#bar that tho i can dig it ....

[xxplastic-cubexx]

There's like one good issue where a boy develops mutant powers overnight, but it's just the worst power, where he basically destroys all organic matter in his orbit. Like he wakes up and finds his parents' clothes crumpled on the floor and then he goes to school and his girlfriend and friends and teachers all start dissolving around him, and the more he freaks out the worse it gets. The rest of the comic is him hiding in a cave and Wolverine finding him. Wolverine, who can't die, who was purposely sent by Xavier to do what no one else could. Because the kid's power couldn't be controlled and was a terrible power. It was a really sobering issue, very sad and, I thought, very well done. It was like a gem among Ultimates. But then Ultimates also gives us fucking colonel sanders Magneto and I know he wouldn't be caught dead in that fit.

He does have one of his best outfits early on, too, which lives rent free in my head and has been part of my rotating phone backgrounds for weeks now.

He has two modes: The Theatre Drip is Immaculate, and I've Been Brainwashed Into Teaching 4th Graders

I REMEMBER THAT ISSUE- or i at least remember hearing that story summary from my brother i think that was like. Oneeee of the Ultimate stories i wanted to read cause i thought it sounded interestin....

also actually crying at this panel cause This Was Another One Of Those 'the ultimate universe has Some nice things' examples i had but you're so right the colonel sanders look has me gutted i CAANT with this scene because of that outfit alone (in general whenever erik has facial hair beyond stubble i shrivel up and die tbh)

this outfit tho ..... i think im with it ..... at the very least the sleeves are very much exuding I Really Fuck With Bishop Sleeves and I Too, Really Fuck With Bishop Sleeves because of the drama of it all ....

[reallifepotato]

Going out tomorrow and I really wanted to wear this shirt but it doesn't look good with anything I own should i

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 7

Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"

Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.

Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.

"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.

Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.

---

Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!

He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.

Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.

But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.

Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.

(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.

(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen

But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"

---

Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!

The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"

Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.

Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."

---

Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.

Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"

Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.

Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."

Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.

Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.

It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.

It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.

It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.

His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?

His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.

Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.

---

Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.

He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)

Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.

Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!

It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"

The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."

---

Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..

don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.

Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."

Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."

Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."

Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"

---

Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.

Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.

"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."

There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."

---

Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...

His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.

Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"

Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.

(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)

[bunnypeew]

Wicked little thing - Alastor x Gn!reader NSFW

warnings: NSFW, MDNI pls thank you,, possessive Alastor, pet names, established relationship, doesn't really have a plot just smut dom!Alastor, sub!reader

okay so this is gonna be NSFW I am aware that Alastor is ace but Id like to say that it is a spectrum and a lot of people who are ace themselves also write NSFW of Al, but in case anything happens I'll be happy to take it down also the outfit is primarily like shorts/miniskirt and a shirt with a boob window

Today was a peaceful day, well at least as peaceful as it could get in hell anyway, Y/n was getting ready in their room in the hotel, they weren't sure of what to wear so they opted for a pretty open outfit since it was hot that day, not thinking one bit about what other people might think, the important thing is that they were comfortable. So they went down to the lobby to get some errands from Charlie for the day, she was hanging out at the bar with Husk and Vaggie talking about god knows what but as soon as she saw Y/n coming in her direction she perked up ready to say hi to them

''Oh hi Y/n!! Good morning!! You came down to get some errands I presume?,,

she said excitedly taking them by the hand to greet them even more, they couldn't help but smile at her excitement

''yeah ahah, hope I'm not interrupting anything tho,,

she shook her head smiling looking back at them with kind of a serious face even tho it was still filled with excitement

''Okay so I need you to do some errands outside in cannibal town, you know how the people helped us and everything id like for you to give this to Rosie! sadly I'm too busy to do it myself I hope Its not a bother,,

''not at all, don't even worry about Charlie I will go there right away,,

they say taking said thing from Charlie's hands and heading out of the Hotel. As they arrived at cannibal town it took them a while to remember where Rosie's emporium was but as soon as they found they sighed in relief. It's not like they didn't like cannibal town, hell Alastor was a cannibal so it wasn't that, it's just that being outside with a bunch of people around made them uneasy.

As they enter the emporium they hear Rosie talking to someone so they walk towards the voices to find Alastor is the one she was talking to, they weren't surprised at all, Rosie was one of Alastor's dear friend so it was usual for them to be talking. They put all their attention towards Rosie not even noticing how Alastor was gripping his staff a little too tight

''Hey Rosie! I came here to give you something Charlie wanted you to have! here!,,

they say giving them the thing from their hands, Rosie was really happy and thanked them profusely also asking them if they wanted a pinky finger or something, but they declined kindly. It was at this point that Alastor got up from his seat, planting a hand on Y/n waist a little roughly

''My dear Rosie, it was a pleasure speaking to you but it seems that me and this little thing have to be going! till next time!,,

and like that shadows engulfed them making them appear in the shared bedroom they had at the hotel. Alastor then with one hand rotates them around roughly, putting one hand under their chin and pulling their head up to look at him while the other one digs in their waist. Y/n was confused at this little aggression that Alastor was displaying, it was not like it at all

''Don't I always tell you to be careful my dear, mh?~ what is going on with this distasteful outfit you are wearing, how many people looked at you,,

Y/n looked him in the eyes understanding what was going on: He was jealous and nonetheless possessive they didn't say anything, wanting Alastor to get even more worked up over how they looked today. Seeing this Alastor pushes them onto the bed and places himself between their legs, one hand digging into their hip while the other one is around their pretty little neck

''not replying now are we, pet?~ Let's see how much you can hold in your words, shall we?..

with that, he roughly took off their pants and slipped out his cock then pushed it all in one thrust, this made Y/n whimper with their mouth closed not wanting to give up on being a brat just yet. Alastor was going rough, hard and fast savouring every thrust, still holding on to their neck, the other hand claws digging deeper in their hip with each thrust

''you belong to me, do you understand that pet?~,,

he says waiting for an answer from them, when he doesn't get one he slaps their ass making them moan out loud, he then gets his face closer to theirs to whisper in their ear

''I want an answer my love~,,

they moan putting both their hands around the hand that Alastor had around their necks, they decide they've been a brat enough, after all they didn't want the radio demon to get even more aggressive

''Yes Alastor,,

he then smirks and kisses them on the neck going back to his pace now a little slower and softer

''Good pet,,

he says now kissing them on the neck and savouring every moan that comes out of their mouth. He then starts going even faster when he starts reaching his climax, his hands both on their hips digging into their skin, and finishing in them with one last hard thrust. He then flops himself on their chest breathing heavily

''Sorry I made you mad Al~,,

they say now in a soft voice, putting their hands in Alastor's hair to stroke at his deer ears, this makes him hum softly

a/n: I LOVE ALASTOR WITH MY ENTIRE BEING!! and him being possessive wowie sign me in!!! hope you guys liked this and remember my requests are now open in case anyone wants to suggest a prompt!!

[banesberry-anomoly]

Thinking about the email at the end of incident 239-b again. So many people completly ignore it it even tho it completely flips the context on its head

Sighs dramatically

I need people to stop miscontextualizing incident 239 b when this is RIGHT THERE

Say what you want about how you interpret the events within 239 b happening and which parts you intepret in your canon, but this email is like the crux point, guys please

Can yall even imagine what itd be like for a reality bender as powerful as Clef (in some canons at least) to be influenced by another type green? And then when you look at Clef in his n Kondrakis fight near the end, Clef SPECIFICALLY SAYS 'I dont want to hurt/kill anyone-' like that is in there

Guys please. Rattling the bars of my enclosure. Stop watering Clef down there is layers upon layer of depth here that has been being built upon since early scp. Guys please. BEGGING you to dig into some of Clefs lore more there is so much good stuff

[hallowmoon-art]

Things I think the TouchStaved LIs like to do at the beach ⛱

Ais (assuming he isn't banned)

During the day, dig a big ass hole or build the most amazing sand castle anyone has ever seen.

At night, drink and relax on the beach but ends up crack skulls of all the drunk ppl that think they can take him in a fight. (Probs why he was banned) Would go to clubs with Vere of he isn't banned from those as well.

Kuras

Day time, take long walks to find pretty sea shells and observe those little waves pools with the starfish and other little creatures. I can also see him wanting to visit historical land marks and lighthouses.

At night, sit on the beach or condo balcony and star gaze while listening to the waves.

Leander

During the day? All the activities. Boogie boarding, paragliding, jet skies, vollyball, the whole nine yards. But he begs everyone to do everything with him even tho they don't wanna.

He would let Ais and Mhin bury him in the sand as long as they gave him a mermaid tail and titties. (Spoiler, they leave him buried with a bucket over his head)

At night, bar crawl, arcades, mini golf, go kart courses. And he stays until forced to leave. Anyone with him is absolutely exhausted.

Vere

During the day, lay out on the beach and tan all day. Lucky bastard never burns.

At night, hit all the clubs and bars with live music.

Mhin

Hates the beach bc like me they burn like toast. No amount of sunscreen will help. Stays huddled under the umbrella with a book least they have to go to the ER with sun poisoning and 32nd degree burns.

At night, they will be sitting with Kuras looking at the stars.

BONUS MCs

Yzme

Daytime, diving for sea shells and helping Ais build his exact sand sculpture replica of Eridia. Would also play vollyball with Leander so she could continuously spike the ball at his head.

At night, hunting for those little glow in the dark crabs (and scream loudly when one scuttles over her foot) Also bars and clubs.

Aelia

During the day, walk with Kuras some but mostly huddle under the umbrella with Mhin. Baby burns easily as well.

At night, visit one arcade for like 2 hours and get ice cream on the way back to the condo then stargaze with Kuras and Mhin.

Kirian

Daytime, just swim in the ocean. Maybe go paragliding with Leander.

At night, wants to visit all of the souvenir shops before they close and buy all the clothes that say what beach they are at.

[reason-with-the-underdog]

alhaitham seems simple but has a lot going on deeper (aka alhaitham loves media literacy)

ok all the alhaitham discourse makes me think about how there's a mismatch between alhaitham's perception and his actual self

that difference leads to:

- his moe gap

- the way that he's seen as mean/uncaring

- ppl thinking he doesnt have a personality or temper

- his humor & wit going unnoticed

i feel like i go back and forth on how complicated alhaitham is, but it all comes down to the way that he's an unreliable narrator

(he obfuscates the truth by not including details or by distracting with non-answers, so there's just a lot we don't know for certain)

like when his "something to share" voiceline is "oh i like to go to the bar after work to relax"

and he teases traveller like "if u want to know what i think, u can just read what's on the message boards lol"

when we all know he's just playing devil's advocate with kaveh on those message boards like BRUH this is on purpose

i keep harping on how his "food i dislike" voiceline gives a weird reason for why he dislikes soup because it really shows how you cannot take him seriously at all! despite his serious demeanor and tone!

taking him at 100% face value is just asking to be made a fool of bc he was being sarcastic rip lol

but that makes him a much harder character to understand! bc you have to question everything he says about himself.

like the "feeble scholar" line was literally just a joke and he's like "lol if ya wanna waste ur time getting hung up on it go ahead"

he isn't actually serious!!

and interestingly, he also doesn't care if he's understood by other people

so he won't really bother correcting incorrect assumptions about him

and he won't stop making weird sarcastic jokes that sound serious at first bc lol he thinks he's funny so why would he stop

but its not that he /can't/ be serious. so now you have to judge every line for "ok but is this a joke or real"

and even if it is genuine, next you have to consider "what's left out" because alhaitham will not be bothered to explain himself in detail. no, figure it out yourself

and sure that level of critical thinking and meta-analysis is good to apply to characters in media, but to understand alhaitham you actually have to go that deep

you can't just be lazy about it and go with a surface-level understanding

and he does this on purpose lbr

alhaitham likes reading books bc he loves picking apart the author's perspective & figuring out biases/assumptions & placing his own takes up against the author's

so of course he would delight in forcing a reader/player/fan to have to dig deeply into how he thinks & compare to themself

sorry that's called critical thinking and if you aren't capable of that then why the heck should he stoop down to your level so he can be understood?

idk so its very fitting that he is the way he is

he is interested in learning more about himself tho, hence him wanting to use kaveh as a "mirror" for self-reflection... haitham is a scholar of his own self too!

(u can argue that thru this lens he's able to intellectualise/"explain" his emotions and distance himself from them)

but yeah alhaitham purposefully chooses to live freely as he wants and doesn't care about being understood easily by other ppl

bc like all the best books, isn't it more rewarding to have to ponder over the details & wrack your brain over what's being said

bookworm to the core fr

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

kai parker x reader

summary: he needed to get to his sister. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

tags: assault, stabbing, non-graphic violence, canon-typical violence, ambulance ride, not nice kai

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i've had this idea for a bit, but work with me on it, and let's pretend the girl in 6x10 that kai stabs in the first few seconds is nondescript!

a/n (2): aaa found this in the drafts, and since i've been MIA, have decided to post it now (even tho i'm not super proud of it, i just couldn't get it out of my head)

You tap your foot anxiously at the light, waiting for it to turn red, and for the walking signal to appear. Only one car had gone through the green, but the light hesitates before changing. Mystic Falls is pretty much deserted at this time of night. Everyone is either at home, sleeping, or out at the bars. You’re on your way to Scull Bar, and tonight, you have a date. 

The light finally blinks to yellow, and it’ll be just a moment more before you can cross. Honestly, you could probably cross now, considering how empty the streets are. The only threat would be an unmarked police car, waiting for someone to break the rules. 

You sigh, but then it turns again. Your sigh changes to one of relief, and you smile before stepping out onto the road. 

The only sounds around you are those of crickets chirping and a distant dog barking. It feels peaceful. Not lonely, but just quiet. A wave of nostalgia seems to carry in the air. 

That’s why you miss the signs. That gut instinct that tells you someone’s wrong. 

You don’t realize the crickets have silenced until his hands are already around your neck. 

Realization hits you quickly. Fear shoots down your spine and makes you gasp, but your airway is partially constricted. 

“Stop!” You try anyway. 

Your attacker ignores your plea. “Sh, sh, sh!” He’s right up in your ear, lips grazing your skin. “Don’t scream.” 

He lowers one arm to your waist, but loosens the grip on your neck. Despite the darkness, you can clearly see the reflective glare of a sharp knife. Your throat goes dry. “What are you going to do with that?”

“This? Oh, I just need to find my sister. I believe you can help me with that.”

“I have a phone. What’s her number? I can call her.”

“Yeah… that’s not exactly what I meant. See, my sister and I have a rather… complicated relationship. She doesn’t really want to see me, but I need to see her, because of something important regarding our family. But since she’s so evasive, I think catching her off guard at work is my best bet to getting to her.”

His wording scares you, but you’re desperate. “Where does she work? I can pull up directions. I can-”

“See, you’re still not understanding me. I don’t need you to call anyone. I simply need you to play your part, so I can do mine.”

“What do you need me to- arrrghhh!” You shout, cut off by a sharp pain directly to the stomach. You gasp out, feeling your legs buckle and your vision get spotty. With a small glance down, you see your attacker’s knife lodged in your midsection. Blood coats the blade, and now upon seeing it, you can feel it dripping from your new injury. 

“Sh!” He hushes you again, clamping a hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.”

As soon as he pulls the knife out, you try to defend yourself. A short glance at him reveals him to be rather scrawny, however a dark look in his eyes tells you his stature should not be underestimated; he is much more dangerous than he seems. Still, you fight. You dig your elbow into his chest, making him grunt. You step back onto his feet and both of you trip backwards. After a moment of scrambling, you release yourself from his grasp. The wound catches you off balance, though, and you stumble, giving him just enough time to grab you again. 

“No!”

“Shut up!”

He stabs you again, then removes the blade just to make a third wound right below it. You choke and collapse into his arms, unable to hold yourself up. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your vision is fading fast. 

Despite your body weakening quickly, you still manage to pick up the sound of sirens in the distance. To your disbelief, your attacker keeps you in his arms until they arrive, tucking his knife somewhere out of sight. 

“Ma’am, can you tell us what happened? Were you in a car accident? Was this a robbery?” EMT rushes to your side, asking a slew of questions. Upon noticing your fading consciousness, they turn their questions to the man holding you. “Sir, did you witness the incident? Do you know them? Do you know what happened here?”

Your attacker lies with ease. Not surprising, though you don’t have the energy to counter him. “I just found her here, I don’t know. She has multiple injuries, but it’s dark. I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s get her on a stretcher. Is there a wallet on her? Any form of ID?”

Another EMT searches your pockets and pulls out your wallet. As they put you on the stretcher, you try to signal that you’re still in danger, but he doesn’t get the message.

“Can I come along? I want to make sure she gets there safely.”

Your eyes widen at your attacker’s request, then feel faint at his allowance to accompany you.

“She’s crashing!” Another reports, picking up on your unsteadiness. An oxygen mask is placed over your nose and mouth, while a small dose of painkiller is administered through an IV. 

“Stay with me, okay? We’re gonna get you to the hospital.”

Your attacker sits in the corner and watches the scene. It’s as if he blends into the shadows, and the respondents don’t even remember he’s there. You do, though. His black eyes seem to stare into your soul. You can still feel the knife buried beneath your skin. 

--------------------------------

Your attacker gets lost in the sea of paramedics as you’re wheeled into the hospital. Losing sight of him makes you panic; he could be anywhere, and you’d have no idea. Everyone’s in danger now - you, his sister, and possibly any of these employees. Anyone who gets in the way of what he wants. The thought alone is horrifying.

Within minutes, you’re brought into a room where the doctor finally sees you. She’s calm and collected, yet obviously worried about your condition. Three wounds to the stomach can be fatal, and they have no idea what they’re dealing with; no clue what happened, and with the oxygen mask still on your face, you’re completely unable to tell them. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, shining a light in your eyes. An apology shows in her eyes, but she’s just doing her job. 

Terrified, you’re about to rip off the mask and tell her the truth. You reach a hand up to take it off, but then a guttural scream leaves your lips at the sudden sight of your attacker. He’s directly behind her, covered in your blood. 

Instead of taking off your mask, you point behind her. He’s much faster, though, and stalks up quickly. With a quick glance to you, he slings an arm around her neck and produces a needle from behind his back. 

“I stabbed her,” he says calmly, injecting a sedative into her neck. 

You scream as your doctor goes limp in his arms. He smirks at you, then whisks her out of the room before you can react. Frantically, you rip off the mask and scream as loudly as you can, desperate for the attention of the nurses. It isn’t until at least a minute later that they respond, eyes wide at the sight of you. One immediately starts to put your oxygen back on, but is then interrupted by another. 

“Laughlin was here, where’d she go?”

“What?”

“She was just here, checking her pupils.”

They both look at you. You’re fading in and out of consciousness. 

“Taken,” you whisper. A heartbeat later, everything goes silent. 

[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 1

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 1.4k

warnings : shit talking, lowercase intended, lmk if i should add anything else

yua's notes : this is my first fic so i apologise if it's not v good hope you still enjoy tho! :D

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"catch me if you can!" you taunted the black hair boy who was slowly gaining behind you. "i'm gonna get you!" he yelled back before tackling you in a tight hug. you both giggled as you felt the warmth of the sun on your faces. he let go of you and sat down on the dewy grass, his breathing growing louder by the second. "since when- could you- run so- fast…" he said huffing after each word before letting his body fall back onto the green field. you sat down next to him, smiling from his red face. "you're too slow riki, even with your 'special' sneakers" you said while pointing at his lightning mcqueen sneakers. he rolled his eyes before sitting up again.

you gave him a bright grin as you signalled him to come closer. the black-haired boy edged closer to you, curiously staring at you digging through your pockets, sticking out your tongue while trying to find something. you smiled when your fingers met the braided bracelet, pulling out from your pocket. it was a cream colour, with a blue charm that read "riki". he looked at you as you gently pulled his arm closer to you, putting on the bracelet on his wrist. you put down his arm, looking at him with sparkly eyes. "well? do you like it? i made matching ones with the bracelet kit you gave me for my birthday!" you showed him an identical bracelet, instead of a blue charm was a pink charm which had your name. riki smiled, his eyes barely visible from how happy he was. "thank you y/n i love them!" he said before tackling you in a hug into the grass.

you and riki were inseparable. if you were at school, he would be sitting next to you, using your crayons to draw a portrait of you and him. if you were at the playground, he was copying all your tricks on the monkey bars. if you were at home, he would be in your room, groaning about how your room was too girly. it was like he was permanently stuck on you but you didn't mind. he was your best friend, and as your best friend, he should stay with you until the end. at least that's what you thought.

as you and riki entered middle school, things started to change. for starters, you weren't the best at making friends. seeing that most of your elementary friends were gone, you were often forced to sit by yourself in classes if riki wasn't there. luckily for him, he easily made friends with lots of people and found a group where he hung out with. you often went with him but his group were different. they relentlessly picked on you, saying that you were a freak and that riki had poor choices in friends. he stood up for you most of the time, saying that you were his best friend and they shouldn't be saying those things about you. but one day something changed.

you were waiting for riki beside his locker because you usually walked to class with him. despite for waiting for him for almost half an hour, he never came to his locker. defeated, you walked to class by yourself. you were about to arrive to your classroom when you saw riki with his other friends. rolling your eyes, you were about to approach him when you overheard their conversation. "riki that y/n girl you like," one of the guys said, a tone of disgust in his voice. "she's so weird… like how are you even friends with her," he looked at riki, almost snickering at his own words. "look here, I don't like y/n ok? she's not even my friend she just follows me everywhere, like a lost puppy," riki hissed at the other guy. "i just don't wanna be mean to her and tell her to piss off," he shoved his hands into his pockets before entering the classroom with his friends.

your grip on your books tightened as you felt a wash of emotions crash onto you. before you knew it, your legs directed you to the bathroom, locking yourself inside one of the stalls. your body slumped against the door, still in shock of what your best friend had said about you. his words repeated in your head, like a broken record player. you felt your face was wet with tears, your nose runny with snot. you felt your chest closing up as you buried your face in your knees. did you really just hear that? you slammed your fist against the door, a couple of people mumbling to each other about your bizarre behaviour but you didn't care.

"y/nie~" you heard riki's voice behind you. out of habit, you turned around, your face meeting with a smiling riki. great. he's pretending like he didn't do anything you thought to yourself. "what do you want?" you said coldly, not returning his smile as your gaze pierced his eyes. he tilted his head to the side, observing your face. "is there something wrong? oh my god, did you cry? your eyes are puffy and your eyes are red…" riki trailed off as his hand inched closer to your face before you quickly slapped it away. "you think there's something wrong? stop acting like you're clueless nishimura," you spat before walking away from him, bumping into his shoulder on the way.

since then, you ignored him. as soon as you saw him in the crowd of people in the hallway, you turned the other direction. riki kept trying to approach you, but you always seemed to disappear before he could reach you. he even visited your house, but you told your mother to tell him that you didn't feel well. eventually, he managed to catch you walking back home. "Y/N!" you recognised the voice and started running. the calls grew louder, as well as the footsteps trailing behind you. a hand grabbed your arm before forcing your body to face him. his soft brown eyes bore into yours, an unfamiliar emptiness obvious in his eyes. you tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm.

"please y/n, tell me what's wrong. you've been like this all week and you're avoiding me." his hand loosened on your arm, desperation in his voice. his eyebags are more noticeable and he looks pale. for a second, you forgot why you were mad at him and felt sorry for him. "isn't it obvious? you're talking shit about me to your amazing new friends," you said coldly while taking his hand off your arm. "don't you understand how it feels when your own best friend backstabs you? do you think i'd avoid you like this for no reason? maybe you do think that. that's what you're telling your friends." before riki could talk, you ran away, ignoring his pleas for you to listen to him.

after a while, you finally convinced your parents to let you move schools. riki would finally be the least of your worries. although it was a rough start, you made friends at some point and your pain from him was healing steadily. you love your new friends but you can't help but feel they can only patch the missing piece of you. the riki part.

"y/n! y/n!" eunchae skipped happily towards you with grin on her face. you looked up from your book, pulling out one of your earplugs. "hey eun! how are y-" before you could finish your sentence, she put a finger on your mouth. "uh uh! I have some big news," she sat down in front of you, leaning on the backside of the chair. "there's a new transfer here! apparently he went to your old school and i've heard he's super hot," eunchae giggles, hitting you playfully. you smiled, wonder filling your mind. "huh? is that so? well i'll go see if he's really 'super hot' for myself," you chuckled before returning her a playful hit on her shoulder.

after your first class, you walked with eunchae, listening her ramble about school gossip. "and you believe what jihyun did to her after it was-" you looked at her, slightly confused at her sudden pause. her eyes widened at something in the crowd. you tried to see at what she was. maybe it was more of a who was she looking at. there stood a tall boy, his hair bleached with dark ends, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. your eyes were glued to a familiar bracelet, disbelief washing over your body. his eyes were locked onto you, shock obvious throughout his body. you opened your mouth, your words barely audible.

"r-riki?"

[mncxbe]

Hello

Something similar to the post where Chuuya dragged Akutagawa out to a night club/bar, however Reader insists they go with them (keep an eye on Chuuyas drunk ass) and basically Chuuya walks off, leaving reader alone with Akutagawa and Chuuya ends up talking a lot with a girl that by pure coincidence looks almost exactly like reader. So she's just sat there jealous, like even the bartender starts being like "uh.. You okay, this is the 15th shot of vodka in the row—" or she just completely ignored the guy behind that just tried to grab her wirst (she ends up riding Chuuya for hours on end back at home overstimming both of them—) (maybe that reader and Akutagawa have a sibling like relationship)

Omg yes I absolutely love this idea anon and I had so much fun writing this. I also got a bit silly with it hehe. Hope you enjoy♡

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𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡

"What ya doing darling? Really think I'm gonna let you cum this easily after what you did tonight?" you slurred your words as you bounced up and down your boyfriend's cock, manicured nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Beneath you, Chuya let out a low groan. "Please baby just need to cum I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Your slender fingers travelled to the nape of his neck, entangling in his scarlet locks. "Well too fucking bad" you said as you swiftly tugged at his hair, ripping a moan from his parted lips.

What was supposed to be a fun night at the club with your boyfriend and best friend ended up being a complete shitshow. Within half an hour from entering the club Chuya got drunk and vanished in the crowd. A few minutes later you spotted him lounging on one of the red velvet round sofas, chatting with a woman.

"Do you fucking see that?" you asked Akutagawa, who was mindlessly gazing around the room. He's always hated clubs; with their roaring music that blasted through the speakers, sending vibrations through his entire body and the sweaty swarm of people that never ceased dancing.

"Huh, see what?"

You pointed in Chuya's direction and he followed your finger, his silvery eyes landing on your boyfriend.

"Oh damn. That's awkward" he said, squinting his eyes. "She kinda looks like you tho."

You took a moment to examine the woman; indeed, she had fairly the same built as you and the shade of her silky hair was alike yours.

"I can't believe this" you huff as you grabbed Akutagawa's arm and dragged him towards the bar. "Come on drink with me"

"Aren't you gonna talk to him about..?"

"Fuck no. If he wants to cheat I won't bother to stop him" you chimed in.

Taking a seat on one of the high chairs at the glowing bar, you ordered ten shots of tequila. The bartender raised a brow in surprise upon hearing your order but hurriedly poured the light-gold liquor in small glasses, topping them with a perfectly cut slice of lime.

He placed the ten shots between you and Akutagawa with a little smile.

"Oh thank you sir. Put them on Chuya Nakahara's tab, will you?" you cooed, flashing him a sweet smile before dividing the drinks between you and Akutagawa. "Here you go. Five and five. Cheers!"

With a grace that only comes from practice you downed the first shot, taking a bite of lemon right after. Your body shook a little.

"Wow that was strong" you laughed, urging Akutagawa to drink his shot too.

Three minutes after all the glasses were empty; your glassy gaze slid to the place where your boyfriend was, still talking to that woman. His brows were slighly furrowed, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to whisper something to his companion. The girl chuckled lightly and pat his shoulder with an exaggerated saccharine gesture.

"Tch... Bartender! Another round please and a negroni."

Akutagawa's eyes narrowed in your direction.

"Hey I think that's enough for tonight"

"Nonsense. Just five more each and then we can stop. We're having fun!"

~

Ten tequila shots and a cocktail later your head started spinning. The flashing lights that danced around the room only made your headache worse, a feeling of nausea taking over you. Akutagawa left a few minutes ago so you were all by yourself.

Chuya was still talking to the woman and they were closer now, his hand loosely sliding up and down her tight. A wave of jealousy washed over you when the woman leaned in, placing a kiss at the corner of Chuya's mouth.

"Oh fuck this. This is enough"

You got off the chair and marched through the crowd, shoving away a man who attempted to take you to dance.

"What the hell are you doing, Chuya?" you asked in a low voice, arms crossed over your chest.

The man shook upon hearing your voice. "Huh? What?" he slurred as his gaze moved from you to the other woman.

"Wait... you're not my girlfriend" he eventually concluded, pointing at the girl next to him. A loud slap landed across his face.

"You didn't tell me you had someone asshole" she screamed in a high pitched tone before getting off the sofa and disappearing in the crowd.

Chuya held a hand to his reddened cheek, his skin hot under his touch. "Sorry baby I'm really drunk right now." he said as he got off the couch, struggling to stand straight.

"Nah you don't say" you spat, gripping his wrist as you pulled him towards the exit.

~

Half an hour later you were back home, hips grinding against his as you pushed your boyfriend closer to his high. His head was thrown back, lips slightly parted as little whimpers and lewd sounds fell off them; tufts of his red hair clinged to his damp forehead.

"Please baby I'm sorry" he moaned lowly, eyes shut tight.

"You don't fucking say." you utter between ragged breaths, riding him at a relentless pace; You felt his dick pulsate again and suddenly ceased your motion, hovering your hips just above his length. Your boyfriend let out a huff at the loss of touch; his hands gripped your hips in attempt to pull you onto him again.

"I'm so close love it's been too long. I can't anymore."

"I also waited while you talked with that woman tonight so stop bitching around."

His deep blue eyes met yours again. They were glossy and blurry, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"I'm so sorry my love. You know I'd never cheat on you. You're my one and only and I'm so so sorry I was so drunk I didn't realize..."

You instantly lowered your hips onto his, causing him to groan.

"Please angel please." he moaned, his desperate sounds causing a knot to form inside you.

"Promise me you'll never do this again" you said between sobs of pleasure.

His expression suddenly softened and he cupped your face with his calloused hands, gently brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

"My love I'll never do this again. Never gonna make you feel like this. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you." His words were so sweet they caused you to squeeze tightly around his length.

"Mm come on baby just cum on me. Make yourself feel good." he stuttered, gripping your hips as his nimble lips trailed feathery kisses along your neck.

Slowly but surely the two of you reached your high, panting. Your head came to rest on his heaving chest; his arms snaking around your body.

"I love you Y/N. Please forgive me." he whispered softly, your name falling off his lips like a prayer.

"Of course I forgive you Chu. I love you too much to stay mad at you."

He chuckled lightly, the tips of his digits gently tracing loose cricles along the expanse of your back; goosebumps rising on your wet skin. The alcohol lulled the two of you in a deep slumber and you fell asleep entangled with one another, your heartbeats syncing as you breathed in the same slow rhythm.

[astarionfreak]

Beg like you need it

// Astarion x Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav)

Astarion, Tessa, and Gale were tossed in jail. They're definitely innocent. Astarion and Tessa share a cell -- Gale is locked up on the other side of a brick wall.

The three of them have nothing to do but wait for Minsc to come find them.

And that could take awhile . . .

Astarion has some ideas on how to pass the time. He doesn't mind if Gale listens. But, if the wizard wants to use their little tadpole friends to watch, well, he'll have to beg.

18+ • NSFW • 5.5K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Smut, Cuckolding, Inappropriate use of tadpole, Voyeurism, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Light bondage, Blindfolds, A little bit gay (not gay enough tho imo)

Gale glanced around the room as if expecting another guard to arrive at any moment. “I don’t believe resorting to violence was necessary in this particular instance.”

Astarion stared longingly at the blood on his dagger, almost as if considering licking it. He wiped it off on the guard’s sleeve instead. “Don’t be so wet behind the ears.”

“What’s done is done. I’ll check for anything worth taking.” Tessa bent down near the body and began rummaging through his pockets. “Only three gold.”

“You don’t suppose his family will want that? It’s not like we’re exactly in need after our misappropriation of Counting House funds. . .”

“Our what?” Tessa continued digging through the guard’s pockets.

“Misappropriate. Dishonestly or unfairly take something, especially money, belonging to another for one's own use,” Gale said.

Tessa sat back on her knees and looked up at Gale. “I love it when you use big words, babe.”

Astarion leaned against the wall, his eyes on Tessa, and huffed out a soft laugh. “She’s being sarcastic, Gale. In case you missed that.”

“It’s not sarcasm. I like learning. Sometimes. But, anyway. Gale, if it will make you feel better about this . . .” She gestured vaguely at the dead guard. “I’ll put some of our gold in his pockets. How much does a funeral cost these days?”

Tessa was actually in the middle of stuffing a handful of gold from her bag into the guard’s pocket when four more guards walked into the room.

“Shit.” Astarion tossed Tessa a glance, daggers at the ready, waiting for her to approve the next attack.

Tessa looked from Astarion to Gale, who now looked particularly glib. A word she’d recently learned from him.

Tessa stood and stepped away from the body. “We can explain . . .”

They could not explain.

In an effort to appease Gale and avoid further bloodshed, the three of them were dragged off to jail.

--

Tessa leaned against the bars of her jail cell, one she had the misfortune of sharing with Astarion. “How long before Minsc finds us?” She’d already tried — and failed — to rip the door off.

“We should find our own way out of this. Or settle in for the night,” Gale said from the other side of a brick wall.

“Oh, please,” Astarion said as he eased up next to Tessa. “I’ll have us out of here before you can — eh, you finish that sentence for me, Gale. I’ll get to work.”

Tessa gasped in surprise as Astarion slid his open hand up the back of her neck and into her hair. “Astarion — wha —”

Astarion tugged her head back and locked eyes with her. Tessa’s heart slammed against her chest, she knew he could hear it, and she hated that it gave her away.

“This will only take a moment,” he said with a smirk. Astarion held her in place, his grip tightening. He reached into her hair with his other hand. With two dexterous fingers, he plucked a single lock pick from her wild curls and twirled it in front of her face.

“What the fuck, Astarion? How long has that been there?” Tessa untangled herself from his hand and pushed him away.

“Don’t be ungrateful, darling,” Astarion teased.

“Tessa? What’s going on?” Gale asked.

“If Astarion doesn’t fuck this up we’ll be out of here before Minsc even realizes we’re missing,” Tessa said.

Gale sighed. “Ah. That is a relief. A great relief indeed.”

Astarion reached through the bars and started fiddling with the lock.

Tessa watched Astarion work and decided to take a shot at trying to make him just as flustered as he’d made her. “Yeah. A relief. I was worried we’d have to resort to more erotic forms of entertainment to get us through the night.”

The lock clicked open.

No? Fuck.

That wasn’t the lock.

“Tell me I didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking,” Tessa said.

Astarion stepped away from the jail door. “You didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking.”

“That’s great. You have another one?” Tessa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to find out what else Astarion had stashed in there.

Astarion tossed the broken lock pick onto the floor of the cell. “No.”

“Then why did you say that?”

“Because you told me to,” he said.

“Fuck.” Tessa shook out her hair, just to be sure. Nothing.

“What’s going on now?” Gale asked.

“Our escape plan failed. We’re stuck here,” Tessa said.

Two long strides were all it took and Astarion was invading her space again, smiling down at her with that sly, fanged, grin of his. “So, about those more erotic forms of entertainment, you mentioned . . .”

Tessa’s breath caught in her throat. Her chest and face suddenly felt so warm. Was she blushing? Fuck. “Ah, it was just a joke.”

Astarion pushed forward, a predatory glint in his eyes. Tessa stumbled until her back hit the brick wall that separated them from Gale.

“You’re too close, Astarion,” Tessa whispered. Her breaths came in hot, uneven gasps now.

“Am I?” Astarion placed his hands on either side of her head, enclosing her. His breath ghosted across her lips. He smelled like wine — and blood. Why was that so hot?

“What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” Gale asked.

Astarion towered over her. Had it always been so warm in here? The smell of him enveloped her now. Astarion leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he whispered, “Yes, Tessa. What’s going on?”

Tessa’s body reacted before she had time to process exactly what was happening. She jolted back, slamming her head against the brick wall.

“What was that? Are you okay? Someone speak to me,” Gale said.

Astarion laughed softly and pulled away. “I have a proposition for you. Both of you.”

Tessa somehow managed to hear Astarion’s voice over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding away in her ears. “Oh?”

“Don’t be coy now,” Astarion purred. “You two aren’t as discreet as you think. I’ve heard you talking about me.”

“What exactly have you heard?” Gale asked.

“Enough. Just know that I’m very interested,” Astarion said.

Did he just? Is he for real? Tessa stared up at him, searching his face for any hint of doubt. “Really? What happened to not being interested in a love triangle with Gale?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling,” Astarion’s lip curled up in disgust. “It’s not a love triangle. It’s sex. Surely that’s something we can all agree on? Besides, I’m ready to start . . . exploring again. And why not with someone I trust?”

Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s good enough for me.”

“Good.” Astarion tapped Tessa’s lips with two fingers. “Gale?”

Astarion didn’t wait for a response, he nudged Tessa’s thighs apart with his leg — she rolled her hips, grinding against him.

Tessa bit back a moan. There was that telltale squirming in her brain. Gale wanted in. She let him.

There was no holding back the torrent of arousal that slammed into him. Gale watched through her eyes as Astarion stared down at her — pupils blown wide.

If she had any apprehension, that faded when she felt Gale’s excitement mingle with hers.

Tessa reached out to him through their shared connection.

Is this really happening?

It appears so.

And you’re okay with this, Gale?

I have made my feelings clear. It is something I have a . . . particular interest . . . in experiencing. Do you want this?

Yes. Very much.

Then far be it from me to prevent our . . . shared pleasure. Just . . .

Anything, Gale. What is it?

Just keep the connection between us. I want to experience this through you.

Tessa bit down on her lower lip and smiled.

“Are you two lovebirds finished with your little chat?” Astarion asked.

“Yes,” Tessa said.

“Yes, you’re done? Or, yes —”

“Yes,” Tessa said again, nodding this time.

Astarion’s smile widened. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Waiting? There would be no more of that. Tessa grabbed the front of Astarion’s shirt with two hands and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips against his. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, and she’d learned the hard way how to avoid slicing herself open on his fangs.

This though, this was new. There was something deeply thrilling about kissing Astarion while Gale was inside her head — he found it deeply thrilling too. Tessa rolled her hips again, frantically grinding herself against his thigh.

“F-fuck,” she whimpered. Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and bit back another moan.

Astarion pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, laughing softly. Tessa continued to grind against him, her hands squished between their bodies as she clung to his shirt.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” Astarion demanded.

She did as she was told. She trembled with anticipation as Astarion searched her face. He wasn’t looking at her though, he was looking for Gale.

His next words came out as smooth as velvet. “Is she always so needy, Gale? Or is this just all for me?” Astarion hooked a finger in Tessa’s leggings and tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from her. “If you want me to continue, you’ll have to answer the question, Gale. And there is a right answer . . .”

Tessa saw through Gale’s eyes. His forehead was pressed against the cool brick wall — mirroring how she stood with Astarion.

Gale was right behind her. If only he was in the cell with them too, but . . . well.

Please, Gale. If you want — I — 

“Just for you, Astarion,” Gale’s voice was low and rough.

Tessa felt jealousy curl up in her core, stoking the flames of her arousal. She quickly realized it wasn’t her jealousy — it was Gale’s. And he loved this.

“Good.” Astarion raised his hand and pressed two fingers into Tessa’s mouth. He thrust his fingers in past two knuckles. She opened up so easily for him and began to suck.

“What a good girl,” he purred. Astarion removed his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop.

“Shall we find out just how wet she is for me, Gale?” His hand found its way beneath her underwear — but not far enough down.

Tessa stared up at him with wide eyes, wishing he would just fucking touch her properly already.

“Answer me, Gale,” Astarion said.

Gale already knew how wet she was. He knew the same way she could feel how hard he was. “Y-yes,” Gale said.

In one fluid motion, Astarion pushed his hand down and drove two fingers into her warm cunt. Tessa’s knees buckled, she would have collapsed if Astarion wasn’t holding her up against the wall.

“Oh, gods, fuck,” Tessa whimpered, melting into him.

“You’re such a good girl. So fucking wet for me and we’ve only just begun.” Astarion fucked her slowly, easing his fingers in and out of her with a level of grace that only he could manage.

“Tell me, darling. How many times have you imagined me inside you?” Astarion curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. “Actually. Don’t tell me. Tell Gale.”

Tessa could hardly catch her breath. “Every day,” she whimpered.

“Even when it’s him?” Astarion nipped at her jaw.

“Y-yes,” Tessa said as she tried to fuck herself down further on Astarion’s fingers. “Y-yes, even then.”

A strangled noise escaped Tessa’s lips, something between a moan and a whimper as Astarion pulled away. He didn’t neglect her though, those two fingers moved to stroke her clit instead.

“How does that make you feel, Gale? Knowing that she wants me so badly she pictures me when you’re inside her?”

Tessa felt Gale’s pleasure move through her. She saw what he saw. He fisted his own cock, stroking himself slowly — drawing this out. “J-jealous.”

“Try again,” Astarion said. He continued to rub that little bundle of nerves, offering just the right amount of pressure.

Gale grunted. “H-humiliated.”

“Hmm. Anything else?” Astarion was perfectly composed as Tessa writhed beneath him.

“Turned on,” Gale said.

“You want to watch me fuck her. Don’t you, Gale?” Astarion buried his fingers in Tessa’s cunt a second time.

“Yes,” Gale said.

This time, when she moaned, she didn’t try to muffle the sound. “F-fuck, Astarion,” she whimpered. “That — fuck — that feels so good.”

Without warning, Astarion removed his hand from Tessa’s underwear and stepped back. She put all of her weight on that brick wall, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Tessa — and Gale through her eyes — watched as Astarion popped his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he lapped up her desire.

“We like that,” Tessa groaned.

Gale brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock and the sensation sent a new wave of pleasure through Tessa’s body.

“Mm.” Astarion removed his fingers. “I’m sure you do.”

Tessa stared up at him expectantly.

“You look positively flushed, dear. Perhaps we should remove some of those clothes?” Astarion was back in her space again. “What do you think, Gale?”

Tessa heard Gale’s voice in her head.

Are you still enjoying this?

How kind of him. He knew the answer. He could feel everything she felt, but he still took time to check.

Yes. Are you?

Gale growled out something that Tessa believed was a yes. It was enough to satisfy her — and Astarion.

Tessa’s shirt was the first to go. Then her bra. Astarion tossed them onto the floor by their feet. Then everything below her waist came off in one swift motion. She kicked them to the side.

Astarion kissed her, gently now. His hands wandered across her sides, stomach, and hips. His fingers pried the heat from her skin like a soothing balm.

Gale moaned from the other side of the wall. Tessa felt him squirming as phantom fingertips moved from her skin to his.

“That feels so nice, Astarion,” Tessa whimpered.

He trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her arms, every movement sweet and slow.

“You’re so good for me, Tessa. Good girls get rewarded. Do you want your reward?”

Tessa nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please. Yes —”

Astarion grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward the bars of their cell.

Tessa gasped, stumbling along with him until her bare ass was pressed against the cool metal bars.

Astarion raised her hands above her head. He curled her fingers around the bars. “Do you think you can keep your hands there?”

Before Tessa could answer, Astarion plunged two fingers into her mouth. She gagged this time.

Once she found her composure, she swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked.

“It seems she’s a little preoccupied. Gale, what do you think? Shall we tie her up?” Astarion slid his fingers in and out of her mouth, the same pace he’d used between her legs. The feeling went straight to her cunt.

“Yes,” Gale whimpered.

Astarion popped his fingers out of her mouth and traced her lips, wetting them with her spittle, before he stepped away. Tessa watched, chest heaving, lips parted softly as Astarion glanced around the room.

His eyes settled on her bra. He picked it up and gave the material a stretch. “This should do.” Astarion pressed into her space again and tied her wrists to the jail bars.

Astarion’s neck was so close to her face. She watched as beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, over his jaw, and along his neck.

Tessa felt the overwhelming urge to lick him — it hadn’t been her idea though. It came from Gale. Who was she to deny him this pleasure?

Tessa leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue along Astarion’s neck, licking up the salty droplets. Then, before he could move, she gave him a playful nip — not hard enough to break the skin.

Astarion tightened the bra to her wrists with a final yank and then pulled away from her. “Ah, ah, watch it, darling. We ask before we bite,” he teased.

Tessa pulled her wrists gently against the fabric. This would be a true test of her fortitude. It would be incredibly easy to rip through these bonds.

Then Tessa experienced something absolutely delightful. She felt Gale wonder what it would be like to be bitten. That feeling also went straight to her cunt — and Gale’s cock.

“Why don’t you bite me then?”

Astarion ran his tongue over his canines and smiled. “Perhaps. Only if you tell me whose idea that was?”

Astarion stood far enough away now that Tessa could drink in his figure. He was, unfortunately, still completely clothed but there was an unmistakable tension in his trousers.

“It was Gale’s idea,” Tessa said. “Gale would also like you to be wearing . . . less . . .”

“Oh, would he now?” Astarion hitched up his shirt slightly, exposing his hip.

Tessa bit her lower lip and nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Astarion purred. He slowly lifted his shirt and tugged it over his head.

Tessa watched, eyes trailing along his stomach, up his neck — she shivered when their eyes met. There was something truly dangerous there.

Tessa swallowed thickly as Astarion closed the distance between them. A rush of excitement from Gale moved through her.

“I can’t just be giving away everything for free,” Astarion teased. He gently pulled his shirt over Tessa’s face, obstructing her — and Gale’s — view.

She could only see through Gale’s eyes now. They stared at the same brick wall and listened as Astarion removed his pants. Tessa wriggled against the fabric holding her wrists in place.

Astarion grabbed Tessa’s hips and pulled her forward. His lips found the curve of her neck, he tugged at the skin with his teeth — then pressed his lips down and sucked.

Tessa groaned, wriggling to be closer to him. His hands held her in place as his hard cock bumped against her thigh. Her knees fell apart. The ache between her legs was impossible to ignore now.

Gale squeezed his cock, still stroking himself with the patience of a damn saint. He reached out to Tessa.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you?

Yes. I love you.

I love you too.

I’ll . . . be right back.

Suddenly, her mind was empty. Tessa was alone.

Astarion chuckled darkly against her neck. “Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy. If you want to watch, you’re going to have to beg.”

Astarion’s cock slid between her legs, the length of him brushing against her swollen lips. He moved back and forth, slowly, carefully — barely causing any friction.

Tessa tried to grind down onto Astarion’s length, but he made sure she couldn’t find relief.

Tessa wondered if relief would ever come — Gale wasn’t the type to beg for anything.

Then, he surprised her.

“Please, Astarion,” Gale groaned. “Please let me watch you fuck Tessa.”

Astarion rolled his hips. Tessa scrambled to feel him, moaning softly.

“Again,” Astarion demanded.

“Please, Astarion. Please — I need this. I want to watch your cock . . .”

Gale choked back a moan. “I need to watch your cock fucking into her. I want to hear her scream your name.”

“More,” Astarion said. “Tell the whole truth.”

Gale’s fist slapped against the brick twice. “I —”

Astarion rolled his hips again, pulling another desperate moan from Tessa.

“I want to be inside her head while you fuck her, Astarion. I want to feel your cock as though . . . “

“As though, what, Gale?” Astarion sounded so fucking smug.

“As though you were fucking me,” Gale choked out.

“Ah. There it is,” Astarion hummed. “And you, Tessa. Do you want this?”

Yes. More than ever. Is what she wanted to say. Instead, all she managed was a strangled whimper as Astarion bucked his hips against her. She nodded furiously.

There was that squirming in her head again. This time — when she welcomed the feeling — it was different. The tadpoles linked all three of them now.

Tessa watched through Astarion’s eyes as he lifted her leg and angled his cock at her slick entrance. She felt Gale’s excitement, Astarion’s hunger — and her own lust crash and build to a crescendo.

Her swollen lips parted for his cock as Astarion sunk himself into her cunt — stretching her out. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him. 

“Fuck — you opened right up for me, didn’t you, darling?” Astarion growled.

Tessa paid extra attention to the sensations — making sure Gale had complete access to her body. She’d never shared herself with anyone so completely before. It was incredible.

Gale watched — they all watched — as Astarion’s cock disappeared into Tessa’s body again.

Astarion started slow, then steadily picked up the pace until Tessa was a stuttering mess — clinging to the jail bars to remain standing.

Their bodies collided noisily. The wet, slapping sounds drown out the rest of the world. Her slick drenched his cock as he snapped his hips up into her.

“F-fuck. I’m getting close,” Tessa whimpered. “I need —”

She didn’t have to ask. Astarion knew what she needed.

She watched through his eyes as he slid a hand between them and began to rub quick circles around her clit.

It was enough — it was almost too much. The heat coiled in her core. She wanted Gale to feel this too, but her brain stopped working as she reached the cusp of blissful unawareness.

One more little move — and she came undone on Astarion’s cock — screaming his name.

Astarion closed his eyes and pressed close to her. He slowed his pace, working her through her orgasm with languid strokes. This continued until Tessa was completely overstimulated, breathing hard, and struggling to stand.

Astarion began to lose his rhythm as he fucked himself into her. His breath tickled her ear. “I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes,” Tessa whimpered. “Please. Please come inside me. Gods — Astarion —”

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in as he found his release in her warm cunt.

Tessa clenched around him again, already building up to a second orgasm. He pumped his hips a few more times, slower now — then he pulled out.

Astarion removed his shirt from Tessa’s head. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Astarion’s face and nearly collapsed — he looked so perfectly wrecked. She did that.

She laughed softly. “You’re a mess.”

“You’re one to talk,” Astarion said.

For a second she saw through Astarion’s eyes again. She was — beautiful.

Tessa had plenty of confidence, but seeing herself — sufficiently fucked — through his eyes. She’d never felt more perfect.

Tessa squirmed. Her thighs were drenched with her own slick and now Astarion’s spend was starting to dribble out of her too.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” Astarion whispered.

Tessa nodded her head.

“Mm. That can be arranged. But first, we’ll have to clean you up.” Astarion looked past Tessa. “Won’t we, Gale?”

Tessa turned her head to see Gale standing just outside the jail door.

“You got out?” Tessa asked.

Gale blushed. “Simple knock spell . . .”

Tessa laughed. “Come in then.”

“My last spell for the day, I’m afraid,” Gale said.

“That’s okay. Our door isn’t locked. Is it, Astarion?” Tessa grinned.

Astarion laughed. “Aren’t you a clever girl? How long have you known?”

“Just a guess,” she said. Tessa squirmed against fabric holding her wrists.

Gale pushed the door open and stepped inside, almost timidly. His cock stood at attention beneath his robes.

“Oh, oh . . . aren’t you just . . . deliciously hard,” Astarion purred.

Gale swallowed thickly and stepped closer. His eyes flitted from Astarion’s naked form to Tessa strung up against the bars of the cell.

“Eyes on me, Gale,” Astarion demanded.

Gale met Astarion’s eyes and stepped closer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately for someone who usually has so many pretty words. Perhaps that mouth of yours can be put to better use anyway.” Astarion circled Gale like a predator hunting its prey.

Gale stumbled until he was standing just in front of Tessa.

“On your knees, darling,” Astarion purred. “Use your mouth and clean my spend from between the pretty lady’s legs.”

Gale carefully got to his knees. He grabbed Tessa’s thighs and leaned close. He stared up at her with those big, brown eyes — pausing to drink in the view.

“Gale,” she whispered his name. Her heart threw itself at her ribcage — threatening to burst out of her chest.

He kept his eyes on hers as the flat of his tongue found the inside of her thigh. He diligently cleaned up her slick and Astarion’s spend before moving to the other side. Tessa whimpered and held tight to the jail bars.

Gale buried his face between her legs, beard tickling her skin as his tongue dipped between her lips and teased her hole. He moaned against her cunt, breath hot and heavy.

Gale squeezed her thighs as his tongue found her clit. He honored her needs in only the way he knew how — sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

Astarion approached and slid a hand up the back of Tessa’s neck. She hadn’t noticed before, but at some point, Astarion put his clothes back on. He turned her head and locked eyes with her.

Astarion trailed his fingers lightly up her stomach, across the swell of her breasts. He pinched one nipple, rolled it between his fingers — and then repeated the action with her other breast.

Tessa’s face scrunched up — lost somewhere between pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her legs shook and her walls clenched around nothing. So fucking close. But she needed more. “Gale — I — fuck. Fuck. I can’t — I need you inside me — fuck . . .”

Gale pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and leaned back. Astarion let go of Tessa and grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair instead. He angled the other man’s face up to look at him.

Astarion invited Tessa into his mind — she closed her eyes and allowed herself to see what Astarion saw.

Gale. Pretty, plump, lips parted so softly. She could hear the pounding of Gale’s heart. His beard was wet from her cunt and Astarion’s spend. The scent of his sweat and desire was almost overwhelming.

A profound urge to see them kiss sent sparks across her skin. Was that coming from her? Or Astarion?

Astarion barked out a sharp laugh and glanced at Tessa. “It would seem your lady has some ideas of her own . . .”

Oh. So. It was her. Oops. It wasn’t the first time she’d considered it.

“Shall we give her what she wants?” Astarion asked.

“I wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity,” Gale sputtered.

Astarion smiled smugly and pulled Gale onto his feet before releasing his grip on Gale’s hair. “I just want to know how much I adore reducing you to a babbling mess.”

Gale whimpered. “I’m just — you’re —”

“Hush, darling,” Astarion purred. “Just answer me this. Do you want me to kiss you?”

Gale’s face turned a deep red. “Yes.”

Tessa closed her eyes, letting herself fall into Astarion’s experience as he crashed his lips into Gale’s.

The two men kissed, slowly at first. Tessa felt Gale’s beard tickle Astarion’s face — reveled in how warm his skin felt against Astarion’s hands as he slid them under his robes.

Then she felt exactly how hard Gale was. Well, Astarion felt it — when he curled his fingers around the other man’s cock.

“Fuck,” Astarion and Tessa whispered in unison.

Gale whimpered and bucked himself into Astarion’s hand. Astarion started to push Gale’s robes off, but Gale stopped him.

“These stay on,” Gale said.

“I understand,” Astarion said. He continued to stroke Gale — view obscured by the fabric.

Astarion nipped gently at Gale’s lips before capturing him in another kiss.

“Do you want to know what Tessa’s cunt feels like after she’s been properly fucked?” Astarion whispered against Gale’s lips.

Gale moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Y-yes.”

“Say it,” Astarion demanded.

“I w-want to know what she feels like after you’ve fucked her,” Gale whimpered.

“Whose cock do you think she likes better?” Astarion growled.

Gale rolled his hips. “Yours, Astarion.”

Astarion chuckled. “You like that, huh?”

Gale nodded.

Astarion leaned closer, nipped at Gale’s earlobe, and whispered, “Think of me when you’re inside her. Know that I stretched her out. I made her come . . . you can’t even compare.”

Gale snapped his head down to meet Astarion’s eyes. He grabbed Astarion’s wrist and pulled him away from his cock.

“Too far?” Astarion asked. Something resembling concern flashed across his face.

Gale shook his head. “No. It was . . . that was good.”

Tessa’s hands were starting to go numb. “I’m done waiting,” she blurted. Tessa yanked her hands free — ruining her favorite bra — and stumbled toward the two men.

Astarion grabbed Tessa and roughly pulled her between them. He slid a hand between her legs and parted her thighs.

Gale pushed forward and his lips found Tessa’s. They kissed, hungry and desperate for each other. Tessa threw her arms around his neck.

Astarion lifted Tessa’s leg, creating space for Gale.

Gale didn’t hesitate. He pushed his robes out of the way, thrust himself into her aching cunt, and set a punishing pace.

Tessa whimpered and squirmed, held up only by the four hands gripping her tight.

Astarion’s breath ghosted across her neck. “Invite us into your head, darling. I’m going to bite you now.”

She opened her mind to them as Astarion sunk his fangs into her throat. She melted between them. It was all too much.

She tasted her blood on Astarion’s tongue — felt how warm and smooth it felt as he swallowed it down. Then there was how she felt clenched around Gale’s cock.

As if sensing how weak she was, Astarion reached a hand around and stroked her clit. It sent her over the edge. She came hard enough to see stars, moaning into Gale’s mouth and leaning back into Astarion.

Gale’s hips snapped against hers a few more times before he spilled inside her — cock pulsing as her walls quivered around him.

The next thing Tessa knew she was sitting on the floor of the cell, back against the brick wall. Gale knelt beside her. Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

“Did I pass out?” she asked.

“Just for a moment,” Gale said. “Astarion’s seeing if there are guards outside. Which — I imagine there aren’t. Otherwise our, uh . . . rutting . . . would have surely drawn some unwanted attention.” Gale held out her clothes.

Tessa remained on the floor as she pulled her clothes on. She studied his face. “You were unusually quiet. How are you feeling?”

Gale looked away from her for a moment — then met her eyes again. “It was . . . a lot. I’m going to need time to process.”

“But, you’re okay?” Tessa asked.

“Yes. I’m okay. Are you?”

Tessa nodded. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready.”

Gale pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Astarion cleared his throat. “If you two are done, I’ll have you know that we can walk right out the front door.”

Gale helped Tessa to her feet. “Astarion, do you need to talk?”

“Don’t get all soft on me. You two keep your feelings amongst yourselves,” Astarion said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”

Tessa nodded and followed Astarion out of the jail. The guards outside the door were tied up and unconscious. 

“Did you do this?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said.

“Then who?” Gale asked.

“I suspect it’s a gift . . .”

“Minsc?” Tessa asked.

“Likely,” Astarion said.

“Oh . . . do you think everyone knows?” Tessa asked.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Gale said.

--

There were plenty of comments when they returned to camp. Lewd remarks and the like.

Tessa waved them off, Astarion laughed them off and Gale snuck away to his room.

Tessa found him there, facedown on the pillows and buried under blankets. She crawled into bed next to him. He put his arm around her chest and pulled her close.

“I’m sorry,” Tessa said.

Gale propped himself up, one arm on the other side of Tessa. He studied her face. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m worried that was all too much for you,” she said.

Gale shook his head. “It wasn’t too much. I’m still . . . processing. Give me more time.” He kissed her. “If you wish to share your feelings on the matter, you are more than welcome to do so.”

Tessa kissed him. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

Gale nodded and flopped back down into the pillows, his arm still thrown over her chest.

It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly. Tessa listened, still unable to fall asleep.

A knock on the door stirred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called out quietly.

The door creaked as it opened. It was dark, but Tessa could see Astarion’s distinct figure. He stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him.

“Looking for a snack?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said as he approached the bed.

“What is it?” Tessa asked.

“Can I just . . .”

“What?”

Gale turned his head. “Just get in the bed, Astarion,” he mumbled.

“Oh.” Tessa lifted the blanket and shifted slightly closer to Gale to make room for Astarion.

Astarion slipped under the covers and curled close to Tessa. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Good. We’re sleeping.” Gale yawned.

Tessa pressed a kiss to Gale’s forehead, then turned to look at Astarion.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

“Sleeping,” Gale muttered.

“Thank you,” Astarion whispered.

“Goodnight.” Tessa closed her eyes.

The two people she loved most in this world were on either side of her. She felt completely safe as she waited for sleep to claim her.

[meowzfordayz]

when they’re inebriated — inosuke, tanjirou, giyuu

Author’s Note: took a slightly diff angle than the OG prompt, but am content w/ the fluff + softness of the results.🤗

when they’re inebriated — inosuke, tanjirou, giyuu

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: If you're already busy you can just ignore this but I need some drunk inosuke/giyuu/tanjiro defending their (afab preferably) partner. Been having a hard time and this would be so sweet. You can choose whatever else but at least this. Don't rush it tho take your time!!!

~faqs~

Drunk + Inosuke = defending your honor against anything and everything, anyone and everyone

Mirror looking at you funny? 🪞😒 He’ll punch it if you don’t stop him in time 🪞🥊😤

Someone tries to compliment you? He’ll unceremoniously shove himself between your bodies, which would be sweet if that someone was actually harassing/threatening you 🥲

“Inosuke, honey…” amusement tugging at the corner of your mouth

“WHAT?” eyes wide, concern etched into his forehead as he pats you down determinedly, “Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, um, they just said my shoes were nice,” snorting, “I was about to tell them where I bought them from.”

*cue Inosuke swiveling around faster than you can blink*

*jabbing a finger in the general direction of the poor soul who DARED to compliment you*

“NO STEALING MY SWEETHEART’S SHOES!”

For fuck’s sake 🫠😂

Mind you, this man will hiss at a baby if said baby doesn’t smile at you 🥴

As for when there’s actually an issue?

He, surprisingly, prioritizes you (vs beating up the issue)

Maybe it’s the subtle fear or discomfort in your eyes

Or how your nails dig a little sharper into his bicep than usual

But he’ll immediately lead you somewhere else, #riperoni to whoever happens to be in the way, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin as he holds your hand 🥺

“Are you okay?” bristling anger simmering beneath his quiet devotion to you, “Do I need to call anyone? Should we go home? Find something to eat?”

Chest aching as you pull him into a tight hug, strong arms wrapping secure and steady around your waist, his lips pressed warm against your head

“I’ve got you,” murmured into your hair, “Just don’t let go of me, ‘kay? Otherwise I might start a fight.” 🤫

Tanjirou rarely drinks

Mostly bc he already feels warm and fuzzy beside you, let alone adding alcohol to the mix

But when he does?

Prepare to have one (1) Kamado Tanjirou glued to your front, your back, your side, for the remainder of the evening 🤗

Usually, holding hands, kissing your cheek, giving you a piggyback ride, is the extent of his PDA

Drunk Tanjirou, however, is significantly more comfortable invading your personal space bubble 😌

🫧 *pop* 🫧

Ofc, he absolutely respects any boundaries you set, but gosh he’s like a kitten who just wants to curl up on your shoulder and purr 🐾

But obvi he can’t exactly curl up on your shoulder, sooo he settles for everything else (purring included)

If you’re staying in, then expect his head in your lap, or you pulled onto his lap

And if you’re watching something, then expect him to ask you questions every other minute bc he’d rather nuzzle his face in your thighs/neck than actually focus on the screen

Getting up for a snack? 🍿

You bet he’s getting up too, kisses peppered across your shoulder blades as you open the fridge, warm palms grabbing your hips to spin you around and touch his nose to yours as soon as you find whatever you were looking for

Kamado Tanjirou will follow you into the bathroom if you let him, preparing perfectly portioned and folded toilet paper for your convenience 🧻

If you’re out and about, then expect him to prefer somewhere less crowded, a park or something nature-esque, weather permitting

He knows packed clubs and bustling bars aren’t the best for showering you in affection

But moonlit strolls along secluded streets are wonderful for spontaneous twirling, dips, and other overly elaborate dance maneuvers ✨🌙

Sometimes he’ll hum a vague tune

Most of the time, a tender, swaying melody guides your footsteps, caress of darkness audible to only you and him

“You’re beautiful,” he declares, the world in his eyes as he gazes at you, “Thank you for being my partner.”

—regarding the OG prompt… drunk Tanjirou def has a dangerous coolness if/when someone bothers you

—an almost surreal smoothness to his voice, silvery politeness hardly masking his underlying intent as he warns your offender

—“You should leave.”

Is typically stoic

Yada yada

It takes a lot to pry a compliment out of Giyuu

“Giyuu, how do I look?” twirling in your loosely wrapped towel, droplets glistening on your dewy skin

“Like you need help drying off.”

Really? 🙄

C’mon Dude™ 🙃

Dw, he was seconds away from being ~disrespectful 😏🫢

Sadly, respect won 😔

Or: “Giyuu, what’s your favorite thing about me?”

*insert Giyuu raising an eyebrow*

*insert Giyuu grimacing*

*insert Giyuu running away*

Again, he was seconds away from plopping his raw heart into your cupped hands 🥺🫀

Sadly, emotional constipation won ☹️

—How this man’s even in a relationship, Idk 😃

—Bc he’s cute ☺️

—That’s how

—And endearing (somewhat) 🤔

The secret, however, to getting his elusive affection and adoration (and praise), is actually quite simple

Pour Giyuu a drink, maybe two, and all his reservations dissipate 🍶

“Babe, you look gorrrgeous,” hands flailing happily, “Absolutely stunning!” gesturing vaguely, “Your HAIR!”

“What about my hair?” amusement in your smile as he gasps excitedly

“It’s just so PRETTY!” falling forward into you *oof*, inhaling deeply *ahh*, eyes closing contentedly, “Smells so NICE.”

Pouting as you gently push him upward, “Am I too heavy?” making grabby hands (fricking Giyuu + grabby hands 😭🥰), “Love, I love you!”

—Be still my heart 🫠💓

Ask him, “Giyuu, what’s your favorite thing about me?”

And he’ll get this serious look in his eyes, body suddenly so still you wonder if he’s miraculously sobered up, voice contemplative and lower than usual

“My favorite thing about you is how you love yourself. That shit’s hard. I know I’m no good at it, at loving myself, so getting to watch you cherish yourself is… it’s a gift,” uncharacteristic tears welling, blubbering, “I just! I just love you, sooo much!” wailing now, “SOooooo muCH!”

Side note: he gradually becomes better about being vulnerable while sober too, but there’s something naive and lighthearted about the occasional indulgence of Drunk Giyuu™

—regarding the OG prompt… drunk Giyuu isn’t particularly ~helpful if/when someone bothers you, mostly bc he’s flabbergasted that anyone could bear to offend you 😖

—he’s more than capable of defending you physically/removing you from an unsafe situation, but in terms of ~emotional damage?

—you might need to reassure him 💀, bc he’s 11/10 devastated that, apparently, not everyone perceives you as the Divine Being™ that you obviously are 😠😍

[blackdollette]

Thank you for your amazing writing!!!! You have some of the best work! My thought tho is hard dom Euronymous, where he’s just throwing the reader around, pulling hair and, using them over and over, but then super soft to the reader after! Thank you!! ❤️

thank you so much!! i swear yall are so kind it makes my heart melt

"you can be the boss." | euronymous

you can be the boss. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: p in v, unprotected sex, blowjob, overstimulation, creampie

not proofread. terrible grammar warning.

euronymous had carried you bridal style back to his place. his show had attracted a major crowd, making it mayhem's best show yet, and now he was in the mood to celebrate.

when he told you this, you were thinking along the lines of getting wasted at the bar, but he had something a lot more intimate in mind. he threw you onto the bed, his eyes running up and down your body.

the sexual tension had been building up all night. he had been craving you more than he could bear, and it was making him go insane. it was like you were trying especially hard to tease him all night, which you definitely were.

"you gonna be a good little whore for me tonight?" he stroked your chin gently as he asked this. he found yourself getting needy already, but you simply just nodded. he smiled a little. "good girl." he rested his back on the headboard, starting to unbuckle his belt.

he unbuttons his pants, freeing his aching boner from the prison of his clothes. he grabbed the back of your head, looking you in the eyes for a moment before he made you open your mouth, and stuffed it with his dick.

he let out a warm groan as he felt the warm walls of your mouth around him. he grabbed a handful of your hair and started pulling your head up and down his cock at a rapid pace.

"such a pathetic little slut for my cock..." he watched as you drooled all over the place, tears rolling down your cheeks. he could hear the squelching noise at the back of your throat whenever the tip hit it.

"you look so beautiful like this..." he said as he started to thrust his hips into your mouth. "you like using your slutty little mouth to please me, hm?" you attempted to nod, but he was fucking your face so hard that you completely incapable of making even the simplest action.

he starts groaning and whispering dirty little things to you, him only increasing the abuse on your poor throat. his cock began to twitch in your mouth, telling you that he was about to dump his load down your throat, but instead of doing that, he pulled your head off of his dick.

he was panting a little, but you were a complete mess, finally being able to breathe. he grabbed you by your waist and shoved your face into the pillow, landing a hard slap on your ass. you whimpered as he tore your finger stockings and slipped off your tiny thong.

he used his thumb to rub your aching cunt, making your body completely submit to his touch. he pulled his thumb away, drawing a string of wetness out of you. "so wet for me already..." he got right to business, shoving his cock in you and pounding into your tight cunt, making you scream.

his nails were digging into your hips, and he used his other hand to keep you head in the pillow, muffling your noises. he trusted into you roughly, until you were a sobbing mess. he loved seeing you ruined like this. he thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

as his clock started hitting that sensitive spot in you, you found yourself already cumming all over him. he felt your tight walls clenching around him, and he saw how you were completely falling apart.

he rubbed quick circles on your throbbing clit, making your body tremble. you quickly reached a level of overstimulation as he continued the brutal assault on your little pussy.

euronymous found himself getting close to that point, his dick twitching inside of you as he pounded into you. before he could do anything about it, his cum started spilling into your hole, some of it dripping out as he fucked your through his orgasm.

you were completely destroyed, your body feeling weaker than ever by the time he finally pulled out of your bruised cunt. he laid down beside you, smiling and gently caressing your cheek. "you were fantastic, angel. always such a good girl for me." you managed a little smiled, feeling a wave of fatigue hit you.

he took you in his arms and planted soft kisses all over you as you slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the things that he had done to you.

author's note: i'm so sorry that this took so long to come out, things have been getting very busy :(( but requests are still open though

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Love on a Battlefield

Stephen King: guys did you hear there’s a  video game campfire too? Mary Shelley:  that sounds like some nerd shit King: no no there are lots of cool people there King: hideo kojima, sid meier, bob bates   King: the 2 guys from andromeda Shelley: [cracking knuckles in anticipation]

Hideo Kojima: IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 19XX, MERCENERY GASEOUS SNAKE IS BROUGHT OUT OF RETIREMENT TO FIGHT THE REMNANTS OF THE WOLFDOG UNIT... Kojima: INCLUDING... Kojima: ROPE CHOKER, POISON EATER, TORPEDO LAUNCHER , AXE GRINDER, BOMB DETONATOR, AND DIPPY DOG

Kojima: do you think that love can bloom on a battlefield? Kojima: Kojima: yes... Kojima: even on a battlefield... Ken Williams: hey my girlfriend roberta and I saw you from across the bar and we’re really digging your vibe Williams: Can we buy you a drink?

Kojima: the villainous traitor bad boy has kidnapped dr good scientist and forced him to help build the ultimate weapon of mass destruction... Kojima: the metal gear... Kojima: it’s like a tank... Kojima: but it can move... Kojima: Kojima: But wait... Kojima: not with treads... Kojima: with legs...

[at Midnight Society] Hideo Kojima: I have an idea for a new video game... Kojima: About you! Stephen King: oh wow a game about us? that sounds pretty ok! Poe: yeah I’d be curious about this Kojima: the game is called ‘the association of Fire Story friends’ Kojima: a hideo kojima game... Kojima: written by hideo kojima... Kojima: produced by hideo kojima... Kojima: directed by hideo kojima... Kojima: catering by hideo kojima...

 Kojima: The fire story friend association members names are... Kojima: Bird Scare.. Poe: Kojima: Clown daddy... King: Kojima: Knife Stabber... Mary Shelley: Kojima: Little Friend... Dean Koontz: Kojima: Cat Bitch... Clive Barker: Kojima: and Silly Racist... Lovecraft: Lovecraft: w-which one is me

Kojima: SUBMITTED FOR THE APPROVAL OF THE MIDNIGHT SOCIETY I CALL THIS THE TALE OF THE STORY FRIENDS... Kojima: IT IS A GAME WHERE THE GOAL IS NOT TO FIGHT... Mary Shelley: what the hell is this shit Thomas Disch: sh let him cook Disch: mr kojima in level 5 is there a way to escape the dungeon w/o the wizard‘s key? Shelley: shut UP nerd

Kojima: In this game, you play as clown daddy... Kojima: bird scare has given him an assignment... Kojima: he must tell a story without anyone hearing King: wow! incredible! King: hideo, once again you’ve redefined a genre!

Kojima: this story is also about how war is bad... King: whats the theme tho Kojima: Kojima: uh, its that war is bad... King: Koontz: Poe: Lovecraft: Barker: Kojima: perhaps this three hour cutscene will explain better...

Kojima: now this next story will be my last ever... Kojima: for real this time... King: aw really? Kojima: yes... King: King: really?

[radgalniya]

“it should’ve been called the love doctor”: a ‘how to date billy walsh’ movie review

i really only watched this bc charithra was in it, but also sometimes you just get in the mood for a cheesy teen romcom.

1. anyway. i hate archie’s character. he is the worst friend ever. like are you sure you like her??? bc hes so mean to her. he basically called her an ugly loser and made her fucking cry and then STILL chose to pretend to be the love doctor, lie to her face, and saboutage her the entire process.

2. that scene where amelia does the whole school girl outfit and then struts past everybody is so cute love her character. i’m so mad it didnt end well for her then they called her splat face girl like yall are DEAD WRONGGG lmaoo

3. yknow ik shes crazy for being in love w/ billie after 10 hours but hes fine as hell so i mean.. i get it.

4. mean girls in movies need to have better digs. they were not intimidating. NO BARS. but when archie said “if i throw a stick amber would you chase it”?!?!?! he ate this one lil thing and the bitch responds w/ “sorry i dont speak nerd” girl pls move on. and then he said “we’ve got geography and these bitches are history” BARSSSSS

5. i’m sorry i’m back again to shit on archie. he is the WORST. it’s so hard to watch amelia take his love doctor advice on her date with billy brooo it’s painful i had to keep pausing. i’m praying she uses her brains and they end up dating at the end bc i stg if somehow archie gets the girl after treating her like shit i’ll throw up.

6. i’m ngl billys you dont know me speech reminded me of that riverdale scene where the guy is like i had to drop out of the fifth grade to push drugs to support my nana or whatever he said

7. i’m sick of millenials making teen movies and shows and putting every cliche they can. no one uses hashtags anymore outside of tumblr like pls get real and then the overuse of emojis boooo

8. i feel like they forced this whole billy and amelia arent right for eachother thing and it makes no sense. like they pour their hearts out to each other for what…for him to judge her for a fear fart pls…like archie is an asshole stop trying to make fetch happen!

9. she ditches him… at her house… right before the dance…ykw maybe i was wrong maybe amelia and archie are made for eachother. both so unnecessarily mean

10. he said “ive never been broken up w before so can i stop u right there” lmao iconic. love billy walsh. he is the best character in the movie. nobody deserves him. ig i forgive amelia tho cus she apologized.

[moregraceful]

finally making that list of fanworks for @sharkuda-prompt-meme and @timebegins-onopeningday that include fanworks that are maybe not what people would initially think of when they see prompt meme.

written fanworks:

fanfiction obviously

fan poetry less obviously but rising in popularity to my delight...though the first person who puts a sonnet redoublé in my prompts memes is getting a $10 boba giftcard

creative nonfiction - hot take but you could do some incredible work with the research + creative elements involved in this if you really dig into the worldbuilding around prompts. like idk "athlete goes to a drag bar" - what are the athlete's politics around the queer community, either spoken or assumed? what are the drag or gay bars in his city and what is their history? what is the relationship of the team to the queer community in the team? how do you envision the intersection in the real world? etc

audio fanwork:

podfic, obviously

fanmixes, also obviously

filk, somewhat less obviously

soundscapes of found media - one time i went to an exhibit in i think baltimore where it was like you enter a room and it's just a cacophony and you follow the sounds from room to room and start to pick out the threads of repeating sounds and kind of build the story through the threads of sound. i'd be really curious how that would come off in sports rpf, esp given how much raw sound is involved in sports

art

digital art of any kind - comics, portraits, drawings, memes, paintings etc

physical art - i've been seeing some dope watercolor paintings and colored pencil drawings around fandom space lately which delights and i would love to see more of it. someone on my dash used to do impasto portraits of hockey players which always knocked my socks off tho i acknowledge an artist may not want to spend precious oil paint on an enemies to lovers prompt

collages i'm calling out specifically bc baseball fandom is really good at them, both physical and digital

mixed media e.g. adding digital photos to a physical collages...something baseball fandom is also really good at...

graphics making - there's a couple people in various sports fandom that cross my dash who make fascinating digital gif collages (for lack of a better word) which i always love seeing and would love to see something similar interpreted for a prompt meme

fiber arts - i mean if someone can lovingly render woke up married in vegas through cross-stitch that's just fucken goated. but also one time i saw that someone had crocheted spock and kirk for a star trek exchange but spock's clothes were removable and. well i thought that a was creative use of yarn.

other fanworks

there was a i think hrpf exchange?? once that was a zine exchange which i thought was SO cool and i would love to see more of that mix of the like info/fiction/art that comes with zine making in prompt memes and fandom spaces

fancams - i do think this is underrated as an art form like yes they can be silly but how is chali xcx layered over someone's shoot out goals sillier than my au where athletes work at a boba cafe yk. easy to create narrative in bite-size chunks if you're smart and picky and visionary

fanvids - we need to bring them to sports rpf in a big way in my humble opinion...art form that is easily adaptable to fandoms where there's so much raw footage available

this is all i can think of FOR NOW i'm sure there is more but i keep distracted by the baseball so i'm slamming that mfing post button and reblogging into the wind. i hope if anyone reading this who maybe went "damn i want to join in the fun but i don't write fic or have procreate :(" when they see my prompt memes now has the confidence to get out there and join us!!