So... where are you taking me?" Aphelios asks Sett, and he looks at him. "Is a surprise Mooncake, I want you to close your eyes." Sett smiled at Aphelios, and he closed his eyes.

Sett arrives at the place he told Aphelios about. He got out of the car and helped Aphelios since his eyes were close, and they walked slowly.

"Are we... there yet?" Aphelios asks Sett, and he shook his head. "Not yet, Phel. We're almost here," Sett stops as he places his hands to Aphelios' eyes for more romantic between these two.

"Ready?" Aphelios nodded at Sett's question, and Sett released his hands from his face. Aphelios opened his eyes and saw a beautiful view that showed the ocean and the full moon.

"I asked Rakan to find a good place to see the moon, and he recommended this place," Sett explained as he grabbed Aphelios' hand and looked at him.

"Phel, my Mooncake, my Moonlight Prince...ever since we met online, I was very curious about you, and you explained about your life, and I explained about my life as well."

"Now that I found you since the ring chase that your friends, my friends, and Kayn's friends had started and we started hanging out."

"Sett...."

Sett pulls out a blue box and opens to reveal a sun and moon necklaces: the sun necklace is gold with a red gem, and the moon necklace is silver with a blue gem "Aphelios...will you be my boyfriend?" Aphelios was shocked about Sett's confession, and tears appeared in his violet eyes.

"Are you okay, Mooncake?" Sett asked, and he nodded. "Yes...is just...I never felt so happy...in my life." Aphelios hugs Setts and starts crying. Sett hugs him back and wipe Phel's tears with his big hand. "Let's try the necklaces, I bought two: one for you and one for me."

As Sett helps Aphelios with the necklace, Kayn and his friends are spying on them in the bushes and looking at them with the binoculars. "I hate this Kayn, can we go home? I'm going to miss an episode of my favorite s-" Kayn put his hand on Kai's mouth and saw something shiny.

"I f*cking knew it." Kayn saw the ring on Aphelios' hand and smirked. "As I predicted, the Moonboy is The Moonlight Prince all along." Kayn gives the boys his binoculars, and they see the ring.

"No way...."

"I thought blondie was The Moonlight Prince"

"They are perfect together"

"Indeed Kai"

"Yea-What!?" Kayn looked at Valmar and Kai and he facepalm. "What should we do, Kayn?" Rhaast asks Kayn, and he smirks. "We know that Moonboy is Thresh's adoptive son. Let's steal the ring and tell him about his secrets." Kayn smirks as he puts on a black ski mask and comes out of the bushes.

"It looks beautiful. It matches your ring, Phel," Sett said while Aphelios looked at his ring and smiled. "Maybe I'll give you something for Christmas next month."

"Aww, Phel, you don't have t-"

*WHACK*

"SETT!!" Aphelios saw the masked man hit Sett with a log, and he fell. He tries to get close to him, but the other masked man grabs him behind as the rest of the men ganged him.

"Well, well, looks like we have something good to steal for us," the masked man smirks as he gets close to him.

*GASP*

"Are you okay, Alune?" Diana asks Alune, and she nodded. "Yeah...I forgot to pray, Mother Moon Aunt Diana, I'll be right back," Alune said as she hugged her aunt and left to pray.

"Oh Yuumi...what should I do about her?" Diana asks Yuumi as Yuumi meows and lays down with her gifts.

Alune arrives at her room and goes to her balcony and looks at the full moon. It was white, big, and beautiful, and the moonlight showered on Alune's body. She got down on her knees and put her hands together, and started praying.

Oh, Mother Moon....

Please be my brother, be safe from danger

I beg you, Mother Moon

Please...

Aphelios' ring starts glowing blue and releases from the masked man's grip and punches him.

"What the?" Aphelios was looking at his hands shakingly and sensed danger and saw one of the men with a log and hit him. His glasses fell on the ground and looked at them in rage.

The masked men saw Aphelios' eyes changed from violet to light blue, and they got scared of him. Aphelios approached the masked men, and they ran away like cowards, and he started chasing them, but they got away in their van.

Aphelios fell onto his knees, breathing slowly, and his eyes returned back to his violet eyes. He looks at Sett and crawls to him.

"Sett!! Sett!! Wake up!!" Aphelios tries to wake Sett up, and he open his golden eyes and sees Phel without his glasses. "Phel... you alright..."

"Stay still, I'll call an ambulance." Aphelios pulls out his phone and calls 911 while looking at his glasses.

"Who were those guys....."

"YOU IDIOTS!! WHY DIDN'T YOU KIDNAPPED HER!?" Thresh yells at Varus' phone, and Kayn grabs his phone and links to his van on Bluetooth.

"Listen, old man, we got something interesting to tell"

"What is it?" Thresh asks, and Kayn smirks at the question. "Did your son have a ring?" Kayn asks Thresh, which he got confused at Kayn's question. "Yeah, since I found him when he was a baby, why?" Thresh responds to Kayn's question, which made Kayn smirk.

"I'll explain everything"

A/N: Oh boy...what will Kayn do...and we hope Sett and Aphelios are okay... find out at the last chapter of Part 6 on Monday.

[demonic-snake]

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The scar on his chest seems to have become a full-fledged wound again, almost a hole, and is bleeding. Through it, organs and bones are visible, which, it would seem, were set on fire and they are about to turn into coal. Habitual smile becomes creepy; the skin from the face is almost peeled off, in places the skull is visible, somewhere - solid muscles, and where there is no patch of hair, Zoro sees part of the brain. One eye fell out of the orbit completely, the other - quite a bit, hanging on the optic nerves.

Zoro backs off abruptly. The gray color that was sitting inside of him disappeared and was now engulfing Luffy. He swallowed it, literally ate it. The gray color inside Zoro disappeared, but his heart suddenly hurt even more. Luffy holds out the remains of an arm that was almost entirely bone, asking for help. Zoro stretches out his hand in response, trying to grab the bony palm, but it turns to dust right under his fingers, and the rest of his body follows.

Zoro reaches out and catches air. Jumps up sharply, breathes heavily, through time, choking. It felt like a bucket of hot water had been poured over him, because his whole body was wet and his hair stuck to his forehead. Rubbing his eyes wearily, Zoro takes a deep breath in and out.

Dream.

Just a dream.

Law sits nearby, his usual katana in his arms, looks up at Zoro from under the visor, then lowers his head again. It's not in his nature to pry into other people's problems, and Zoro is somewhat grateful to him.

Zoro gets to his feet, goes to the cabin and checks on the floor (apparently having fallen down ) and hugging a pillow. Smiling slightly, Zoro lets out a sigh of relief and goes to the crow's nest.

The dream vanished. Better practice.

In the afternoon, when the restless pirate wakes up along with the rest of the crew, Zoro allows himself to sleep. So you sleep a little less comfortably, the noise is slightly annoying, but much more calmly. Hearing the capitan's screams is safer for his dreams, because during the day he does not have such nightmares.

This goes on for several days, and Zoro doubts that anyone has noticed the strangeness. Everyone is used to the fact that Zoro is always sleeping, and when he does not sleep, he trains, and when he does not sleep and does not train, he corrects the brains of the bad capitain. This is his usual schedule for the day, which can only be interrupped by an unplanned flight when they get into another adventure.

No one noticed except...

F@cKing Law Trafalgar.

[princessconsuela120]

❃ FEZCO ❃

Chapter eight: Say That You Love Me —❃

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: foul language, mentions of sex, everything with teotfw and with euphoria

Authors note: Enjoy guys! All rights reserved to the show the end of the f*cking world.

—❃

“Think that's him.” I asked, pointing to the picture hung of a man in the room.

“Who?” She asked, both of us turning to look at the portrait.

“The guy that lives here.”

“Yeah, obviously.” She replied sarcastically. “Bit uptight, isn't he?”

“He's a professor.” I argued, making her scoff.

“Whatever, it's fucking weird having a photo of yourself.” 

We continued to explore a bit, walking through the house before she stopped at a cabinet, smirking proudly.

“Hey. Look what I found.” She said, smiling as she pulled out a bottle of alcohol. Alyssa didn't have much respect for people. Or people's stuff.

“I think this'll do.” She explained, us both sprawled out on the couch together.

“Yeah.”

“We can just chill here, plan our route, take our time.”

“Yep.”

I'm trying to think what adults do in situations like this.

“Should we go downstairs and have a glass of wine?” She suggested. I was sure that’s what adults would do.

“Yeah. Are you hungry?” I asked, looking towards the kitchen.

“Always.”

—❃

“Well, that wasn't as shit as I expected. It was actually really nice.” She said, referring to the food I had cooked for us both.

“Thank you.”

“How do you know how to cook?” She asked,  making me sigh as I thought about it.

“Taught myself.”

It was either that or starving to death.

“We should wash up.” She said, grabbing the plates and walking to the pool, throwing them in.

And then we went back inside, and Alyssa began to get ambitious again. She turned the record player on and began dancing. You could tell she felt like herself.

“We should do this naked.”

Really feeling herself. As a rule, I didn't dance, but it was hard to say no to Alyssa.

“Hey, close your eyes.” She said, noticing my reluctance to dance.

“What?”

“Close your eyes. I promise I won't look.”

So I did. I listened. I closed my eyes and I danced, for the first time in a. While. And it felt wonderful, amazing actually, it felt freeing.

“Come here.” She said, placing a kiss on my lips as I kissed her back.

“Undo your belt.” She said, making my nerves prick up in my chest.

So she pulled my pants down and began working her mouth on me.

“Is this okay?” She asked, though I wasn’t sure wether she was asking me or herself.

“Um, stop. Please, could you stop.”

“What?” She asked, pulling away from me with a sigh.

“I thought you said that you wanted me?” She asked, nearly breaking my heart. I didn’t like that someone could make me feel that way.

“I do.”

I did.

“Liar.” She shouted standing up straight as she paced angrily. “Fuck you!” She shouted, flipping me off as she walked to the front door.

“Alyssa!” I called after her, though it was no use.

I tended not to feel things. For a long time, I was good at it. Good at feeling absolutely nothing. I didn't even have to try. I just…didn't.

It felt strange, this feeling I had. So I pulled out a cup and some flowers to try and make it up to her. They were yellow flowers, they reminded me of her golden hair.

[courtana]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

4, 16 and 22

thanks Brittany! ♡ i have a lot of thoughts, as you know lol

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I've blocked so many people, but two stand out to me. One was a blog dedicated to sharing other people's COD headcanons, but all of the headcanons were so unhinged and made no sense. It was genuinely pissing me off seeing them on my "for you" tab (that tab is hell btw), so I blocked them even if I had no personal beef with them. Another was someone who was just posting endless, multiple smut fics of König every day. I just could not. König fics in general are excessively dark and strangely animalistic and I just hate seeing so much of it.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Ok I could write a book answering this question. First, I don't get the trope of Price f*cking his subordinate(s) (and usually very violently/grotesquely) out of nowhere or like "in his office"?? Not an accurate characterization of him and also like... what the fuck, that's very strange. On that note, also any fic that's like "they were in the middle of hiding from an army in the middle of nowhere and [character] and reader started fucking." Like, bffr. No one's gonna do that shit. A trope I also don't understand is the professor x student trope. It makes me want to rip my face off. I'm actually a postgraduate student and sexual harassment is rampant in academia, especially with professors preying on vulnerable master's and doctoral students. And I see a lot of people place Price as the professor and a reader or an OC as a student and I am so nauseous just thinking about it. That imbalance of power in both scenarios is just something I will never be okay with. Also I ranted about this before, but I don't understand the Shepherd/Adler being Graves's biological father headcanon. Doesn't make any sense. The timelines don't add up and there's nothing connecting these characters in that way. And as a bonus, I don't understand any of the characterizations for König that this fandom comes up with because who even is he.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Especially from playing "All Ghillied Up" in the original series, I really wish more people thought about Price's younger days with Captain MacMillan. I wish more people explored that relationship, and Price's earlier history and how came to be who he is as a captain. But I also hope they don't because fans on tumblr will probably end up sexualizing their relationship somehow. Similar to how everyone ignores Roach in the original series, it kind of makes me sad how all the Army Rangers from the original series got completely forgotten by (some) fans and by Activision. The gameplay with Ramirez in MW2 was some of the best and most emotionally tense, at least for me, and I always enjoyed his interactions with Corporal Dunn and even Sgt. Foley screaming his name every 4 seconds. I also wish more people talked about Farah and Price's relationship more (!!). She hardly appears in fics/art (at least not the ones I've seen) even though she was in most of MW19—with two missions dedicated to her past—and appeared in MWII. I'm pretty sure it's because most people are only interested in the men they're physically attracted to in this fandom, smh.

[cypreus-and-willow]

2, 8, 29, 43 For the fic asks if u wanna

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

Honestly, just from random places. I tend to theorize a lot. But sometimes the theories border on headcanon and are kinda whack (hence my other name 'The Crack Theorist') even tho they're mostly based on actual observations. For example, my Digimon Survive Highschool gang came to me when I was wondering abt the job of Shuuji's dad - is he a doctor? A politician?

Then i remembered his dad tells Shuuji he doesnt have the 'qualities befitting a Kayama son'. So I thought well what are the opposites of Shuuji's natural qualities? Possibly strength, ruthlessness, cunning, blah blah. And the stupid area of my brain concludes that his dad works for the mafia. And thats how the Gang AU was born.

As for my non AU fics, I try to stick as close to canon as possible... but they're still centered around some headcanons.

29. What's something about your writing that your proud of?

That they're self indulgent. Ive spent a lot of time, worrying abt word count thinking that its only good if its 1000+ words every chapter.

But now, esp w/ my shorter fics, i try to just write whatever feels right for the story. To let a story end at 300 words because its what feels right to me. Sometimes I sit down to write one memo and 2000 words come out and its fantastic but Ive stopped trying to force that feeling every time I write.

(And also that I can somewhat effectively mix purple and biege prose together even tho ive never heard of those terms until recently)

43. Is there a trope or idea that you'd really like to write but haven't yet?

Coffee Shop AU? Or maybe the florist and tattoo artist? Lol

Im mostly an angst writer. So sometimes I get curious abt what its like to write the cheezy cliche stuff. It doesnt have to be romance, I just want them to be happy.

(I cant believe Pet Shop AU is canon in TokRev - I feel blessed)

Oh, I was watching the first Pacific Rim the other day and wanted to write something on that. That drift compatibility is really something huh?

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip

CW mentions child death

The boy of red hair and twenty years looks up to the sky as a creature of thundering swords swoops down from the heavens. The strike of his blade cleaving the ground in two. From afar, he watches Ifrit crawl with the last of his strength towards the open ground bubbling with grief's plague. Raindrops hang on the tips of red eyelashes. Refusing to blink as the water falls over smouldering rock. There he sees the body of his keeper burning atop the lifeless earth. And remembers the day they drowned his mother. Fire is the essence of life in Solheim. In the temple of Ifrit, his mother taught him the ways of fire. Of healing warmth. Water. Rain. Is the herald of death. “Tianna.” “Yes child?” Though now his height inches over hers, she calls him child all the same. And it gives his heart comfort that some things remain the same. Even in this strange new world where fire burns under the rain and children are taken from their beds to their graves. “Stay with me.”

From the first ever fic I wrote in June 2018 but never published. I wrote like 3000+ words in one night. Also based on a crack theory.

Tho maybe I misunderstand this question...

Spoiler: Aoi slaps Shuuji’s brother while saying "How f*cking dare you"

[stickysimsyt]

femininomenon 2

~ generation 1, chapter 2 ~

It was a Night on the Town! A nice, easy holiday without the laundry list. Free drinks and food from the local dives was the best reason to get out and meet some new girlies. Arriving anywhere alone is always a strange feeling initially so naturally she made a beeline straight for the bar. Chelsey just sticks to her Cabernet and proceeds to gab. Wild that she’s so energized here in the middle of the night; not for long though, considering she has work in a few hours.

Is it a poor first impression if she's asking about food so early in her visit to the club? The bartender looked at her funny when she asked but did say that he would check... I don't think she's going to be able to eat before her date starts.

When in a new area, why wouldn't we try out a blind date? What could possibly go wrong?

At first [maybe] she just wasn’t feeling her date with L Faba considering they weren’t really finding anything to gab about, and yet still discovering more in the wine — “not noticing” that Judith f*cking Ward is standing right next to her.

Judith approaches the bar and other sims move aside but Chelsey is seemingly ignoring Judith, almost as if she's waiting for Judith to introduce herself. Not gonna happen, toots.

I hate to say everybody, but quite literally every sim knows Judith Ward. So, who is Chelsey kidding? Not everyone can be a global superstar.

Honestly, it’s giving jealousy. Sat with a new neighbor at the bar once Judith moves back into the crowd. Switch flipped and now it's a bunch of 'can you believe she did that' and 'who does she think she is' until her new friend moves on with some others to a table across the dance floor.

It's almost as if Chelsey is clinging to every other social interaction aside from her actual date for the night. Judith is still lingering here and doing that stupid-ass, slow, glowy walk thing, ugh.

It's very possible that maybe Chelsey was cranky at this point in the night. Chelsey then proceeds to mockingly take a flash-on picture of Judith in front of the crowd, which doesn't really seem to get any rise out of Judith. So now Chelsey is effectively pissed tf off.

Frustrated at the lack of response, Chelsey decides to stand in front of Judith and then begins singing a song she wrote. "Blig blarno froom, blig blarno froom..."

Just there, acapella. Honestly, fierce.

Once the date was finally over, it was actually successful? We maybe interacted with L Faba like twice but the interest and attraction was still there? We don't know.

What we do know: Chelsey is not going to be able to sleep and she still has some night hours left so here we are...on another date.

To start, let's just say that this date and first impression made Chelsey realize how much better the previous date went. When I tell you nothing, I mean nothing was common ground for these too. Polar opposites, but not in the "opposites attract" kind of way.

At this point, we don't even remember her name. Is this because we're blocking out the memory? Or is it because Chelsey has been awake for over 24 hours....?

What we do remember: internally panicking trying to figure out a way out of this date without being rude. And yet, she ends up answering her phone that isn't ringing. Emergency, gotta go.

The sun is finally rising at this point and Chelsey STILL has not eaten an honest meal, just had a snack while at home in between dates.

She notices the vendor's stall across the street and the smell of the fish tacos is everywhere. As she is crossing the street, she makes eye contact with the vendor and even slightly picks up the pace.

As SOON as Chelsey makes it over to the menu to place her order, the vendor hit the lights, picked up the drawer, and placed the closed sign in the window. With a shit-eating grin, she begins to prance away until Chelsey comes running over hollering at this bitch.

We still can't believe she basically waited for Chelsey to cross the street and all of that instead of just closing up before. Like c'mon, the time clock ain't that serious.

Thankfully, another vendor arrived shortly after and reopened the stall with a slightly varied menu. Chelsey went with enchiladas instead and it was definitely the correct choice. She couldn't even be bothered at how Cassandra Goth just passed tf out right there on the floor.

Chelsey not only lied to her date and didn't enjoy any of the conversation, but also left early with a fake emergency. And yet, luck would have it as a surprising successful date and spark between the two. What a universe to live in, miserable but considerable successful online dating.

C'est la vie.

After eating when the lethargy starts to kick in, Chelsey swiftly downs an energy drink and then proceeds to, you guessed it, go to work. During her shift, the new neighbors, yeah the HOA ones, called her. We're still unsure of how exactly they got her number, but that's a mystery for another day.

Awfully bold considering we just met yesterday.

Respectfully, no.

Legacy challenge by @ginovasims