#and if you do feel free to ignore it uwu}

[viktorgf]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS, pt. 2

hi— i’m back with another one of these w the fan favorite oc andie!! i actually love this game so much so i AM going to be annoying abt it for the foreseeable future. sorry 🫶🏻 tagging some besties to also do it @teamhawkeye @unholymilf @florbelles @statichvm @jackiesarch @jacobseed @bunfey @fashionablyfyrdraaca @killerspinal @cetra @sikoi @arklay @kyber-infinitygems @avallachs @gortash @oc-musings @rvchelking

ANIMAL: doves. bees. flamingos. monarch butterflies.

COLORS: blush pink. orange. yellow. gold.

MONTH: summer months; june, july.

SONGS: le soleil est près de moi, air. | gold, marina. | pegasus, gems.

NUMBER: lucky number 7.

PLANTS: hibiscus. orange trees. banana leaves.

SMELLS: madagascar vanilla. sea salt. coconut

GEMSTONE: ruby.

TIME OF DAY: sunrise, the very first break of dawn.

SEASON: summer.

PLACES: the mediterranean. a balcony. a cliffside, overlooking the ocean. under the sun. a library. a dusty attic. an ancient ruin.

FOOD: peaches. grapes. brie and crackers. filet mignon. blueberry tarts. raspberry jam.

DRINKS: tea with honey. prosecco. rosé. ice water.

ELEMENT: earth.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: virgo. sagittarius. libra.

SEASONINGS: cinnamon. nutmeg.

SKY: pink, fluffy clouds. early morning sky.

WEATHER: sunny and comfortably warm.

MAGICAL POWER: flight.

WEAPONS: her open palm.

SOCIAL MEDIA. instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: lip gloss.

CANDY: starburst. fruit chews. bubblegum.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: sprinting.

ART STYLE: photography; land art.

FEAR: answering the call of the void.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: pixie. but not the mischievous type like the disney tinkerbell type pixies

PIECE OF STATIONARY: postcard.

THREE EMOJIS: 🪽🌺💎

CELESTIAL BODY: the SUN. obviously.

[needlenxggin]

@rathalascendant modern verse sillies be upon ye

"Surprise! You told us we could drop by anytime and I wanted to... plus I had some extra cash on hand soo..." He let that sentence trail off before grinning widely at her. "I'm your problem now you have to put up with me for a week." Vash had wanted to take a little vacation for a while now and he figured why not take said vacation where Mari was?

"I got you some of those snacks you liked from back home before I left!"

[d6volution]

I don't know if this has been done yet but...can I request Yandere!Jax f_cking the reader into submission?! With like.. possession and obsessive behaviors? I don't normally ask for stuff like this so feel free to ignore, if it doesn't tickle your fancy UwU

I'm debating on making this into a little yandere!jax series hmm...

anyways enjoy!

tags: afab!reader x jax , choking, light oral, rough sex, possessive jax, cream pie.

Jax's eye twitched.

He was getting fed up with you, ever since you arrived here you've been acting like you run the damn place. That was his job.

Being stuck on his boat with you and the others wasn't making this ANY better. And it wasn't a very big boat, just a small speed boat big enough to fit everyone. Just barely.

For context, Caine sent you all off on another adventure, find the treasure before these nasty pirates do and blah blah blah whatever.

"Just hand over the map wouldja?" Jax extended his hand, still overly accustomed to getting his way.

"Yeah, and who put you in charge anyways little bunny??" You rolled up the map and poked the side of his head with it a few times before he rolled his eyes and gripped your arm, yanking you towards him.

"Watch it, doll face. Oh, and don't go running ta' Caine when your hand goes missin." He smirked and you jerked away from him.

"Wh.. Whatever just let me find our way to this stupid treasure so we can get out of here!"

Jax raised his hands in his defense, "Jeez when did women become so hostile, so much for docile and loving.."

"Jax I swear to god I'll shove your ass off this boat and make you swim back!"

"Oh yeah? Do it, .. I dare you." He stood up , making the boat rock a little and you followed suit. Gritting your teeth at his boldness.

Unfortunately your height made you look less intimidating, only reaching just beneath his shoulders.

"I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off of your face!" You basically tackled him and ... well, in the end you both fell over board.

Flash forward a few moments later and you both were soaked, sitting with your arms crossed like children as pomni and ragatha took over the map and guiding the boat.

"I hope you know your washing my clothes when we get back, toots."

You scoffed, "In your dreams."

The adventure wrapped up nicely, but you and Jax both opted out of the dinner to instead go dry yourselves off.

There was one problem though.. Jax passed his room and continued to follow you to yours.

"Just what do you think your doing?"

"You thought I was jokin' these clothes need quite the washing. You can't expect me to do it myself can ya?" He smirked, watching your face ball up as he belittled you right to your face.

"Buzz off, Jax I'm not doing your damn laundry."

You tried to rush into your room and slam the door but his foot caught it before you could, he pushed the door open without any regards to your safety causing the door to fly wide and open and you to fall onto your ass.

"Jax, you assh—"  You looked up , still frazzled from falling, and came almost  face to face with his crotch. He was still wet. Thus, his clothes were clinging to the large imprint in between his legs.

"See something ya like motor mouth?" He grinned and squats in front of you, causing you to hurry and scurry backward.

Your face was on fire.

"N.. No, just— would you help me up and get some dry clothes on!?"

"You're one to talk. it looks like your body doesn't like it when you lie to me." He rested his cheek on his palm, head tilting as he stared at your chest. Unfortunately, your clothes were sticking to your skin , and your nipples stiffened against the fabric, making it all too obvious that you were having more than innocent thoughts about him right now.

"Th.. That doesn't mean anything! I'm obviously cold!"

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that.. what's the deal anyways, scared I'll show you the time of your life?"

You laughed obnoxiously loud, "Yeah, I'd like to see you try!" Oh, that probably sounded like an open invitation, didn't it— "Ah..!" Suddenly, you were falling backward, but you caught yourself by your elbows.

He was yanking your pants off, which wasn't easy considering that they were still very wet, your eyes darted from your pants to his crotch again, which was growing in size. You swallowed.

"W.. Wait, wait you prick!" You tried to sound more intimidating but it sounded like a helpless plea.

He sighed, "What now? You aren't chickening out, are ya?" He hoped not , he couldn't lose this chance now. This was just too good.. seeing you like this all scared and nervous it was doing something to him.

"O.. Of course not, I can do it myself.." He hummed in amusement, watching you with that shit eating grin.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, what had you gotten yourself into? Even back in the human world, you only had sex like.. twice! And that was almost a year ago. But there was no way in hell you were telling him that.

You finally got the damn pants, .. and underwear off, still keeping your knees locked together.

"Good girl, so you can play nice." He grinned , your expression and sputtering made it clear that you were caught off guard by his praise. Too bad he doesn't plan on being nice himself from here on out.

He yanked you by your hips and immediately maneuvered your legs apart, he dove face first in between your legs and started lapping at your cunt without warning. His tongue was rough, long and warm.

The tip of his tongue nudged at your entrance. He was drunk on your taste already. Hell, if he'd give this up to anyone else.

You scrambled, but he was easily overpowering you, "J.. Jax, you.. bastard s.. staa..." You whined and tried to push his head away.

Clearly irritated he sat up and grabbed both your hands within his much larger ones, "Quit movin' or ill just fuck you without any prep, alright sweetheart?"

You stiffened up, fuck you can't let him win again. You puffed out your chest, which earned another grin from him. "S.. So what? I can take it, you think .. you think I'm scared or something?" You tried to challenge him, wondering if he'd call your bluff.

"Oh? Fine by me." He started to remove his overalls. Your heart was racing , breathe caught in your throat as his thick shaft flopped free from its confines, he was already lining it up with your cunt. "J.. Just do it! You scare—"

He gripped the fat of your thighs before he rammed into you, knocking the wind out of you. "Hn.. Hha—"

"What happened to all that talk, huh? .. fuck you're tight." He hunched over you and started to thrust into your warm cunt , slow and steady but you felt so full. It was definitely the lack of prep but you couldn't help but moan and whine in his ear as the painful drag of his cock made you feel absolutely dizzy.

"Hmm? Is this all ya needed, doll face? Some cock to calm ya down?" He chuckled and sharply thrusted against that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to yelp and wriggle beneath him.

"S.. Shut.. up.. hha.. fuck.." You sounded pathetic beneath, "c.. can't you do better than this?" Oh, you were digging your own grave here.

"Heh." He propped up your legs, your ankles nearly touching your ears. "Don't say I didn't warn ya, babe." His hips began to piston into your cunt which made a lewd wet and slapping sound, you were beyond aroused, juices coating his cock effortlessly. "Fuck, there we go.." He moaned into your ear.

You could hardly speak, gripping at his back as he relentlessly attacked your cervix with the tip of his cock. "pl.. please...!" You didn't know what you were begging for.

"Please what, huh? Screwin' with me all day, pushing me into the.. fuck— damn water. you deserve this." He panted, and sat up , putting a little bit of space between you before grabbing your throat. Placing just the right amount of pressure to get you tightening up around him even more.

He honestly did this just for kicks, just to see that scared expression again.

"Gettin' off to be choked too, what a slut. Nngh.. it's fine though, ya know why doll?"

He leaned back down, his hips never ceasing to move. Your foreheads touched, "Because you're all mine now. C.. Can't let this tight cunt slip away from me.. mnh.."

He knows you wouldn't even be able to leave if you tried. You're stuck here with him forever.

You whimpered and pleaded pathetically, tears forming in your eyes. It was too much, it felt too good. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure. "J–Jax.. gonna..!" You gasped, and he finally removed his hand.

"That's right cum on my cock babe, fuck." He grunted and used his free hand to rub circles onto your clit, pushing you over the edge immediately.

You yelled his name in pleasure, legs shaking and cunt siezing around him. It made you too tight, causing him to blow his load inside of you, "Shit.."

He slowly pulled out and a few more ropes of cum spilled onto your stomach.

Jax looked at you, all fucked out and barely able to keep your eyes open. He couldn't let anyone else see you like this.

Ever.

Unbeknownst to you, Jax just latched himself onto you. It'd be hard to rid of him after this.

It was like a coil snapped inside of him.

He stared at your for a long while, you were half asleep so you didn't exactly notice.

"Hey, toots." He gently slapped your cheek.

"C'mon.. we both need a shower. We can take care of the clothes later, yeah?"

"Huh, shower.. together..? n-no that's—"

"Ya really pulling that card right now? For all you know I could've just knocked you up, now c'mon."

The bunny pulled you onto your wobbly legs and into the bathroom to clean up.

[rottenraccoons]

Hello!

Not sure if it's ok to ask but I'm kind of curious about condition/s for the transformation (referring to the ending 25 in Cirrus chapter 2 route). Some kind of medicine or torture, maybe?

English is not my first language so I'm kinda confuse. UwU

If that contains any spoilers or information will be provided in the next chapter (or somehow already explained but I missed QuQ), please feel free to ignore <3

Luv u guys, love the game, can't wait to play more of them!

This is a pretty Chapter Two spoiler-heavy topic so I'm gonna put it under a readmore, but the short answer is that it's safe to assume there's probably more information out there.

So, the transformation reveal in Ending #25 is contextualised by information revealed in Keir's second chapter. We recommend players do both routes even if they're only really interested in one love interest since information in one route can inform another.

In there, Keir and his gang describe the process of making lunar ichor as involving drugs and torture. But an important thing to remember is that they're guessing at what the process is; they're making very educated guesses, but they're reverse-engineering a process based on victim testimony, and the victims also don't fully understand what's going on.

Which is to say, the theory in Keir's route isn't wrong, but it's safe to assume they don't know the full story either. If you don't totally understand the conditions, that's fine.

[chaconnewon]

dazed heart — l.hs

pairing: non-idol!heeseung & fem!reader word count: 1.7k tags: friends to lovers (?), masturbation(male recieving), sub(?)heeseung, kind of whipped reader, teasing if you squint, little nipple play, MDNI lmk if i missed something uwu. a/n: it's my first time writing something sort of excplicit, so i aplogise if it is something wrong. don't be afraid to tell me, constructive criticism are welcome !!!

The rain poured endlessly as you watched it fall through the window. Not like you didn’t like rainy days, in fact you loved them but today's plan was going out with your best friend, a little attempt to clear both of your minds, spend time together since your jobs kept you both bussy. But just a few minutes after your arrival at his house, it started raining.

Sure you could do something indoors, but your heart felt suffocated by his presence at his own home, cold weather making it more difficult for you to stay focused.

You have been friends with Heeseung a while ago, a friend from a friend. You were pathetically quick at catching feelings and decided to keep them to yourself. Heeseung was quite flirty with everyone, even you, and you couldn’t help but imagine how sweet his love must feel. Not thinking about anyone else, no other girls around him, just you and him, together. Sharing feelings and soft cuddles.

Sitting at his gaming chair you rubbed your palms above your thighs, chasing some warmth. You regretted putting those shorts on, searching out for a blanket.

‘’Need anything, pretty?’’

Not those pet names again… You looked at him. He was laying on his bed, scrolling through his social media. Heeseung was wearing some pants on top of his knees with a white t-shirt perfectly buttoned. The way his free hand was placed behind his head, gazing you over the screen made you somewhat flutter.

‘’I’m just feeling a little bit cold, but it’s fine.’’

Heeseung put his phone down, looking at you with furrowed brows.

‘’No, it isn’t. Do you need a blanket? Hoodie? Some sweatpants?’’

‘’I’m okay! Really. Don’t worry.’’

‘’Come here.’’

He patted an empty spot near him on his bed. You hesitated for a while. Was it okay to cuddle with friends? Was it okay to cuddle with someone you had strong feelings for? You didn’t want to ruin anything because of your awkwardness or how you could feel after that. The idea of being wrapped around his arms was so tempting, feeling his warm embrace your body, so close to him.

You let out a small sigh, standing from the chair and walking towards the edge of his bed. Heeseung gave you some space as he watched you with a soft smile spreading through his lips. How could you say no to him? He looked so cute when things turned out his way.

Cautiously you made yourself some space, and soon one of his arms was embroiled to your waist, slightly pulling you closer. ‘It’s just to warm up, Jesus’ you thought to yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. You just hoped he didn’t notice.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. God knew when you could be like this with him again, so you better take that opportunity. Even though you closed your eyes you felt his eyes glued on you.

You tried to act cool, ignoring the glance that made you shiver, but was useless.

‘’Is everything alright?’’

Heeseung took his time to respond.

‘’I just thought you looked very pretty.’’ 

JesusfuckingChrist.

You felt like you stopped breathing, sudden cold sweat running down your back. Was he flirting? Not that you cared but it was a moment sort of… intimate. 

‘’Must be the outfit i choose.’’ He chuckled, shaking his head.

‘’No — I mean always.’’

This time you couldn’t keep yourself together. With some hidden courage you looked up, searching for his gaze but Heeseung was looking at you previously. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed. 

You parted your lips as an intent to say something but nothing came to your mind. It was blank. Was even worse when you caught his eyes analysing your facial expression, your eyes one by one, reaching your lips and back again to your eyes. 

This flirty motherfucker. 

“Heeseung—“

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t think twice, taking his offer like your life depended on it. You nodded but before he could make any move, you readjusted your position for a better and comfortable access. 

Taking your time, you slowly made disappear any space between your lips, pressing on them. 

It lasted about a few seconds before Heeseung started to move them softly. There was no rush: his parents weren’t at home, and the heavy rain made the perfect atmosphere. You didn’t doubt before kissing him back, savouring his lips. They were as soft and sweet as you pictured in your head. 

Suddenly, somehow, you took the lead and straddled him, deepening the kiss a bit more. His hands were placed at your waist, caressing them with both thumbs. You broke the union between both mouths to kiss his neck. Hearing his breath hitch gave you the impulse to continue, to work his tender skin with your teeths and tongue. 

As your mouth began to earn soft gasps from him, your hands worked to unbutton his t-shirt. Opening it and slid it through his arms. 

Your lips went down his collarbone, making sure no inch of skin was untouched by your lips. His hand roamed your body, leaving soft sighs against his skin. You couldn’t believe that was happening, like a dream come true.  You were afraid that it was just a lucid dream, your imagination scaring you for leading into such an accurate scenario. But the way his body was softly moving under yours, claiming in silence for more of your touch made you feel more alive than ever. 

Your lips trailed down damp kisses, arriving to catch one of his nipples. You sucked and licked amused by the noises his throat left. Starting to feel aroused, your hips began to rock his, feeling his boner getting hard in no time.

‘’Y/n… ‘’ his lips let out a moan, his hands grabbing your waist.

As his hips were rubbing your clothing core, you detached your lips from him, looking up to meet his gaze.

The image was heavenly. Chest going up and down trying to catch his breath, cheeks with a slight blush on them, and his pleading eyes trying to tell you something, but he was a little bit shy to say it out loud. You could figure it out tho.

Your hands flew to the hem of his pants, looking once again to hip waiting for a response. When he nodded, you hooked the waistband and slowly pulled down. With a bit of his help, the bottoms were forgotten somewhere on the floor.

You couldn’t help but look at his erection, a small damp patch darking his underwear. 

‘’S--Stop looking, it’s embarrassing…’’

You chuckled, shaking your head. 

‘’Says who?’’

And before Heeseung could say anything, you grabbed his shaft around your hand and started to move it up and down. The fabric between his dick and your palm was making the move a bit restricted, but it didn’t stop you.

You saw him grabbing the sheets under both of you, holding back a few moans that were hard to retain. You didn’t want that, you needed to hear him. How good you were making him feel. 

You sped up your pace, making his body squirm as his lips parted to let out soft, kind-of-pitched moans. That kept you going, ignoring the wetness between your legs, just wanting to focus on him.

‘’Please p--please… take…’’

‘’Hm?’’

You knew. Heeseung knew you knew. And he wasn’t having it.

‘’Don’t test me, y/n.’’

‘’Oh? What’s with that tone?’’ you squeezed his tip, earring a loud moan from him. ‘’Watch out.’’

You were having the time of your life, having him at your service and there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do. Fuck, that submissive trait of him made you hornier. 

‘’I’m sorry just — take it out, please.’’

Enough of making Heeseung suffer. You nodded at his words, hooking the hem of his underwear and pulling down enough for his dick to come out, smacking his abs. Took you a few minutes to resume what you were doing. His tip was covered up with pre cum, so when you slid your hand all the way down, it was smooth.

No slow pace this time, just you jerking off your best friend like it was a usual activity between him and you. And it could be your frequent activity to do more often if he wanted, but now wasn’t the right time to think about that. The way your name left his lips made your head spin.

His eyes were closed, hands holding for dear life into his bed sheets that his knuckles were turning white. Oh, to engrave that image in your brain.

Soon his hips helped you out, bucking into your fist like he was fucking you deep inside. At that point, Heeseung could care less if the neighbours could hear him.

‘’Fuck! Just like that… feels so good.’’

His back was arched a bit, and even your arm was starting to feel numb due the lack of experience, somewhere inside you took strength to continue pleasing him. 

Your hand was moving up and down, the slick noises filling the room as you gave everything to help him reach his highest point. No inch of his dick was left unnoticed, sometimes you slowed your pace reaching his base just for coming back at his tip to stroke it with eagerness. 

Heeseung could feel a knot tighten on his abdomen.

‘’Fuckfuckfuck! D–Don’t stop please…! I’m s–so close!’’

It was fucking tempting to suddenly stop any move, only for him to cry and beg you to continue, that he was feeling so good for you to stop. But you were not that mean, right?

You sped up your pace a little more, all that your aching limb let you. Heeseung was just a few strokes away from release.

‘’God! I’m cumming! K–Keep going I’m cumm—’’

His words lingered in the air as the climax reached him, tensing his body.

As he told you, you kept your pace, helping him through his high. Heeseung’s back was arched, his hot seed dripping down your hand and reaching his abs. Mouth opened as quiet moans left his throat.

Gently, as his cock softened in your hands, you stopped your movements watching him come back to reality. He gave you a tired look but in his lips was a smirk.

‘’That was…’’

‘’...amazing, wasn’t it? I can tell.’’

He laughed, kicking you softly with his knee.

‘’ Wait, let me bring you some towels to clean this mess.’’

You caressed his thigh, leaving towards the bathroom. As you left, Heeseung sighed feeling complete, his heart pounding fiercly inside his chest.

[pichichu-studio]

Hi pich, love your work. What do you think of the relationship between Dick and Jason, wonder if Jason would ever pull the "big bro please do this for me" thing and how Dick might react to that hahah. Just a thought, feel free to ignore me if there's too much trouble >3

Haha thank you so much!☺️❤️

I think Dick won’t say no to any of his little brothers and little sisters because he’s an angel UWU ❤️

[nastybuckybarnes]

Teddy Bear Picnic - Two

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise - The one where your captor tries to get you to warm up to him, but all you want is to go home. 

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, violence, language, injuries, this chapter is darker than the first

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: part two uwu this part is darker than the first so be warned but also y e a h setting up some fun stuff for this series. hope y'all enjoy! I'm moving AGAIN tomorrow so i might be a little MIA or i might not, i guess we'll find out!

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

~*~

"Why are you not eating?" He asks, sitting across from you on the thin mattress, watching as Arlo bounds around the basement excitedly, chasing his own tail and absolutely unaware of the danger.

You look down at the few plates of food on the ground that have been nibbled on by Arlo.

"I'm not hungry."

"Don't lie."

You can't bring yourself to look at him, to meet his eyes.

"It's not poisoned, you know that. Your dog eats and he's fine. Why do you not eat?"

You sigh heavily and shake your head, tears filling your eyes.

You're not sure how many days have gone by, all you know is that you miss your family tremendously. Every time you wake up you lose a little more hope.

"Let me go," you whisper, sniffling. "Please, just let me go home."

He reaches forward, ignoring the way you flinch away, and wipes a tear off of your cheek.

"I know you're scared, but this is good. It's so good. I won't hurt you, you just gotta listen to me, okay?"

You sniffle again and nod.

"Good girl. Now, all you need to do is eat, okay? Just eat a bit. I can't have you starving yourself now, sweetheart. You're going to be very important to me."

You clench your bound hands in fists in front of you, shaking your head.

"Why me?" You ask softly, not wanting to risk making him angry.

"Everything happens for a reason. You came out into the woods for a reason, darling. And it brought you to me. You're meant for me. I was meant to find you out there. You're lost... and now I've found you. Don't you see it?"

Your heart sinks.

You used to believe that everything happened for a reason but now? Now it surely can't be true. Why would this happen to you? If everything is meant to happen then why do horrible things happen to good people?

"Now, eat your breakfast. If you're a good girl, I'll see about getting rid of the ropes around your wrists. How's that sound?"

The idea of even the smallest sort of freedom has you perking up a bit.

It's been days and he hasn't hurt you, the food hasn't made Arlo sick.

He watches you with the eyes of a predator as you pick at the toast Arlo nibbled on hours ago when it was brought down to you.

"Everything is homemade or locally bought. I like to know what goes in my food," he says quietly, eyes lighting up when you take a small bite.

Your stomach flips and churns as you chew, your hunger now making itself very apparent.

Steve nods encouragingly.

"Good, good girl. That's what I like to see."

You take another bite, watching as he gives you a soft smile.

"There you go. I knew you were good."

You swallow the bite in your mouth, cheeks suddenly feeling like they've been stuffed with cotton balls.

"Can... can I have some water? Please?" You ask quietly, shrinking back the tiniest bit as if awaiting a blow.

His face lights up with joy and he nods happily.

"Of course. Anything for you."

You want to ask to be set free, to go home to your family, your mother. But you somehow know that's not included in the 'anything' he spoke of.

He's quick to rise to his feet and all but race up the stairs, and Arlo takes that moment to trot back over to your lap, sitting down comfortably.

You scratch between his ears, fighting back tears as your captor comes back down the stairs with a bottle of water in his grasp.

"It's sealed, nothing's inside of it," he explains gently, sitting down and handing you the bottle.

You twist the lid off, finding small comfort in the fact that he's telling the truth. The seal breaks with a soft crack and then you're bringing the bottle to your lips and swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

"Not too fast, I don't want you to choke," he murmurs.

You briefly wonder what he would do if you did choke. If you let the water flood your lungs instead of your belly, but he's taking the bottle from you before you can find out.

"This is good. You're being so so good for me. We can be happy if you keep this up," he whispers, cupping your cheek.

Your bottom lip quivers and you shake your head slowly.

"What do you want from me? Why me?" You ask for what feels like the millionth time.

He heaves out a sigh and drags his thumb across your bottom lip.

"What are the odds you would stumble directly in my path? Hmm? Now, I'm not a religious man, but it's hard to argue divine intervention in a case like this." He brings his other hand up and holds your face softly, gingerly, like you're made out of glass.

"You were made for me. You are what I'm owed. And I promise I will take very very good care of you, so long as you behave."

~*~

"Can... can I take a shower? Please?" You ask a few days later, scratching Arlo's head.

He untied your wrists a day prior, and you really hope you're not pressing your luck.

He looks at you for a long moment then slowly nods.

"Yes. Are you bringing the dog?"

As if that's even a question.

Clutching Arlo to your chest, you slowly follow him up the stairs, wincing against the harsh daylight that floods through the open doorway.

"This way. I'll let you shower and then I can show you around. Oh, we're going to have so much fun," he says wistfully, almost sighing the words.

You glance around hurriedly, looking for an exit, a weapon, anything, but he's quick to step behind you and usher you toward the bathroom.

"Here, this is the guest bathroom. There's... body wash, shampoo, conditioner. I went and bought everything I thought you would need. Towels are just in here, and there's a fresh toothbrush for you under the sink. Take your time, and call me if you need anything."

He pauses and looks at you, his eyes holding new fire, "and I mean anything."

You swallow hard and nod, waiting until he closes the door to make a move.

The first thing you do, is set Arlo down on the ground. The next is turn the shower on.

Then, you open up one of the bathroom drawers, successfully blocking the door.

Eyes on the prize, you open the window next and yank the screen out.

"Okay, we've got one shot at this," you whisper, taking Arlo into your grasp and stepping up onto the toilet to give you more leverage to jump out.

Peering outside carefully, you take a deep breath and then carefully climb up into the window, balancing with one leg outside.

Steadying yourself, you hold Arlo tightly then swing your other leg over and jump from the window, landing with a soft 'thud' on the grass below.

Your ankle pinches, and you wince, then push to your feet and set Arlo down.

You'll be faster without him in your hands, and he' can easily outrun your captor.

"Come, Arlo, let's go!" You whisper, taking off running through the grass toward the trees.

You have no idea where you're going, you just know that anywhere is better than here.

As the treeline nears, your hope grows, only to be brutally shot down by the weight on your back that brings you tumbling to the ground.

"No!" You screech, clawing at the ground to try and get away from him.

"Shut up!" He shouts, pushing your face into the ground as you continue screaming and sobbing.

You cough, spitting out dirt and grass and crying into the ground.

"Why are you doing this? You said you'd be good! I told you to be good!" He exclaims, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you backward.

You kick your feet and grab at his hands, smacking and scratching at him to try and get him to let you go. You wail and scream and cry, but your fights against him are nothing compared to his strength.

"No, no please!" You shriek, thrashing in his arms.

"Stop it!" He hisses, giving you a harsh tug, and you're forced to watch as Arlo's little body disappears into the trees.

Your captor all but wrestles you back down into the basement, shoving you to your knees despite your screams and pleas.

He kicks the mattress aside and yanks your arms behind your back, binding you tightly with your arms straight.

You sniffle and sob when he's finished, crawling toward the stairs desperately.

"No! You're not leaving me!" He shouts, yanking on the rope and forcing you back.

You shriek at the pain in your arms and he gives you another hard yank.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Stop screaming or I'll give you something to scream about!" He threatens, stepping around to stand in front of you.

You cower, scrambling back as fast as you physically can, sniffling and hiccuping the whole time. You look like a wounded animal, curled up in a ball, terrified for your life.

"Arlo," you moan, "I just want Arlo... please," you beg, looking up at him with big weepy eyes.

He leans down and grabs your jaw roughly, tilting your head this way and that.

"Then you should've thought about that before you tried to leave me. He's wolf food now," he whispers. His eyes are evil, full of anger and fury and something else that terrifies you beyond comprehension.

"No," you moan, shoulders slumping forward.

He drops your head and takes a deep breath, straightening up smoothing out his shirt.

"I'll be back with dinner. You'd better eat it."

He turns and walks up the stairs, turning the light on as he does.

Now you're really alone, and you wish you never tried to escape.

[l0v3tast3]

what do you think about perv!price? any headcannons or ideas you have for him ☄️ i just know he'd always be sparring with you and taking you into his office for a “chat”, or sharing a cigar with him while he encourages you to bounce on his cock !!! 🎀

no pressure to write this, feel free to ignore it it you want to !! <3

ORLA HOW DID U KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO TO MAKE THE WRITER'S BLOCK GO AWAY ??? MWAH UR A GENIUS PERVY PRICE IS JUST SO HNGNH ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ ily thank u for this uwu <<33

mdni! f!reader, cw for smoking as said on the lid

perv!john who likes how you get used to his cigar smoke and loves how you start getting turned on whenever you smell it on him eventually. it's pretty much daily that he calls you to his office. you'll catch up on how your evenings have gone while john lights his cigar and gestures for you to sit on his lap. not long after, his free hand will be guiding your hips up and down on his fat cock, rumbling sweet words when he isn't holding smoke in his lungs. "i know you're tired sweetheart, doin' so well though. you can keep going f'me, can't you?"

perv!john who gets a lot of knocks on his office door and finds it funny how you always jump at the noise. he teases you about it constantly- "what, you don't want them to see how well you're takin' my cock? y'don't want them to know you're mine?" john does. he wants them to walk in even when he barks at them to come back later. he wants them to see how your cute little cunt takes his whole dick and how pretty it looks with his cum leaking out of it.

perv!john who wants everyone to know you're his but still finds it funny when others try to hit on you. he'll watch from a distance and smile when you turn them away. when he sees you in his office later that day, though, he'll spank your ass raw and leave indents of his teeth all over your body. "should show 'em all already," he'll growl in your ear. your chest and face will be trapped between john's desk and the weight of his body pinning yours, the head of his cock grinding against your cervix until the only coherent word you can form is his name. "should fuck y'right in front of 'em- then they'll know they can't fuck y'as good as i can." whining and begging is pointless when he gets like this. john is a calm man, always keeping his cool, but his temper flares when his protectiveness (possessiveness) over you comes into play, and your pussy is the perfect way to help calm him down <3

[stupditysholy]

I have to get this off my chest because the amount of Curly love on tik tok actually stresses me out and I’ll tell you why:

So to my understanding having experienced the game multiple times, Curly absolutely fails to advocate for/help Anya. She hides the gun to keep it away from Jim because Curly will not allow her to protect herself. He straight up calls her crazy to her face, too: “You never had to get psych evals like the rest of us. I should’ve known” or something along those lines. When Curly confronts Jim before Jim crashes the ship, he doesn’t say ANYTHING in defense of Anya, instead consoling Jim that they would figure it out, and he’d been in rough spots before.

For all intents and purposes, Curly does not see that Jim has done something inexcusable, and rather he has made a series of mistakes. He does not for one single moment consider how Anya’s life has been permanently altered, how her autonomy has been entirely stolen from her.

Until he experiences it himself.

Curly being reduced to a mostly immobile spring sausage is his way of experiencing the pain he allowed to be inflicted upon Anya, full stop. Even more ironic? Anya can’t bare to give him his pain killers, so he is left completely at Jim’s mercy, a fun-house mirror of how Curly could not bare to hold his friend accountable, and therefore left Anya at Jim’s mercy pre-crash.

Curly only becomes Jim’s victim because he allows Anya’s victimization to go on unchecked. He thought he was exempt from Jim’s abuse, and that is his biggest mistake.

Also, I have to say the idea that Curly get’s rescued and lives happily ever after does the narrative no justice. In fact, it completely undermines Jim’s entire character arc. Curly living happily ever after would, in some sense, redeem a little of Jim’s character—redemption he did not remotely earn because he did NOT take responsibility. At all.

Jim putting Curly in the pod at the end is no act of mercy. It’s actually the worst and most selfish thing he could have done. It’s the exact freaking opposite of taking responsibility. When he has his big talk with Polle before the very end, he is spouting complete and utter bullshit. Why?

The crash and Curly are NOT the things he is supposed to be taking responsibility for. The thing he is supposed to be taking responsibility for is ANYA’S TORMENT. That is the thing which started all of this, which lead to the crash, which fried Curly. That is the inciting incident.

That’s the freaking irony!

Anya get’s completely and utterly forgotten in this moment. In my opinion, this is why Polle says:

If all of that is true… why are you still so concerned with him?

Because right before that, Jim is about to say “Our worst moments don’t make us monsters.”

And Polle knows, then, in that moment, that when Jim thinks of his worst moments, he thinks of the accident, what happened to Curly, rather than the immeasurable pain he inflicted on Anya PURPOSEFULLY. Jim completely fucking ignores his worst moment, and that DOES make him a monster.

So when Jim puts Curly in that pod, not only is he righting the WRONG wrong, but he is actively choosing to believe this is what it means to take responsibility. He is making his amends to a man he accidentally hurt rather than the person who suffered the most at his hand.

It’s also pretty evil of Jim to put him in there because he knows: a good captain goes down with his ship. He makes Curly out to be a selfish and pitiful. He may even be setting him up for failure depending on how the authorities reason out what happened.

I just think at the end of the day Jim is the villian of the story, and Curly is a freaking bystander. Obviously post-crash this is inevitable, but that’s almost funny—not gonna do anything to stop him, Curly? Guess what, now you don’t even have a freaking choice.

Anyway please stop glazing the spaghetti man you can love his complexity but he is not a good guy or uwu cutie pie. He sucks. Straight up.

Feel free to start discourse in the comments I’m okay with being wrong about him I guess I just don’t think I am.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello!! Miguel is living in my brain rent free atm. May I request a story with him? with a reader who is a little younger than him and is shy and nervous and thinks pffftttt I have NO chance with him but he is always more gentle with them because he senses their anxiety and they eventually get together uwu

But please ignore this if I’ve missed you saying that requests are closed heh thank you!

Aww!! It’s a whole “grumpy x sunshine ☀️” 🥹

When he first met you, he was intrigued. A decent fighter, can hold your own, but also very to yourself

Randomly compliments to your skills here and there get you flustered, which amuses the oh so not arrogant leader

becomes a whole thing where he randomly compliments you just to get a reaction out of you

He’s ABSOLUTELY not a huge people person (what gave that away 🤪) but it’s cute to see you interacting with the others, or the rare times Miguel gets to talk to you

He does note the age differences between you both because “roasting” can also be a love language, be it between you two or the rest of the Society just watching how you two act (like a soap opera)

This whole “dancing around” goes on for days, weeks, months until he eavesdrops on you talking to Lyla prior to an anomaly you had to take care of

“I know I have this assignment, but are you sure this is for me, Lyla? I mean, I know Miguel has more experience to him, and asks a lot of us, but—I just don’t want to be a disappointment to him.”

Insecurities do eat away at Miguel sometimes because of his past, but hearing you put it into words sinks into his mind and heart, replaying over in his head.

on the DL, he follows you as you head out to get to work, telling himself he’s just “keeping an eye out”

not as stealthy as he thinks (you have Spidey sense and he canonically doesn’t) you figure out he’s been tracking you

“Oh no—did Lyla tell you I was out? I swear k can handle this one Miguel, you don’t have to babysit me—!”

A man of few words, Miguel pulls you in for a tight hug before you feel his chest reverberating as he speaks

“I heard what you were saying earlier, talking to Lyla, and you’re not annoying. I know you can do this, and I trust you. Just wanted a chance to say that…”

Melting into his touch just a little bit, you let his words sink in and enjoy this little moment for now

“—is that all you want to say?”

once you gets together, you’re his favorite person. The best person! Stress melts away when you hold him

[ganondoodle]

i did a mini rant about it on twitter, but i want, and need, to say this here as well

it is sickening to see all media everywhere parrot israeli propaganda and lies while actively ignoring what they are doing to palestine, but especially so seeing it all being done just as much in germany, it feels even more personal bc shouldnt WE be the ones MOST critical of anyone enacting genocide?? a lesson to take from our awful, shitty, horrific history isnt we cannot criticize jewish people ever at all but that genocide is BAD

its seems like they are afraid of being called antisemitic by some people who dont know shit about whats going on so much so that theyd rather support a full blown genocide of 2 MILLION people, and it just

it scares me

i feel like a stranger in my own home, im avoiding news on radio and TV bc it feels like they are trying to brainwash me to cheer for the oppressors; we were responsible for a 5+ million genocide and now the media and politicians want us to support one of 2 million more??? what the fuck???

"well there are some evil people in this country we have been colonizing for years, guess we are gonna have to wall the entire region off so noone can leave and kill every single human life there, sorry, we had no other choice, dont look at us openly bragging about pulverizing a hospital filled to the brim with people seeking shelter from our 6000 mega bombs we dropped within a few days on this region, then calling palestinians 'children of darkness' and us the 'children of light', delete those posts, then change who we want to blame it on every few minutes bc people are starting to see through our lies, but dont you see? the bad people could have been anywhere, we had to, that hospital wasnt the first and wont be the last tho, so sad uwu"

how insane do you have to be to hear that and go "ah yes, that is very logical and justified and totally not obvious lies, heres a billion of currency and a metric fuckton of weapons to kill them all more efficiently, have fun and good luck"

?????????

if you think supporting palestine and wanting isreal to stop bombing them means you automatically support hamas you have no fucking idea what you are talking about actually and you need to educate yourself right about now, urgently

if you think the acts of one terror organisation represent an entire country and thus everyone living in it deserves to die for it, what the fuck is wrong with you there definitely are some horrible fascist, violent cults in the US, there absolutely are some in germany as well, do they represent the entire population of either countries and thus every single thing alive within its borders needs to die horrificly???

why did i have to sit in school trying not to cry my eyes out looking at fotos of piles of tortured, dead people, visit whats left over from concentration camps with all its looming feeling of doom, not even being able to stomach going into the building itself bc it made me want to vomit just being there and learn about every sickening detail of our awful history when im now here seeing and hearing it all over again, but this time im supposed to cheer for the oppressors?

i am appalled of so many countries being so complicit in supporting yet another genocide, but i am especially ashamed of my own. again.

free palestine.

[ongicloud]

I wanted to go on a bit of a ramble about Misa so like

I've been seeing this sentiment recently about people expressing frustration over people ignoring Misa's wrongdoings and painting her as an innocent angel who never did any wrong. And you are all correct to point out the fact that yes, she very much DID do things wrong. The sentiment that she is pure and innocent is very much factually incorrect. She DID stalk Light and coerce her into dating him. She killed people. I just wanted to throw in my two cents on her real quick.

BUT I also want to point out that I kind of see people's love for her as almost a rebellion against the early days of the fandom. As a shonen series, a lot of the content and discussions around it were being had by anime dudebros. To add on, we KNOW how bad Ohba is about writing women. How many sexist undertones there are in all of his work. He himself has admitted with no shame that he cannot write women. (Which as a professional author should make you feel shame tbh but I digress)

When I was first getting into the fandom, Misa was pretty widely disliked as a character. The people that did like her were very much sexualizing her. The sentiment was that she was a dumb blonde bimbo unworthy amongst the genius of Light and L. There was SO much bashing of her. That came from fans that weren't the typical dudebro as well. This was peak shaming girly "shallow" girls era. The not like other girls era. I think this definitely played a role in at least some fans, now that the fandom is more chill, latching onto her as she was definitely treated pretty badly and people wanted to avenge her. Or people wised up more and thought more critically about her as a character. I think over time, that protectiveness over her, along with the somewhat humorous nature of it, morphed into the "uwu she did nothing wrong" narrative.

Additionally, I kinda have some thoughts on her as a character. I am not excusing her bad actions, maybe moreso rambling about my understanding of them.

She witnessed her family being murdered. This is stated to have happened a year before the series starts, so she was like? 16? 17? Understandably a very traumatic experience. She had to see the killer being allowed to walk free, her word, her testimony, not mattering. The man who took everything from her was allowed to walk with no repercussion while she had to live with that trauma. When Kira (aka Light) killed that man, avenged her family, it is understandable that she would form this odd parasocial relationship with him. She was mentally unstable enough to start with, griefstruck and seeing Kira as the one who helped her gain some faith in the world again.

To add onto that, she was also stalked by an obsessed fan, who after being rejected, was going to kill her. She was only saved by the sacrifice of Gelus, thus gaining the death note herself.

I see her as not an innocent angel who did nothing wrong, but as a deeply damaged young woman who had no agency in the world before this. Being hurt by multiple men, living in Japanese society which we know isn't very supportive of women in general. She finally gained some power, a way to protect herself in this world. And she saw the person, who helped her at her darkest, unbeknownst to himself, as her saviour.

Yes, she was absolutely not in the right for starting to kill people, yes she was absolutely wrong for stalking Light and forcing him to date her. I just wanted to ramble about her a little bit and give my silly little thoughts on her. I love her as a character, I can see WHY she is why she is. And it is absolutely okay to dislike her for those things! It is absolutely okay to criticize her actions because they are not okay. And yes I also believe her character missed a lot of the depth some of the other characters had simply because she was written by a misogynistic author. When I say she deserves better, I mean that she deserved MUCH better writing. But also Light is NOT innocent in their relationship either. I hope we can all still agree on that.

[maxdibert]

It may be improper of me to speculate on someone’s intellect, but all the hatred directed at Severus by snaters/mstans is bizarre to me. In a world consumed by violence, it’s illogical to look at this character’s situation so superficially and spout nonsense like, “Being poor, bullied, or other hardships aren’t excuses to join ‘racists’ or ‘the equivalent of Nazis.’” This completely ignores tangible examples of what such environments can do to a person. How many stories are there about literal children bringing weapons to school as an attempt to retaliate against their bullies? How many news articles talk about children joining gangs or adults who, for various reasons, ended up involved in criminal organizations? This kind of thing isn’t hard to find—it’s all around us.

Many people who join criminal groups are vulnerable individuals, often from low-income backgrounds, with no adequate support system. These people are easily manipulated by the smallest crumbs of respect, affection, or acceptance. Vulnerable individuals will cling to anything that offers them a shred of security, no matter how questionable or malicious it may seem to others.

Is Severus responsible for his own choices? Of course, and he knows that himself. But expecting a child who never had proper support, never had the chance to grow and heal, and clung to the one stable thread in his life to turn away from it in favor of people who treated him worse than garbage—who tormented him simply for existing and ignored or silenced his suffering—is so detached from reality that it’s absurd.

You can hate Severus—I’m not arguing or imposing otherwise. Everyone has their preferences, and that’s fine. But it’s arrogant to expect someone who has only ever known violence and neglect to live up to some idealistic and egocentric notion of what is “good” or “evil.”

Is he perfect? No. Is he likable? No. But none of his flaws justify dismissing the suffering and trauma that shaped him. I guess an unrealistically “clean” victim, free of emotional scars, would suit this fandom better. But who am I to say anything, right?

This turned out a bit longer than I intended—sorry.

Honestly, I have nothing more to add because I completely agree, and this is something I’ve repeated a thousand times to the point that I’m starting to feel like a broken record: the idea that Severus had a "difficult" past isn’t meant to make people feel sorry for him, forgive him, or see him as some poor uwu. When we talk about the importance of his past, it’s because understanding his decisions requires us to comprehend his context and the way it significantly influenced those decisions.

People need to take a moment to think, step outside their bubble of privilege, and really reflect on what options a poor boy with no social resources or familial support could have had in an environment where he was marginalised by the "good guys" and where only the "bad guys" gave him a social space and some recognition, despite his blood status and social standing. Consider how that space and recognition were the only escape routes he had from poverty and violence and how that played a fundamental role in his decision-making.

Severus didn’t have the luxury of choice. He couldn’t refuse to align himself with his housemates because outside that house, he was faced with a group of bullies making his life miserable. And he couldn’t return to where he came from because that was a place of sheer poverty and more violence. He had no alternatives. Whatever he chose, it was going to turn out badly for him. So, he made the decision that seemed the least problematic at the time.

And that decision doesn’t need to be "less problematic" from an ethical perspective—it’s about stepping into his shoes, not viewing things from the comfortable position of a morally superior spectator at home who can judge without pausing to think and consider the situation as more than just black and white.

[ragnarokhound]

hi honey bunches. do you want to drive up to the lake for the weekend? I’ll grill us some fish

anyways. Obsessed with how Werewolf Jason would absolutely know Tim had the hots for him (bc sniff sniff you smell DIFFERENT Tim) BUT Tim would think he’s being oh so sneaky by not blushing or whatever. Tim is convinced Jason has a secret (and he has it figured out, Jason is a werewolf) but does not realize the actual secret is that Jason wants to have dirty dirty werewolf sex wit him.

hey sugar pie. i would love nothing more uwu i'll bring the cooler and the camping chairs, lmk if i forgot anything before we go, okay? if you still want to go that is - I know it's been ages since you asked :')

We are once again on the same wavelength here lol one of my favorite varieties of miscommunication/misunderstanding is when a character has TWO secrets actually, and the big secret that character A uncovers about character B IS in fact, the objectively bigger secret. And yet.

In a typical played straight scenario ala any high school supernatural romcom, this would play out like:

Tim, alone with Jason during the full moon: i know your secret Jason. Jason, trying to hide his werewolf transformation: o-oh? What makes you say I have a secret, Tim? Tim in his cheerleader fit, oblivious to the sharp teeth Jason suddenly has: you LIKE me, don't you! Admit it! Jason, hiding behind his stereotypical high schooler letterman jacket so Tim doesn't see his sudden muttonchops: hahAHA - ohhh, you got me! What, uh, what gave it away? (CUE AUDIENCE LAUGH TRACK)

Which is fine! Love a good old and highly dramatic 'you don't know i'm a mOnStEr because you're hung up on something as banal as normal high school things like who like-likes who, but my secret is so much worse than that...' It's very fun. Heehee. Hoohoo.

But I much prefer it played this way - secret number one: Jason is a werewolf, and no one is supposed to know. However comma, his second BIGGER secret: the massive crush on Tim Drake that he's been ignoring. Poorly. No one can know. It would be devastating. DEVASTATING.

And Tim, of course, is highly suspicious of Jason because of how obviously guilty he acts around Tim, and because Jason is so consumed with 'i cant let him know that i have a massive crush on him' he isn't paying as much attention to keeping his werewolfism under wraps lmao. So Tim, smelling a secret, correctly assesses that Jason has been hiding that he's a werewolf. But when Tim finally confronts him about it -

Jason: oh, that Tim: ?? what do you mean ""Oh That,"" exCUSE me, what did you THINK i was suspicious of Jason, desperate to change the subject: Nothing Don't Worry About It, Hey Why Do You Smell So Weird Suddenly Tim, who had been hiding his own crush on Jason pretty well he thought: What Are You Talking About I Don't Smell Like Anything Shut Up Jason, leaning closer with Intent: now that i think about it, why have you been wearing so many smelly colognes lately? You got something you been trying to hide from my keen werewolf senses, Red-- (Note: I am imagining this taking place in a tight space like a broom closet or whatever that they got shoved into to hide, and everything boils over in deliciously tropey fashion. Feel free to imagine what comes next uwu)

I love subverting tropes, and I love that tongue-in-cheek play of 'yeah, yeah secret werewolf we've all seen it - how about those interpersonal relationships tho?? spill the tea queen 👀🍷' because I love when something that seems like it ought to be huge or life-changing isn't nearly as important or dire to a character as whether their feelings are requited. At this point for Jason, being a werewolf is Tuesday. It's his crush on Tim Drake and what he feels for him that's anything but ordinary uwu

[nixie-writes]

Hey! I’ve spent like an hour religiously reading your works! Could I get a Husk x fem! Cat demon! Reader who was his medic when he fought in the war, and they fell in love only for him to die- and he recognizes her after he catches her humming a song she used to sing to him? Like a heartfelt reunion? It’s super cheesy and long! Feel free to ignore!

☕️-anon

I feel so honored uwu I've had this blog running for over a year and a half so some of my work is trash but I'm glad you like it! This turned into more of a fanfic with plot points than headcanons but enjoy lol

-”da-da-da-da, mm-mm,” you hummed to yourself in the infirmary, all alone. You were waiting to treat the injured from the current war going on and were demanded to stay in your quarters. You couldn’t find anything to entertain yourself with so you decided to hum that little tune you and your boyfriend, who only went by Husk, loved to hear. 

-you were snooping through a filing cabinet, reading classified documents as you usually did, when a soldier no older than 19 burst into your office, sweating, eyes bulged. Before you could ask what was wrong two other soldiers dragged in none other than Husk who, despite bleeding heavily and leaning on one side, demanded to walk. You didn't bother closing the cabinet before rushing to see him.

-laying him down on a gurney you inspected Husk. He had a bullet wound that pierced through his liver. The liver wasn't elastic enough to handle a bullet wound. Judging by how bloodied up Husk was you guessed his liver had practically exploded from the impact.

-you began stuffing the wound with whatever gauze you could find, trying to staunch the bleeding. In the back of your head you knew it was futile but you knew you'd never be able to live with yourself if you hadn't at least tried.

-as you were rolling up another bundle of gauze to push into the wound Husk grabbed you by your arm gently, weakly. He gave you the softest, sweetest of smiles and told you bluntly, "you're too late". You were hyperventilating at this point, tears falling down your face, fighting to see clearly so you could continue to stuff the wound. You turned to face the three soldiers behind you. "The fuck are you doing standing around like a bunch of twats, do something!" But none of them moved, only grabbing their hats and placing said hats over their hearts. You turned around to continue your process and you were met with glassy eyes staring at nothing, blood still oozing lazily from his gunshot wound.

-it was after Husk's death that you left the army. You couldn't bear to watch another person die because of your incompetence. Similar to Husk who could beat anyone in a drinking contest, you became an alcoholic, trying to drink down the pain. You died at a shockingly young age due to liver failure from all your drinking.

-when you died you arrived in Hell, a pink cat demon complete with a collar. You thought it was silly but went with it. You spent about a year walking the streets, humming that little tune Husk loved so much. There's no way such a perfect being could have ended up down here but you held hope.

-late one night you were walking home from the store, humming as usual. The older demons and Hellborns came to recognize you for humming the same song. You never told them why, you just said you liked it.

-during your walk home you saw a familiar face clad in red - one of the Overlords, trying to score a deal with some poor sap. It wasn't your business and you didn't want it to be your business so you continued on, humming as per usual.

-this caught the attention of the cat demon next to the Overlord, Alastor, who ran to you. He almost crashed into you, making you drop some bananas in the process. He helped you pick everything up, and you asked him what he wanted with you.

-"that song, I've heard it before. Where did you learn it?" His eyes were round and pleading. You shrugged casually. "It's...just a song my boyfriend liked me to sing before he died." You replied. You'd never told a soul about that before. His breathing hitched. "Was he in a war?" he asked a little too hopefully. Awkwardly you nodded. Before you could ask how he knew, Alastor called out, "we're leaving Husker!" You blinked in surprise. Husker...? Husk?

-"I know it sounds crazy and it sure fucking is but, I think I'm your boyfriend who died," Husk explained quickly. You quirked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's one thing only my boyfriend would know?" You inquired with a crass smirk. "Uh let's see...you never liked apple pie because when your dad baked it it always came out sour, and you sometimes stole your dad's cigarettes," he replied. Holy shit, no one else knew that. "Is it really you, [Y/N]?" he inquired hopefully. You nodded your head slowly.

"It's nice to finally meet you again."

[chiharuhashibira]

tanjiro looking for his earrings and not knowing where they are and finding his s/o wearing them 🥺🩷

Hewo Anonymous~

Your wish is my command, especially when it is a Tanjiro fic! 👉🏼👈🏼

I wish it'll be okay if I age Tanjiro up to hmmm 18? Pweaaaaseeee~

Anyways, I'll just work my magic here, for you ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔?

𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Content Warnings: Aged-up Tanjiro, Slightly Suggestive

Tanjiro's heart hammered so hard that he even thought perhaps it would just pop out of his chest. He can't ever lose his hanafuda earrings. That's the heirloom of his family, the only memory of his beloved father.

Looking at how messy his room has become, it's clear how panicked the boy is. Tanjiro groaned in frustration, rubbing his face aggressively as he wondered how he lost it in the first place. All he could remember from last night was the intimate night he had with his lover, as he was too tired to even check if he still wore his hanafuda earrings or not.

"I can't lose that…" He mumbled under his breath as another set of pillows were tossed to the corner of the room.

The sound of a gasp kicked him out of his incessant thoughts. Tanjiro immediately turned in your direction with a clear look of worry on his face. You saw how sweaty he had been after searching for perhaps an hour.

"Tanjiro, the room's messy! What happened?"

You asked, clearly unaware of what he had been doing. You raised an eyebrow as Tanjiro stood up and walked towards you, a pillow sheet falling from his lap. A sigh escaped from his lips before he could even tell you his concern.

"I don't know why my hanafuda earrings are missing… You know that I can't lose it, Y/N!"

You bit your lip in astonishment. So he had been looking for it all along? You just got out of the bath, clad in your violet yukata, with water dripping from your long hair.

You saw how Tanjiro's eyes scanned you, gulping as he took in your sight. But he's too caught up with his lost earrings right now, and he can't be distracted.

But that nearly made you laugh out loud. You pushed your damp hair behind your ears, exposing his hanafuda earrings. "Tanjiro, you should've told me that you're looking for this…"

"Oh gosh! It's here!" As he enveloped you in an affectionate hug, a soothing sound came from his lips. You smiled and hugged him back. "I'm sorry I wore them… I just find them really pretty, Tanjiro." You pulled out of the embrace, giving him a pout as you took off the earrings and handed them to them.

You didn't know that he would be so scared!

Tanjiro took his earrings back, wore them once again, and gave you a gentle kiss. "It's alright, Y/N. I was just scared that I had lost it. But they look good with you." He said this, assuring you that what you did wasn't wrong.

You hummed as you kissed back, slowly but passionately. You just love your Tanjiro so much.

The boy snaked his arms around your waist, making you yelp a bit in surprise. "Tanjiro—"

"I can't give you these earrings, love, but I can give you another special gift that I'm sure you would love."

His words made you feel a shiver run up your spine. "O-okay then~" With that, Tanjiro carried you back to the messy room with a plan to make it messier with you. His hanafuda earrings are here again, so there's no reason to ignore a little distraction for the day.

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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!

I hope you enjoy this fic as much as how I blush while writing this XD

Sorry if I didn't give you Tanjiro's hanafuda earrings XD But still, at least there is a special gift after >.&lt;

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