#and i would be so transfixed by the coolness of that that i would calm down until the pain hit me again and I'd start screaming again

[arctic-hands]

Never gonna forget my second round of scopes (a combined upper endoscopy and a colonoscopy all at once) where I was only put under partial anesthesia and could feel every moment of agony as they maneuvered the cameras and tubes up my nose, down my throat, into my digestive, and, oh yeah, up my ass too. I remember every moment of writhing around in pain and screaming and sobbing and begging them to stop but not being able to articulate clearly because of the tubes, not only in physical pain from this torture but also an emotional wreck because the elderly nurse who swore up and down he would hold my hand thru it all wasn't there at all like he promised. I remember the doctors mocking me throughout the procedure while I screamed because it was obvious I had cheated on my medical fast. Mostly tho I remember the head nurse screaming at me "Stop acting like a child!"

I was twelve

[yuoimia]

you’ve got my heart, sweetheart

summary: things genshin men do to get your heart racing!

characters: neuvillette, diluc, childe, kaeya, wanderer, wriothesley, alhaitham, zhongli, tighnari, xiao, lyney, kazuha, albedo, ayato, heizou.

notes: quite suggestive in the last scenario, kissing, gn reader.

putting an arm around your waist - neuvillette, diluc, childe, kaeya, wanderer.

Unfazed, the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. It’s an arm around your waist. A light hold, keeping you together. Sudden, you say? He replies with a soft shrug, seemingly trying to brush off your comment from causing anything you could as potential blackmail in specific future situations. If only you knew how many more sudden things he’d pull if it guaranteed such an alluring reaction.

The feather light sprinkle of pink on your cheeks, the small stutters in your words when he tightens his hold—maybe he is actually unbothered.

However, it's still a grand mystery what he’d do if you were the one to suddenly initiate such a teasing, knowing action that would very likely practically get him silently begging for more.

remembering every little thing about you - wriothesley, alhaitham, zhongli, tighnari, xiao.

It seems his attention is always directed at you.

How else would he remember such strange things? Out of the blue, he reminds you, supposedly kindly, but with that cockiness that flows with the words. The smug face he doesn’t even try to hide; he wants you to know. Sometimes, he’d tilt his head expectantly, falsely surprised that you didn’t know. It seems he enjoys seeing you both irritated and flustered. Irritated because he’s obviously toying with you, making you a mess with his words alone, and flustered because he does it so well.

Truthfully, he does enjoy seeing you annoyed at him because he knows you couldn’t possibly be mad at him for long.

He really is that cocky.

asking for permission before kissing you - lyney, kazuha, albedo, ayato, heizou.

The split seconds before your lips intertwine, body’s heaving in sync, hands tangled together, he stops.

He stops and watches you with an intense yet affectionate gaze, lips tugging upwards.

Slow and heavy movements gracing his features as he bends just a bit closer, closing the gap between the two, his hitching breath tickling the shell of your ear as he lets out a soft whisper.

“May I?”

Once again, his eyes are transfixed and glued to yours, a gentle smile spreading as he repeats himself, even though he knows he doesn’t need to.

“May I please kiss you?”

[milswrites]

Hobbies Part 4.

~Azriel X Reader~

Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?

Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader

Series masterlist

Warnings: tiny tiny bit of angst but this is mainly fluff :)

Notes: Thank you guys for all the love on this series! I love reading all your comments <3

“No Azriel! That’s way too much sugar!”

Frustrated, Azriel sighed, halting his pouring of the sugar into the mixing bowl and heavily slamming the bag onto the counter, where it fell over and sugar spilled out of the bag covering his kitchen top.

Trying to keep his cool, Azriel replied through gritted teeth, “Fine. You do it then! This is a lot more work than I thought it would be anyways”.

Y/N placed her small hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. It did the job, Azriel breathing in deeply through his nose and immediately apologising for his outburst.

“It’s alright,” she smiled, removing her hand from him so she could start to clean up the mess he had made, “it’s not that big of a deal. I just didn’t want you to rot your pretty little teeth with all that sugar.”

Sighing, Azriel moved to help Y/N, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this, you would have been better off doing it alone.”

“Nonsense, the point of this is that you’re trying something new. It wouldn’t be very good if you gave up this easy”

Azriel would never understand how Y/N could always be so happy and calm, especially when dealing with his bad moods and sudden angry outbursts constantly ruining their time together. No matter how much Azriel tried to shove her away or how many times he got mad at her, Y/N was always there, smile on her face, a soothing presence to help draw him back from the darkness. Y/N was an angel sent by the mother.

He couldn’t imagine anyone else he knew being patient enough to teach him how to bake, but here Y/N was. She had turned up at his door, bag of goods in hand and announced they were going to make a cake together before matching into his flat.

Azriel was glad he had started opening his curtains and fixed the holes his knives had left in the wall, which as the days went by started looking a little less like Rhysand’s face. He had even moved the sketchbook and pencils Y/N had gifted him off the floor of his flat. He wouldn’t have liked to have seen her distraught face if she had entered his flat only to have seen them gathering dust on the floor.

So here they were, squashed together in his small kitchen, attempting to bake a cake. Once the sugar was cleared, they continued with the recipe. Only this time Y/N hovered her hands close to Azriel’s whenever he poured something into the bowl to ensure there weren’t any more mishaps. Though he wasn’t sure how much that helped, the ghost of her touch making his hands shake nervously.

Batter complete, Y/N carefully transferred it into the container for baking and placed it into the oven. “Now we wait” she hummed, licking the cake mixture from her fingers before removing her apron, Azriel’s eyes transfixed on the movement.

“Uh, would you like to go sit down while we wait?” Azriel awkwardly stuttered, as if not sure how to converse now that there was a break in activity.

Y/N completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere that Azriel had imagined, happily skipped over to his living room before hopping onto one of his sofas, bring her legs up and tucking them under her. Azriel followed like a lost puppy and made to sit on the same sofa as her before he changed his mind, not wanting to make Y/N uncomfortable and sat in the chair opposite.

“I see you’ve taken up decorating,” Y/N teased, sight set on the wall where the holes at once been, where Azriel had done a terrible job of attempting to plaster them back up, “maybe don’t quit your job. I don’t really see a future for you in interior design.”

Azriel acknowledged her joke with a scoff but failed to reply. Instead, his focus was on Y/N’s dress now she had removed the apron which had been hiding it since she arrived at his door. Her dress was a lovely shade of cobalt blue, similar to that of his siphons, and was different to the normally bright colours she wore that reflected the usual Day Court attire. If he squinted he could trace the delicate silver threads that trailed over the material depicting swirls and markings that reflected that of the Illyrian tattoos he and his brothers bore. Azriel shook his head, no, the details were too small for him to make out from this distance, he was just seeing what he wanted to see.

“Your dress is pretty, is it new?” He asked wanting to sate his curiosity. At this Y/N blushed a deep shade of red and sat up a little straighter, “oh…um yes I had some free time earlier this week and I was feeling inspired so I made a few new things”.

“It looks… it’s great” Azriel cursed himself for giving such a poor response but he was too stunned by his shadows whispering to him that Y/N had made it with him in mind. His shadows message was what drew him back to reality. There was no way in hell that Y/N would use him as inspiration. His shadows, though they weren’t normally, were wrong.

Wanting nothing more than to distract himself from his swimming thoughts and shadows teasing that Y/N admires and appreciates him, Azriel joked, “no dress for me?” If possible Y/N turned an even deeper shade of red, “I don’t think you’d fit in this Az.”

Still unable to tear his eyes from her dress, which hugged her curves so beautifully it was Y/N’s turn to change the topic, “so how have you been enjoying the Day Court?”

“It’s not the Night Court, but it’s not bad. It has some redeeming qualities.” At his words Azriel’s eyes trailed up Y/N’s body, over her slightly exposed chest and finally stopped when they met her eyes which were staring right back at him.

Hiding their unspoken words with humour must have been something both Azriel and Y/N shared as she replied, “I’m suprised you didn’t burst into flames at the first sign of daylight. Isn’t it always dark where you’re from?”

“What?” Azriel laughed, thoughts of Y/N’s dress long gone. “You think it’s always dark in the Night Court?”

Embarrassed Y/N stutters, “Well… it’s just… it’s called the Night court!”

By this point Azriel had lost it, tears forced their way out from his eyes as he laughed and laughed at Y/N’s foolishness. Y/N looked as if she didn’t know whether to be amused by Azriel’s reaction or utterly distressed at how stupid she had made herself appear in front of him.

“You get nighttime in the day court don’t you?” Azriel spoke in-between laughs. Now defensive upon realisation that she really had been a fool, Y/N tried to help her situation, “well it’s not as if I’ve ever been to another court”.

Azriel’s laughter stopped at this, he forgets that not everyone has been to as many places as he had. That many people never actually saw the outsides of their own court. That was one fortune of his job role as spymaster.

“What do you even do for Helion?” Azriel asked, realising that he didn’t even know. It was easy to forget that Y/N was sent here by Helion, that she wasn’t spending time with Azriel out of her own free will no matter how much he wished for it to be so.

“I am a courtier. I deal internally within the Day Court. Make sure the people are happy, give their feedback to Helion.”

“So your whole job…is just to make people happy?”

“It’s a little more than that but yes I make people happy. Can’t be doing my job very well if you haven’t realised that though”

There it was again. The horrible reminder to Azriel that you weren’t here for pleasure, it made something ugly grow inside of him, the realisation that you were only pretending to be his friend.“Right. I forget you’re being paid to be here.”

“Actually no, I’m not. I took the day off today” Y/N said it dismissively, as if it wasn’t important.

But to Azriel, to him it meant everything. Y/N had taken the day off and had decided out of her own free will that she wanted to come and spend her precious time off with him. Azriel knew from his own count how few and far between getting days off are. Hope glimmered in his chest that perhaps whatever this thing growing between them was, she felt it too. That Y/N wanted to explore it just as badly as Azriel did.

The distance between them suddenly felt too much. Azriel shifted forward, all senses telling him he needed to get closer to the woman sat on the sofa before him.

He wondered if he asked the question, asked why she was here, she’d be honest and tell him it was for him. Tell him she wanted him just as badly as he found himself wanting her.

But of course, as soon as Azriel opened his mouth, as if knowing what he was about to say, Y/N jumped to her feet interrupting the moment. “Oh cauldron the cake!” It was only now Azriel noticed the burning smell slowly creeping through the flat, the two had been so engrossed in each other, in their conversation, that they hadn’t realised just how long they had been sat there.

Azriel launched on his own feet, tailing Y/N as she sped to the kitchen and tore the cake from the oven, the top of which was black and smoking.

“Well at least it’s not on fire” Azriel said and at the same time Y/N huffed “so much for a birthday cake.”

She said it quiet. So quiet that Azriel probably wouldn’t have caught it if it wasn’t for his shadows repeating it to him as they whispered in his ear.

“Your birthday? You wanted to spend your birthday with me?” Azriel was caught off guard with this information. Y/N, who had been stood there blowing on the cake as if it would suddenly catch on fire, stopped what she was doing and casually replied “yeah?” So casually in fact that she acted as if it was obvious that she would want to spend the day with Azriel, holed up in his flat baking together.

“But what about your family? Friends?” Azriel was still in disbelief that someone would choose to be with him.

“No family. And I guess I work so much and spend so much time making sure everyone else is happy that I forget about myself, so no friends really” she shrugged, as if it didn’t really bother her and Azriel supposed he could relate. He didn’t have any other friends outside the inner circle. And yet where Azriel was cold and moody, even with his found family, Y/N was alone and she acted as if she was the happiest person on the planet. Every time Azriel found himself understanding the Day Court woman, he learnt something new that completely altered what he thought of her.

“Come on are we going to decorate this or not! I hope your cake decorating skills are better than your wall ones” Y/N smiled up at him, “Ooh I totally forgot, I should have given it to you earlier, don’t want to get messy” she began routing through the bag she had brought, until she must have found what she was looking for as she pulled out a spare apron. An apron which was the same shade of bright yellow as her own.

Azriel opened his mouth to protest but his traitorous shadows reminded him that Y/N had decided to spend her birthday with him and urged him to go along with what she says to keep her happy. With a grumble Azriel put on the sun-coloured item, a flat look on his face as he glanced down at Y/N who was positively beaming.

“The mother sent you to torture me didn’t she” Azriel was sure he said it in relation to the uncharacteristically bright clothing she had made him wear but now, eyes hovering over her body once more, he wondered if he was talking more about the agony of being in her presence and not acting on the feelings stirring within him.

“You caught me”, she giggled playfully as she busied herself preparing the ingredients needed for the icing, “I was sent here to make your life miserable”

Unable to stop the words coming from his mouth Azriel couldn’t help but say, “well you’re not doing a very good job of that” That earned him a wink and an air kiss from Y/N, Azriel found himself wishing to know what her lips would feel like elsewhere. What they would feel like on his.

Thankful that Y/N had chosen to make the icing herself, Azriel watched on as she stirred the bowl, happily chatting away to him about her week and all the people she had helped at work.

It was in this domestic bliss that he allowed himself to dream. To imagine what his life would be like if Y/N was from the Night Court. He imagined coming home from work to find her in the kitchen baking, a kiss on his cheek in greeting as she tells him all about his day, about the dresses she made. It was a life Azriel could never have, not while they both had loyalties to their own courts, but he allowed himself to dream.

A tentative touch to his hand pulled him back to reality. Y/N was holding the tips of his fingers, face full of concern as she looked up at him, “Are you ok?”

Azriel’s breath caught in his throat at their closeness, heat crossing his cheeks, “Yeah, never better. Are we going to start?” Y/N’s smile returned but her eyes still flashed with worry, “Show me what you got bat boy.”

The cake wasn’t pretty. A mash of different brightly coloured icing mixed together in an unorganised mess. Some of which was smudged on their hands, faces and aprons as they struggled to try and make the cake look appetising after it had been burnt. Now they both stood admiring their hard work which stood lopsided on the kitchen counter.

“I guess we eat it now right?” Y/N said, reaching over for the knife on the top to cut into it.

“One minute” Azriel’s words stopped her reaching and he rooted through the cupboard above him looking for something. “Aha” he said victoriously, pulling out a single candle, the type made for lighting a room, not a birthday cake. But all the same, Azriel stuck it in the middle of the uneven cake and lit the flame. It wasn’t perfect but Azriel as proud, proud he had made something for once instead of the usual destruction he leaves in his wake.

“Make a wish” he spoke softly, traces of a smile creeping onto his face as he watched Y/N hold her icing-stained hair back as she leaned forward to blow the candle out, closing her eyes tightly as if she was wishing really hard.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, something stirring inside him.

“It won’t come true if I tell you silly” Y/N said as she plucked the candle from the cake so she could serve it. Cutting them both a slice they lifted it to their lips, each taking a bite.

It was the most disgusting thing Azriel had ever tasted and it was most definitely his lack of baking skills to blame. Y/N’s eyes bulged and she grabbed a napkin before spitting the cake in her mouth out into it. Azriel, not quite as ladylike, spat it onto the plate in his hands.

“I’m sorry I ruined your birthday cake” Azriel anxiously said as he watched Y/N help herself to water and start chugging it in an attempt to get rid of the taste. She shook her head, swallowing the last gulp of her water before saying, “it was perfect Az. Thank you for spending the day with me.”

Realising that they had finished doing what she had come for and that she would now take her leave, an odd sense of fear sparked in Azriel. Fear that he didn’t want the day to end, that he could spend forever surrounded by the vanilla-scented presence of this beautiful woman before him. So Azriel took a leap.

“Would you like to go out? For your birthday of course”

Y/N’s eyes snapped to his and for a moment Azriel was worried she was going to say no. But then the biggest grin he had ever seen on her face broke out and Y/N squealed, “Yes!”

“Great! Great!” panic now filled Azriel as he had no idea what they were actually going to do, “do you…do you mind if I have a few hours to come up with something?”

Y/N agreed, saying how it would be best to wash the icing from her hair and change first, and so she packed her bag and walked to the door to leave. Azriel, opened it for her the promise of seeing her later on his lips when Y/N leaned up and placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek causing his jaw to drop in shock.

A shy giggle left her mouth at his reaction, her sweet voice filling his red ears as she said, “I’ll see you soon Az” His eyes chased after her as she left, travelling down to linger on her beautiful dress once more, the silver markings, his markings, glistening in the light as she walked.

Azriel stayed rooted to the spot, staring into space at the corner of the corridor where she had just left. Unsure of how long he had been there, his senses returned when his neighbour walked round the corner, jumping in shock at seeing the large Illyrian warrior stood there in a frilly yellow apron. Azriel grunted and slammed the door shut.

Part 5

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Enjoy the fluff while it lasts there’s still lots of angst to come :)

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Drowning on Land

Husk and Angel were not happy with Charlie having them help set up for her father’s surprise party but they hadn’t played most of these games since they were kids on Earth so they complied.

They helped find arrows that could pierce apples but not harm sinners.

Then the real wild goose chase of tracking down real ducklings (or as close as they could find) in hell.

Apple cider.

Apple pie.

There were apple decorations too. Tablecloths, banners, cups and plates.

But Husk thought Alastor’s reaction was worth it. and Angel liked Husk’s reaction.

Baxter was just confused. This was the king of hell, not the weird kid from school, why was the party so weirdly themed?

This seems like the kind of party his parents would have thrown for him as a child. He didn’t even want to think about himself from back then. Stupid little party. Stupid empty chairs. Stupid family.

Lucifer wasn’t even there yet but as Baxter stood at the bar, with Angel sampling the apple-themed menu Husk was mildly annoyed to have had to learn, he saw demons and even a few deadly sins dancing. They were all talking about Lucifer so fondly. He had so many friends and loved ones.

Stupid big party. Stupid crowded dance floor. Stupid hotel.

“Baxter, if you squeeze that cup any tighter it will break,” Husk warned, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah and then you will get your little lab coat all wet,” Angel Dust added unnecessarily. He was already drunk.

“I just can not comprehend why Charlie insisted on such a ridiculous party. It is childish.” Baxter said, hoping they were both faded enough to not notice him catching a glimpse of Niffty running the apple bobbing game. Just like that, his mind wandered away from the bar again and he watched how Niffty tossed another apple from her bag into the wooden tub to replace the one the last sinner took off with.

Husk and Angel were not faded enough to not see his shoulders relax and his face soften as he stared across the room. He was so transfixed on the stabbing machine he didn’t even feel when Angel took the paper cup out of his hand and set it back on the bar. He did feel it when Angel tipped the barstool forward and Baxter’s face planted on the floor.

“What the fuck was that for Angel Dust?” Baxter spat as he stood back up and dusted himself off.

“I just thought you needed help. Looked like you were about to get redeemed and ascend right before my eyes!”

Husk shot him a dirty look. “Not cool Anthony.”

“Sorry Baxter,” Angel grew a stupid smirk on his face, “That you are too scared to go and flirt with Niffty.”

“That’s absurd!” Baxter lied, like a liar.

Husk suddenly in a bit more of a playful spirit chimed in, “Besides it looks like Niffty has enough bad men to keep her company.”

Baxter looked over and saw Niffty attempting to touch the blue flames of one of the sins. The guy was reacting to her the way one would react to a butterfly chasing them. His laugh hit Baxter’s ears and his feet started moving until he could hear the beast speak.

“Aw, you really are living in the spirit of lust aren’t you!” He cooed at her like she was a horny idiot while pulling her off his shoulder with ease.

“I like bad boys! You are a baddest boy!” Niffty said back to him because it was her job as a host to be nice, Baxter decided to believe despite Niffty’s long history of mild to not-so-mildly harassing bad boys.

“Yeah well I might be a bad boy, but that’s what my man likes!” Baxter watched as the blue bastard looked down at the clown next to him, “Don’t you Fizz?” the man kissed his lover and Baxter calmed down as Niffty smiled and started asking the fuzz guy if he was a bad boy too. The men laughed and eventually walked off and the next sinner walked up to bob for apples.

Baxter suddenly felt like he was the stupid one as he powerwalked back towards the bar.

Angel kicked his feet up on the stool Baxter was attempting to climb onto. “Angel Dust you do not require two stools.”

“Go actually try and get her attention this time toots, because that was pathetic,” Angel said with a lot less sincerity than he meant.

Husk just laughed, “Anthony, leave the kid alone. He’s probably never even kissed a woman. ‘Mad Scientists’ never do.”

“Oh whiskers don't be that harsh on him bab-”

Baxter yanked the stool out from under Angel’s feet and hopped up onto it. “I will have you know I have done plenty of kissing in my time. I have been here over a hundred years!”

“Damn, alright kid,” Husk said pouring him a new drink.

“I am probably older than the both of you! Just because I am short does not make me a child.” Baxter argued.

“Hey look Niffty is flirting again!” Baxter looked quickly back towards the apple bobbing game and saw Niffty sitting alone tossing apples into the small pool. The line was gone.

Angel’s laugh filled Baxter with rage. “Alright! Fine! I don’t know how to get Niffty’s attention in any way that would not result in Charlie kicking me out of the hotel.” Baxter put his head down on the bar, pouting like the child Husk was already accusing him of being.

“Dumbass, she literally is already obsessed with you,” Vaggie said while walking past with a clipboard.

Baxter hardly had time to think before Charlie rounded the corner and yelled, “He’s almost here!” Using a rare display of her magic she turned off all the lights as everyone crowded the door.

From the time Lucifer walked in the door and everyone yelled “Surprise” to when the last of the guests started leaving, Vaggie’s words replayed in Baxter’s head.

Baxter looked at the now empty room as the mad woman worked cleaning. He grabbed a bag and started tossing paper cups and plates as fast as he could and in the direction of her as some form of cover in case she asked him why he was there.

“You clean fast!” Niffty returned the observing he had been doing to her all day.

“You clean better.” He managed to say despite the foot that was clearly (metaphorically) lodged in his mouth.

“Yes, but fast is fun!” Niffty said now making circles around him.

He decided to trust Vaggie’s words and simply match her energy. Soon the two of them were running around the entire hotel for any mess they could find. Baxter wanted to follow some form of logical system for it but her infectious fanatical laughter drove him mad with glee. He would put the cart before the horse to hear that sound forever.

They finished cleaning and walked together, talking about the party. Turning off the lights as they cleared the rooms.

“You never came over to the drowning apple game,” Niffty said as they reached the one game they didn’t put away.

“It wouldn’t have been fair to the others dear Niffty. I am a pro at this game.” He said, lying again. He is a damn liar.

“Prove it!” Niffty said, clearly smelling his fear. “Prove it and you win a prize!”

“What’s the prize?” Baxter didn’t remember anyone getting prizes besides the apple.

“A secret!”

“Wait, I can’t know the prize first?” Baxter looked nervous. He did like Niffty a lot but he did know she liked murder a little too much to really want to turn his back on her.

“Nope, now bob for the apple!”

Baxter walked over to the pool that had its entire surface covered in apples. The water was hardly visible. An idiot could pull this off. Even in the dim room.

The first try he missed and came back up to make sure an apple was right where he was going for then he tried again.

The second time the apple touched his mouth but rolled away before he could bite down.

The fifth time he thought to turn on his little anglerfish light.

The twelfth time he almost gave up but as he looked at Niffty she looked at him with those big old eyes and he kept trying.

The fifteenth time he started keeping his eyes open.

The twenty-second time he started not coming back up all the way between tries.

Switching between air and water was exhausting his lungs. He was getting lightheaded from the inconsistency in the oxygen source.

Twenty-nine times. Twenty-nine times and he finally felt his teeth sink into the crisp fruit. He picked up his head and turned to Niffty.

Her face lit up! She was clapping for him! It was beautiful until her face dropped as everything started spinning.

He was certain he was only down for a second but it was clearly enough time for Niffty to have pulled his head onto her lap. “Silly boy.” Niffty said while playing with his wet hair, “You forgot to breathe.”

“No, I remembered to breathe. Just once I saw you I was breathless Niffty.” He said with an uncharacteristic amount of Charisma.

She continued to play with his hair, “You want your prize now?”

“Sure.” He said, not really wanting to move but bracing himself for it anyway.

Niffty moved her hand down from his hair, tilted up his chin, and planted a kiss softer than the tiny maniac should be capable of on his unprepared lips. He froze at first before returning the kiss. It broke way too soon.

“You liked your prize Bax?”

“Yes,” Baxter paused for a moment, “Am I going to be required to bob for apples for another one?”

Niffty’s smile could only be interpreted one way in his oxygen-deprived mind as sat up quickly and started reaching back for the tub of apples.

“Baxter no! Bad boy!” Niffty laughed as she watched the probably concussed sinner start bobbing for apples. He tried with a lot more need than the first time. Desperate for another taste. She watched as Baxter’s hand went missing from the end of his sleeve and suddenly reappeared moments later dripping wet as he spun around with another apple in his mouth.

Niffty really liked this bad boy.

NSFW pt. 2

[angelagiarratana]

Anon Writes 1

You’re at a Smosh meet and greet at a con and when you and Angela lock eyes there’s just something™️ there. Later you’re on the con floor and you’re not really paying attention to where you’re walking, too busy looking at all the cool merch in the booths. You walk right into Angela. You basically become a stuttering mess. She flirts and you walk away with her number (ooorrrrr you walk with her to the nearest bathroom 😉)

Vidcon was something you both loved 

Angela came into the living room carrying Spork wearing her Vidcon hoodie. You paused the show and looked at her in the kitchen cooing at Spork. “I like your hoodie.” She looked at you, “Hm I wonder why?”

Some people from Smosh were over for a game night and Angela insisted on bringing Spork to play. Courtney put her phone down, "Wait is Y/n the girl from vidcon you wouldn't shut up about all week?" Angela scoffed, "Why would you expose me like that!" Shayne laughed loudly. Keith demanded, "Okay now I need to hear this story."

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“Have a good day!” You told the guy who just bought a t-shirt from you at Vidcon. The floor was packed with people from different fandoms trying to get to their creators before they sold out of what they wanted. A couple people who didn’t know of your work stopped by, the sticker table catching their attention. You weren’t paying any mind to it until you heard a laugh that was too familiar to you. You turned around to see Angela and a few of the others from Smosh at the table next to yours. The panic set in when she looked at you and you made eye contact. Her face lit up, “Oh my god! Y/n! I love your work!” Your face started burning, you knew you got some traction but Smosh knowing you existed? You were a fangirl at heart. “Hi! I also love your work. Huge Smosh fan.” She approached your table and set her full attention on you. Angela was transfixed by your features. The way your cheeks moved when you smile, how your eyes lit up when you talked about your upcoming projects. 

The 10 minute conversation felt like 10 seconds. Amanda walked over and grabbed her arm, “Hate to interrupt but we have a panel to get to.” Angela frowned, “Can I get your number or something so we can talk again this week?” Your heart stopped and you had to take a calming breath, “Of course, just text me!” She left you with the promise of getting drinks one night. The next night, your sitting at the hotel bar waiting for your friends to come down to walk to the party. Your phone buzzed on the bar and you set your glass down. 

Angela 

Going to the party?

Your cheeks lit up bright red. You picked up your phone and shot her back a text,

Yeah! I’m waiting for some friends to walk over together, be there soon

Angela

See you then pretty girl 

Time frozen, and before you could fully process it your friends came around the corner. You were pulled from your seat and dragged out the door, still speechless. It was a bold move from her end. Unless she saw right through you, she had no way of knowing what your feelings or intentions were. You mind raced as the elevator doors to the roof opened and flashing lights caught your attention. After a shot of liquid courage and a song belted with your friends, you opened your phone, 

Hey, I’m here. Are you here yet? 

Angela

One sec, I think I see you, don’t move

You looked around hoping to find her too. Faces you recognized, random influencer, DJ, Chanse, Angela, your friends, wait. You snapped your head back around to see her waving at you, dodging and weaving through the crowd. She was more dressed up than usual, but still in her dirty white shoes. When she reached you her mouth fell open, “You look amazing.” You smiled and thanked her, “You also look fantastic.” You didn’t hesitate to check her out, but regretted it when you met her eyes, a knowing look on her face. “Do you want another drink?” You simply nodded and grabbed her arm, making her slightly chuckle. 

A few more drinks in and the drinks have been long forgotten as you and Angela sat in a corner of the room on a couch, side by side, but face to face. Your legs thrown over hers. The corner was quiet enough to hear each other without others hearing. Angela swirled her glass of a watered-down vodka tonic, her attention fully on you, once again astonished at you. Angela could barely feel her legs but she wouldn’t dare say a word. “Actually moved to L.A. alone and just figured it out as I went. I had a plan but no real way to make it happen. I met a guy at a coffee shop because I complimented his mug and he gave me my first permanent job here.” Angela was awestruck, “That’s fucking awesome. That’s like the most Indie movie moment I have ever heard.” She put her hand on your knee, squeezing it. A jolt ran through you. Angela noticed how your breathing changed and you couldn’t look at her. “What’s so interesting over there beautiful?” She was laying it on THICK and you loved every second of it. 

“I really think that smaller theatre production companies make some of the best work and it rarely gets any recognition purely because of the lack of A-list cast members-“ “Hey Ang!” Chanse yelled as he jogged/drunkenly stumbled over, “We’re all heading out and you know the rules.” Angela sighed, “Come together, leave together.” She looked at you, a genuine pout on her face. “You’re so precious.” It came out so smooth and warm, you couldn’t believe it left YOUR mouth. Angela smiled and looked down at her lap. You put your hand on hers, “Go, I would do the same. I’ll text you tomorrow?” She nodded, “Let me know when you get back?” Your turn to nod. She lifted your hands pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You moved your legs as Chanse dramatically gagged. “You fucker,” Angela stood from the couch and smacked his arm, “I’ll see you Y/n.” You waved and watched them as they danced over to the rest of the group and Courtney hugged Angela. 

You then stood looking for your own friends only to never find them. You checked their location to see them at the hotel, leaving you to walk back alone. You sighed and started back. You turned the corner into the hotel lobby and shivered from the AC. The lobby was still bustling with people drinking, playing games, filming, and getting extra pillows. As the elevator doors closed, you thanked the universe for the silence. 

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"And that's when I found her in the elevator, by herself, tipsy. I was absolutely gut-wrenched that they left her by herself four blocks from the hotel." Angela squeezed your hand. "I remember rambling about how much I wish I had just asked her to walk with us." Courtney immediately sat up, "That is the best YouTube love story I have ever heard." Amanda raised her hand, "Yeah I agree. That was straight romcom." Courtney hugged Amanda and they dramatically cried. You chuckled at them. "No that's just fanfiction." Spencer chimed in, "I would know, I did the research for fanfic theatre." The group chuckled and Angela looked at you. 3 months later and she can’t focus when she looks at you.

[k0yaz]

IT’S ME THE MONIKA ANON, YOU ATE W THAT FIC THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD ‼️‼️

Also I just ended up quitting the game because it confused me too much and never finished it until like two years later when I watched a playthrough and realized that I would romance Monika at the end. 😭

Could I request her reaction to that happening?

also could I be 💤 anon?

error of a heart.

Pairings: monika x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, very heavy angst, part 1 is optional so this can be read as a standalone, horror themes, monika going insane, mentions of implied suicide, death, blood, hallucinations, monka crying this had to be a warning bc i felt so bad :(, this made me start crying no joke, guys im sobbing help, oh no I cuss like once here aaaa, I want to hug her sb, wrote this on a school night so might not be good, not proofread.

A/N: hell yeah you can be 💤 anon, and no thank YOU for the food I love ddlc with all my heart and I’m so happy I could write for it AND WHO CARES IF I HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING RAHHAHA 🕯️

No.

This was a cruel joke, right?

Monika’s sleek fingers threaded into her coral brown hair, grasping at her scalp with widened, twitchy eyes as she felt her chest tighten with each gaping breath. The screen displayed a ticking count of your absence from the game, the small pink dotted box splaying out thickened and bolded lines of text. Her body felt like it was wavering in and out of existence.

The horror of situation dawned upon her, feeling as if pixels of her merely drawn figure were being ripped out of her piece by piece. Her hands practically slammed down onto the opposite ends of the control panel, breathing forced and drawn out as tears glossed over her once bright emerald eyes.

“Is this it? After you’ve made me suffer for so long?” Monika spat, her voice laced with clouding venom that blinded every sense with a mixture of rage, despair, sorrow. She couldn’t even tell what she was feeling at this point. She just knew it sure as hell wasn’t positive. Cool grazes of the wind drifted into the club room through the opened window, swaying her hair off to the side and masking her lowered, empty eyes.

Nature no longer calmed her down anymore. Not when the natural world and lush landscapes outstretched through the window were all false. Bits of code. There was no reason for Monika to pretend anymore. Not when the woman who was her sole purpose for living had been ripped away from her so cruelly. Uneven beats of her heart was the only sound alongside the clock within the desolate club room, the quiet noises ringing in her ears with each agonizing second that passed.

Did time even exist anymore?

“Why? Just why (Name), why? You just had to play through…were you that disappointed that you couldn’t love me the way I loved you back?” She sobbed quietly, lips quivering as her palm dragged along the dried tear cracks bruised down her cheeks. Her teeth ground together in pure anguish, eyes fluttering shut with each quiet sob that racked her glitchy sprite.

Monika’s brows furrowed together as she tried to choke back her cries, shoving them back down her throat and tilting her head up to fix her gaze upward. There was probably nothing there. Maybe she was just hoping there was an entity, a creator, a higher power, anything. Anything that she could scream at to soothe her error of a heart.

Whatever didn’t allow her to have a route was the reason you were gone. It wasn’t your fault. Her gaze remained utterly transfixed onto the console, chest rhythmically rising and falling with her shaky breaths as she slowly came to terms with reality. Her vision slowly grew clearer, the thick fog of blinding emotion seeming to part itself before her as she anxiously circled her thumb along the ridge of the console. Monika began to understand. Her once bright green eyes, reminiscent of a leader, darkened into two cold pools of deep emptiness you could get lost in if you ventured too far.

You weren’t coming back.

Who was she kidding?

She got her hopes up for nothing.

She was the fool in this situation.

Shattering screeches began to pierce through her ears as she felt her eyes slowly beginning to sink into her skull, wanting to squint upon catching sight of the epileptic flashes of red green and blue. An endless mind breaking cacophony circled her within the void, rendering her immobile as she was forced to resume the unending torment that would plague her over and over.

Monika’s expression was devoid of any trace of possible emotion, her form tilted back as if she was succumbing to her fate. It was like she was drowning in an empty stomach of falsehood, caged in this endless cycle of knowing she wasn’t real. She never was real. She never will be. Everything she knew, everything she felt, it wasn’t real. If you could leave so quick and she couldn’t do anything about it, she couldn’t have been real. No chance.

Nothing was real.

The gravity of the situation dawned on her, weighing her down as she sunk into the void once more. Eyes gradually drooping lower and lower with each passing second clicking in her head—if time even existed here, Monika felt herself drowning into an ocean of code, which stung at her every sense like a numbing frostbite.

“Monika, are you alright?”

Her head jolted up from the desk, bleary vision lingering on the other three club members circling her. Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri fixed their concerned gazes onto Monika’s tired expression, faint dark circles adorned below her eyes. Great. She had another moment where only she was aware.

“Where is she..?” Monika muttered out weakly, her voice still raspy from her supposed ‘nap.’

“(Name)…where is she?” She inquired, confused glances being exchanged among the other three girls before looking back down at her. “There’s…no one here named that..” Yuri replied, a perplexed look crossing her features, deep purple eyes locked onto Monika’s messy form. Sayori simply gave her a gentle smile, resting a hand on her shoulder with her fingers brushing against the fabric of her blazer in an attempt of comfort. “Let us take care of things today, alright? Get some rest, you’ve been working too hard after all..”

A feigned appreciation painted her face as her palm rowed forward dismissively, attempting to imply that she would rest, and that the others were welcome to take over. Monika heaved a deep, shaky breath that pulsated in her chest over and over, slumping back onto the desk as her fingers tightened into the edge of the smoothed over wood. She couldn’t help but glare at the other members with a bitter disdain creeping up within her. They have everything she wanted. Yet they didn’t need it. Nobody understood how much it fucking hurt for her.

A sharp sting seared against her pointer finger, slashed diagnonally along her skin as she took in the seeping pain of the minuscule paper cut. She flipped her hand over and brought it close to the tip of her nose, examining the blistering red glistening along her finger as crimson droplets trickled down the open wound. It didn’t mean anything anyway. Just a couple taps of the control panel and this cut would close right up.

Monika allowed herself to wallow back to sleep, eyes slowly flickering in and out of consciousness as she slowly began to mentally return to her personalized hellhole. Her eyes slowly focused on the flash of bright light hovering above her head as her lashes filtered her already fuzzy vision. The light flooded her senses as a sharp pang of uncomfortable warmth spread along her drowning body within the void. It was warm, like being held. Yet disheartening to her knowing it was simply the faux comfort of the repeated codes strings.

It all became so clear now. There was no purpose, and she knew what was meant to be.

With remaining strength she could muster up, Monika extended a shaky hand upward, outstretching it to manipulate the code. Within moments, her body began to sink further into the endless void, the horrific orchestra of screaming no longer affecting her as her slow, rugged breaths filled her ears. It didn’t take long before her throat began to tighten, eyelids slowly lowering shut as she tilted her head back to allow the waves of erasure overtake her meaningless body. Her consciousness was slowly fading as Monika parted her lips to utter out a final set of words before drowning herself into the sea of her scripted feelings.

Ah. She adored the idea of you. Even in her final moments, as her throat closed in on her like a claustrophobic cave, she couldn’t help but think of you. Perhaps she would be granted the honor of laying her eyes upon your beautiful self when she got the chance. But for now, it’s not meant to be.

“If only I could be reborn in your world, (Name). We could be together. But not in this life.”

A/N: OH MY GOD I SOMEHOW COOKED ON A SCHOOL NIGHT??? I should’ve done this earlier but…OMG IM ACTUALLY FUCKING SOBBING BRO WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SAD MONIKA DESERVES BETTER.

💤 anon it’s your fault for making her cry /j

Someone request something good for this woman I feel bad I love Monika so much idc if Yuri is my favorite Monika still deserves everything :((

Also oo I added a filter to the banner and it looks sm better ok goodnight I need soeep

[cookeybg]

Cerulean blue doesn't quite cut it

Billowy white clouds drifted slowly by, while emerald green leaves obscured the rays of the sun, casting a cool shade upon Damian. He stared up at the sky and tried to imagined a set of familiar eyes. He lifted his pencil, wiggling it in thought. The day had been lazy, calm, and he had decided to sit under the large branches of his favorite oak tree, sketching idly, enjoying the quiet. Titus slept on the large blanket he spread out, with Alfred the cat curled on his paws, both ever faithful and protective. Damian had eventually leaned back, their warmth bringing further comfort, he was now so relaxed that his mind wandered aimlessly. "His are more cerulean." He mumbled to himself. He tapped at his lip, humming. Those cerulean eyes would brighten whenever he said or did something that pleased him, that made him laugh, and Damian would stare at the unnatural but beautiful sight. Somehow, of everything he was capable of doing, it was those eyes, their color, that would solidify to Damian that he was not fully human. Yet, in many respects, he was more human than Damian, had taught him how to be more human. It had been years since their first meeting, the thought of it made him both cringe and laugh, made his chest warm at the history between them. He could imagine those eyes laughing, sparkling with mischief, crying, and in pain. Damian did not like seeing him sad, it was an emotion that did not fit someone so bright. "Maybe, a tropical blue." He extended his hand up towards the leaves, spinning his pencil. He could never get the color right. No matter how many times he would blend his paint, it was never good enough. “No, it has to be cerulean.” Damian sighed to himself letting his arm rest over his forehead. In a moment of clarity, he sat up right with a jolt. His heart beat quickened, a prickly sensation spread in his fingers, the ground didn't feel stable anymore. Titus and Alfred watched him, standing at attention. Shakily, Damian clutched at his chest, his breath labored. He couldn't believe it, he refused to believe it, how long had this been going on? It just wasn't right. He swept his other hand through his hair trying to calm down. The tree shook from a gust of wind and Jon knelt beside Damian looking at him, his brows furrowed. "Hey, your heart suddenly shot up." Jon said, placing both hands on Damian's shoulders. Damian stared back at Jon, agape, he could feel the hot flush of embarrassment, and something more, something deeper, rise up to heat his ears, to burn his cheeks. Those complex blue eyes widening further. "Are you okay? Can you breathe?" Jon restrained himself from shaking him "I'm…in love with you." Damian gasped out. Jon stilled, his eye color did the thing Damian could never replicate in his art. A beat too late, he realized what he had said and tried to move away, but Jon held on to his shoulders in an iron grip. "You aren't messing with me are you?" Jon rasped, his Adam's apple bobbed. Transfixed, all Damian could do was shake his head, he clutched at his chest harder, wrinkling his shirt further. Jon swallowed, inching closer. "I love you too," his face was only inches apart from Damian now, "may I?" He could feel his breath against his lips. He nodded and Jon rushed in, Damian's eyes fluttered closed. His lips were hot, soft and he smelled of wheat fields and ozone. His strong arms wrapped around him in a gentle, trembling embrace. It dawned on him that Jon was just as nervous, just as desperate as he. He removed his hands from in front of his chest to clutch at Jon's back, drawing him closer. Damian fell backwards bringing Jon with him. Their kiss ended with Jon laughing atop him. His eyes were the type of beauty to enjoy in person and no human hand would be able to capture it. He gently placed both hands on either side of Jon's face and just stared at him. Jon's gaze softened his eyes changing blue once more. Distantly he heard Titus and Alfred huff at their master's antics and settle back in their respective places. Cerulean blue doesn't quite cut it.

I had fun writing this, it's based on how I felt/reacted about my first love. I'm demisexual so it came as quite a surprise lol I hope I was able to get that feeling across. I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56516671

[missyandthemisfits]

Akihiko Nirei - 90.8 Kilos, Approximately 

His brown eyes were intense as they scrutinized every inch of her form, jotting down notes periodically as he did so. (Name) could do nothing but shuffle uncomfortably in her skirt and skin, eyes transfixed on the ground as she quickened her pace. She was above average as far as weight so she was pretty used to people giving her funny looks, but nothing quite like this. Unfortunately, he took this route as well, walking to and from school she guessed. Finally, she decided she’d had enough, stopping abruptly before spinning on her heel, face burning as she confronted the bleached stranger. 

“I dunno what I did to deserve this, but it needs to stop! I don’t even know you and here you are judging me-,”  His eyebrows scrunch together at this accusation, waving his hands in protest and approaching cautiously.

“Judging you? There’s no way I’d do that! I happen to think-,” He takes a beat, face heating up, “I happen to think you’re very cute, Miss. Probably the cutest girl I’ve ever seen!” 

She was about to protest, eyes burning from frustrated tears, ready to call bullshit - but the look on his face, the seriousness in his eyes made her think otherwise. 

“If that’s true then…why are you always scribbling in that notebook instead of talking to me?” The expression he gives is one of a child who’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have, complete with a stutter and an even brighter blush.

“I uh… I like taking notes on people who are really cool. Though in your case it’s because you’re insanely cute. I-I thought if I knew more about you it would make it easier to approach you, but…” He trails off, sufficiently embarrassed. “Sorry…”

She takes a breath, exhaling loudly in an attempt to calm her own nerves before speaking again. Carefully she closes the distance, taking out her phone.

“You’re lucky you’re cute too, blondie…Here, my number.”

Nirei takes out his own device, nearly dropping it in the process. He was a clumsy fool by his own definition, but his curious quirks seemed to have worked in his favor - this time, anyway. 

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

Ellaaaa please tell us about your show!!! I want the whole account (if you want to/when you have time ofc)!! I'm so happy you got to hear fine line live ahhh you totally deserved it!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH KIND ANON I CAN SCREAM ABOUT IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

so we had front of stage tickets and it was 100% the best ticket ive ever had so far: zero effort for an insane view and a fantastic place in the crowd with all the space we needed to dance and more. i've queued before and just really never want to again for more than enough reasons, and here was shown how i seriously didn't need to.

wet leg was epic. i am obsessed with them they are so fucking cute and also cool and also hot and also good. yes. i screamed my frustrations to the sky with them and all was good in the world.

and then. i'll just say immediately that the setlist is fantastic and definitely the best collection of songs i've ever heard of his, despite lights up not being there. the beginning was super fun and energetic, he is a master showperson, but it's in a way that is uniquely his. you can look at him and be in awe of the grandiose performance filling that entire stage, and then see that he's also smirking, skipping along the runway and pulling faces at his band. it's just. !!!!!!!!! you know?!?!?

my soul left my body during stockholm syndrome. goosebumps forever, bc of the sheer disbelief that im hearing a 1d song live. harry smiling, us screaming.

i've always wanted to hear she live, too, so that was just... mesmerizing. there were orchids projected on stage and it was all so perfectly fitting. our orchid, our mermaid. note the colors as well :')

then it was a big fucking party. just dancing and singing like we've never done before. he really felt happy and like he felt good, so happy and jokey. he grabbed Three pride flags during tpwk, and this was my first time witnessing the brass quartet as well. it was a BIG FUCKING PARTY

grapejuice is also so fun live. it's always such an experience to hear him sing a song live that he hasn't really sung before. i could tell that it's a tough one to sing, but he made it fun and quirky and cute.

aaaaaand THEN HE SANG FINE LINE. he sang fine line. holy shit. this is like. i grieved when he decided to stop singing it last european leg, it hit me hard. i think i've said it a shitton of times already on here but fine line is a song i listen to every morning and every night, it's the only thing that can calm me through a panic attack. it's an anthem of perseverance, hope and self-love. hearing it live was just me being transfixed, mesmerized, by what was unfolding in front of me, and slowly crying more and more. a tight tight hug from @bluewinnerangel through the sobs at the end was necessary bc we were all falling apart. in the best way

the darkness and pause after that were also necessary to get us back on track, for a show that was going to rake us through the entire spectrum of the human emotion once more. sign of the times was just. gasp

the PARTY that then ensued during wmyb. that bse intro is something else. any 1d reference obviously unlocks something unhinged in my brain that makes me fucking lose it, but hooooly shit. it goes SO HARD. wmyb always does and i'll never get sick of it.

to finish us off, of course, we have our rock: kiwi. the heaviness of that intro is addictive. his menacing gaze when he's choosing who to soak. the fucking SONG GOES SO HARD. IM HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

and then it was over. but it felt extra extra good bc i knew i would be experiencing it again hahahrghr and my body is definitely stiff from the legit workout i did during the concert last night so. holy shit fuck yes

[gusherguy]

Mushroom Madness 2

part 1:

(CW: inflation, vomiting, eating vomit, bursting)

Dr. Tay only had minutes to clean up, collect himself, and return to the lab before his colleague Dr Fore would arrive. As he felt his belly begin to gently churn, he was relieved to find a spare coat in his locker. He stashed his dirty clothes there. A few swigs of mouthwash later, the doctor had managed to fully mask his fungal infection. He headed back to the lab at exactly 3:32 -- just moments before Fore entered.

Dr. Fore walked into the room with measured steps. He's a tall man of about thirty, younger than Tay, and he always seems to have his nose in a book. His demeanor is calm and calculated, but something about the manner in which he glanced around suggested that he might be on edge. He had always been…a little nervous around this experiment Tay had been working on. Sure, he knew it wasn't dangerous , exactly, but… "Uh…Tay? You there?" He peered into the lab from behind the door, before properly closing the door behind him as he set his clipboard and bag down. "Oh, hello…" Dr. Fore, for all his cool and collected exterior, couldn't help but glance to Tay's slightly distended belly. His eyes linger there for a moment before he swallows hard and clears his throat. "How did the test subject fare? Was everything up to your expectations?" He nervously adjusted his glasses.

"Good afternoon to you, Fore. Yes, everything went--urp! -- went perfectly. More than perfect, even, I would say." Tay greeted him enthusiastically. He absently rubbed his bulging gut with one hand as he animatedly spoke. "The test subject bounced back post-ingestion very well. And the data is more than I could have asked for. Look here! This fungus is not only infinitely self reproductive in the proper incubation, but it rewards its host for consuming it with a flood of endorphins!" Dr. Tay keeps swallowing over and over as he showed off his notes. His stomach was 60% full. It is hard to stop belching, but the full warmth feels so good. Its like the mushrooms love him.

With those words, Fore's face lit up. "Really? That's amazing! That's even better than we had expected…" He got a good bit closer to Tay to read the notes. "Did the subject seem to be in a lot of discomfort?" There seemed to be a place where Tay's notes had…stopped, abruptly, like he was so transfixed on the situation he forgot to take notes. Fore made a mental note of it, but wasn't sure if he should ask. Tay was a higher ranking scientist, after all, and he knew better than to question Tay…he didn't want to be the next subject.

"Well, any discomfort was quickly alleviated by the fungus." Tay said. "She was very good about letting it in. Though i am curious if it would have a different effect on a male subject. I have reason to - hiccurp!!" He was interruped by a sudden throaty cross between a hiccup and a belch, shook his head and pressed on. "I have reason to believe a testosterone-focused endocrine sysem responds to the endorphins differently. This discovery will change the world, Fore!"

Fore was a bit startled by the very uncomfortable sounding burp that had worked its way out of Tay's throat. "Are you alright? You didn't…didn't get any kind of contamination, right?" He tried to remember if they even had any protective masks in this room, or if they only kept them in the sterilizing spaces between here and the testing rooms…No, Tay wouldn't have been so foolish to do that, right?

"Contamination? Fore, don't be so close-minded." Tay was having a harder time swallowing back his burps as he slowly approached his colleague. He cradled his big, swollen tummy in his hands, feeling heat creep over him. That oddly enticng sharp scent that had intoxicated Tay exhaled from him, filling the room. "This is our future, Fore. You have the chance to be a p -urrrrp! A part of our evolution!" Beneath his lab coat, Tay's belly visibly churned.

Fore caught a small whiff of the smell and immediately some part of him was drawn to it. He cursed under his breath as he tried to cover his nose to keep the smell from affecting him but it was too late. Something inside of him was drawn to Tay, it spoke inside of his very being in a voice that was familiar yet foreign to him. "You…you have been….you….you got too close, didn't you?" Fore stammered. He was trying to fight it, to scramble back and find a mask to cover his face from the smell and get this wing locked down. He had backed himself against a locker, trying to open it while reaching behind him while his eyes were still locked on Tay. He could see Tay's swollen stomach barely peeking under his lab coat. He knew what part inevitably came next, he really needed to get that mask--

Dr Tay braced his hands firmly against the lockers, fencing Fore in. At this closeness, Fore could hear the gurgling and churning in his body, the wet rushes of liquid trying to escape as Tay swallowed over and over. "I've been more than close to it, Fore. Its inside me. It chose me, Fore." He slurred, gulping between sentences. "And it wants you….it wants you to accept its gift, too. Don't you want to let it in?" His cheeks bulged briefly; a heroic swallow and he continued. "Don't you want to see how good it feels? My god, Fore, you have never felt anything like this…." he had held off on vomiting for so long, and now the expanding fungus was becoming too much for him. Dr. Tay cradled his big tummy in his hands and rubbed it proudly. "Feels…..urp……so fulll, so warm, its - urk- life, pure life!"

For a moment, Dr. Fore stands there, paralyzed as he watches Tay continue to retch up his stomach contents and gulp them back down in the same moment. The closer Tay got, the more Fore felt his heart racing. The sounds coming from Tay's stomach made something inside of him tingle. The strange, gurgling noises are punctuated by sharp, violent belching as the mass of fungus shifts and bulges inside Tay's gut. Dr. Fore feels almost repulsed, but as his eyes trail down to Tay's hands massaging his stomach something snaps in him.

He gave up on trying to get the locker open and trying to hold his breath against the alluring smell that came with each exhale Tay let out, right into Fore's face like some kind of intoxicating smoke. Fore tried to stammer out a response, a question, anything. Was…was Tay going to vomit on him? The idea somehow excited him, to a degree, the tingling sensation set alight by the idea. He swallowed hard as he tried not to whine and his knees knocked together helplessly.

The closer Tay got, the more Fore felt his heart racing. The sounds coming from Tay's stomach made something inside of him tingle. He gave up on trying to get the locker open and tried to hold his breath against the alluring smell that came with each exhale Tay let out, right into Fore's face like some kind of intoxicating smoke. He tried to stammer out a response as he felt his hands reaching down to try and move his coat to cover up an… unfortunate…. reaction he was having to the entire situation. Was…was Tay going to vomit on him? The idea somehow excited him, to a degree, the tingling sensation set alight by the idea. He swallowed hard as he tried not to whine.

Tay had held off on vomiting for so long, and now the expanding fungus was becoming too much for him. He gagged and spewed gray mushroom froth down his lab coat. He braced his hands on his knees and gave in to the delicious pressure in his belly that made him vomit lovely fungus everywhere. Resisting the urge to puke felt like delaying an orgasm. And his prey was right here, ready for him to fill up. Tay heaved twice and barfed a thick gush of mushrooms and froth down his neck. "Hahhh….aahh….urrrlllp! BwuooRRRLLLLP!!" He panted and vomited again. It was as if a valve opened in his throat, letting everything out on himself and Dr Fore.

Something about the sudden sensation of hot thick puke spattering across his chest nearly made Fore orgasm right there. He couldn't cover his mouth and nose anymore, but somehow the mushroom gunk that was splattered all over him actually smelled…good? Why, why did that smell good, why did he have the urge to--

The next time Tay heaved, some primal urge inside of him made him try to move so Tay puked into his mouth. A small voice told him not to, to resist, but the lust and desire overcame that little voice. He pulled Tay closer to him as they pressed their stomachs together, Fore's mostly empty against Tay's that now strained and heaved actively. The fungus took root, and Dr fore feels nauseous. His belly is 45% full and growing.

Dr Tay moaned approvingly as he brushed his captive's hair back with one hand. "Ohhh, yes. Good job. Good job. Take it all in. Let it - urrggurlllp!! -let it flow into you." He encouraged in a deep, sultry tone. His words dripping with nausea. He held Fore close and pressed their lips together as he began heaving harder.

Fore felt himself melting into Tay's touch, leaning his full body weight into the locker to keep his knees from buckling beneath him. He couldn't even get any words out, just a moan of approval as he obediently did his best to swallow down the surge of sludge that Tay had graciously gushed forth. He fought the urge to gag as he felt the squirming mush slide down into his stomach. His hands slid down Tay's sides as he held tight onto Tay's hips and ground himself into Tay in desperation. Something about this…entire situation had Fore so exceptionally turned on he could barely stand it.

Fascinating. A side effect of the mushrooms, no doubt. Or…was it that some part of him had wished he was here when Tay was working with his subject..? Watching her make a mess wouldn't have been as nice as this, however. The mess dripping down his neck as he couldn't swallow it all, the sound of it thickly hitting the floor… it was all so arousing. The doctor was overcome by the fungus in him. He swelled to an inhuman shape, spewing more spore bile all over himself, his belly was full of wiggly little mushrooms.

Tay mumbled unintelligibly as Fore obediently swallowed his mess down. He pushed the last few chunks deeper in with his tongue before breaking the sick kiss and looking at his handiwork. Fore was soiled and his knees shook, he gulped over and over as his belly swelled. Tay smiled. "You're going to make such good fungus babies…." he crooned. "We'll fill the world with them, you and I…." He is aroused by the sight of his victim. Covered in his fungus, ready to make more for him…it played into all of the older man's power fantasies. And he could see Fore's arousal too, poking from under his coat, chunks running down it. Tay burped and swallowed and fondled Fore, gently rubbing the mess in his crotch. "You are doing such a good job. Enjoy it. Feel every second of this."

He looked at Tay with pupils blown wide with need. Dr. Fore, his head tilted back and mouth open, eagerly swallows the stream of slimy mushrooms that's regurgitated from Dr. Tay's lips. He lets out a low, sultry moan with each swallow, the feeling of life and warmth filling his gut bringing him to almost delirious euphoria. Even the thought of so many mushrooms growing in his own belly was not enough to dampen his excitement for this new experience. His brain was being pumped full of chemicals that made him feel almost like he was vibrating with each touch. He wanted to touch himself, touch Tay, but his 50% full stomach was rapidly expanding and seemed to have other ideas.

He was bucking up into Tay's touch as each surge of orgasmic feeling built up inside of him like a tightly wound coil. His stomach gurgled ominously; inevitably he would have to vomit and some part of him wanted to. THe spores were getting to his head and he loved it. Tay gagged and burped up more creamy puke, Fore almost choking on it. He greedily swallows another load of sloppy, fungal froth, closing his eyes in bliss. The sensation inside of him is almost intoxicating; his stomach roiling and rolling as the mixture of saliva and mushrooms mixes together and begins its transformation, swelling and bubbling and growing and changing. "Mmmm…" He gasps quietly, his eyes fluttering open and gazing adoringly at Dr. Tay. "I feel… so…" His voice trails off. As if reading Fore's mind, Dr. Tay pushes a huge gob of mushrooms into his mouth, making him practically choke on their size.

A burp crept it way out of him and he hiccupped a few times in quick succession. His belly stretched and churned, swelling over 60% full. "Are you-- hicuurrrp -- enjoying this…too?" Swallowing hard between hiccups and burps, Fore had barely realized how much of a mess this was, what this had to look like…

In response to the question, Dr Tay smiled and rubbed slowly up against Fore. Their chubs pressed together, oozing pre through their pants. "It's so good, isn't it Fore? These endorphins….an organic aprhodiasic…" he murmured and belched deeply. It felt so good to burp, he felt the fungus in his gut curl and begin to take root ever so slightly. His cock was weeping pre, so much it was like he'd already cum, but it was just the alien mushrooms in his body affecting every fluid. Tay rubbed Fore's belly, pleased to see how it was coming along. His belly was 101% full!

Fore wanted to form a response, but all he could manage through his whining of pleasure was a gasped breath and a loud belch that turned wet partway through. "Fuu--hrrrk! Hrrrrup!" As the belch left him, it carried a flood of thick froth and chunks of fungus matter that splattered down Tay's chest and Fore's front as he shook with the beginning of an orgasm. He heaved another time, immediately after, much harder, and that sent him over the edge, the gush of thick vomit sending him into the high of a wonderful rush of pleasure. It splashed everywhere and drenched his coat.

Dr Tay murmured approval as the sudden gush sprayed him, running through his fingers. Some part of his brain recognized the smell as good, as a sign that Fore was accepting the fungus properly. He rubbed Fore's belly. "There you go. Ohh, beautiful. You're coming along well." He said encouragingly.

Fore was trying to swallow it down to be able to speak, but his body wasn't going to let him. Right now, it was focused on spreading the fungus by releasing it. "Hglouurgh! Urrhglllpp…bwuurrghhll!" He threw up violently, feeling hot chunks crawling up his throat. Tears welled in Fore's eyes from sheer exertion, as his stomach visibly churned and convulsed under Tay's touches. "Hnnng….glrrrk! Hrrrrrargh--!"

Try as he might, he could not hold in the growing pressure, and another thick gush poured from his mouth, and another, and so much more it began to pile thickly at his feet. It looked as though his body was being filled even faster than Tay, mostly due to how much more he had taken in straight from a willing donation source. The infection ran rampant, overfilling his stomach again and again. He could barely stop to breathe through each moaned out heave, spilling down his chin and neck and body.

The grey and offwhite sludge collected between the feet of the two men. Tendrils of mushrooms weakly sprouted and wiggled, trying to grow, but they couldn't in the open air. Then Fore could finally get in a breath, Tay was there to encourage him. He had to hold the man up by his arms so that he didn't outright collapse. "There you go. Doing good. Feel that warmth spreading through you. It's chosen you too, Fore." he said, soft and soothing. The smell of the fungus was starting to get him pleasantly nauseous again. He moaned as a rumble ran through his belly and belched. "Let it all happen, Fore. Urrrrp! The mushrooms know what to do."

His vision blurred as he tried to focus on Tay's face, his voice, but it was like he was swimming through an ocean of mushrooms in his own mind. His stomach finally gave him a moment to relax, though he didn't stop hiccuping and burping and drooling froth. "It's…. hicccurlllp it's really nice, actually…." he murmured between spit-up mouthfuls of slime as he tried to get his strength back to stand on his own.

The fungus wormed its way through Fore's intestines, working gurgling burps out of his body as it expanded and grew. It pumped his system full of pleasant chemicals as it worked. Dr Tay watched him with glassy-eyed pride. His own fungus was rumbling in his belly. Another load was ready to be expelled, ready to infect more hosts. He belched deeply and tasted the dusty-sweet froth in the back of his throat. "Achkk-rrggll. Guhhgh." He gagged and swallowed, not wanting to vomit just yet. He wanted to keep watching Fore's progress. He rubbed the man's belly and thighs with care.

Dr Tay's cheeks puffed out with chunky slush and he moaned and swallowed again and again. It seemed the fungus was determined to make a reappearance. His shoulders heaving, he leaned up against Fore again, pressing their bodies together and shivered with pleasure. Oozy grey pre soaked through his briefs and slacks as he humped absently, squishing the pools of sick between them. "I th- urrrrpp.. I think I'm going to….to start again soon…." he got out between sick belches.

Fore reached down to stroke Tay through his slacks. It made a slimy sound as he burped and gasped. "Oh yeah…you're g-gughhhrllp! Gonna be sick?" He pushed hard on Tay's stomach with his free hand, simultaneously stroking Tay and putting immense pressure on his bloated stomach. He couldn't stop instincively begging for more vomit, couldn't stop pleasuring Tay and feeling the pleasure flow through himself. "Go ahead….let it out….I want it." The feeling of the now lukewarm sick under his fingers made him gag slightly, spitting up more froth and chunks. Not a proper heave, but definitely some sludge. His clothes were caked with the stuff.

Dr Tay exhaled and it turned into a deep belch that felt like it opened his throat wide. He grabbed Fore's face and locked their lips together. The next moment, he felt the satisfying rush of gray sick up and out. It exploded straight down his colleague's throat in a chunky surge. The pressure Fore was adding helped make every bout effortless. He leaned into the man, moaning as he gurgled and heaved up a huge amount of mushrooms. It held on for almost 15 seconds, spilling from their lips and piling up at their feet. Dr Tay hiccuped as he took a breath. His stomach was almost empty, but….Fore's was far from it.

The newest bout of vomit he'd taken in had pushed Fore's intestines to their limit. As Dr. Fore gagged and belched one final time in desperation, a loud creaking is heard from the inside. His eyes go wide to see a thick, ropy stalk slowly forcing its way out of his belly button. It wiggles its way up and out, spurting puke from its base, and up… until, suddenly, he's hit with a wave of excruciating pain in his entire abdomen. His head snaps up and his eyes tear up—but the stalk is only just out. It's writhing and alive, as if it too wanted to escape. The pain persists. He opened his mouth and puke effortlessly poured out.

The new life grew over Fore's body, the roots and tendrils winding into his coat and over his hands. His stomach is revolting, uncontrollably beginning to purge. He vomited the spores inside him onto the roots to help them grow. And grow they did!

Dr Tay watched with amazement at the complete transformation tearing through Fore. He was swelling up, gray-skinned and slimy. Tendrils of long fungal bodies spurted from his bellybutton, his nose, his ears, his mouth. The vomit comes up in a steady stream of mushroom flesh, each belch and moan sending waves of relief up into Fore's ruined body. Soon, Fore is covered in the fungus, its roots extending down his coat, its strands wrapped around his hands. A strange warmth has set over him, a kind of euphoria that makes him feel as though every cell in his body is alive… or at least soon-to-be alive.

The mushroom spores are now completely covering Fore's body, their tendrils and roots digging deeper and deeper into his flesh and muscle. As every muscle in his stomach begins to contract and clench, the only release is through his mouth. His belly bulges and he moans in a slow, almost sensuous way, little more than a barely human mass of heaving mushroom flesh. He throws up, and throws up, and throws up. He heaves so much of the sloppy, thick mass, each new wave of it feeling like a little orgasm of relief, of satisfaction.

By the hour's end, Dr. Fore was no more. It was as if he had vomited himself into nothing. All that he was now was a quivering, slimy mass of twisting mushrooms, growing up to touch the ceiling. A totally alien growth. It shook and burbled and spurted out fungal slop every so often.

Meanwhile dr. Tay had burped up his own fungus and came out of the ordeal still outwardly human. Tay giggled and burped, trying to compose himself. He had to spread this fungal gift to everyone in the world. Tay is giddy with anticipation. He's created a miracle, a wonder of the plant world which will bring forth a new era for humanity. He has to spread it far and wide, to everyone he knows and everyone he doesn't.

(Story based on a roleplay with @furryemeto )

[siriuslyasorceress]

Prongsfoot Week 2023 - Day 7

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Life has been unexpectedly busy and I missed the past few days, so here is some verly light smut as apology.

The scene is part of a flashback for the story I am working on, so it's connected to the snippet I posted a while back.

Day 7: Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

“You have been on the broom for too long,” Sirius chides as James walks into the changing room after his shower. He is wearing his boxers already, because Sirius is not entirely wrong, the insides of his legs feel sore and chaffed and the thought of them rubbing against each other without fabric in-between makes him grimace.

“No such thing,” he says lightly, because he would go back onto that broom in a heartbeat if someone asked him, all pain forgotten.

He receives an all-suffering eyeroll in response.

“Oh yeah,” Sirius says, challenge in his words and his eyes, his hand stretching out to lightly trace his fingers along the inner side of James’ thigh. A sharp hiss escapes him, it burns, but oh Merlin does it feel good to feel Sirius’ fingers like that. He bites down the inside of his cheek hard.

Sirius eyes him for a moment, elegant eyebrow raised in assessment.

“Sit down, captain,” he then says softly, eyes locked onto the red of his thighs. James feels like he is ready to die as he drops onto the bench, legs having gone too soft to support him. 

Sirius kneels down in front of him. The pose is so familiar it shoots warmth into James’ face, and he forces himself to think about a plethora of unpleasant things to keep calm. It would be wrong to show that kind of reaction, they don’t do this anymore and it feels unfair to Lily. He is grateful Sirius’ attention is fixed on the bag next to him, fishing out a tub of healing balm.

His movements are slow and deliberate as he opens the tub and sinks his fingers into it. James is so transfixed by the view, the glint of the silver rings, he can barely hold back a whimper. Then, Sirius’ steely eyes find his own before the fall onto his legs and he starts carefully rubbing circles into James’ aching thighs. This time, the dreaded groan escapes him and he hopes Sirius takes it as a sign of pain and nothing else, because this part of their story is done, even when James so much wishes it weren’t so. He closes his eyes in a sorry attempt to regain his composure.

They don’t stay closed for long, because he is weak, and he can’t miss the view Sirius is presenting, the rare submissiveness in his posture, his eyes following the movement of his hands as they rub in the cooling balm that is providing James with so much relieve and pleasure.

The desire to have Sirius’ eyes meet his own again is bigger than the voice of reason in his head. “Supernova,” he breathes out, because he just can’t help himself. The reaction to the name is immediate, Sirius’ head snaps up, pupils wide enough to hide almost all silver, and James only now see the red tint on his cheeks, previously hidden by his hair. His eyes travel to Sirius’ lips, those sinful, kissable lips. They are parted already, so ready to be kissed silly.

James’ fingers move on their own accord, colliding gently with Sirius’ chin, meaning to guide him closer, all consequences be damned. Sirius moves toward him, the familiar line of his neck stretching to meet him.

“Oi, is that you Potter?!” a familiar voice shouts from outside the changing room and Sirius jumps to his feet quicker than James’ eyes can follow. James wants to shout in frustration when he sees the guarded expression re-entering his face. He doesn’t have time to say anything before Benyi fucking Fenwick continues, “For Merlin’s sake, the Gryffindor training ended half an hour ago, you can’t overrun into the Ravenclaw training all the time. I’m opening the door and I don’t give a fuck if you are starkers.”

He follows suit to his threat and charms the door open. James crosses his arms, staring daggers at the Ravenclaw. “Honestly Potter, you-,” he notices Sirius then, and his annoyed face morphs into a grin. “Oh, not you too, Sirius! Not even your pretty face can stop my training session.” he laughs before pulling Sirius into a kiss. The kiss that was supposed to be James’.

[bits-of-bedlam-writing]

Safely in Bondage

Very light on triggers: mentions of sex, no depiction; mentions of blood drinking, no depiction; collaring; light bdsm; light humiliation; mentions of cheating

I haven't written in many many moons. I am still apparently capable. Blindly enjoy it, cool. Give me constructive criticism, my soul is yours.

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Keya lay on her bed roll, apparently asleep. But in truth, she was meditating in the usual custom of elves. She spent 4 hours reliving and reviewing the days events and battle strategy and she would "wake" well rested and prepared to correct yesterday's mistakes. But she was dwelling too long in softer things-- the pale elf and their dalliances. Was he a mistake?

Not for the reason most would assume, he was a vampire, so what? He'd never demonstrated a lack of control in his hunger, not since that first night. He'd never taken without asking or invitation. Like any other creature, he needed sustenance. And she couldn't deny the feeling in the pit of her stomach when she let him feed, trapped in his grasp, transfixed by the feeling of his cold, smooth lips against the warmth of her neck.

Lips that wandered after he'd taken his fill, sweet whispers, soft kisses. Gently drained of blood, she was barely her quippy assertive self. She felt so free and calm, softening under him, letting him use her body to sooth all of his hungers. She didn't even mind how he spoke to her, teasing her desperation and weakness. He always set her right when he had taken his fill, nestling her down into the blankets, cleaning up the mess he made of her.

No, his nature wasn't the problem. Her recollect reeled back another decade or so to him, Oryst, the last man she'd let so intimately close to her. Similarly fair, but mortal, just another elf from a higher born family. His sky blue eyes sparkled when he smiled, and he'd used his position to gift her many pretty things. His similarly honeyed lips touched her much more gently and whispered promises of a future, love, a family.

Ultimately, he'd been much more cruel than anything Astarion had ever done to her. Had she only attended court more often like her mother wished, she would've known. He was married the whole time. Joining her "hunting" while his wife was home with child.

Astarion's blood hued eyes held the same secrets. His honeyed words the same weight of secret agenda. She didn't know what he was hiding, but she knew well enough that there was something. The last lying man she'd trusted had cost her everything. She'd been exposed, humiliated, exiled. She was made a pariah while he went back to his high born life.

"Whore." "Homewrecker" "Biir"

Not again.

She would confront him the next time he came to see her privately.

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Which, as it would happen, was now. His cold hand lighted gently on her shoulder and turned her toward him. "Come with me, pet." His tone was breathy, excited. "I have a surprise for you."

Her eyes opened and lingered on his face. Open and eager. Sometimes he was so in the moment that he left himself an open book, preformative charm set aside. Thus leaving her so conflicted.

"A surprise you've paid for?" She quipped as she rolled to her feet, shaking the rest muss from her long red hair.

He scoffed, pretending to be offended by her perfectly legitimate question. "Yes, yes I did." He held his hand out expectantly, waiting to lead her away to privacy. "You're worth the trouble."

She took the offered hand and followed, both of them sure-footed and silent as they navigated their way down to the familiar clearing. But this time, carefully arranged in the middle, were several blankets and pillows. A wooden box sat nestled between them, like an egg in a nest.

He drew away, grabbing up the box and beckoning her with a wave. She walked to him slowly, taking in the scene with a bemused smirk and cocked eyebrow. "Am I to be picnic fair tonight then?" She settled daintily on a cushion, watching his fingers tapping... nervously? On his precious surprise.

"No," he rolled his eyes and stopped for a moment. "Well, perhaps. But I wanted to give you something." He opened the box and turned it toward her. "Or at least offer you something." His eyes rested eagerly on hers, watching her reaction.

Inside lay a thick chain, comprised of intricately patterned silver links. She picked it up to look at it more closely and her attention fell to the pendant that hung from it; a garnet, so brilliant and clear that it reflected even the limited moonlight of the dark night. She was inspecting the embellishment on each side that held the gem when he placed his hand over hers, capturing her attention.

"Before you say anything, I have a confession to make." He began, clearly fighting to hold her gaze. "When we started this, when I met you, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so that you would never turn against me."

He lost his struggle for eye contact and faltered, pausing a moment. She grasped his hand holding hers and the pendant, her touch gentle and wide patient eyes encouraging him wordlessly.

"It was easy. Instinctive. Habits from 200 years of charming people kicked in." He finally looked back up at her, searching her face for anger he didn't find. "All you had to do was fall for it." His voice broke with pain, his perfect face creased with fear and vulnerability. "And all I had to do was not fall for you. Which is where my perfect plan fell apart."

He stopped, braced for her to process what he said and reject him. When it didn't come, he took a deep breath to steady himself. "When you went missing the other day, when Gale and Karlach returned to camp without you..." tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"It was just some bandits love." She whispered soothingly. "I let them take me hoping it would help us find their other victims. And it did."

"All the same, I was so worried. The idea of never seeing you again made me sick." He became so serious. Intense. "It made me realize we've become something real. You deserve something real." The tears that threatened fell as he whispered. "Even if I don't."

"You d-" She got out before he interrupted.

He held up the necklace. "Even if you won't forgive me, let me protect you anyway. This can let us communicate or find eachother, even across planes." He'd never sounded so desperate, even for blood, even after she'd returned from the bandit camp. His eyes fell, waiting for her scorn again, praying to the gods that didn't listen to him for something different.

They sat for a moment, as she reflected on his confession. She wasn't mad. It had been a scheme, but merely a scheme for his survival. She couldn't hold it against him any more than she could his hunger. And it had landed them here.

She finally broke the silence by wiping away his fallen tears with a smile. "Oh yes, a vampire alone and in daylight for the first time in centuries was trying to protect himself, how could you?" She asked sarcastically. Her tone was warm and she gently lifted his gaze back to her. "Of course I forgive you, silly thing." She snatched back the necklace, "besides, how could I resist an apology with jewlery?"

Her jokes and cheeky grin broke his downcast worry. "You would be surprised," He chuckled. "Not everyone is as nice as you are. It's a bit naive, we need to work on that."

"You've tried that one before then?" She cocked an eyebrow at him as she finished inspecting the pendant. He was rubbing his brow wearily as she read out loud "Theirs to protect. Theirs to possess." She looked up at him curious.

"What?" He asked, craning his neck around to look at it.

"Right here, in sylvan." She pointed at the broad metal slot the stone was held in. "It's very stylized but perfectly legible."

"Right." He said absently, grabbing up the box again. He pulled out a ring and offered it to her. "What does this one say?"

She took the large ring but didn't look away from him, incredulous. "Didn't your parents teach you sylvan? Surely you weren't raised speaking common." Even in a largely human city, that was unthinkable.

"No, I'm sure they didn't." He faltered. "But I've forgotten it." He was crestfallen again and she regretted saying anything.

"No matter, I can teach you." She said, turning her attention back toward the ring. She ran her fingers down the wide sides of the band, admiring the large matching stone. Looking closely she read from each side. "Mine to protect. Mine to inflict." She looked back up at him sharply.

Had he compromised his secret to some merchant? Wouldn't it be easier to just stake himself? "Where did you get these? What did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell him anything, actually." He sighed. "The priest that opened up your back. He noticed how I watched you. How my breath caught when you cried out." He grinned at the memory. "He was very perceptive for a madman. He even told me these would allow me to feed from you from a distance."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, so he noticed -everything- then."

He nodded slowly. "Demanded five gold for his silence, but offered me these for thirty more." He chuckled softly. "He told me that Loviatar smiled upon such devotion."

"Are we really so obvious?" She asked sheepishly as she gingerly turned his hand and slowly slid the ring down his finger.

He chuckled, inspecting it "Me? No, of course not." He said with a flourish of his hand, watching the ring gleam. "But you?" He cooed, beckoning her to turn around. "Looking up at me immediately after with bated breath, eager for my approval?" He asked, his breath a cold whisper in her ear.

He laid the chain across her throat gently, almost reverently. "You were already so obviously mine." He latched the clasp and it disappeared beneath his fingers.

She leaned back contentedly. "Thir." She said softly, like a correction. "I said I'd teach you and I can't think of a better place to start." She touched at the pendant delicately and continued. "'Remli'- yours and 'Thir'- mine." She wrapped her hand in his. The sylvan words sounded like music as she purred them.

"Thir." He growled into her neck, grabbing her roughly by the jaw. The word felt familiar on his lips.

"Remli." She gasped back softly, letting go, worries assuaged.

[2af-afterdark]

Gosh I keep messing up the request let me start over

356”come sit in my face ,let me show you how much I missed you” for Beelzebub from WHB

Sorry for messing ,this is my first request and I’m new to tumblr

You did well, Nonie. Everyone starts somewhere and you tried. Heck! Your first ask was already decent. But I applaud your efforts 👏 Also, I did see the other ask where you requested M4F, so I assume you meant F!MC? Please keep in mind that the game is still not out, so when you ask for this you are asking for a bunch of random headcanons sort of put together in a way.

Content: F!MC x Beelzebub (whb), cigar smoking, oral sex (female receiving)

The air is shockingly cold in Avisos, where freezing rain, hail, and snow dyed black by all the gun powder in the air is constantly falling. Even though Beelzebub doesn't go back to his kingdom anymore, it's clear that he still carries the mark of it with him as he wears his usual thin outfit in the chilly air of Niflheim. He looks at ease as he sits with a fat cigar held decadently between his teeth and not a care in the world other than to savor its taste and enjoy the slow, calm pace of the land of sloth.

It's not unheard of for them to run into each other, especially given Beelzebub's penchant for traveling the entirety of hell in a single day, everyday, but it is rare that he waits for her so calmly. It's as if he'd been expecting her, despite the fact that they weren't planning to meet today.

The way his green eyes locked on her with a sultry glance accused her of being late. His eyes continued to stay transfixed on her as he tilted his head to motion them closer, took one long drag on his cigar as she stepped forward, and blew out a billowing plume of sweet and musky smoke in her face as she finally drew near.

Her expression soured as he laughed.

He gave a cat-like grin and shrugged, opening his arms to invite her even closer still.

As if by habit, she fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his sides. She buried her face into the crux of his neck and simply inhaled all the scents clinging to him from all over hell.

"Did you miss me?"

The only answer she gave was a small grumble against his neck.

He wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand continued to hold onto his cigar.

"I missed you," Beelzebub said in a voice clearly dripping with double meaning as the bulge in his pants pressed between her legs. "Wanna see how much?"

She wanted to call him a pervert, but the deep melodic lilt of his voice left her speechless in voice and weak in the knees.

"Abaddon has the best rooms."

They weren't near Abaddon, but she knew that meant nothing to him. He knew every shortcut in hell, even the ones that didn't exist and he would make use of them if he really wanted to bring her to bed. And he could make use of those nonexistent shortcuts without her even noticing. As long as it didn't make sense, he could do anything he pleased.

That's why she didn't react as he motioned her face away from the junction of his neck and began to kiss the sides of her face. It's why she didn't say anything as the frigid air around them turned into sweltering heat. The natural cool darkness of Niflheim transformed into manufactured lights and unnatural colors from lamps bolted into the walls. She could feel the seat underneath them give way as they sunk slightly into the soft mattress that appeared below.

"You smell amazing," he purred as he cupped his hands underneath her ass, slipping his fingers under her skirt and into her panties, and inhaled her natural scent as deeply as he could. "This is the best place to catch up."

Her expression was still doubtful toward him, especially given his lackadaisical attitude.

"I really did miss you. Don't you believe me?" He fell back against the soft bedsheets and raised his fingers in a 'V' shape against his lips, licking between them in an obvious lewd gesture. "Come sit on my face and I'll prove it to you."

He really was a pervert, but she already knew when she saw him what he'd ask of her and she went with him anyway.

His hands pushed against her ass, guiding her further up his body than where she currently sat. She went along with his guidance, crawling over him until she was sitting directly over his face.

She reached between her legs, grabbing the fabric of her underwear and pulling it to the side so he could see her pussy already getting wet for him.

He licked his lips as he stared up at her glistening folds.

"C'mon. Waving a treat in front of a starving dog is abu-"

She lowered her hips against his mouth, cutting off his words as she ground her pussy against his wagging tongue. She rested her full weight on top of him, silently telling him to prove everything he'd said.

Maybe after he made her cum on his tongue, he would be able to tell that she had missed him too.

[funnel-webbed-au]

Reverie in Flames

Riley's Notes: Sometimes you wake up one day, and everything's okay when the last time it felt like time was this slow, it wasn't.

It was quite a sight. There wasn't really anything like it. It took Hai'Er's breath away to see the stars, to really get to see them and not have them obscured in any way. The mountain's peak was truly a good vantage point, away from all of the horrendous light pollution that hid the true extent of the stars from view.

He really didn't have any words for it, and his boyfriend could tell. MK just smiled and watched Red Son stare at the sky, at that beautiful band of light and color that seemed to be wrapping around the world. The way Red Son seemed completely enamored with the night sky stole MK's heart all over again. It was that sense of awe that he thought he'd never see from him.

“…is it… supposed to look like this?“ The fire Demon asked quietly, completely and utterly taken by the sight of the stars above the mountain range. If he could just get a telescope - no, he could build one later, with enough research into their construction.

MK chuckled and reached out, resting his hand on Red Son's shoulder. ”This is what it looks like without all the city lights messing it up, awesome, isn't it?“

”Awesome is an understatement…“ Red Son spoke softly, eyes still transfixed on the magnificent array of soft color that illuminated the sky above. It was easy to feel small, knowing how huge those bright, burning orbs of gases were up there.

A soft, drawn-out chirp escaped from the stone monkey at Hai'Er's side, and the fire Demon chuckled in response to it, a fairly gruff sound that would have sounded mocking not even ten years prior. Red Son couldn't help but purr as he took in the stars above. The way some of the lights clustered together really reminded him of his new home, new friends, and maybe even new family.

~ ~ ~

Hai'Er sat up with a start, stifling a gasp of amazement. That dream had been so vivid, so beautiful, and already, he found himself longing for it. It took him scarcely a split second to realize he was sharing a bed with someone, and turned to discover it was none other than MK, his partner.

Maybe it hadn't been a dream at all; it had been a memory. MK was still resting, partially curled up, but not as tightly as usual. It felt like a good sign, one that showed the stone monkey was starting to open up further and fully trust those he held close. It was always a process, really.

The heat from Red Son's body as his heart rate rose caused Qi Xiaotian to stir, and as the stone monkey sat up and stretched, Hai'Er allowed himself to smile, then reached out to gently hold the other's hand.

It drew a wonderful expression on his lover's face; a soft smile coupled with color flooding his cheeks. "Is there something you wanna share, Red?"

The fire Demon shook his head, then rested on of his hands on MK's cheek. His gentle expression was stolen away by anxiety, but at least they'd been together long enough to read each other. The stone monkey already knew.

"I know you wanna kiss me, Red. C'mere, Carmine."

With those words, Red's shoulders fell, and it was there in the calm and quiet of their home a few blocks down from Pigsy's noodle shop that the guarded Demon allowed his guard to slip. His brow softened at the thought that Xiaotian had placed into his mind.

Hai'Er's mind slowed from the cool humidity that clung to MK's skin, reminding him of the peak of a mountain filled with greenery. The scent eased the flames that burned eternally in his heart, making it that much easier for the fire Demon to relax.

It felt like it lasted forever, and yet couldn't last long enough. Red Son's scent soothed MK's mind; it was a pleasant mixture of wood smoke and cinnamon that rarely got old. As quickly as it was gone, the stone monkey missed it... though he knew that it was probably time to get up now.

They both had to work, after all.

As the two got dressed - MK in his usual jacket and jeans, and Red Son in his favorite turtle-necked tank top and red jacket (as well as jeans), they couldn't help but glance back at each other, remembering every moment like this that they'd ever shared... and eagerly awaiting the next.

It felt like the echoes of fallen stars staining the night sky, star showers that happened too often to miss.

[creechur-docx]

Be not afraid.

Kish had come to the uneasy conclusion that much of their professional life had been spent in contemplation of the sea’s allegorical shadow on the cave walls. Plotted graphs and false-coloured satellite photos and strings of numbers spit out by computer simulations were all very well until one found oneself adrift on the Barents Sea, with only steely gray waves that rose higher than a man and a flotilla of icebergs carved from millennia-old glaciers for company. Reality itself was currently either being stripped away or dramatically reenforced, and Kish was unsure which.

Be not afraid.

There was also the Thing. As the Thing slowly and rather majestically broke the rough surface, Kish entertained several hysterical thoughts, the foremost of which was that no creature required quite so many eyes. What did it need to see in that dark, in that deep? The scientific and the senseless traced chaotic trajectories in their mind. Was the luminescence of its skin a trick of the hunt? How did it support its unnatural weight? Did the creatures of the deep gather close around it and feel something like religion?

Be not afraid.

Water sluiced off the Thing, reaching Kish in a cool, salty spray. One of the other scientists was screaming, but Kish could not open their mouth in reply, or even turn. They stood transfixed, enraptured, knuckles turned white on the railing of the expedition vessel. Their eyes, stinging in the salt spray, met one of the Thing’s eyes, particularly round and almost benevolent, and the roar of wind and wave began to shape themselves into words, a voice.

For water you are, and to water you shall return.

Flood myths were a curious thing. Across time, across continents, people had written of furious, righteous floods that would cleanse the world, prepare it for something new. Rising water always spelled an end, or a beginning, depending on what you believed.

Their first week in the lab, Kish had had a panic attack, which was in all fairness a reasonable response to facing the uncontrollable nature of the dance of wind and wave. You could play the tune, but the dance belonged to a higher power, to physics. Physics dictated reaction to action, a climate catastrophe in response to the hubris of mankind, like the punishment of some old god. And so, after two thousand years, the world was back where it started. Writing about the flood.

The ice was melting and the water was going to rise, alright.

You have called on us. We have answered.

We. We? Were there more? Did the Thing’s concept of self translate to the English plural? This was madness, Kish knew, yet they stood gripping the rails as a voice that felt unutterably ancient spoke into their mind. Who had called? What had answered? They tried to calm the whirl of their thoughts, distill the chaos into a coherent thought that might be communicated back to the Thing across the channel it was using.

After that first panic attack, Kish had had the serenity prayer tattooed in a loop around their wrist. Unbidden, the words came to mind. Grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

The reality of the Thing would not be changed. It would have to be accepted.

Kish grit their teeth, focused.

Who are you?

Messengers.

The wind whipped tears from Kish’s eyes. They were still frozen in place, unwilling or unable to move. The edges of their mind contorted, trying to make way for the Thing, the paradigm shift of its existence.

And what is your message?

A beat. Kish’s heart thudded uncontrollably.

Hear us, for we are angels of the sixth age, born at the beginning of the last end. You have released the water from its dams of ice. The Sea has been fed, its power awoken. You are the blessed, the chosen. To water you shall return, and you shall be remade.

Be not afraid.

Before Kish could process this, they felt another terrible, immense presence in their mind. Bit by agonising, tortuous bit, the Thing began to unwind Kish’s body from their mind. Kish could feel the physical realness of themself, the world around them slip, their connections to their senses winking out of existence. Their mind howled and raged in protest of it, at being trapped in this void. And then, more things fell away. Words became incoherent impulses of fear and hunger (oh, the hunger) became a jumble of heat and light became nothing. Language, thought, awareness; millions of years of evolution expertly undone. Kish felt it all go, and for the brief moment that they knew it was going, the horror they experienced was indescribable.

The loss stopped making sense after a while. Loss was not a concept that most life understood. Kish was simply an organic machine. There was water, blue and warm and stagnant. There was time, millions of years of it. That was it, that was all there would ever be. Evolution would take its course, and in a new, warm, watery world, that course was far away from humankind.

Be not afraid, for you will be remade. Rejoice, for you have called the Sea and it has answered.

Kish came back to themself in a dizzying rush. They screamed at last. It was a terrific scream, built with lungs and air and vocal cords and a human’s fear of the unknown. How wonderful to scream, to scream and scream. Kish screamed until their voice gave out. Time did not matter. Screaming was the only real thing they could hold on to. So long as they could scream, so long as they could will themselves to scream and be aware of their screaming, it would be alright. The Thing’s eye considered Kish with something that was almost concern. Kish collapsed to the deck of the rocking ship, shut their eyes tightly.

Be not afraid, little one. There is nothing to fear.

When Kish came to, they were in a warm bed. Two figures huddled near the edge of their bed, talking in low voices.

“The doctor said they’d be awake soon. The sedative is wearing off. Move that blanket, it is unseasonably hot and they’re not hypothermic anymore.”

“How about this global warming stuff, huh,” the other voice said.

Kish felt a scream building.

Text: Something with translucent glowing skin and too many eyes to count rises up from the sea, fathoms black below us. It speaks to us inside our own heads: “Be Not Afraid.”

[edenparkway]

Indigo Gold

I don’t know much about warnings, I don’t often post fanfiction so LMK what tags I need. This was a dream I had with the spicy parts written for consumption. I drank four shots of whiskey and a square of shroom chocolate before writing this so be gentle.  It features a female bodied person in a consensual but unsafe sexual situation. Reader discretion advised.

The air was cool coming through the screen window. I looked out at the landscape, past the overpass and I could see my old place just beyond it, down the hill. There was a light on in my old kitchen window and I could see a tiny figure pacing around. Beyond the old house was the city with its hundreds of twinkling lights and the reddish glow of light pollution hovering over it all. I heard the hiss of the shower starting and could smell the cheap green Irish soap wafting out as steam escaped through a crack in the door. I crept up to the bathroom door and peeked through the crack he left open. I felt a bit guilty stealing a gaze at my friend in this way until it occurred to me that he had left the door cracked himself. Perhaps just a thoughtlessness, or an insouciance that I shouldn't look too deeply into. It was hard to say. When I picked him up from the mental health clinic after a late-night voicemail begging me to come, it was clear he was still not well and I held his face in my hands in the parking lot trying to calm him. It worked. His face had changed from anxious to calm to determined. As I looked into his sparkling eyes I felt that rush of yearning fly up my throat into my hands and it seemed to register on his face. When I pulled my hands back I hid them in my sleeves. He gave me a sideways glance as I tried to give the appearance of being deeply invested in the shape of the clouds today.  In the car on the drive here to my cousin's apartment, I gripped the steering wheel tight, ignoring the sweat collecting under my palms as I tried to strangle the need I had felt. But now as I gazed into the steamy bathroom at the figure under the water through the portal he himself had opened I felt transfixed by the possibility that an invitation has been given. But how could I be sure? If I were wrong, how utterly crushed would my heart and our friendship be? I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked around my cousin's messy bedroom. Messy but not dirty. No trash but clothes strewn, she never put her clothes in her drawers, which were only plastic big-box store affairs. Then I remembered. She kept a sheaf of large size condoms in gold wrappers in the one by the door. She showed them to me when she explained that the gold ones were not much different in size than the standard, but guys loved to be told they needed them. I ran on my tiptoes to the drawers and rifled through. Sure enough, in the bottom drawers under her "date-night" panties was a sheaf of them. I tore one off and held it against my palm with my ring finger and ran, again on tip-toe, back to the door. Again I peeked in at the man. His head was back, water ran over his boyish face and into his cherub curls. I could see the round ass and the lines of the musculature at his hipbones down to his... his lower arm and my eyes met. His hand was hidden by the angle but it was clear what it held. If my mind assumed any chaste explanation for this in deference to our platonic standing it was blown away like dandelion seeds on a summer wind when his mouth fell open in a moan. I gasped and slipped and the door slammed shut with a thud as I fell against it and slid onto the floor. I heard the shower shut off abruptly and in a panic, I threw the condom into yet another clothes pile in front of the bedside table and scrambled back away from the door. I had not enough time to compose myself before I heard the door open again and he walked out, still naked and very damp. He passed me without seeing me there on the floor.  I wanted so badly to touch his body, as perfect as an understated greek statue, that my hand even lifted involuntarily to reach for him before I pulled it back like I touched a scalded pot. I gasped and he looked back at me and smiled. I never knew a smile could be so innocent and yet so lascivious. "There's only one bed and I sleep naked. I hope that's not a problem." My mouth fell open in utter astonishment. He smiled even wider, savoring my reaction. He went over to the bed and got under the cool, nicely tucked sheets. Despite the room's general disarray Elise always made her bed. He leaned against the wall and looked at me, his half-erection throwing shadows in my direction. He was different now than earlier. This morning he was like a frightened boy in my arms shivering with vulnerability. Now he was as red-blooded and carnal as I could imagine a man to be. That click of the bathroom door snapping shut told all my secrets and I was thrilled and terrified to be facing the consequences. He gazed at me with smug mastery as I tried with difficulty to muster myself. Just then an enormous furry gray cat appeared at the window, mewing to come in. "Oh hey, kitty!" Said Will, sitting up to greet the cat. The cat clawed at the screen and then looked at me. "You wanna come in Buddy?" crooned Will, making kissy sounds at the cat as he sat up,  exposing his round pert ass again. "NO!" I cried out, "Don't let that thing in here!" I finally found the strength to jump to my feet. "JESUS." said Will, laughing, "Look at his BALLS, they're gigantic!" Then something came to me and I ran over and hopped on the bed, leaning over to run my fingers along the bottom of the screen. It was torn and ragged. Elise said that Harvey, her Maine Coon, always dashed out the door and had done so when she left for her trip to San Jose. He was purebred and intact so he would run around and would come back to her window later. The condition of my using the apartment was that I make sure someone let him in. I opened the screen and Harvey jumped onto the bed and into the corner of the room where he gave a good shake and licked himself. I was so busy watching the cat that I almost didn't notice that Will had gotten up. But as Harvey's sharp green eyes looked at me, I thought to look back. Just as Will, who had caught a glimmer of gold flashing at him in the dark when the streetlight from outside hit it just so, leaned his muscular but lithe-as-a-leopard body towards a pile of clothes... his clothes, I realized. He must have left them there before his shower... and retrieved a gold-wrapped condom. He looked back at me. He had me, dead-to-rights. My heart was a tiny bird, caged in my chest. He came to me and closed the gap between us in two wide strides. He grasped the nape of my neck in one hand and my chin in the other. His erection bounced off my bare knees below the hem of my dress. I rarely wore a dress but I'd worn one for his release. Now I felt as open as a flower to a bee. He covered my mouth with his and for the first time, I felt the joy of an open-mouthed kiss. I had always hated them before but now I felt like pure emotion poured out of him onto me. Not just lust, but the need for connection and the losses he had suffered and the hopeless roiling of an inconsolable soul. And I loved it because it was his soul. I hoped he had forgotten the condom.  He ripped the dress off of me and grabbed the sides of my panties at the hipbones and lifted me for just a moment and looked at me hard, with sterness, before pulling those off too. For just a moment I caught a glimpse of the fragile boy from earlier looking into me. He looked down at me, at my breathless parted lips and while looking at them he used his elbows to shove my knees out of his way. He grabbed me by the throat, not harshly, but firmly, and leaned his long body into mine in an inward arch. His fingers went to my labia and he felt the slick edges there, never taking his eyes off my face. He swallowed hard and his eyes closed just a bit. I felt I couldn't breathe and it had nothing to do with his hand on my throat but as I swooned he moved that hand to the back of my neck again and leaned in further, impaling me on him in three sharp beats. I cried out as he entered me and drove himself to the hilt. His free hand grabbed my hair and I heard him sob into my cheek.  "Oh no..na.. no" he exhaled as he climaxed. But there was nothing to regret, as I was climaxing with him. I let myself sob with him as I expressed my peaking with intensity. He looked up at me again as I cried, "Oh OH PLEASE" and he thrust harder. The tiniest high-pitched squeal left me and ended the crest and he bit me softly on my chin and collapsed against me. When our hearts slowed to normal we crawled back up the bed into the covers and he wrapped his legs around me and we fell asleep in the security of each other's breaths.

Two months later on a starry clear night, I stood beside the railroad tracks where one summer when we were sixteen and fifteen respectively we had gathered black raspberries and smooshed them against each other's mouths. Smearing them and pretending the bright red smears were blood and gore and collapsing against each other in paroxysms of giggles. Many years later, here I stood here in the cold, alone under those same stars until the moment I waited for arrived. A giant wailing Norfolk-Southern train passed by, and buried in its whistle was a long keening scream...