#and how anyone can be turned into predator or prey in the right (or wrong) circumstances

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 328

Adjective: Violent

Noun: Teeth

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Violent: using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something; (especially of an emotion or unpleasant or destructive natural force) very strong or powerful; (of a color) vivid; (law) involving an unlawful exercise or exhibition of force

Teeth: a set of hard, bony enamel-coated structures in the jaws of most vertebrates, used for biting and chewing; hard, pointed structures in invertebrate animals, typically functioning in the mechanical breakdown of food; genuine force or effectiveness of a body or in a law or agreement; the projecting parts on a tool or other instrument, especially a series that functions or engages together, such as cogs on a gearwheel or points on a saw or comb; the projecting parts on an animal or plant, especially jagged or dentate rows on the margin of a leaf or shell; an appetite or liking for a particular thing; roughness given to a surface to allow color or glue to adhere

[fortunxa]

Physical affection with Jinx

H E A D C A N O N S

╰┈➤ requested

Jinx x fem!reader

cw: mentions of nsfw, hallucinations

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Jinx is such a touch-starved girl.

She doesn’t shy away from physical contact, but paradoxically, it can catch her off-guard if she’s not the one initiating it—blame it on her childhood.

As you get to know her, start off gently with some light taps that get her attention.

She’ll often nudge your shoulder, drag her nails across your arm or leg as you’re talking, doodle on your skin, or simply grab your hand as she’s excitedly leading you somewhere.

Jinx is just so curious as to how you’d react, testing the waters.

But once you gain her trust, her innocent touches turn into proper hugs. And I don’t mean duvet-like embraces that let you breathe, but cocoon ones where you can feel every ounce of her as she holds you tightly.

This is the moment you realize she’s now afraid of losing you.

Those hugs come unexpectedly, like a predator pouncing on its prey, and you often stumble from her sheer force.

She’s definitely a waist/torso hugger, and believe it or not, it’s not because of her height but because she genuinely feels safer that way.

Shoulder hugs are traps, so be prepared for a paint bomb to find itself attached to your back.

She will be impressed if you can throw her over your shoulder.

Loves piggyback rides.

Pinky promises. It’s a childish gesture but one that holds enormous significance to her. She would link her finger with yours with those wide, innocent eyes. No take-backs.

– “You know that’s legally binding, right?”

If you’re her first kiss—which, let’s be honest, you probably are—her Jinx persona is nowhere to be found. It’s Powder now, and she’s so cautious as she closes the distance.

Her lips ghost over yours so lightly it almost tickles, but you let her take her time as she grapples with the newfound closeness. You don’t rush her, and when she finally kisses you, it’s slow and tentative. She wants to feel and analyze everything.

– “Was that good?”

As she gains confidence, she starts experimenting with the mix of sensations.

She’s attentive to your reactions, and she soon finds all of your sweet spots.

Will randomly kiss you, and it doesn’t matter where or when.

Forehead kisses, angel kisses, kisses on your neck, earlobes, stomach, hips, thighs… You name it. She adores every single one of them.

She’s the type to swap a piece of candy or gum through a kiss.

Jinx is all about PDA. She wants everyone to know you’re hers.

Hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys.

Unfortunately, when the wrong people figured out that you’re her partner, it did get you kidnapped once as a way to undermine Silco. Take Jinx’s favorite person away, and she becomes erratic, unfit to carry out his plans.

Heavy on ‘once’ because the hell she brought them was enough to terrify anyone else with the same strategy.

The number of explosions that day alerted Piltover itself.

Talking to Silco and/or Sevika? She’s holding your hand, slightly pushing you behind her in a protective manner. Neither of them approves of your relationship, they deem it a distraction.

Much to Silco’s dismay, she will drag you into most of their private meetings and fidgets with your fingers if she gets bored.

You’re ordering at the bar? She’s either behind you with her arms around your waist or next to you with her hand on your hip as she’s pulling you closer.

You’re on a mission together? There she is, fighting back-to-back with you so she knows you’re there, unharmed. If you’re separated, she can’t concentrate properly anymore, and she keeps seeking you out in between firing her gun. She’s prioritizing your safety over anything else, which has gotten her injured quite a few times.

She insists that she can patch up her wounds herself, but once you see that goddamn stapler approaching a gash, you’re frantically snatching it away from her hands.

You tend to her injuries in such a caring and gentle way that it brings tears to her eyes.

At first, you’re worried you went too deep with the needle as you were stitching her cuts.

– “What’s wrong? Did that hurt? I’m so sorry–”

– “No one has ever done that for me before.”

Whenever the roles are reversed, and you’re the injured one, she’s in a frenzy. She’s muttering to herself as she grabs the first aid kit.

Stern face and furrowed brows, but despite it all, she tries to be delicate—‘tries’ because the voices are making her movements jerky.

– “Are you crazy?! What were you thinking? No, no, she wasn’t thinking at all…”

She will absolutely kiss your wound better afterward.

Cuddle time on her couch after a long day.

She loves it when you sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style to lay her down.

She likes to be the little spoon but face toward you because your scent and the sound of your heartbeat calm her down.

Occasionally, she’ll be the big spoon to switch it up and make you feel secure, too.

Your presence helps with her night terrors, and she sleeps more often with you around.

But you always wake up with her hair in your mouth, her elbow on your face, and covers on the ground, and she’s snoring—occasionally drooling—in a starfish position.

– “Where the fuck did your pillow go?”

Morning kisses!!!

Morning sex.

Showering and taking baths together.

Hygiene isn’t a big thing in Zaun (shocker), so when you have time to get clean, you do it together. Washing each other’s hair, trying to get all the grime—and occasionally blood—out.

It’s a tender moment that turns entertaining—or sexual—rather quickly.

You’re washing off, and you turn around to see Jinx with a bubble beard, her face completely stoic. She starts pretending to be a Piltovan man as you’re laughing.

Or she’ll come up behind you and press her soapy body to yours as her fingers dip inside you.

Physical affection while she’s working on a project can go two ways:

When she’s confident in her work: She loves having you close, whether it’s by having you sit on her lap and vice versa or grabbing your hands for an impromptu dance break when she’s feeling her playlist. She’s babbling about her ideas and designs, explaining each step as you play with her braids.

When she’s experimenting: Do not come close or she’ll scream. She’ll be too scared to have you near in case she messes up an equation and causes an explosion. She will actually make you go elsewhere as a precaution. But she’ll be more than happy to show you her progress after!

You love painting each other’s nails, but she often chips hers.

She straddles you as she does your makeup and vice versa.

Will use her own saliva to clean up any messes.

Jinx absolutely adores trying out new looks on you, and she treats you like her human canvas.

Not only with makeup but with markers and paint, too.

She will draw out tattoo ideas and judge each placement.

Speaking of tattoos, you constantly trace hers with a light touch that sends shivers down her spine.

Brushing and playing with each other’s hair. She actually melts in your hands once you take her braids out and start massaging her scalp.

Will bite your arm out of excitement. The urge to chomp is just too great.

You comfort her differently depending on how bad her episode gets:

You either hold her impossibly close, hiding her face in your chest as you stroke her hair and start humming or talking about something she loves to ground her.

If she gets to a point where you can’t even approach without her backing away—or worse, getting violent—you dim every bright light and reduce any other stimuli. You don’t call her by her name—neither Jinx nor Powder—as both can trigger her even more. She will use some of her bombs to try and muffle the voices with the sounds of explosions, but you do hide any other weapons. You don’t talk too much or too loudly to not confuse her even more. Once she’s calm enough, it’s back to scenario number 1.

You’re both crying by the time her episode ends.

– “Please… Tell me you’re real.”

Jinx is so in tune with your emotions, and contrary to popular belief, she’s very empathetic.

She notices any tone or mood changes immediately.

If you’re mad at something or someone, she’ll be mad with you, if not even madder. You have her unconditional support because her trinket can do no wrong. She’s tracing her nails down your back or stroking your thigh as you’re rambling.

– “And then Sevika called me incompetent. Can you fucking believe it? How was I supposed to know that they put the shimmer there?!”

– “Sevika’s a bitch. That barrel was totally in your way.”

If you’re mad at her, she’ll spiral. You want to leave to cool down? Nuh-uh. She’s holding you so tightly, shaking like a leaf, that it makes your anger dissipate.

– “Don’t leave me, toots. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.”

If you’re sad or crying, she cups your face in her hands and makes you look at her as she praises you. She wipes every tear away. This is also the only other time she will reach for a hug over your shoulders/around your neck—no paint bombs included. She just wants to cradle your head and soothe you.

[sanjoongie]

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𐂂Pairing: White Tiger! Hybrid Reader (f) x Spotted Deer! Hybrid San 𐂂Au: Hybrid au 𐂂Trope: best friends to lovers 𐂂Genre: smut, pwp 𐂂Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact! 𐂂Summary: one day you pick up your best friend after a long day of work and can't help but smell his arousal. then you pounce 𐂂Word Count: 1 811 𐂂Warnings: hand job, oral (m), praise kink (m), dom! Reader, sub! San, cum eating 𐂂Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for being hardworking beta readers. @starlitmark because you gotta tag the hybrid queen when you write one 𐂂divider credit to @cafekitsune

San opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into your car. He smelled like cotton candy and whiskey, which was exactly like the strip club that he bartended for smelled like. “Hey,” San murmured tiredly.

“Hi Sannie!” You greet him in the driver’s seat. You always picked him up after his late Saturday night shift, insisting that he should never have to worry about anything after. “How was work?”

“Fine,” San rubbed a hand over his face, “I’m starving.”

“Oh!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees to reach into the backseat. “I brought you a yummy salad, let me grab it.”

San watched with large eyes as your tail perked up at your excitement. Your tail raised the skirt you were wearing and bared the back of your thighs for his viewing pleasure. He watched at how the body glitter that you dusted over yourself all the damn time glimmered in the late-night light. What would it feel like to fuck his dick between those thighs? Would his dick get covered with glitter too? San shook his head to clear it. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friend. This wasn’t right.

You sat down, breathless and happy. Your nostrils flared and then you dropped open your mouth, so the smells could hit the roof of your mouth. You closed your mouth and narrowed your eyes at San. “What's wrong?”

San’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked out the window. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did you get a lap dance from one of those dirty bunnies?” You snarled, eyes scanning the front door for the mentioned strippers. You leaned across the car, placing a hand on his thigh. When San’s muscle contracted instinctively upon your touch, your nails dug into the sensitive flesh there, and he yelped softly.

San’s spotted deer ears rotated anxiously. “I didn't! I pinky swore I wouldn't, remember?”

Your head turned sharply and San sucked in his breath. He'd never been more aware that you were a predator animal and he was prey than in this moment, with your slitted eyes sharp and on him. “That's right. For your own good too. I know some panthers who have caught some itchy bugs from those dumb bunnies. I won't let that happen to you, Hart.” You bit down on your lower lip, staring at him fondly after saying your nickname for him. “But I would like you to answer my original question.”

“N-nothing is wrong!” San stuttered.

San squeaked when you grabbed his antlers firm with both hands, holding his head in place. They were velvety and hard under your skin. “I can smell how wet you are right now, San.”

San whimpered at your dirty words. “Even the back of your thighs are glittery,” he whispered in a slight pout.

“Oh.” You stare at him, blinking a few times. “Yeah. I was out earlier. Stalking night.”

“Oh.” San’s oh sounded desolate. “Did you get anyone good?”

“No.” You studied San’s face like it had all the answers. “Why does it matter that my legs have glitter?”

San’s face began to redden. He sputtered through his sentence. “You get it all over me and I can never get them off of me, you know how much I hate that!”

You half-smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because everyone always asks if it's from my girlfriend and I have to tell them no, I don't have a leggy doe waiting for me--” San gasped as your nails dug into his scalp, at the base of his antlers. 

You smiled regretfully and removed your hands, gently rearranging San’s hair. “I'm sorry.”

San suddenly wished he hadn't snapped at you. Your presence was missed immediately. “No--I--don't mean--you just!!”

You sit properly and re-belt yourself into your seat. “I should get you home.”

The ride is so silent, it's painful. You turn on some music and San can't help but hum along to your music. He knew all your favorites, watched as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly to the beat. He watched the street lights travel over the plane of your face as you took him home. He loved the quiet moments during the night like this, well usually, but tonight it wasn't comfortable.

You parked your car and sighed. “Special delivery,” You said half-heartedly and San’s heart contracted.

“Kitten…” Where could San even start?

“Nevermind I asked,” You said in a clipped tone, “I had no right.”

“I don't…” San couldn't falter, he had to keep going forward. “I don't want a leggy doe at home. By the way,” he said in a breathy voice.

You rubbed your lips together, eyes watching the neon light across the road run through its pattern. “No? Maybe a plump bunny, huh?”

“I want a lovable tiger who would stay up late just to drive me home and make sure I'm safe,” San corrected you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?!” San cried out immediately.

“Everyone knows predator and prey couples never work out,” You reply flatly.

“That's not true!” San protested. “Just because your kind used to dig your fangs into my kinds neck--”

Your sharp intake of breath in response went over San's head. “San!”

“--and used to eat our flesh!”

You licked your lips, eyes glancing down towards the smell you had long ago identified as San’s precum.

“Doesn't mean tigers and deer couldn't be together! Romantically!” San finished his rant.

“San?”

“I'm right and if you're too brainwashed I can say it again!” San insisted.

“San!”

“What?!” San yelled back at you.

“Can I suck you off?”

San almost melted into the seat right then and there. “Wh-what?”

“I dunno what you were doing earlier but I can smell your arousal. I can tell you’re turned on. I want to pop your cock in my mouth and--” A low growl emitted from the back of your throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me Choi San.”

“Me?!” San’s eyebrows furrow in frustration? You’re the one that insists on wearing short skirts and don’t bother with the tail slot! You know how many times I’ve seen your underwear because of that damn tricky tail of yours?!”

A slow smile began to bloom on your face. “You like when my tail raises my skirt?”

San swallowed hard, his pulse speeding up. He knew that face. “Yes. No. What are you doing?”

You got on your hands and knees and turned towards San. Your knees were still on your seat and your hands were on the center console. Your ass raised up behind you and your tail lifted out of the way--essentially causing your skirt to fall up your back and expose your ass and underwear. “Let me suck your cute little dick, San,” You purred.

“I-it’s not cute!” San protested, the pout back again, “Don’t say that!”

Your nails dug into the center console, kneading and adding marks. “Let me find out then. Prove me wrong.”

San’s lips pressed together. His eyes flitted about. It was so early in the morning that the rest of the world was still asleep but that didn’t dismiss the fact that the two of you were parked on the side of the street and anyone could see you two. His tail fluttered nervously between the small of his back and the seat. Fuck.

“Fine. Yes. But my place is right there! Kitten!”

You ignored San’s protests as soon as he gave you the green light to suck him off. Your nails made quick work of his pants and soon you were pulling down his leather pants and underwear to reveal his cock. It was only a semi-chubby but it was cute. You cooed at it for a moment before pinching it between your fingers, playing with the head to get San harder. You licked your lips in anticipation of having him in your mouth. He was going to taste so good with his vegetarian diet. Prey lovers were so delicious.

San’s whimper caught in the back of his throat and his back arched into your touch. You were teasing him and tears beaded at the corner of his eyes immediately. “D-don’t,” he whimpered.

You stopped, his dick between your still fingers and you cocked your eyebrow. “Don’t?”

San’s pout deepened. “Don’t tease me.” When your features didn’t smooth out, he uttered a “please” to his previous statement.

You giggled and San’s dick twitched. “You’re cute, Sannie.”

“I’m not cute!” San objected.

“So fucking cute,” You murmured to yourself and dipped your head down even lower to take him in your mouth finally. 

For a fucking deer hybrid, San sure was thick. You didn’t struggle getting him into your mouth, his length wasn’t something to scream about but the girth! He was thick and it somehow matched him perfectly. You bobbed up and down on him and San let out another delectable noise, desperate and needy. 

Your mouth was so wet and hot around him, your tongue swirling around his head, already sensitive from when you played with him. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you were sucking him off. “Wait-wait! I’m gonna--not so rough!” San swallowed loudly again, barely containing a groan escaping his lips.

You didn’t listen to a word he said, determined to get him to squirt into your mouth. You wanted him sated and vulnerable. Everything in your predator body said that this was the way. You worked your lips up and down his mouth, rough tongue playing with the slit of his cock and soon San’s hands were on the top of your head, holding you down as he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, his sperm tasting wonderfully of the fruits he consumed regularly. It was worth it all. 

You lifted off of him, wiping some cum that had attempted to escape the corners of your lips, and drank in the sight of San post-orgasm. He was panting, his pink lips barely parted to allow for the air to move between them. His eyes were hooded and he was whimpering. 

You leaned over and kissed him, tangling your tongue with his so that he could taste himself. It gave you some perverse pleasure when he made a noise of protest but soon allowed himself to be lulled into the kiss. While he was distracted, you unbuttoned his vest a fraction and rubbed your hand along his upper body. 

San was going to be pissed when he found the glitter later but you’d let your future self deal with the repercussions. He didn’t know you wore the glitter to effectively mark him, warning everyone else off of him until you could get him to a good place mentally to capture him. It was cute that he thought he was talking you into being with him.

[hauntedhokage]

Day 30: Blood/Gore/Costumes

Geto/F!Reader/Gojo

summary: a halloween party goes wrong while you’re getting railed on the balcony by one of your boyfriends. He just won’t tell you which one he is until the game has ended

word count: 1.7k 

content warnings: established poly relationship, predator/prey dynamic, mentions of murder/bodies, knife play with reader being cut,

They had chosen to wear matching costumes, both dressed like the serial killer from the popular horror movie that had come out recently and Shoko’s party had been the perfect place to debut them for your busy Halloweekend. You’d opted for a sexy cat costume, planned with Shoko to be a cat and mouse duo that Gojo had loved from the moment you mentioned that being the plan. Geto was a bit wary of how much skin the costume showed, but eventually your pout and reminder that you were very much an adult had him backing off to let you do your thing. He’d be with you all weekend anyway, so if anyone got too close he’d handle it - there was nothing a good punch to the face couldn’t fix. 

“See, Geto, we look so hot,” Shoko teases when your trio enters her house, something that you know has Suguru rolling his eyes behind the mask as Shoko pokes at both of their chests to make sure she got the right one. “Now let’s go drink.”

You’re not sure when you get separated from your boys, but you’re happy to relax out on the balcony with Shoko and share a cigarette as you escape the house that was way too hot. The alcohol and mass of body heat had begun to be too much, which had her leading you out to get you some fresh air after Haibara had pointed out that you were looking like you were unwell. 

“Alright, pretty girl, let me find one of those goofs so they can get their little drunk home.” The comment has you nodding, agreeing to stay put at her request so you’d be easier for them to find. 

“Hey,” you hear one of their modulators a few minutes later, and you turn to smile at whatever one you’d gotten to come get you. You’d sobered up a bit, so you have no issue when gloved hands come to rest on your sides that were left uncovered by your skimpy costume. “Feeling okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, letting him back you into the railing to trap you. “Wanna fuck me in your costume?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You don’t like that you can’t kiss any part of him due to how covered he was, but that doesn’t stop you from undoing his belt and reaching into his pants to his already half hard cock and smiling up at him when he sighs. You’d already been fucked by them earlier in the evening before leaving for this party, so you only needed to get him ready - something that doesn’t take long as he grinds into your hand. You’re pushing his pants down a bit when you feel he’s ready, and he’s pushing your bodysuit to the side before ripping at your fishnets to get the access he needed before lining up his tip with your entrance. You were already wet, the costumed sex and voice modulator turning you on more than you’d thought it would, which makes it easy for him to push into your waiting hole with a groan. Your hands grip his jacket, feeling something damp but you’re not concerned since somebody probably just spilled their drink on him. He’s pushing you up against the railing, using that to help support you while bringing your legs around his waist. Your arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself flush against him and again feeling that damp feeling but still not caring since the way he was driving you onto his cock had cleared your mind of everything but him…whichever one he was. 

“Fuck, I love you,” you whine into his neck, the breathy chuckle in your ear sending a shiver down your spine that had you clenching around him. “S-so much.”

There’s an order for you to hold still, your back being pushed against the railing so much it digs into your spine uncomfortably. The pain doesn’t matter to you at all when his hips pound into yours at an unrelenting pace, working to chase both of your individual orgasms. You’re letting out broken moans each time he bottoms out, tears welling in your eyes at how good he was making you feel. 

“Love your sweet pussy s’much,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tighter. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

What sounds like a scream from below has you turning your head in concern, hand on his chest making him stop for a moment as you ask if he had also heard that. It sounded kind of like someone was in pain, if you were a decent person you’d at least check to see if they were okay. 

“Someone must be having as much fun as we are. Let’s not interrupt them, baby.”

You nod at his suggestion, looking back to him as he starts again, gloved fingers digging into your hips hard enough that you’d be bruised but you couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when he was fucking you like this on Shoko’s balcony. And you truly couldn’t tell which one of them this was, he was using terms of endearment that they both would use so you couldn’t narrow it down that way. But you didn’t necessarily care, you knew it was one of your boys and the one who wasn’t fucking you right now would take what was his as soon as he could. 

“Gonna cum inside me, baby?” you ask, pressing your forehead against his mask and smiling when you hear him tell you that he was. He was going to fuck you full, make you keep his cum inside you all night until you left this stupid party and he got to have you again. Mentions of an Eiffel Tower being in your future have you shuddering, and your walls tighten around his length at the idea. Taking them both was always such a treat.

“Be good and cum for me, alright? Get my cock all wet and creamy, and let ‘em all know you’re getting fucked good out here. Maybe he’ll get jealous and come join us for another round.”

“Shoko would kill us.” You decline the offer, holding him tighter as you feel that white hot feeling in your core. “Gonna cum.”

“Me too, gonna fill my lil pussycat.” 

And he does, his hips stuttering in their pace until he’s still, and you feel him pulsing inside you as he cums inside you. A couple strokes to push it deeper inside, ensuring there was evidence when the other came to take his own share of your body. 

“Fuck, I love you princess,” he mumbles, carefully resting his mask against your forehead. It’s as close as you’ll get to a kiss while he was in costume, since he didn’t want to give up the game that was you not knowing who he was. 

It’s when he sets you on your feet, taking a moment to make sure you were steady before fixing his pants, that you look past him into the house only to see someone lying on the ground by the glass door. What looks like blood has pooled beneath them on Shoko’s wood floors, and you’re looking up at him in concern. 

“Babe, do you know what’s happening?”

“Probably just a prank, honey. It is Halloween.” 

The answer is satisfactory enough, and you take his hand so he can lead you into the house. A gentle nudge of your foot to the ass of the prankster gets no response, so you joke that he can give up the game since he’d been caught. It was odd that there wasn’t even an amused laugh at being found out, but commitment to the bit could be respected as you walk through the house. 

A decision you’d regret as you see more bodies laying on the floors. 

You turn around to where your boyfriend should be, only to see him missing. 

“Suguru!? Satoru!?” Your call is only met with silence, and you feel the tears burn at your eyes as the fear truly settles in. “Ha-ha. Come on assholes, I’m ready to go home since everyone wants to act dead.”

“Who said they were acting?” 

You swear your heart stops, and you finally catch sight of the blood on your hands before you look down and see blood had transferred onto your body. So whatever had been on one of their costumes wasn’t a drink at all, but…

“Oh, my god.”

“There you go, pretty girl. You always were smart.”

You want to throw up, the bile rising in your throat but you don’t have time to do that now. He was taking slow, predatory steps towards you with a knife in hand, already dripping blood. How many people had he killed before he’d gotten to you? How could he, in any sort of mindset, fuck you on the balcony while covered in the blood of someone else? How many people had he sliced through before getting to you?

“Oh, look at you babygirl. So scared,” he coos, watching as your bottom lip trembles as you continue to take steps backwards. “Show me how pretty you are when you cry for me.”

“E-even Shoko?”

“And listening to her and Haibara scream was the good part,” you hear behind you, but you don’t bother to look over your shoulder. You knew who was there, knew what was going to happen when the hand grips your waist and the knife is put against your throat. 

“Who is who?” you ask, feeling your back get pulled flush against the chest behind you. You’d be covered in blood by the time they were done with you, and most of it wouldn’t be yours. 

“Does it matter, princess? You fuck us both anyway, right?” The voice behind you has you squinting as you try to figure it out based on the tone, but the tip of the knife pressing into your throat to create the smallest of punctures to make you bleed has your mind pulling a blank. It didn’t matter who was who, you supposed, considering you did sleep with both of them. They both chose to do this, did it matter which one covered you in blood?

But you knew better than to be truly scared, they wouldn’t lay a finger on you more than they already had. 

After all, you were their alibi. 

“The modulator is creepy; turn that shit off, both of you.”

“No fun,” Satoru whines from behind you, and you hear the rustling of his mask behind you so he can kiss your cheek. “But let’s get you home so I can fuck you. Suguru always has all the fun.”

“Okay but I can’t believe you fucked me covered in blood. It’s never going to come out of this bodysuit, asshole.” 

“It’s getting set on fire tomorrow anyway, we’ll replace it.”

[pocket-watcher]

“It’s interesting, with a power set so vast you must have some weakness just as broad to balance you out.” The scientist said as they poked and prodded you.

You laughed nervously. “What? No. That’s ridiculous. I don’t have any weaknesses.”

And you believed that, of course. Fire resistance, high pain thresholds, and you no longer had your fear of heights! Turns out saving people 20 stories up really helps with exposure therapy!

“Biologically speaking, everything has a weakness. Predators have blind spots, they’re scared of noise, they can’t conceal their blood like prey can. So… what’s your weakness?” The scientist mused once more, not asking you specifically but more as if asking the universe.

You took a deep breath and tried not to panic. This was one of the top scientists in the country, here to help you, not to take you down.

“Are you okay?” They asked, innocently.

Too innocent.

They looked up as you looked down. Nose to nose.

Your head shot upwards to avoid their stare.

“Yeah! I-I’m fine. Just… you know…” You rocked your head slightly trying to think of another topic to talk about. “So… what do you think my weakness is?”

Their eyes lit up.

In a flash they rounded up a box and began showing your data.

Despite your enhanced intelligence your brain couldn’t keep up with the speed at which they spoke.

“-and if you look at this graph here, you’ll find what’s really interesting is the activity in your prefrontal cortex spikes! At the same time your right medial temporal lobe starts working overtime, like a forceful relaxant. It’s like somehow a specific combination of lights and patterns overrides your brain like a giant helping of melatonin!”

Um.

“What?”

They blinked at you. “Aha… got a little excited there. Maybe a demonstration would help?”

You began to agree as they span you into a seat and wheeled you through the lab.

Dear god these scientists were fearless, you thought.

When you came to a stop you were hooked up to several wires, a heart-rate monitor, some strange-looking device holding your head in place (and possibly scanning it too?) and your arms pinned down… not that those restraints could do much. You’d bench pressed a 747 before lunch.

“Okay. So, I want you to listen to the voice coming out of the speakers and to watch the screen. Okay?”

You nodded, still unsure, but that unsureness seemed to disappear instantly once the screen began flashing.

The colours were too fast for you to register. The voice was repeating words that both you couldn’t understand but also rewrote your brain.

You felt your mouth hang open and your body go limp. You were vulnerable, incapacitated, all within a single minute of this scientist hooking you up to the machine.

“It’s just as I thought! How do you feel?” They asked, lifting your limp wrist and dropping it down before scribbling more notes.

You couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to.

They checked your pupils for responses and studied the data, whilst you sat there staring at the screen. Listening to the constant flow of unintelligible words.

“Okay! We should probably get you outta there, huh?” They said as they flipped the machine off.

It took you a while to fully come to your senses.

“…What was that?” You asked, incredulously.

“That was your weakness. Theorised, and now proven.”

You didn’t know what to do. You’d never been made to feel so small. So at the mercy of someone else.

“You had no right.”

You stopped. The safety of the world was at stake. If this information fell into the wrong hands…

“Woah there, we’re the only ones here! I won’t tell anyone. I promise…”

You felt an “if” coming.

“If you let me run more tests like that? We can work together, see if we can find a way for you to resist it.” The scientist smiled kindly.

You felt scared for the first time in a long time. Scared of what someone could make you do. How they could make you feel.

“Fine. If that’s the price to keep you from talking, we can run more tests.” You settled.

“Great! I promise you won’t regret it!” The scientist waved you out of the room. Once you were out of earshot they typed out a message:

It worked just as you said it would. I’ll start working on the conditioning pronto. You sure I shouldn’t have tried turning them now?

A phone pinged back a moment later:

No… slow and steady wins the race my friend. Great work.

Somewhere, a villain smiled at her phone, dreaming of a subservient hero.

[seoliee]

It's been a while since I wrote something so it might be trash lolol but I tried my best because there aren't any stories for my main ;_;

Behind Those Eyes

Reverse 1999: X x reader

"So... what is this supposed to be?"

You ask, staring at the unknown contraption X had placed in front of her desk. His handsome facial features beaming with excitement and pride.

"It's my newest innovation! Introducing the great expresso making machine!" X exclaims, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he made goofy hand gestures towards the contraption that he made.

You made an exasperated sigh, your gaze flickers to the grinning young scientist in front of you. As much as you are tired of his antics, you cannot deny the fondness you feel in your heart whenever he gives you that grin he seldom gives to others.

"What does it do exactly aside from of course, making expresso?" You ask, leaning yourself further on your swivel chair and crossing your arms waiting for his demonstration.

"I'm so glad you asked my dear (Y/n)."

And so, he went on lengthy explanation on how this new contraption of his is another step close to the great future and exaggerates how it could solve every coffee lovers dilemma.

Mainly, because the machine does the little artwork thing on the foam by itself rather than doing it themselves therefore no failures and you drink your coffee right away without any do-overs.

Perhaps, you should hide his coffee beans to lessen his caffeine addiction and knock some sense into that handsome head of his.

"Well? Amazing, right?" X looks quite pleased with himself, pertaining to the smug smile curled up on his lips.

"Yes. Indeed it is." You replied, clapping your hands and trying your best to show a genuine smile.

Though, of course nothing could get pass X's watchful eyes.

He pouts, looking as if he was about to throw a tantrum like a child. "Come on... That's the driest response I've ever gotten from you." He complains, displeased by your lack luster reply. He thought you would be so enthusiastic and basically be jumping all over the place.

His heterochromatic eyes narrows at you, as if a predator watching its prey carefully.

You had a sudden change after getting assigned to work under Madam Z. He deduced it must be because of the sudden inflation of workload or perhaps another variable he's unknown of.

Either way, he didn't liked it that much. No. Anyone, but not his (Y/n).

He heard you sigh once more, breaking out of his trance. He looked at you with concern as he sat down on top of your desk. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everything fine in your department?" He asks, sounding genuinely concern for her well-being.

You don't even know where to start. It's not like you can tell him everything you've witnessed as it'll endanger both you and him. Her lips pursed into a thin line, frowning. "It's just about the mountains of paperworks I have to do tomorrow." It's not a lie. You do always have a lot of paperwork to read and sign.

However, X had seen through it but decides not to go into detail.

"Then why don't you ask to be reassigned somewhere else?"

"That can't be done. It'll look so unprofes— woah!"

Before you could register what just happened. X had forcefully turned your swivel chair to make you face him, extending his arm to the head rest so his face is now close to yours. So close that you can practically feel his breath against your own parted lips.

His other hand was on top of your hand rested on the armrest, practically caging you underneath his body. His hypnotic heterochromatic eyes were squinted down, gazing deep into your own wavering pupils.

"I can go make a request to Madam Z to reassign you back in my department." He speaks in a hush tone, his hot breath fanning against your lips.

His eyes trail to your parted lips as he brings up his hand and runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

"I missed working with you, (Y/n)"

Before things could escalate further, you gathered your bearings together and gently pushes him off of you much to his dismay.

"B-Breaktime is over. I.. I have to go and deliver some papers to Madam Z." You hastily grab a few random papers off your desk and ran off outside the room with your cheeks flaming red and fuming.

Once you're out of earshot. X laughs and lets himself sit down on your swivel chair and glances up to the white ceiling above him.

"My dear little lamb has gotten so easily flustered these days..."

His right hand goes up to cover his peculiar yellow eyes that has a gear iris and combs back his bangs up.

"Perhaps blowing up this whole place isn't so bad." He says to himself, letting himself absorbed into his own thoughts.

He made a gun with his hand and makes an action like he shoots himself, chuckling once again to the thought.

"Just kidding..."

~•~

"Have you ever wondered what the outside world looks like?" A little version of (Y/n) asks the small gray head boy beside her.

"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" The boy asks.

Little (Y/n) continues to stare up at the glass ceiling above them and watches as birds freely flies above the globe. (Y/n)'s eyes glints in wonder. How would it feel to be free? Free from this orphanage.

"Because I want to see it. I don't wanna stay here anymore."

The boy only stared at her. A comforting silence engulfed them both before be uttered a response.

"Want me to burn everything and escape?

Little (Y/n) turns her attention to him and watches how the gear iris in his peculiar yellow eye began to turn.

[milkiedimitrescu]

Here's an idea if you're interested, do it similarly to the way you did Alcina in the backrooms! Only with a twist, make the Dimitrescu's extra horrifying for sure! Only add a liiiiittle something in the background every once in awhile, maybe Alcina starts feeling strangely nervous when walking down the hall to her room alone at night, maybe one of her daughters heard footsteps rounding a corner but didn't see anyone, maybe Alcina finds out one of the maids who she assumed her daughters killed wasn't killed by any of them, she tries to brush this off when she considers going to Mother Miranda for help, telling herself it's probably just her paranoia or something, telling herself what could SHE possibly have to fear? She's the most feared thing in the village!! Nothing can hurt her or her daughters, she's perfectly safe! Although that still doesn't explain the sudden fight or flight feeling she suddenly gets when she's alone at night when she's never had it before, nor does it explain her daughters coming to her with the same feeling, definitely add the horror stuff regarding what Alcina and her daughters do, although maybe add some hints that they're not the only predators in the castle anymore, honestly I don't think I've currently seen an analog like this where the killers have the tables turned on them, it would definitely at least make it stand out!

This is all just a suggestion though so if it's not something you'd be interested in, I won't get offended if you don't do it, just thought I'd try to help. 😊

DAMN I LIKE THIS A LOT also would like to add on cause now I have a bunch of ideas

Long post ahead btw

Alright alright... WHAT IFFF the thing that mysteriously killed one of the maids could be an alternate? Y'know... alternates from the mandela catalog tape on youtube?? (y'all should check out the series it's so good)

A brief summary of what an alternate is is basically a doppelganger. or... a thing pretending to be your doppelganger. Its an entity species that can shape shift into humans and even animals. It can even mimic voices that you know. It has bad intentions of killing the person it is impersonating, and trying to replace them to kill their loved ones. at least... that's how I put it.

I wonder the reason why Alcina feels paranoid walking down the castle halls at night is because an alternate is watching her every move, analyzing how she speaks, walks, and everything and tries to mimic it so it can one day get rid of Alcina and trick the daughters into thinking it's their mother when it's really not. And it might not even be just Alcina who has an alternate after her, but perhaps the whole village and outside the village. But even in the daytime she even feels slightly off. The shift of energy in the castle is still apparent, but not as apparent in the night.

But what if they found out about the alternates from early on? Like they hear the warning podcast about them on the radio player. One of the maids find that a dvd player in a box was found on the steps of the entrance doors of the castle after they hear a mysterious knock on the door. They go and give it to the ladies and let them know about it. They play it on the radio player and they now can't help but feel the energy shift. Nothing feels right anymore. Something is wrong.

For some reason... a shiver runs down Alcina's spine when she hears "if you see a person that looks identical to you, run away and hide." and the podcast cuts off because the reason she has been feeling this way at night and felt unsafe was because of the fact something or someone was in the castle. And they are not friendly or aren't how mutants are in the village but something far more sinister. They aren't visible but they are waiting... and looking for the first prey they should fool.

Alcina would of course contact Mother Miranda and maybe her "siblings" to see if they know about the so called "alternates" as well, and they all say yes and they all need to be careful because we cannot trust voices we hear or people we see that looks and sounds off, because they could be an alternate trying to trick you into thinking they are someone you know. Hell, even Mother Miranda is taken aback at these new "entity's" roaming the village in silence and found out that it's not only the village that has alternate's but outside of it as well. They don't know what they want or how to get rid of them, but they need to find a way to survive and figure out a way to avoid them or perhaps kill them.

[silv3rswirls]

grin and bear it

Warnings: Mentioned stalking and violence, fear, reader is yandere, Tae is some kind of otherworldly being or something.

Note: I wrote this in like 20 minutes and I'm obsessed with it. I wanna make another part of this but spicier 👁👄👁 maybe? I also have something with similar vibes planned with Namjoon I might post tomorrow, we’ll see 

“Why do you run? Do you really think you can outrun me? Darling, you’re no match for me.”

Your door had slammed closed in the face of that eerie, distant voice. All you could hear was your own shaky breath as you tried to shake off the mad dash you had made for your apartment. Your trembling hands rose again to double-check the locks, no real comfort befalling you as you stepped away. You sniffle, wiping the budding tears from your eyes and taking one, then two steps away from the door.

“Baby, you can’t hide from me.”

You froze, eyes glued to the floor as you tried to ignore the voice. The pale light of the moon shone in from your drawn curtains; casting your shadow before you, as well as someone else's.

A tall, black frame loomed over your own.

“What’s wrong? Where’d your bite go, baby? Bear your fangs like the animal you feign to be.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone!” You pleaded, hands coming to cover your eyes as the shadow over you loomed closer.

“Why are you acting so frightened? This is your idea of love, isn’t it?” You tense at the feeling of the man placing his hands on your shoulders. “Look at me” he ordered, a hand moving to clasp around your wrist and pulling a hand away from your face. You open your eyes, wincing at the sight of him.

“How did you get in here,” you ask, stomach-turning. You lived on the third story, the windows were still closed and the door locked.

“Come on, I can feel the guilt weighing on you. You know why I’m here, just admit it.” He listens to the seconds pass in silence, you watch his eye twitch just slightly. He wets his lips and smiles, bearing his fangs. “You’re pathetic, you can’t even say it, should I refresh your memory?” He scoffs, “you loved him so much, didn’t you? So much so, no one else could have him?” He hummed, stepping closer, “that’s why you followed him everywhere you could, stalking the poor boy every second of every day. Don’t even get me started on his new girlfriend, how nasty of you to do what you did. All in the name of love, right?”

Your bottom lip trembled, and your stare grew hard on him. “How do you know that,” you ask. 

“I know everything, and so much more.”

It was true; what he claimed you to have done. You weren’t sure why you did it, the rejection just snapped something inside of you. You had never been the most noticeable or desirable, always the kind one to be rejected in the face of something better. And he had found something better in her. Such a rage had bubbled up inside you, you couldn’t help the stalking, the harassing, or the threatening. You just had to make him see how much you loved him.

“You almost killed her, and when she lay there begging for help you just watched and smiled.” He mimicked a kind smile, “bearing your fangs and playing predator.”

“She deserved it” you choked out, stepping back as he took another step toward you.

“Is that shame?” He asked, his dark eyes bearing into you. “guilt is admission.” He tilts his head “and admission serves punishment.”

“You’re one of her friends? Family? Here to make me pay for what I did?”

“I assure you I’m no friend to anyone, but I can promise you punishment.”

A small whimper escapes your throat, and you make a dash to hide in your bedroom, moving to slam the door close only to find it swung back open. He’s still standing in the living room, you can see his frame bathed in shadow and moon. “Not so fun when you’re the one being preyed on?” He quipped, slowly turning, his eyes shining in the dark. For a moment he looks different; a flash of inhumanity takes him. You see twisted horns and pointed claws, the budding spikes of feather protruding his back. He’s no man, you tremble. Is this how they felt when you came before them with wrath? “You were playing predator, but look at you now. So scared when the same is done to you; falling over yourself to try and run. You feigned toughness well, but in the end, you’re just a scared little girl hurting for a happy ending that doesn’t belong to her.”

“You want someone to love you?” You don’t hear any footsteps, suddenly he’s beside you once again. His voice was smooth and thick, “I love you, darling.” His hand is cold against your face as he tilts it to look at him again. “I love you so much, I don’t think I can stand to see anyone else in your life. I think I’ll kill them really.” His voice mocks your own words. His arms wrap around you and force you against his body. He leans to your level, far too close for comfort. You feel his breath on your face, your eyes lost in the endless back of his. He grins, punishment should reflect the action.

“I’ll be around” he whispers, “don’t make me jealous, or you might regret it” He smiles with his teeth again and you close your eyes in fear he’d close in and attack you. “Just grin and bare it, I promise, you’ll come to love me.”

You open your eyes and he’s disappeared.

Taglist: @aris-ink

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,616

Part 8 ←→ Part 10

Masterlist

Steve realized pretty quickly that sifting through all the bad things he did in search to find Beth meant he had to remember all those terrible things and feel guilty all over again. It was painful and he wished he didn’t have to spend his afternoon laying in bed and hating himself for being such an asshole all those years ago. He was thankful for Nancy, for knocking some sense into him, because if he was still that guy he never would’ve gotten close to the amazing people he knew and loved now. He’d been so lucky to get to know all of them and not worry about things his past self did, at least until now.

So he tried, he tried for so long his head actually hurt. The guilt that filled him was painful but he realized this was karma, for all the wrong he had done. He knew he deserved it so he kept recalling moments, moments to him that were just another day but more than likely ruined some one else’s. He went over every moment of the last five years until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Falling into a deep slumber with a weight on his chest, restricting him from being content until he made up for all the wrong things he had done in his life. Realizing that each of those moments were like nightmares and they had now infiltrated his dreams. The thing about dreams though is they can stunt from the deepest parts of your memory, and that was exactly what happened.

Walking into high school on the first day of freshman year was the scariest moment of most peoples lives. Steve remembered it like yesterday. Fearful of how classes would go, who would be his friends, which social class he would fall into. He knew which on he wanted. So he buried that fear deep inside, tried out for the swim team and basketball team. He made friends with Tommy H and in a short three months he was right where he wanted to be. Popular, untouchable, safe.

So on the first day of sophomore year not even a sliver of that fear reappeared as he walked through those doors. Girls waved, guys from the team slapped his back, Tommy had his arm wrapped around Carol. All was as it should be and they were no longer bottom of the food chain. They were a step closer to the top. The thing about each new year though meant more new freshman, freshman that held all that fear Steve once did. Freshman that were now thrust upon Tommy and his torture.

“Babe look at all these nerds. Fuckin’ freshman man” Tommy giggled, watching all the nervous new kids rush around the halls. Him and Carol were waiting for Steve at his locker, enjoying the show, smelling the fear.

“You were a freshman like two months ago Tommy” Steve chuckled, shoving his bag into the locker and not grabbing any books. Taking class seriously was so not cool.

“That’s my point, it’s our turn to torture them man. I’ve been waiting a whole year for this” Tommy said, removing his arm from Carol’s shoulders to rub his hands together. It was odd how Tommy looked at Freshman like a predator looked at its prey but Steve realized this was just another part of being popular, on how to stay at the top.

“Who’s the first victim baby?” Carol cooed, shrill voice making Steve’s ears ring. He could never understand what Tommy had seen in her.

“We gotta sniff them out, let’s see-.. Oh. Oh yeah, there she is” a devilish grin spread across Tommy’s face as he scanned the freshman hallway, scoping out his first sophomore meal. Steve’s eyes flicked up to see a bigger girl, fear painted across her face. Trembling hands reaching for the lock on her locker, and Tommy looked at her like the cat who ate the canary.

“Ha! She looks like dumbo” Carol giggled, no better than Tommy. Steve felt his heart rate speed up as the two laser focused on the scared new girl.

“Come on man, pick some guy that’s gonna try out for basketball” Steve tried, knowing that it could be seen as lighthearted. Going for the new girl because of her size was just vile.

“Nuh-uh. This one is gonna be fun” and just like that Tommy was stomping in the direction of the girl, shoulders high, and cocky smile perched on his lips.

“Come on Steve, stop being lame” Carol pouted before following Tommy and Steve realized he had no choice if he wanted to stay at the top, stay where people like Tommy couldn’t hurt him.

“Hey new girl” Tommy’s voice faked kindness but the hand slamming the girls locker shut was far from it.

“Uh-uh. Hi” she was almost too scared to look at the boy and Steve felt his palms begin to sweat.

“What’s your name new girl?” Tommy asked, more bite to his tone now and Carol giggled behind him like this was the best thing she’d seen all week.

“Beth” she spit out, glancing nervously between the three. Steve tried to give her a pained look, his eyes softening, features screaming a silent apology he wished she would see long enough to understand.

“What was it? Bertha?” Tommy snickered like he just told the best joke in all of time. Carol gasped before laughing loudly, now gaining the attention of passerby’s.

“It’s Beth” the whole girls body began to shake and Tommy ignored it as he looked back at Carol and Steve.

“Hey guys, welcome the new girl Bertha. Fitting name right?” Tommy pretended to introduce her, waiting for an answer from them both, a test. The answer Tommy was looking for was if they were up for the challenge, if they were going to be one of him or not.

“Very, I mean I’ve never met a skinny girl named Bertha” Carol’s words stung, Steve actually saw the girl flinch and tears begin to form behind her eyes. Kids in the hallway laughed. Tommy and Carol now looking at Steve to see where he chose to stand.

“Welcome Bertha, hopefully you fit in” Steve found himself saying before he could even consider the consequences of his actions. He just so desperately needed somewhere he fit in. He’d been lonely and hurt his entire life. Tears now tumbled down the girls cheeks, kids laughed and Tommy gave an approving smile.

“Don’t be silly Steve, she barely fit through the door” Tommy laughed, hands slapping his knees like he was proud. Steve had just answered his question and even though guilt pooled in his stomach at least now Steve had somewhere he belonged with people who had his back.

“Aw look, someone made Dumbo cry” Carol said between laughs and the girl finally snapped out of it, shoving Steve to the side as she rushed down the hall and to the girls bathroom, sobs raking her body.

“Oh that was too good. Steve, you really got her” Tommy chuckled, patting Steve on the back like a proud father. Steve was smart enough though to know he shouldn’t be proud. He had just hurt someone for his own benefit, and he was officially no better than his own father.

“Alright we had our fun, now try not to flunk the 10th grade” Steve slapped Tommy’s back and started in the direction of his first class, burying the memory of the morning as deep as he could. If he never had to remember the first time he hurt another person he’d be content. The first was always the worst, so he swore to never think of that moment again for as long as he lived.

“Shit!” Steve woke up in a cold sweat, tears rimming his eyes because he realized something worse than he could’ve ever imagined when it came to how he knew Beth. Not only had he bullied her, he was apart of the reason the bullying ever started, why they started to call her Bertha, and he had called her fat. He was no better than anyone else he had been trying to protect her from. He was worse, because he was the reason anyone felt comfortable enough at all to hurt her in the first place.

He needed to talk to someone but he realized very quickly he wasn’t sure who. He could never tell Robin, see the look on her face when she realized he had hurt her best friend, the very person she asked him to try and protect. Dustin would be ashamed too, probably yell at him and he didn’t need some 15 year old kid adding guilt on top of it. So that’s how he found himself dialing the one number he never thought he would have to again, praying that no one else answered the phone. His heart eased when he heard the exact voice he needed to hear.

“Hey, it’s Steve. Could we talk? It’s important” and that was how he found himself sat at the picnic benches outside the high school, a milkshake in front of him that he couldn’t bring himself to drink.

“Oh my God” Steves eyes finally looked up after he retold the story, down to the very last detail.

“I know Nancy, I’m the worst” his heart had been feeling like it would give out since the moment he woke up. It didn’t help that he had to wait until lunch time to meet with Nancy.

“You’re not the worst Steve, you were young and impressionable” this was why he called her, he knew she could be honest instead of judge him for what he did. Or at least hide that she was judging him better than anyone else.

“It’s not any excuse, I knew I was doing something wrong when I did it” Steve shook his head, shoving the milkshake away. Nancy could finish it, it was vanilla, her favorite. The whole reason he had brought them with him.

“Yeah but Steve, Tommy put you on the spot and you were scared. You were desperate to fit in, I would’ve done the same. 90% of the teenagers in that school would too” she told him and Steve sighed, dropping his head into his hands.

“I don’t know how to even make it up to her. No apologies in all of the world could make up for what I did. I can’t believe she ever even agreed to spend time with me. She’s too good, I don’t even deserve her” Steve said and Nancy frowned. She still cared for Steve and it hurt to see him hurting over this. Especially since she had grown to love Beth herself. Nancy reached out to grab one of his hands covering his face, pulling it away and giving it a squeeze.

“That is probably true, but you deserve to be happy and clearly she’s forgiven you. I think she just wants you to forgive yourself” Nancy told him and Steve dropped his other hand, happy that Nancy was kind enough to still comfort him.

“I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to her. I just don’t know how I can look at her now knowing what I did” Steve said, squeezing her own hand back. Nancy cracked a smile, proud the boy had grown up from who he was when they met.

“You’ll find a way, you never had any issues looking at pretty girls before” Nancy teased and Steve finally chuckled, feeling more at ease over the fact that Beth might be able to forgive him.

“Thanks Nancy, for everything” he told her, a fond smile on his face as he looked at her.

“Anytime Steve, we’ve fought monsters together before. A little dating advice won’t kill me” Steve laughed as she smiled at him and he let go of her hand to lean over and hug her.

For Steve it was probably not a good idea to meet with Nancy at the high school because Beth was in the cafeteria when she heard whispers start up about Steve Harrington on campus with Nancy Wheeler. She hoped it wasn’t how she thought, that it was some misunderstanding but when she left the cafeteria to take a look for herself all she found. was the pair holding hands and hugging. Just as she began to feel tears burning at the back of her eyes she was interrupted in her empty hallway.

“Ouch Bertha, that’s gotta burn” Colin walked up behind Beth who looked out the window to see Steve still hugging Nancy Wheeler. His skinny and perfect ex girlfriend.

“They’re friends Colin” Beth muttered, stepping away from the window to not watch anymore.

“You’re never just friends with someone you’ve slept with before” he chuckled and Beth found it a bit harder to breathe. She can’t even kiss the boy let alone sleep with him. He had every right to go back to Nancy.

“Please Colin, just drop it” Beth whispered as she started towards her locker, this kid following her.

“No one wants to sleep with the fat girl anyway” he teased and Beth felt the anger bubble up in her chest, thankful for the empty school hallway.

“Stop calling me fat! Holy shit, why are you so fucking obsessed with me? Please find someone else to harass” Beth turned, throwing her arms frantically. She didn’t need his abuse while she came to terms with the fact she had lost Steve as soon as she got him. She was just so over it.

“I’m not obsessed with you, ew” Colin said but his eyes were unconvincing, panic setting in.

“Yes you are, I’ve never seen you bother anyone as much as you do me. Why?” Beth was now asking, an accusing finger poking into his chest. Colin backed up until he hit the locker, Beth no longer scared of assholes like him.

“Because I like you” Beth did not expect this response, her finger dropped instantly and she took a step back.

“What?” she gaped and his eyes dropped.

“I like you. Damn I always have, I never thought you were any different. I had the biggest crush on you and then the football guys heard about Bertha, picked on you and laughed. I realized if I didn’t do the same they’d think I wasn’t one of them” Beth opened her mouth to say something but closed it, she did this for a few moments as she realized her brain was currently malfunctioning due to his confession.

“So you bully me to cover up the fact you like me?” Beth asked and suddenly Colin was whipping his head side to side, praying there was no bystanders to hear this conversation.

“Yes, now drop it. Bertha” he sneered, voice vile with humiliation and embarrassment. Before Beth could say anything more he was rushing off down the hallway.

Never would she have guessed Colin Matterson of all people would have a crush on her, now it made sense why he was always the most mean. Everything Beth thought she knew began to crumble around her, this whole time she hated everyone for seeing her as different and it turns out some people never saw her any different at all. Her biggest bully was probably the first person to ever like her for who she was and she would never understand the world again. Colin Matterson liked her and Steve liked Nancy. She needed to sit down. Maybe the world was off its axis.

As of right now she needed to rethink absolutely everything.

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[bluealienssimp]

Soft

Characters: Na'viJake Sully x HumanReader

Synopsis: Jake thinks Na'vi women are too rough.

Warnings: (kinda) spicy, and a little bit explicit.

Final considerations: this is my attempt to a birthday gift for @jakexneytiri, happy birthday babygirl! I'm sorry it looks bad, I've never write any smut or similar. Also, I wrote it in two days, lol. I hope you like it! (English is not my first language, so if you see anything wrong, please dm me)

The campfire lightened his eyes, adding him a look of a predator, carefully watching its prey.

You felt your spine shiver, the intense feeling that the prey is you.

Some Na'vi started to dance, they move and spin right in front of your eyes, and it caught his attention. Your muscles relax a little.

Soon, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head to see who it was you saw him, the predator. "Hey, pretty lady..."

With a mischievous grin, he grabbed your hand and took you to the middle of the dance.

"Jake!" you said. "What're you doing?"

He laughed, "Just having some fun, sweetie!"

"It's a mating dance! We shouldn't be here!" you yelled at him, blushing.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "and? I'm the olo'eyktan, I make the rules!" he spun you in the air.

"Jake!" you yelled when you couldn't touch the floor. "T-that's not how it works!"

"fuck it!" He laughed. He put his hands on your hips, the size difference screaming, shivers running against your spine. "You know what I meant!"

You cringed, trying to get smaller, even smaller than you already are. You felt so self-conscious.

Jake saw it and for the first time in forever decided to help you. He took you somewhere quieter, but now you're alone with him... He looked mischievously at you. "hey there, short stuff..."

"um... Hi?"

"Y'know... The mating season made me think about some things... "

"Wow! Is this possible?" you joke.

"Haha, you're so funny!" he mocked. "As I was saying, it made me think I don't have a mate yet."

"And? You don't have any cuz you've been denying anyone who approaches. And I know Aytanin confessed younger feelings!"

"I don't want Aytanin!"

"Why not? She's beautiful and kind, and she's so good to the kids!"

"She's too rough!"

"Rough? What do you mean by rough?"

He sighed. "The na'vi women are so rough... It's just skin and bones... No softness, nothing to squeeze or play with."

You blushed hard, widening your eyes. "Jake! I-I'd rather never have this conversation with you!"

When you make a move, ready to go, Jake holds your wrist. "Wait! You're my best friend and my last hope... Please, let me use you... Let me claim you as my mate!"

"What?!"

"I know you like the na'vis and I know you want to be part of the people too. That's the way we both can find what we want!"

"You're getting crazy, that's insane! I bet no one would accept the olo'eyktan's human mate!"

"They don't have to!"

"Jake-"

"Just... Just let me have a taste... I haven't had a human girl for ages!"

"Ok! But you won't tell anyone about it! Never!"

He smiled mischievously and walked closer. He took off your shirt, your pants, and finally your bra. A smile crossed his face when he saw your tits. "I missed this so bad..."

"Are you talking to my breasts?"

"Shhh! It's my moment!"

You laughed softly. He looked so focused on your breasts, not even blinking. "You're so soft... Damn, I'm getting addicted..." he moved his head closer to your nipples, licking and sucking them with such confidence. God, this man knows how to suck tits!

"J-Jake!"

"I'm so big... Could break you in half..." he murmured.

"Shit! I'm gonna have so much fun with you!"

[hazalyildizs]

Self Paragraph—Aftermath

Timeline: Nov 04th, 2024 after work hours.

TW: Stalking, violence, drugging, strangulation, blood

@lincolnreid & @alcrayildiz

This situation was uncomfortable at best. Hazal was on Marcus' sofa, her foot tapping against the carpet while she waited for the rest to arrive. They were all supposed to meet up for a gathering at Marcus’ house, to celebrate a project wrap up. She glanced at her phone again, still puzzled as to why she was the only present? 

"I just texted with Sarah, and she swears she thought it was tomorrow night," Marcus explained, settling into the armchair across from her. "Funny how everyone got the date wrong, isn't it?"

She shifted, something about this didn’t sit right by her. But she chalked it up to her paranoia. Having a stalker did that to her. "Maybe we should just reschedule for tomorrow when everyone can make it," she suggested, setting her barely-touched wine on the coffee table. "It feels weird with just us two."

"But you've barely touched your drink," he said, his eyes going down to the wine glass. "Just stay a little longer. At least finish your wine."

She didn’t want to be rude, so she grabbed the glass and gulped the content down. “There, I finished it. I really should get going. Linc and I-” 

Her words died on her lips as soon as she started standing. The room spun, and she gripped the edge of the sofa, her vision blurring at the edges. "I don't feel so good," she mumbled, trying to stand but finding her legs wouldn't cooperate. The last thing she remembered was Marcus's face swimming before her eyes and then everything went black.

When she regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the biting cold against her wrists. Her eyes flew open to find herself secured to bedposts. Panic rose in her throat as she realized she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. “What the…” She pulled against the restraints, her heart hammering against her ribcage. 

"Finally awake, beautiful," Marcus' voice came from the corner of the room, and she turned her head to see him watching her with an unsettling smile. "I've waited so long for this moment."

Terror gripped her as the pieces started falling into place. That voice. It was familiar because she knew it. "It was you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're the stalker."

“Bravo,” he said with a clap. Marcus approached the bed slowly, his face transformed into something unrecognizable. Far from the co-worker she thought she knew and was friends with. "You belong to me, not that son of a bitch," he stated matter-of-factly, reaching out to touch her face. She jerked away from his touch, bile rising in her throat. "I've watched you for months, waiting for the perfect moment. You're so beautiful when you work at your desk, when you get coffee with your sister, when you sleep…"

She struggled against the restraints, her mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare. The thought of him watching her all this time made her skin crawl, and now here she was, trapped with the very person who had been terrorizing her for months. 

"You're wrong," she spat back, her fear turning into anger. "I don't belong to anyone, especially not to you." Her defiant words only seemed to amuse him as he circled the bed like a predator stalking its prey. She realized with growing horror that this had all been meticulously planned—the gathering that never was, the drugged wine, everyone's mysterious confusion about the date. She'd walked right into his trap, and now she was at the mercy of a man whose obsession had clearly driven him to madness.

Her thoughts drifted to Lincoln, wondering if he would realize something was wrong when she didn't come home tonight. She prayed someone would notice her absence soon, as Marcus's possessive gaze bore into her.

"You're mine now," he hissed, his fingers trailing down her arm. "No one else deserves you. You were always meant for me." She flinched at his touch, tears streaming down her face as she continued testing the bindings, looking for any weakness.

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed, hoping someone would overhear and come to her rescue. I’m not yours!” 

"Who do you think you belong to, then? Lincoln Reid? That entitled bastard thinks he can have whatever he wants. But he doesn't know you like I do." His fingers traced along her jawline as she tried to pull away. "I've seen how he treats you at work. The way he acts like he owns the place, owns you."

"He’s a million times better than you are. You don't know anything," she said through gritted teeth, trying to mask her fear with anger.

He grabbed her face roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I know everything. I was there first. Watching you, protecting you. I saw how you used to hate him. How he made your life hell." His eyes had a wild, unfocused look. "But then he manipulated you, didn't he? Made you think you wanted him. Made you believe he loved you."

"He does love me! You're insane," she screamed, her voice shaking.

"No!" He slammed his hand against the headboard, making her jump. "I'm the only one who sees clearly. He is nothing but a spoiled rich boy playing games with people's lives. But you and me?" His voice softened to an unsettling gentleness. "We're meant to be together, sweetheart. I'll show you what real love is."

And just like that, he straightened up—smoothing down his shirt as if remembering himself. "I need to prepare for our new life together. Make things perfect for our wedding in Barcelona." He walked to the door, pausing to look back at her with an eerie smile. "Don't worry, beautiful. I'll be back soon. Then we can start our life together, the way it should have been all along."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone with nothing but the sound of her racing heart and the distant echo of his footsteps on the stairs.

Hours passed like days. Her wrists were raw from struggling, but by some miracle, she noticed one of the ropes had started to fray. Hearing silence, she worked harder at weakening the binding. When it finally gave way, she freed her other hand, her heart pounding as she untied her ankles.

Quietly, she crept toward the door on shaky legs, but a floorboard creaked beneath her weight, making her wince. His thundering footsteps on the stairs sent terror shooting through her body. She barely made it to the hallway when his hand seized her hair, yanking her backward.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, spinning her around. His fist connected with her face before she could react, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She crashed against a hall table—sending all of the decorations to fall to the floor.

“You really think you can leave me?” His hands found her throat, squeezing as she gasped for air. “I was going to marry you! But since you think you’re better off without me, die bitch!” Her vision blurred as she frantically tried to swat his hands from her neck. 

“Stop.” She yelped, gasping for air. Realizing it was fruitless, she reached around blindly as she flailed on the floor. Finally, her fingers closed around what felt like a heavy vase.

She swung with all her might, the vase connecting with his temple. He stumbled backward, blood streaming down his face, “you stupid bitch!” Angered, she swung again, and watched as more blood spurted out. This gave her the opening she needed. She ran, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she fled down the stairs and out the front door.

She fumbled with her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed 911. Crouched behind her car in the darkness, she gripped the tire iron she'd grabbed from her trunk.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Please," she sobbed. "I-I need help. My coworker, he drugged me, held me captive. I hit him with a vase to escape." The words tumbled out between gasps, her split lip stinging as she spoke.

"Can you tell me your location?"

She glanced around frantically, searching for a street sign and then realized she had it in her phone. "I'm at 4287 Oak Ridge Drive. Please hurry. He's bleeding but I don't know if he's following me."

"Stay on the line with me. Police are on their way. Are you somewhere safe?"

"I'm behind my car," she whispered, tightening her grip on the tire iron as a shadow moved across the house's upstairs window. "I have something to defend myself with if he comes out."

"Can you describe your attacker?"

"Marcus Davidson. He's my coworker at Wright Inc. He's about six feet tall, brown hair..." She choked back another sob. "There's blood on his face from where I hit him."

Red and blue lights finally illuminated the street, and she nearly collapsed with relief. "They're here," she breathed into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "The police are here."

[roboj0e]

PLS TAG UR DISCOURSE

I just have to say this bc I started following some tags that have brought discourse on to my dash but after that I'm gonna block as many discourse tags as I can.

This weird ass way that y'all approach fiction by trying to sus out what trauma other ppl have so u can make sure they're a "good person" by ur own personal and arbitrary standards is also just incentivizing ppl to invade other ppl privacy and contribute to the rising surveillance state we live in. You all just cops. And no fellow black ppl that does not undermine police brutality bc these are all connected issues. Not when the threat of police violence is the first tactics used against anyone who ppl think they hold moral high ground over. And also I'm black trying to call the cops on me contributes to the threat or racialized police violence which happens to me bc I don't care what fiction ppl read btw.

Y'all are putting children in harms way by making them think predators are just ppl on the internet who don't have the same DNI criteria as them. Y'all are putting them in harms way by applauding vigilantism and sending them into the sights of ppl y'all are entirely convinced are dangerous predators.

Be uncomfortable with whatever fiction u want big bruh no one cares but damn stop invading ppls privacy sheesh. Y'all are terrible ppl u can sit on ur high horse all u want but causing harm to real ppl is always evil and I'm specifically using the word evil since y'all love to use a christofascist framework to engage in fiction.

If fiction effects reality then conservatives are correct when they say that gay/trans character made their child gay or trans.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay or trans" u might say and ur right but they still aren't wrong by ur logic. And we all know if u give them an inch...

If fiction effects reality why aren't more ppl empathetic and understanding even tho children's programming has been that way for decades.

If fiction effects reality why havent cartoons like Tom and Jerry had kids throwing knives and skillets at each other?

If fiction effects reality ur favorite video game just caused another mass shooting.

No more "but the jaws movie, cats can drink milk, rabbits eat carrots" first of all absolutely none of that has to do with the fiction y'all are so up in arms I legit haven't seen anyone try to ban any of those properties so it doesn't belong in this conversation.

Second yes pls ignore all the nuance with the jaws movie like how ppl were already reasonably afraid of and misunderstood sharks it's why the movie did so well in the first place, or the very recent shark attacks that took place during that time, or beach vacations being presented as an affordable option for middle class families, or pools being left abandoned bc of desegregation. Nope none of that happened just the movie and that absolutely turned regular ppl into shark hunters out of now where. Yup!

Ppl know very little about animals. It's why Disney can fabricate information in a documentary and get away with it for years. That isn't fiction effecting reality thats a dangerous mix of both a trusted source of information intentionally spreading misinformation and ppl taking this information at face value something y'all shouldn't even be doing when u watch or engage with ANY MEDIA. Ppl being on average incurious about things they see on TV doesn't mean their morals are gonna suddenly change. Also PROPAGANDA ISNT FICTION. propaganda is the intentional spread of misinformation presented as fact with the intent of preying on ppl fears and prejudices. And it can come in all forms but it SHOULDNT be classed as fiction even when presented through fiction.

If fiction effects reality u can't like fictional serial killers or u apparently will be batting for the next ted bundy. So no more tojis self shippers.

If fiction effects reality all u Miguel lovers better be careful around an irl child abusers u might fall in love. Also the way y'all hate proshippers but are romanticisming a man through his interactions with a teenager is YIKES... OKAY

Also dark fiction isn't the only thing under attack any more. The more chronically online are definitely still yelling about lolisho or whatever but it's spread to the more average consumer and now ppl are attacking just regular old furries again. Which has given me whiplash to witness it's insane. Ppl are legit bullying furries again.

Not to mention the antis in the furry scenes whose entire logic is "if ur animal looks too much like an animal u must like animals"...okay...and something about animal genitalia also.

Everybody so creative!!! So many rules for how to make the most morally righteous fiction so everyone knows ur a good boy who says his prayers.

ALOT of y'all are still religiously programmed to believe ur bad thoughts are satanic. And anyone who has them must be demonic. It's scary how many religious wording y'all use.

Theres a reason why everytime one of y'all go on a tangent about how Japan is full of sick freaks the ppl applauding u are other teenagers and xenophobic white nationalists or teenagers on their way to be xenophobic white nationalists.

There's a reason why sasaki and Miyano got banned before any of the weird gross stuff y'all hate.

There's a reason why while y'all were applauding a furry porn site being blocked in Virginia and in that same anti-porn bill was anti trans sentiments.

There's a reason why payment processors are slowly making it impossible to monetize sex work but starting with all the gross fiction y'all hate and y'all are cheering but aren't realizing that payment processors ARE DICTATING WHAT U CAN AND CANT BUY WITH YOUR MONEY.

There is no amount of influencing a show can do to make someone into the pedophile, rapist, abusers y'all keep claiming ppl are. UNLESS they are already a pedophile abuser or a rapist which is ONLY known if the express the desire to harm real ppl or have already harmed real ppl. Also u can't bully a real pro contact pedophile into not being a pedophile btw!! They do not care, they usually commit multiple offense leave prison(if convicted) and DO IT AGAIN. there is usually no shame involved so no amount of "ew a PDF file 🤢🤮🤢🤮" is gonna stop a real predator like y'all are not only wasting ur breathe but also look really weird being scared to use the correct terms.

I say all this to say. I'm tryna make art and have fun here but Jesus following my fave tags has me inundated with discourse all of a sudden. Can y'all like TAG UR DISCORSE AS DISCOURSE so I can follow the tag but block ur crazy ramblings??? 😭 PLSSS TAG UR DISCOURSE I DONT WANNA SEE IT!!!!!

[mekanikaltrifle]

Most horrifying way you can think of using the more ostensibly benign disciplines (animalism, presence, fortitude, celerity, etc.)

A few horrible little ways to use the less-combat-ready Disciplines you ask? Well... the predator's arsenal of the world's most duplicitous beasts would be always potentially deadly with enough cunning, right? Presence as a weapon could easily be used to charm everyone on a battlefield at exactly the wrong time-- mortals left in awe as a flame rips over the grounds, and they're too slow to react because of your majesty. Fear applied so strongly and so suddenly it puts the frail (or even not-so) at risk of a heart attack. The panic of the mark of Caine driving someone into the path of danger on a freeway or a busy parade, a fear effect causing a human stampede that kills indiscriminately... there are many ways to kill with emotion.

Animalism could slowly but surely empty an ecosystem in an area to cause business and ecological collapse, even just removing a predator or a prey animal by strong enough communicative will could have disastrous effects. And of course the sheer swarming of animals enough to massacre a gathering, the potential for a network of spies and scouts that continually feed into a stalking/hunting effort designed to pull some poor hapless bastard apart at the seams over years, never giving them peace. You could drive a man mad with enough rats.

Fortitude as a weapon could obviously stop a moving vehicle, could kill indiscriminately as a sufficiently powerful vampire becoming as like stone could simply plough through anything in their path. Be resilient enough and leap from a plane, and see how the mortals feel about that terminal velocity surging through them all as you land among them. Besides that I feel a well-trained Fortitude user could reflect bullets back at attackers (though as ever, indiscriminate). On top of that the fifth edition books as much as I do not follow them add the concept of Fortitude giving mental resistance as well... imagine the fear of a Terminator-like bastard who cannot be swayed, cannot be stopped, calmly walking towards you all night. He never tires. he never slows down, and he never feels the need to run, even if you fire at him or drive a car into him...

Celerity is both grace and speed, which I think is fascinating. Obviously as a mechanic you can always use it for extra turns but it also adds to your dice pool for attempts to land hits, and that I think is its most interesting potential: a vampire so fluid and graceful and quick they could sever single blood vessels mid-combat, or even simply damage individual nerves with the time it takes a man to realise what's happening. Blood loss happening so quickly, or agonising pain (certain nerves in the body produce incredibly strong sensory effects if they're damaged) out of seemingly nowhere. And of course, being so fast you don't even need to touch anyone; you pull the air out of a space, so that you suffocate a room of enemy mortals one by one. Speed so quick you can almost see someone's movement before they see it, and can move them from their position over and over and over, pulling more and more frustration from them as they fail to catch you or even see you... dementation who? :D

Auspex too could easily be a deadly weapon in the same way, given that higher levels unlock the ability to telepathically look into the minds of others, and astral project. Knowledge is power and imagine the things you could learn, the horrific little secrets you could levy against someone, all the while as you hear their body grow more and more tense and panicked-- and see their aura shift farther into agitation, confusion or terror. Death by a thousand cuts and all because you can see what they've done even if you weren't there. Touch a murder weapon and learn the face and voice of the killer, and then track him down through the aether. Watch his aura flare with recognition of facts only he and his victim should know, and writhe in an agony he never imagined he'd feel. Listen to the inside of his head, and tell him everything he desperately doesn't want to hear... and mean it.

I hope these fit what you were thinking and by all means do add your own ideas of how these 'benign' non-combat Disciplines could be truly horrifying, because I love seeing how nasty you can get with it-- especially if it's very, very canon. :D

(I actually have a couple Auspex-and-its-associated-clans thoughts I'll need to write up soon. stay tuned for that. :D)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

You know how every like 5 years or so you remember the cringe things you’ve done and for sure grown out of? Like when you embarrassed yourself at 12 or something and now at 16 you’re like what was I thinking?? Anyway I can’t wait until you’re 27 looking back at this blog one day or remembering it at work or something only then to finally realize why people make such a big deal on protecting minors (you) from smut. You’re just a rebellious teenager like we all once were, but I promise you will have your moment of clarity. Everyone I know has experienced it including myself. The only thing I can ask you politely to not do is further advocate that age 17 means nothing when 18 is right there. I know you’re only referring to it here on this blog but that alone is a dangerous rhetoric, it’s what predators use to justifying preying on teens (“I’ve been waiting for you” “You’re so mature for your age” “You’re practically an adult, no one has to know”) and it’s what teenagers up to 19 even use to justify their behavior (“I’m almost an adult, so what if a 33 year old likes me that’s legal!” “I’m not like others my age, I’m mature enough for this”). You’re only thinking about your blog which is fair and understandable but I wanted to help provide insight as to why what you’re saying can ultimately be harmful in the grand scheme of things. The wrong person, the wrong reblog, and someone might get hurt. Be careful on the internet, it’s way more dangerous than we typically think about.

Okay, rude.

And yes, I do know that. I've had that happen many times because I was a very troubled and lost child that has gone through some shitty fucking years. And guess what, I lived.

"Man, I can't believe I wanted to kill myself a couple of years ago, how cringe."

AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, I'm turning 18 in less than 3 months.

If I look back and regret this, that's a me problem, Bae, and not something you need to be concerned with. Worry about yourself.

You do not know and have no right whatsoever to make assumptions about me.

You only know what I choose to show.

I was talking about myself specifically in the regards of writing and posting smut. I started writing and posting smut when I was 17, so not even for a year.

I'm not responsible for anyone but myself on the internet. Not once did the topic of grooming come up.

I'm not a mother to the children on the internet.

I'm not responsible for how people (*cough* you*cough) interpret my blog, my posts or anything else.

This is my blog, on which I share my writing and my ideas. If a random child chooses to live by what I say, that's not my fault nor my concern.

You cannot keep children away from the internet. It's literally impossible nowadays.

And if I hear one more person say wE'rE tRyInG tO pRoTeCt yOu I will actually vomit.

You are not responsible for me.

Because where were you, O holy savior and person of everything righteous, when I discovered porn at the age of 12.

Where were you when that has happened and will happen to other 12 year olds?

How about you fucking concern yourself with problems like this that actually matter, instead of terrorizing me for having a hobby that occasionally includes tame sexual themes.

You can talk to me again when porn sites stop popping up when you put "sex" in the search bar.

And guess what, someone who's 22 now can look back in those revelating 5 years and also think they're blog wad a bad idea or cringe.

Now get out of my fucking inbox.

[wiickedparaphilia]

PLOTS I WANT IN VAGUE, POORLY DEFINED CATEGORIES - if you somehow stumbled upon this, be aware that this post contains a SIGNIFICANT amount of untagged triggers. if you didn't already know that, chances are this post isn't for you.

SCI-FI

ANDROIDS

androids are objects owned by people - fuck them, torture them, make them do whatever you want, do it all in public, society doesn't care

post-DBH style world where androids are generally respected by society and treated as people...except fucked up people still exist so they get kidnapped or you can buy them at underground markets

an android given as a gift between business partners or criminals and used accordingly

married couple where one gives the other an android to take their aggressive or 'questionable' fetishes out on

using an android to replace someone that left, died or they can't have (ie. parent with an android of their offspring, someone w/ an android of their friend's wife, etc)

androids that won't die as long as you keep replacing and repairing certain parts and fucked up ppl taking advantage of that to do things a human could never survive

ALIENS/SPACE

breeding. duh. consensual or otherwise.

oviposition! thank u v much! stuff those humans full of eggs, that's what they're good for

bonus points for anything with usual body parts - double dicks, tentacles, etc

sex! pollen! it's not specifically scifi, but makes me think of alien planets. getting contaminated (or poisoned) and just being absolutely insatiable and desperate - great for breaking minds

medical fetish in general is a delight, but even more so with aliens! let them test and experiment and see exactly what makes the humans squirm and whine and moan

also just general abduction/kidnapping - a million light years from home, no chance of going back after being made into an alien's pet

SUPERNATURAL

WEREWOLVES

knots! everything about knots and knotting!! force it in if it doesn't fit!!

speaking of knots: lying to the human like 'oh no i'll pull out' and then jk surprise, the knot is in and it's not coming out until they're bred

primal shit! prey/predator! hunt them down in the woods, breed them - oops, got a little rough there. well, there's always more pussy in the forest

use a human as a breeding toy for the whole pack, fuck them until they're so mind broken they're begging to be used and then mark your territory just to seal the deal

A/B/O

omegas are common while alphas are rare. could go more harem style OR more free use style where alphas are allowed to fuck any omega they find

uno reverse - omegas are rare while alphas are more common: ppl kidnapping omegas just to have one to breed, parents breeding their own offspring, underground omega trafficking rings

omega goes into heat in public - this could be like 45 diff plots: bred by a best friend or a family member OR gang fucked (consensually or otherwise) in a bar or alleyway OR just being pathetic and humiliated in public

VAMPIRES

vampires are inherently horny, argue with the wall

bloodbag? literally keeping a human just to feed on them. could involve fucking, could just be straight up feeding

vampire spawn insanity, esp with lore where the spawn can't refuse anything the full vampire tells them to do?? the potential for horrors is immaculate

OTHER CREATURES

centaurs. need i say more?

shapeshifters!! either they can turn into anything they want and use that power to fuck someone OR owning a shapeshifter and forcing them to be or look like whatever or whoever you want

tentacles. any sort, any size, with eggs or not

DEMONS/ANGELS

corrupt an angel, show them how good sin is and completely ruin them. fuck them so hard and torture them so much that they revoke god and become fallen as they cum

summon a demon and it goes wrong and the demon steals them away to hell to fuck forever (or torture. or both)

human! sacrifice!

demon torturing an angel. angel torturing a demon?? pls and thank u

MEDIEVAL

right of the king - let him fuck anyone he wants, however he wants, whenever he wants

sibling (or rival) of the ruler fucks the ruler's heir to get back at them (bonus points for knocking them up or being particularly rough)

fucking the disgraced rulers of a defeated kingdom - fuck them in public, put them in chains and torture them, castrate the king and put the queen in the kennels and use the prince/princess as a cockwarmer on the throne

arranged marriages: give the sweet innocent princess to an awful lord to gain money, etc, etc

CRIME

spies pls - spies being caught and fucked and tortured, spies using different methods to get information out of people

kidnapping duh, but especially with stockholm syndrome or general mind breaking to make a good pet/slave

CULT/RELIGION

literal cock/ball worship

a dom making themselves their sub's literal god, full worship and devotion

a priest using god to manipulate a parishioner so they can use them right there in the church

a priest/priestess being used by the worshippers as a sign of devotion

human sacrifice again duh

a cult devoted to masochism, members used and abused and treating it like a holy rite

MEDICAL

TBD

OTHER

BG*3 INSPIRED

anything to do w/ ascended a*starion thank you v much - being insanely controlling, using his powers to control and use in every single way

anything c*azador/a*starion, especially putting on the ritual scars and generally using and abusing him

ori*n,,,,pls love that stabby lil freak

also e*nver go*rtash my not so young handsome man, he would do any and everything

mind control duh

MINDFLAYERS DUH

all the companions are hot and should be banged or get to bang immediately

gale?? tie him up, make him beg and whine and then fuck him until he forgets m*ystra

m*inthara would do terrible, terrible things to someone and she should. let her torture a man bc they're beneath her, thank u v much dro*w culture

druids!! vines!! shapeshifting!! fuck an owlbea*r!! orgy at the grove!!

more about the fuckin loviata*r priest thank u

this is so specific but let! ket*heric! fuck! isobel's! dead! body! (alternatively or ALSO let aylin do it)

anything w/ kar*niss pls gimme that spider man

durge!! in any form but esp dragonborn

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Let's Talk Vampires!

// So as I revisit Vampire the Masquerade, I've found myself somewhat dissatisfied with modern vampire lore? Not in the sense of like, it being bad, but more that it doesn't really feel right to me?

Like when things like Dracula and Nosferatu were being made, the primary trait vampires were known for was unholiness. Basically, all the stuff about crosses and god and the sun come from that. And it's also why Nosferatu is so ugly and why Dracula's depiction in the novel is more akin to a slasher villain in a lot of ways.

But the modern take is more that vampires are impossibly beautiful and that they are all tragic souls who spend all their time angst-ing. And I mean, that is a take, but it often feels to me like it exists to sell books to pre-teens. Now don't get me wrong, I've got respect for Rice and her series about gay vampires who spend their time being toxic and kind to each other in equal measure but it's always felt kinda... incomplete to me? In the sense that they walk up to the line of alienation but never seem to go the next step.

So let's talk about my ideas and why I structure them in my head this way.

I like the idea that Vampires are essentially humanity's predators; humanity doesn't naturally have predators the way say, rabbits or deer do. And so they don't particularly have any defenses. But more than that, vampire's can't really just do things openly. There aren't enough of them, and their nature is that of parasite. Remember this, it will be important later.

So we have three concepts that are now intersecting. One, that they're predators, two, that they're parasitic by nature, and three, that they're alienated from humanity and can't naturally relate to them once they become vampires.

Here's my take: Vampires aren't so much animals stalking prey and hunting them; they're venus fly traps who simply draw humans towards them and then use them. And what does that mean in practical terms?

It means that when a human encounters a vampire, even without knowing what they are, they're drawn to them. There's something there that draws them in. There's no rationality there; neither the person nor the vampire have control over this. The human might think of it as love at first sight, the vampire probably doesn't think anything of it at all.

Because if you're the vampire, then your existence is now defined by an inability to ever actually know the real person. You can't be around people, because they'll essentially become thralls to you. They'll throw themselves at you, desperate to please you, because your very existence induces mania and obsession in people without you having to do anything. And that's not always a good thing either! If you're an undead creature, having people suddenly become interested in you at random when you're trying to go about your business is not a good thing! You're suddenly dealing with hangers on and needy weirdos who are seeking you out when you don't even know them.

But think about how impossibly jaded and bitter you'd be. Humans are claiming all kinds of things in your presence: that they love you, that they need you, that they would do anything for you... but none of it is natural. To them it is, but you know that this isn't their own will. You'll never know the real them. In fact, the only way you could is by turning them into a vampire, but then they're likely to hate you because they'll now be aware of what happened.

Meaning that there's no such thing as a genuine love between a vampire and a mortal any more than a wolf can love a rabbit. They're just not the same, and it's not a natural affection.

So what you end up with are vampires who can't understand human society as it changes, because they cannot naturally adapt or invest in people the way humans naturally do. What defines things for people are our connections to each other, and the idea that these connections are genuine. A vampire thus cannot have any genuine connection to anyone living, and so everything is just a thing. A person might be beautiful, they might be interesting, but at the end of the day there's nothing personal or unique about them.

Thus you have situations where a vampire might decide to spend time around artists to create things, or one might decide to play games politically. You might have one who ends up indulging in cruelty, abusing their natural attraction to drag humans into the mud with them. After all, resentment is still something they can feel, and the absence of a real connection makes it very easy to succumb to darker natures.

Again, the idea is that vampires are naturally alien to humans, and over time become more alien to them, as they become entirely unable to understand or connect with anyone naturally. Humans naturally get drawn to them, but they can't truly grasp what a vampire is, and a vampire knows that any attraction isn't real in the sense that it wasn't natural.

So what you're left with is a bleak existence where inhuman parasites exist, but cannot truly live the way humans do. It's an obsidian mirror, a distorted reflection of what it means to be alive, a pantomime of living. They might be able to create the semblance of life or love or living, but it's not real and can't be. And in the end, they become stuck, because there's no way to truly escape this cycle.