#and treats him like he doesn’t know shit

[xoxochb]

hey girlieee!! could you please do very pissed, angry and jealous Percy smut??? asking for a friend (i’m not 😇

ooooohhh anon u ate with this one

cw: rough ass sex, overstimulation, fingering, unprotected piv, orgasm denial (once), swearing

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you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you can’t move, you can’t do absolute jack shit like this.

your hair is disarrayed around you, your bare chest rising and falling at an abnormally rapid rate, the bedsheets soaked, tears streaming down your cheeks, clothes scattered throughout the cabin, and your poor boyfriend’s got his back scratched up, little trickles of blood falling from your nails.

percy continuously babbles about what you believe to be nonsense. bullshit like ‘you’re mine’ and ‘that other boy wouldn’t treat you as good as me’ or ‘this pussy’s only mine, isn’t it?’

you don’t dare disagree with him, not now, not when he’s like this. he’s upset you had spent the morning teaching a new camper archery instead of spending it with him doing whatever gods forsaken shit he wanted to do. angrily, you were taken to cabin three to get the life fucked out of you!

his fingers works inside of you mercilessly, pushed into a unhealthy spot in your body, while his thumb runs over your throbbing clit. and poor you, you’re an utter wreck, writhing and crying underneath him.

“please, I- I-” searching for the alphabet… “‘m all- all yours.”

“yeah?” percy cocks his head to the side and kisses your sternum. “all mine?”

you nod rapidly, with one hand pulling his hair harshly. he doesn’t like the lack of a verbal response.

“use your words, sweet girl, c’mon.”

“yes,” you pant. “all yours.”

he kisses your skin again. though when you feel your climax creeping upon you his finger slides out, letting an embarrassing whine slip past your lips.

“what- I- fuck you.”

“I’m doin’ jus’ that, pretty girl.”

you watch disoriented-ly as percy undresses himself. you’re in for the longest night of your life.

“perce, please.” ah, how you missed coherent sentences.

“I’m hurryin’, angel. gotta have patience.”

you close your eyes and wait. until finally, his cock urgently and without warning slides between your folds. asshole, you’ll get him back for that sometime. his name stick to your tongue like a leech to skin, it’s currently the only thing you can seem to say. or think. or feel.

you presume this is what he’s trying to do though so you let it happen.

your legs burn. in fact, your whole body burns. it’s like you’ve got a sadist for a boyfriend, because you know he won’t give you mercy, especially since your morning hadn’t been spent with him but with some other jackass.

you practically gag on your tears, strands of hair sticking over your face, and your moans growing progressively louder with each harsher thrust.

he’s probably trying to kill you.

you know you’re dripping by now, actually not even, pouring. his cock is filling you to the utter brim, leaving no room for the white-hot pleasure to roam but the sheets beneath you.

the world spins at a rapid pace, every time you open your eyes stars fill your line of vision, and you can barely feel yourself even existing. you call this overstimulation at its finest.

you know now, he was not lying about fucking all the life o it of you completely.

[madaqueue]

RECIPE FOR DISASTER — yuji itadori & ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

request | event masterlist | fluff : baking cookies

“no offense, yu, but literally what did you do?”

yuji pouts over the glass bowl, in it laying some combination of chocolate, sprinkles, and…goo.

“i don’t know! i swear i followed the recipe,” his lips curl into a frown, one that makes you giggle at the sight, like a puppy who didn’t get a treat he worked oh-so-hard for.

“he probably fucked it up by looking at it wrong.” your gaze shoots to sukuna, his legs idly kicking from where he’s perched atop the kitchen counter. reaching out to smack him for his indignance, he catches your wrist in the air. “and if you get flour on my shirt, you’ll be going in the dough next.”

with a grumble you pull back, instead offering yuji a comforting pat. “it’s okay, yu, it happens. maybe let’s just order something-”

“no!” you and sukuna freeze at the outburst, yuji’s cheeks turning pink. “no, we can do this, really! let’s just try one more time, please?”

and even though he rolls his eyes, sukuna mumbles a low “fine” as he hops down, black boots landing heavily on the hardwood floors. “but when this goes to shit, it’s your fault and you’re paying for our takeout.”

yuji’s smile grows impossibly wider as he sets the goo-bowl aside, already searching for another. rummaging through the cabinets, he sprawls ingredients across the table.

the three of you work in silence for a while: you, carefully measuring sugar and flour; yuji cracking the eggs; and sukuna off in the corner, mixing oil, butter, and vanilla. soft music plays from a speaker nearby, and for a moment it’s peaceful, until yuji’s voice breaks the silence:

“what the hell are you doing?”

“what am i doing?” sukuna challenges. “i’m doing what your stupid ass told me to do!”

over your shoulder, you turn to find the two of them bickering over their now-shared mixing bowl, holding a clumpy off-white mixture that looks distinctly non-edible.

“you didn’t mix it right, why does it look like that!” yuji exclaims.

“oh, so it’s my fault it’s wrong? you’re the one who doesn’t know how to crack a damn egg - there’s eggshells everywhere in here!”

“that’s not my fault, i swear there weren’t any like a second ago!”

you find sukuna’s gaze across the kitchen, mischief glimmering behind the crimson. “that’s not my problem, now is it, yuji?”

sliding yourself between them, you manage to catch a glimpse of their concoction, something that seems all too liquidy and solid for a cookie recipe.

“sukuna, what did you put in here?” you ask incredulously.

“i just did whatever he told me to - a quarter cup of oil, half a tablespoon of vanilla, and eight sticks of butter.”

you choke on your spit. “eight sticks of butter?”

“yep,” he smirks, crossing his arms. “that’s what yuji said.”

staring at the boy behind you, he smiles sheepishly. “that is what the recipe called for…”

grabbing the phone from him, you scroll through lengthy walls of text to find the culprit of this fiasco. at the very bottom of the page, the text glares back at you: “eight tablespoons of butter.”

“yuji.” you rub your eyes in disbelief. “eight tablespoons. that’s one stick of butter.”

“oh,” he shrinks, raising his shoulders apologetically. “oops.”

“told you it was your fault, you idiot-”

“and you,” you spin on your heel to face sukuna, finger pointed in accusation towards him. “you knew the recipe was wrong and you did it anyways!”

leaning forward, you smell the vanilla wafting off his skin. “i was just doing what i was told, sweetheart.”

shoving him away, your hand leaves a flour-white imprint on his black cotton t-shirt, one you’ll surely be forced to clean later. but he doesn’t get angry - instead, sukuna lets out the biggest, bellowing laugh, one that electrifies the air and shakes the cupboards. it’s a laugh that vibrates in your chest as you join in, ruffling yuji’s hair as he begins to giggle.

the absurdity and joy overtakes you; you laugh until your ribs hurt, and yuji smiles at you. “i’ll get the takeout menus,” he grins, and in the tiny kitchen, all you feel is warmth.

a/n: samara, my most beloved dear samara - i love you so much and i'm so happy to have met you :') thank you for loving our silly stupid boys with me, thank you for letting me scream and rant abt things to you, thank you for making this little online space one that i cherish so much <3 I LOVE YOUUUUU and i hope you enjoy this :33

[animerot]

Speaking of the skating arc..

But the way ranma is not just fighting one, but TWO men over akane.. he was real busy this day. Also think it’s hilarious how ryoga as well as not getting all flustered with ranmas girl side, he is fully beating the shit out of her. Like the audience must be kerfuffled at this man giving this sweet beautiful girl (his skating partner !) the beat down

But the way he’s protecting Akanes honor AGAIN, cus ryoga thinks she’s something he can “win” from him. Right off the bat he doesn’t treat her how most of the boys in her life. He knows she’s her own person, and wants her to be treated like so.

[makedonsgriva]

Another SVSSS AU idea because lately I’ve been pulling AU ideas out of my head like anything.

So when Bingmei goes to another universe, he is not able to find his Shizun. What if he did?

What if he found him? Shen Jiu is not dead. He has not been mutilated beyond recognition but being held captive by Bingge and Bingmei finds him

And then proceeds to feel angry as shit at his other self for making the same mistakes he did so despite Shen Jiu’s fierce resistance and fear, he hauls him back with him to his own universe and confronts Bingge

SY is shitting his pants because the original goods??? Is here????

(He is also angry at him for treating his baby Binghe so poorly)

Anyways yeah imagine Yue Qi finding this out because no way he is letting Shen Jiu face his death after he has been saved

Bingge is furious because not fair! He doesn’t get a nice Shizun AND revenge??? Does the world hate him???

Bingmei, even after learning the extent of Shen Jiu’s abuse, hatred etc etc refuses to treat him badly or let Bingge take him because fuck that guy who does he think he is???

Shen Jiu is trying to act calm but he is confused as shit but one thing he knows is that this poser Shen Qingqiu has been bewitched or something because what do you mean YOU ARE MARRIED TO THIS BEAST???

He decides to kidnap Shen Yuan or something because this guy needs help and protection more than anyone does

[oatlystrawberryicecream]

it’s so easy to look at how bruce treats dick specifically (but everyone to some extent) and see a disparity too

he would never be able to sustain disapproval of dick for a length of time like the one from utrh all the way through rhato #25 bruce just doesn’t have it in him to be at odds with dick to that extent (i know he and dick have had their ups and downs but bruce has never entertained the idea of hating dick)

and you can see some waxing and waning where bruce and jason try to be on decent terms and then shit hits the fan but there is always some tension and jason has to hold a part of himself back to get a glimpse of bruce’s love and respect whereas dick will automatically have it so there is such a basis for jason’s insecurity and resentment toward him it is a tale as old as time where siblings are unable to see past the differing treatment from parents and so they lose the chance at a stronger bond with each other

the only thing worse than bruce wayne being a piece of shit to all his kids is bruce wayne being decent to all his kids except jason, that shit hurts in ways i didnt know was possible

[pixelscutz]

random jjk headcannons ₊˚✩

nanami - huge fan of doja cat

i’m not even sure why, but for some reason, the lyrics of her songs always turn him on. i mean come on? he can definitely relate to all of her lyrics,, wait actually no that sounds wrong. I hope yk what i mean. 

itadori - loves being babied 

although he wants to be a tough and protective guy in public, trust me, when you two are alone, he loves to lay in between your thighs and hear you sing sweet words to him. now that is the closest thing he has towards heaven. 

megumi - secretly has a sweet tooth

“hell no, i’m not eating that sugary shit, do you think i’m trying to speedrun diabetes?” 

and thennn you’ll find him secretly eating the leftover cake on his bed at 3am.

nobera- used to believe in ghost stories 

tbh, she still believes in some of the ghost stories, i mean when she first found out about jeff the killer and momo she fell down a rabbit hole of worries and fears on what she would do if they randomly appeared one day. although she now knows they don’t exist, she can’t help but always take extra precautions

sukuna - loves being praised like he’s a toddler 

I mean, we already think this guy’s ego is pretty big, but come on? “oh sukuna, you cleaned the kitchen? thank you love, you did such a good job!” he would be rolling his eyes, but secretly he’s jumping and screaming with joy

gojo - loves ariana grande & sabrina carpeter

gojo def understands how to treat a women,, i mean have you seen ari’s and sabrina’s lyrics? they teach him a lot about how to treat a woman, - heck he even studies them.

itadori + nobera - love to troll kids on roblox 

i mean, although they do save people from monsters and supernaturals everyday,, beefing with a couple of kids online doesn’t do any harm..

megumi - huge fnaf kid 

i know i can not be the only one who believes in this, i mean, the entire lore fanctinates him. if you ask him what fnaf is about, he will give you a deep breakdown from start to finish 

megumi + gojo - thinks of gojo as a father figure but will never admit it

once megumi called gojo dad,, yeah and that’s when gojo found out what megumi thinks of him and will always tease him abt it 

sukuna - has a extensive skincare and hair routine

i mean come on? have you ever wondered how his skin is always gleaming, and his hair is so silky? it’s obious this man loves to take care of himself but he will NEVER admit it 

megumi + itadori - they secretly watch romance animes together 

this is the definition of bromance, and they always love gushing over who’s their favorite ship, the annoying characters.. etc etc. so far,, fruit basket is their favorite !

part two soon ? :> 

[hyperions-light]

hey

What is going on between Rook de Riva and Viago

Like he sends them away with that rude yet worried note and then they get back and everyone says

Oh my god, we’re so happy you’re back, Vi was INSUFFERABLE while you were gone, he missed you so much

and he doesn’t deny it

And Rook is very relaxed almost all the time talking about him, especially around Lucanis

But then sometimes

Like there’s that line where Emmrich is asking Lucanis about being a Crow, and de Riva will interrupt and say they’re also one, and then Lucanis will say something like, “oh, is that what Viago thinks?” And Rook gets all grumbly. It’s comedic but like… ????

And if you talk to Neri de Acutis in the Treviso market, he tells Rook they’re doing a great job, and Rook says, “Tell Viago that?” in the most weirdly uncertain voice, and Neri says like

You don’t think he’d kill you, do you? You’re family! We’ve all had to kill family before, but we were really sad about it!

Which is not reassuring at all

And then there’s the torture thing

Like did he torture them personally? Bc Heir says that he didn’t let Rook train with her bc they received the best training under Vi. And then Rook later says when talking to Lucanis that the training was torture (I do actually think this was meant literally, based on what we saw back in DAO from Zev). And they ask Lucanis if he resents Caterina for doing that to him, and the way they ask is like… they’re sort of also talking about themselves, if that makes sense. Like they’re asking because they feel that way, so it makes sense Lucanis might

BUT ALSO that makes it even weirder because like

You know how Jacobus is Rook’s little guy? Like you can check up on him throughout the game, and he idolizes them?

And it’s Viago that Rook asks about his potential. Like they want confirmation they’re right or… they want him to be a de Riva? But like if it WAS Viago who trained them, then like… they’re offering him up to the wolf, basically

But ALSO ALSO Viago is always protecting Rook? Like he shows up at the Dragon fight for them (he does this for any Rook, but the narrative significance is different for de Riva) and he yells at them not to get hit during the Illario fight… and then Jacobus also tells Rook that Vi thinks they’re doing really well… and I KNOW that Viago is going to directly compliment them at the end of the game (which he never does) during the battle for Minrathous. (I assume at this point Viago will collapse from having to give someone he cares about a genuine compliment)

Like he’s their mentor, he cares about them? They want to impress him, they’re worried he’s upset BUT HE ALSO LITERALLY TORTURED THEM MAYBE (or at least facilitated it) and they possibly resent him for that (valid)? They are devoted to him but also they think he miiiight kill them???

It’s giving “King and Lionheart” + “It Will Come Back”. It’s giving dog that someone treats like shit but that still loves them.

They’re so weird… they’re being weird about each other… mesmerizing

(haha wouldn’t it be fucked up if Vi asked Rook to make him King like he desperately wants and they agreed despite the many risks because… he’s Viago. tucking that fic into the draft folder)

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 21. Show Me

Summary: After rushing from the training hall, Dahlia is left alone to her thoughts. Or so she thinks.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I had no idea how I ended up here. Just letting my feet carry me to wherever they lead me. Which apparently was the top of one of the towers of the Quadrant. It clearly wasn’t used much, but it must have been a place someone came to as there were some footsteps in the dust in the stairwell.

I’m sure the view was beautiful, but all I could do was stare down at my hands, the memory replaying in my head over and over again. The scream echoing loudly in my head over, and over again. I’d barely had my signet a day and it was already a shit show just like the rest of my life. Just when life was starting to be good for once. I was making friends, didn’t have to deal with the constant disappointed looks of my father and brother. I was actually living my life. Now I doubted anyone would want anything to do with me after that.

They must have developed a signet like I had recently. Emetterio knew of my signet after last night, knew it wasn’t entirely safe for me to touch anyone except Bodhi really. His signet was the only one I could trust in my hands. But clearly the other cadet had manifested one without realising. And I’d thrown it back at them without even realising and caused everyone in the Quadrant to look on in horror as they screamed and screamed. I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to block the memory from my mind, but it does nothing. The scream still echoing loudly in my ears.

I startle as the door next to me opens. I half expect to see Xaden who I knew had tried to follow me out. And at first I think it is him with how tall the person is, but as they fully step through the door, it’s the last person I expect to see. They shut the door behind them before walking over and lowering themselves to the ground as they lean up against the ledge with me, legs sprawled out in front of them. I look up at them to see them staring down at my hands. I’d only ever seen him glare or tease me, so the worried way he looks at my hands is new to me. A softer look to their features I’ve not seen before, as if they were relaxed despite the worry. And I hated to say how much I liked it.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, an almost pained tone to their voice.

I look at him confused, unsure why he’s apologising to me. “Sorry? Why are you sorry Garrick?”

His shifts his gaze to look at me, and I can see the pain in his hazel eyes. I can see how sorry he is, as if he feels like this is his fault. But there’s something more there. I know the look in his eyes isn’t just to do with what happened to me.

“I’m sorry, because the signet you replicated was mine.” He confesses, averting his gaze as he leans his head back against the stone ledge, looking up at the roof.

I stare at him in disbelief. One because I’d been so adamant I’d replicated the cadet I’d been up against. And two…. Because this was a side of him I had never seen. Not once in my months here had I seen him be anything but the arrogant lumbering oaf I’d assumed him to be. Didn’t think he cared about anyone but himself and the few he kept close. But I can see how worried he is. How bad he feels. There’s no way this is an act. Especially when I lower my gaze and note a slight shake to his hands. I almost want to reach out and grasp them in mine, but after what’s happened I doubt he’d let me. And I internally kick myself for wanting to do so. Just because he feels sorry for me and what’s happened, doesn’t mean he won’t go back to treating me any different once tomorrow comes. Just like my brother and father.

“The same thing happened to me.” He starts, his gaze still set on the roof. “We were doing training while challenges were on hold. Only a few squads were with us. And I had no idea my signet had manifested.” He pauses, taking a deep breath before looking down at his own hands. “We were doing hand to hand combat and at first it was fine. Both of us landing hits on each other without any issue. But as it went on and got more and more intense, I felt something shift in me. Something had changed. And as I pinned them beneath me, their screams echoed around the room as they writhed in pain beneath me.”

Garrick squeezes his fists shut, the tremble now more emphasised due to it. As I look at him I realise what had happened today was almost a copy and paste of what had happened to him last year. No doubt reliving the memory as the screams had echoed around the training room, watching as I pinned them to the ground in a similar manner. Not only was I shaken, but Garrick was to.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

He turns his head and lightly laughs. “The last thing you need to be is sorry. You did nothing wrong.”

I shake my head. “But I did. I didn’t think. I should have thought about what could happen when I touched your arm. But I didn’t. I didn’t think and now I’ve probably traumatised some poor cadet, and you.” I ramble, finally breaking free of the slump I was in. “Everyone probably thinks I’m a freak.”

He chuckles lightly, my eyes narrowing at him as I glare at him slightly. “Aww you care about me. How sweet.”

I huff and push off the ground, “And there it is. Sorry for trying to be nice.” I snap as I go to storm off.

I barely take a step before his hand grasps my arm halting me in my tracks. I try to pull my arm free, not wanting to accidentally hurt him but he just grips my arm tighter.

“I’m not trying to be an ass. Just thought a joke might make you feel better.” He states bluntly as he stares down at me.

The last time I’d been this close was in the hallway the day after threshing, and I’d forgotten just how tall Garrick truly was as I crane my neck to look up at him. And just like last time, being this close to him affects me more than it should.

“It doesn’t matter, as soon as we walk out of here you’ll go back to hating me and treating me like you normally do.” I say as I try to loosen my arm from his grip.

He sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t hate you Dahlia.”

I freeze at his words. In all the months I’d been here, not once had he used my name. Always calling me little Aetos, or some other colourful word. Never by my actual name. And I hated how it caught me off guard. Hated how much I liked it coming from him.

He releases my arm, clearly satisfied I won’t storm off anymore. “At the start, yeah I did. But I’ve realised I never hated you. I hated your name. Your last name. Who I thought you were. Who your father is. And dare I say, I was wrong about you.”

“Is this you trying to apologise?” I ask, staring at him like he’s gone crazy.

Cause clearly he had. Or maybe I had. Maybe I’d been knocked out on that mat and this was just a dream. There was no way these words were coming from Garrick. Garrick who despised me from the moment I stepped off the parapet and he knew my…. My name. I’d barely looked at him but there was no hate in his eyes the first time I’d looked at him. He looked curious and amused as I’d tried to avoid giving my name to him and Xaden. But the moment Dain had uttered my last name, it had changed. Every time he’d looked at me since then there had been hate in his eyes. Until now. And I hated to admit that now as I looked up at him, there was none of that there. For once Garrick Tavis was looking at me like he didn’t hate me.

“I can retract it if you want? But yes, this is me saying that maybe I was wrong about jumping to conclusions about you based off a name.” He admits with a shrug, clearly trying to play it casual.

“You aren’t doing this because you feel bad about the whole signet thing?” I ask, still not sure what he’s saying is true.

“I won’t deny I feel extremely bad about what happened. But it’s not why I’m doing this. And I get if you don’t believe a single word I’m saying to you right now. Just felt like right now was the only time you would listen to me.”

He wasn’t wrong though. As he’d joined me up here I’d let him. I hadn’t scoffed and moved on time I usually would, hadn’t made a smart ass comment to him. I’d watched and let him sit next to me and talk to me properly. Too caught up in what had happened to care. And honestly, I’d wanted to company despite running off.

I walk over to the ledge, looking out over the Quadrant as I think over his words. Despite everything something deep down told me to accept his apology and put all this behind us. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I want to suddenly forgive him and move on? Maybe Bodhi’s insistence I give him a chance had finally worn me down.

“Ok. “ I utter, turning to look at him. “I’m not fully forgiving you. But I’m giving you a chance Tavis. As they say, actions speak louder than words.”

@imtoanonymousforyou @simplyme-fornow @omalmal @lalaluch @wolfbc97 @leptitlu @fullmoon-94 @the-fandom-ness @fan-of-many-bands @awkardnerd @heeseungthel0ml @acourtofsmutandstarlight @fairchild06 @freyagallileaevans @pit-and-the-pen @hannraumari @elliot-rain @thestarseternaal

[admirationandromantics]

Going overboard, 5: Dread

Okay, so another smut chapter... Meh, it's okay, a little treat for you. And a little angst, but we covered that in the last one too. Hope you guys like this, we're halfway, yay! (Remember that there's an epilogue, so don't worry). Let me know what you think, and send requests if you want to <33

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I walk inside, seeing Chris and Ashley sitting on the sofa. Chris is leaned over, head in his hands, while Ash is curled up like a ball, silent tears streaming down her face. I look around, red balloons are tied to the railings of the stairs, and the area is lit up by a bunch of candles. “Have you guys looked for Sam yet?” I ask, my voice still hoarse. Chris doesn’t acknowledge me, but Ashley shakes her head in response. I walk up the stairs, noticing that the balloons have painted arrows on them. I walk to the bathroom door, knocking lightly. 

“Sam?”

Luckily, the door is unlocked, and I open it. Half of the candles are still lit, but there’s no trace of her. The bath is not drained, and her clothes are gone. I look around, but there’s nothing else. I look under the chair, seeing only one sock. She must’ve gotten dressed quickly if she didn’t remember all of it. Maybe she saw something, or heard something. I step in some water near the door. I look down, noticing faint footsteps on the hardwood floor. Did she not dry off? The prints lead down the stairs, then another set. Before making my way down, I look over at the other two. They’re still in the same positions on the sofa, and I decide not to bother them. If something happens, they can still hear me. 

The doors to the cinema are closed, and I do my best to part them as quietly as possible. The room is dark and silent, and I make my way further in. On the ground are some broken shards. They look like they’re from a vase or ornament. The door further in is wide open, leading deeper into the cellar. I walk through the hallway, looking for scratches or blood, but I can’t find anything. I continue walking past a bedroom and down the concrete stairs. There is no more water to follow, so I have to rely on my instincts. I turn on my phone, switching on the flashlight. I get to the machine where we turned on the warm water. Everything seems in order, except for a baseball bat lying in the middle of the floor. I pick it up, looking for any kind of damage. It looks fine, no blood. I don't, however, put it down. If the maniac decides to attack, I will need a weapon. 

I walk further into the cellar, noticing a large fallen shelf in front of a heavy door. I look back, thinking about Ashley and Chris. I should head back, and we should go through this together. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I continue my descent. Room by room is empty, no sign of struggle and battle. This does not seem worth it. There’s nothing here. Sam must’ve gone a different way. I’m about to turn back when I hear the familiar sound of summing. Old computers and clicking. I hold my breath, and kneel down. Shit shit shit. I should’ve turned back earlier, but maybe, if he doesn’t know that I’m coming, I have a chance at getting back at him. 

I carefully and silently make my way to where the sound is coming from. Turning off my light and creeping to the blue and white rays. I look between planks, and I see him. Long dark hair, probably part of his mask. He’s looking at several screens, one over the bathroom, and many other places in the lodge. I see one with Ashley and Chris. They’ve made their way to the cinema, looking at the shards I noticed earlier. As I turn off my phone, a shutting sound escapes it. Fuck. I kneel down, holding it closely to my chest. I hear him shifting, before starting to walk. I hold my breath, not moving. 

“What do we have here?” he asks, and I do my best to stay silent. 

“Oh come out, come out”. I put a hand over my mouth, tears already forming in the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. I want to go home. I wish I never came here to begin with. Suddenly, I hear Josh’s voice. 

“Help me!”

My breath hitches, eyes widening. No, no. I saw him die, but… What if it was all a trick. Maybe part of the sick game this guy is playing. I have to check. I slowly lean upwards, looking into the workshop again, but the Psycho is gone. I stand up, trying to hear out for any form of sounds. My eyes widen as I hear him. Behind me. He’s fucking behind me. I swing the bat, hitting a machine out of his hands. I’m about to hit him again, but he grabs the bat in the air, wiggling it out of my hands and throwing it on the ground. 

“No, no, no, please” I plead, getting cornered by him. He grabs me, turning me around, back against his chest. 

“No, no, no!” I yell, hoping that the others hear me. He puts his hand over my mouth, the other holding both of my hands behind me. 

“You need to calm down.” I stop struggling as I hear it. Josh. Josh’s voice. HIS voice, coming from this man. I slowly turn around, and he lets me. I take a look at him, seeing his olive skin hands, rough, with a few scratches. He reaches up to his mask, slowly taking it off. 

“Josh” I whisper, the sound barely coming out. He’s holding his arms up, almost as if scared that I’m going to run. I’m stunned, taking long breaths to keep myself standing. Confusion coats me as I try to make sense of the situation. Am I dreaming? 

“You’re dead?” 

“I’m not”

“The Psycho, you, are you the maniac?” 

“You need to listen to me”

“N-no, no. Absolutely not. What the hell Josh?” I yell, pushing him off me. He’s still close, refusing to give me space. 

“Keep your voice down!”

“No, I’m not going to ‘keep my fucking voice down’ Josh!” 

He moves a hand over my mouth, looking deeply into my eyes. I look down at the machine, smoke coming out of it. There’s a mask attached. He follows my gaze, looking down at the equipment. 

“Look, I know what this looks like, but I can explain.” I nod, urging him to continue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks around before taking hold of me and leading me to another room. It’s not as dusty as the others, and it has a sofa and some more plain furniture. There’s a little fridge in the corner, as well as some shelves. He sits me down, before walking to get the machine and closing the door. 

“You were dead Josh, I saw you being split in two…” I start, already hurting from the memory. 

“This…” I point to the red marks on my sweater. “This is your blood Josh, I…”

“It’s not”

“I cried over you, I mourned you. We all did…”

“I know this seems a bit extreme” he says, hands moving up my arms for comfort. I shove him away. 

“You faked your own death? You put your best friend in such a terrible situation…”

“You weren’t supposed to be here” he states, his voice harsher. 

“Oh?” I stand up. “So that makes all of this okay then? You were only going to traumatise the others, making Chris think that he’s the reason you’re dead?”

“Listen-”

“You moved the piece on the ouija board. Do you know how disrespectful that is to your sisters’ memory Josh!”

“I’m doing this for them!” he interrupts me, also standing up, face against mine. I get where he comes from, I do, but this is too far.

“I get it, we’re all hurting, but they did not mean for any of that to happen. No one wanted these things to happen.” He looks down, defeated almost. I place my hands on him, touching his clothing, making sure that he’s actually under there. He’s alive, Josh’s alive. I keep reminding myself. 

“I thought I’d lost you too” I whisper, my voice almost not recognizable. His arms fold around me, and he places a kiss on my forehead. I lean up, meeting his lips, and kissing roughly. My lips are chapped and bloody, and my body is tired and exhausted. I lean into him, fully relaxing. Finally, I’m calm. 

“Please stop this thing Josh, I don’t think this is good for you”

“Fine”

“Really? I look up, meeting his gaze. He smiles, caressing my cheek with his hand. His smile seems forced, but I take it. As long as he doesn’t continue with this. 

“I will.” I hug him again, arms travelling under his shirt behind his overalls. This is his skin, his body. He’s alive. It seems too good to be true. He sits down, guiding me to sit on top of him. I place myself upon him, arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Tears start running down my face again, but none of us notice, too consumed with each other. He grabs hold of my thighs, switching us around, making me lay flat on the sofa. His body trapping mine underneath him. 

“I just-” I start, but he shuts me up with another kiss. My tears keep running, hopefully cleaning off the blood and ash on my face. His hands wander, caressing every inch of me. I feel myself warming up, but we cannot do this now. Everyone is scared, scared that they’re going to die, and I’m making out with the culprit. But… He’s okay. Josh is okay, he’s not dead. And I need to feel that he’s still here. One of his hands goes straight for my clit, rubbing soft circles through my pants. 

“Fuck” I whisper, already wet for him. The excitement of everything, but then suddenly melting makes me feel safer and protected. 

“So this is what I get if I scare you enough?” he asks, smirking against my lips. 

“Hell, you can have all of me Josh, just come clean and-”

His hand makes its way under my panties, leading me to stop mid-sentence. I give a loud moan, and his other hand makes its way to my mouth. 

“You’re gonna be good? There’ll be no sounds coming out of you, got it?”

I nod, pressing my lips together as he shoves a finger inside me. I struggle, grabbing his shoulders to let my frustration out another way. My core starts building up, heat and release aching to be freed. I come over his hands, letting out a loud whimper as I do, unable to silence myself. He looks up, shaking his head. 

“Guess we’ll have to go again” he whispers. 

“Josh, don’t get me wrong, I love this, but we really should go- fuck” I squeak as starts circling again. He uses his other hand to drag all my lower clothing to my knees, before making his way between my thighs, leaving kisses all over. My breath hitches, muffled sounds coming out as he takes a long lick over my folds. My legs shake as he keeps going, the hotness of his breath making me reach the second orgasm even faster. I try with all will and might to keep my mouth shut, but a little whine escapes past my hand-covered lips. Instead of acknowledging it, he keeps going, riding out my high on his fingers and tongue. My breathing has never been as quick as it is now, legs are giving out, and I start feeling dizzy from the overstimulation. I come a third time, embarrassingly fast, and I hear him chuckle against me. 

“Josh, I-I can’t” I try, my words failing me. I look over, and he’s locked in, fascinated. 

“If you can still talk, you can take some more” he comments, immediately going in again. I whine, feeling the hot pain travel upwards. It’s like my body’s not even mine anymore. I lose feeling in my legs and they get heavy as I put all their weight on his back, not being able to hold them up anymore. 

All the excitement, lack of sleep, sex, and this? Everything leads to my body shutting down, almost not being able to move. I’m so tired, exhausted. 

“Fuck” I whimper as I come a fourth time, soul leaving my body and mind blurry. 

“Can you stand?”

“What?”

“Lift your hands for me”

I look confused at him, mouth breathing heavily and exhaustion overcoming. His lips are covered in me, glistening in the little light. I try to lift my arm, and I manage, but it goes painfully slow. My mind is still fogged, lungs trying for oxygen at their best capacity. 

“Gosh, I love you like this. All helpless, not being able to do anything” he whispers, leaning over me. I don’t know how to respond, just using my lips to signal that I want a kiss. I want him. He’s alive, my beautiful Josh is alive, and I can’t shake the thought off. He leans down kissing me, while his arms fiddle with something behind me. 

“I’m sorry” he whispers against my lips, quickly pulling away. 

“Wha-”

He presses a mask on my face, forcing me to inhale the smoke. The world becomes dizzy, and my vision is blurred. 

“I’ve been planning this too long, I can’t stop now.”

[rriavian]

It's been so long since I posted a fic snippet, even though I've got so many ideas nearly completed. The last 6 months or so I've hit a wall with struggling on final edits. And titles.

So please enjoy this currently untitled 'The Corinthian asks Dream for a strip tease' fic that I nearly finished months ago and has instead been sitting in my drafts.

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The expression said it all.

Which, yeah, is pretty much always the case with Dream. Right now it’s heading somewhere past the usual definition of solemn and speeding right into outright stony, zipping through so fast unimpressed doesn’t really cover it. The Corinthian watches it settle over his face like a shroud. Oh yeah��Dream’s clouding over like a storm. It’s dignified in the way Dream always is, even with his pretty lips forced to one thin line, tense like he’s too proud to allow himself to sulk the way he so obviously wants to.

Dream looks at him like the Corinthian has just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, and then managed to find something even stupider to add to it.

Honestly even his disappointment is disappointed.

The Corinthian isn’t the slightest bit ashamed.

In fact he’s more than happy to prod, to see if he can really get some thunder rumbling. There’s a skill to crafting the specific insult he stitches into his voice. “You do know what a strip tease is right?”

Dream’s eyes don’t quite flash, but his tone implies that if the Corinthian plays his cards right there may well be lightning on the way.

“Corinthian.”

Ah.

Now there’s that lovely, tasty morsel of a warning.

“Oh, so you don’t you think you can do it?” The Corinthian mocks, all shit eating grin and cruel cooing condescension, shivering with the pleasure of testing Dream without so much as a ‘my lord’ for plausible deniability.

He rakes his gaze down Dream’s black clad form, over the black coat, the sleeves going right down to fall over the wrists, the high neckline of his t-shirt touching the delicate base of his throat, a reminder of what had started this. It’s modest. It’s practically virginal. Seriously even those tight black jeans are hidden beneath the coat, the perfect cling of them unappreciated. The Corinthian still leers of course, enjoys him right down to the ankles, then drags his eyes right back up, teeth skimming even from so far away, smirking the whole time. “So shy. So uncertain. You already put all those layers on, surely you can take them back off?”

Dream’s expression doesn’t so much as buckle.

Humiliation slides right off him. Pride though, well, that stays right where it is; a heavy drag at Dream’s unsmiling mouth, a torch in his glowing eyes, still just a precursor to lightning. Dream has a dignity so prim he makes it look bored.

And a criticism so sharp it cuts steel.

“This is inane.”

“Don’t worry baby, I can talk you through it if you want.” The Corinthian’s crooning tone is pointed, dirty, demeaning in all the ways that get a nightmare like him running hot. He knows his tastes alright, and this is one of them—treating Dream like he’s just a thing never fails to get him off. “You’ll be earning top dollar in no time.”

For a moment Dream just looks at him.

And the next he’s dragging a chair to the middle of the room.

One hand wrapped around the back; all manual labour, no powers bar the initial conjuration, the Corinthian treated to the sight of him getting physical with it just like a human. Dream positions it to his satisfaction, then steps back, gestures towards it with one flick of his head, imperial, still a king holding court even as he’s inviting the Corinthian to quite a different show. It’s unclear what changed his mind. Dream hardly forthcoming; remains so solemn and cold when the Corinthian chuckles, when he slinks towards the chair, stopping just short of sitting in it, arms crossed, smirking challengingly because fuck yeah Dream might actually be doing this but the Corinthian is far from impressed yet.

“C’mon Dream,” he croons, another assessing glance from head to toe. “Let’s see how well you can perform.”

There is no retort.

Just Dream hands rising to the collar of his coat.

The jaw is still set; firm, he holds disappointment a beat longer, a curtain call, a moment granted for the audience to find their way to silence. To ensure attention is in the right place.

All at once the expression melts seamlessly into something else; pouty, bedroom eyes, a come hither that damn near punches the Corinthian full in the chest. Tricks him into an inhale he doesn’t even need then lodges the breath right in his throat. The wild disarray of dark hair compliments devastatingly well. Dream looks the kind of hazy that only comes with a good, hard fuck, and the Corinthian feels hazy like he’d already been fucked, and shit it’s not even started yet. Dream is still slipping the coat from his shoulders, all long elegant fingers, all electrifying eye contact, times like these that he meets the empty pits of the Corinthian’s eyes like he can fill them at a distance.

And as always the Corinthian opens his eyes to take as much of it in as he can.

Because Dream’s full attention crams every spark of his light and cold darkness right between the Corinthian’s greedy teeth.

They haven’t even touched.

Dream isn’t even close enough to reach with an outstretched hand. The coat drops, a shadow left to pool on the floor; Dream prowling forwards—yeah, he actually fucking prowled—a stalk to his stride that has never actually been needed. It manifests here like a predator strutting down a runway, like a wild god, like a monster showing up to Paris Fashion Week fresh from the slaughter and taking to the stage still covered in blood. The Corinthian watches each deliberate step and knows this is how a demon decides to preen. Dream doesn’t stop when he reaches him, only slows, then circles, silent steps around him and the chair, right hand raised and near touching.

Not quite though. The Corinthian feels it still in how the air quivers just above his shoulder, feels it fluttering across his back, twitching like he stands beneath the beating of wings.

Or the blade of a guillotine.

[galactic-magick]

Savage Opress is so me coded bc I too am the oldest sibling yet I often get treated like I’m younger and less capable than my younger siblings

[sas-afras]

i kinda don’t get people who characterize maccready as like… secretly generous, or having a heart of gold or anything. like don’t get me wrong i don’t think he’s downright malicious or anything, but the dude is absolutely a selfish jerk once you get past the charming facade. that’s the part that’s compelling!

like, he’s nice enough and open enough with the player once you get high enough affinity with him, but his reactions to player actions still point to him being a jerk overall. the sosu just happens to be in His Circle of people he can be vulnerable with. that includes you, his son, and maybe daisy. everyone else can kick rocks, the same way it was in little lamplight

he HAD to grow up with that kind of ��us vs the world, every man for himself” mentality in the capitol wasteland. doing so otherwise gets you killed or taken advantage of, which is just protracted death anyways. having grown up in a place where slavers run rampant, people are all pushing each other further down just to boost themselves up and live one more day, and it’s literally impossible to make renewable food sources because the ground is so poisoned i genuinely don’t blame him for ending up a little tight fisted. the fact that he was the mayor of little lamplight just meant that he ended up being able to accept a few people as His To Protect instead of being a total lone wolf.

the way he reacts to the players open generosity isn’t just for show, he Actually Dislikes when you give stuff away without expecting anything in return. you might need that thing and now its just gone!! that person might see you as a sucker! you give an inch and they’ll take a mile! and it makes sense for his character to be like that considering everything. i don’t get why people want to change that into him just being kind of tsundere.

i understand that having your babygirl blorbo comfort character be a canonical asshole in ways that aren’t just kinda charming can be offputting, but like…. the way he treats the sosu is a very notable exception to the rest of his life & it’s a much more interesting dynamic imo. especially if you’re playing a goody two shoes martyr. but that’s just me

[tovaicas]

not me thinking abt how estinien is consistently one of the most emotionally intelligent characters (at least when it comes to other people) we have yet this is constantly forgotten or minimized

[methoughtsphantom]

Does this count as kidnapping???

A clockwork apprentice Danny that has to fake Jason’s death because he accidentally meddled in the event leading up to it and now he has to act fast because he literally can hear Batman’s running steps catching up to him so in spectacular fashion Danny panics, goes “shit shit shit” and puts Jason in the ghost version of a coma but like expert level pumps him up with so much ectoplasm the kid legit dies for a hot minute there.

…It makes Batman think his kid really is dead like he is supposed to so not all is bad, the timeline is back on track.

It’s just that now Danny can’t leave Jason to be be buried in the ground like he was meant to be originally, instead he waits until no one is looking to snatch the kid up and take him with him to the infinite realms.

Jason is legit convinced he was kidnapped.

Jason: who are you and why did you kidnap me???

Danny: what— kid I didn’t kidnapped you, I saved you

Jason: likely story

Danny: really kid I’m not kidding this is not a kidnapping

Jason: well then can I go home

Danny:

Danny: no

Jason: fucking figures

…

Danny: in my defense when I found you you were already kidnapped

Jason: so? kidnapping me from my kidnappers doesn’t make u better

Danny:

Danny: well it makes me the better kidnapper

[robotsafari]

redrawing my favorite gba chain of memories scenes with my own interpretations part 1(?):

“You’re thinking about me… You’re afraid of the darkness I command.”

[sctumsempra]

rip severus snape you would’ve loved being a barista at an indie coffee shop