#but as far as face molds go i would have to check out all the dolls in those categories and choose who all i think would be best

[funshinebf]

i think it would be so fun to make trigun monster high doll repaints. i dont have the base dolls i would want for the characters though so alas it is but a dream for me

[sitepathos]

From Gold to Mold

Chapter 1: The Change

“Happy birthday, to you,” your teacher, Mrs. Palmer, and classmates finish singing to you.

“Thank you, everyone,” you giggle, happy that everyone did something special for your birthday in the middle of class.

You’re now six-years-old and your Momma’s promised to take you to Little Luigi’s Pizza Place after school, where you’ll get to open your presents from her, as well as eat all the pizza you want and have a cookie pizza for free! You begged her to let you stay home, but she laughed and said that she had to meet her publisher for her upcoming book, but she promised that after she was done, she’d come check you out and the two of you would go celebrate your birthday.

You look up at the clock (good thing it’s digital, because you haven’t learned to read the old clocks yet!) and see that it’s almost time for lunch.

“Come on, Momma,” you mutter to yourself. “Get here, already.”

Seriously, you didn’t plan to eat lunch, so you didn’t bother packing lunch today!

Just then, the intercom above the door chimes.

“Mrs. Palmer,” the school secretary asks.

“Yes?”

“Can you please send Y/N Gould to the office, please? There’s someone here to see him.”

“Yes,” you cheer, making a few in the class laugh.

“Of course,” she responds before the device clicks off.

You grab your backpack and toss it over your back before rushing towards the door.

“Bye, Y/N,” one classmate says as you pass her.

“Happy birthday,” another says as you near the door.

“Enjoy your birthday, Y/N,” Mrs. Palmer says, her usual bright smile on her face. “We’ll see you tomorrow. Remember to have your worksheet done.”

And with that, you leave the room and skip down the hall to the main office, happy that your school is small so you don’t have to walk far. As you do, all you can think about is all the pizza you’re about to eat! And the chocolate chip cookie pizza that you get after that! And don’t forget about the presents! Maybe you’ll get the new Pokémon Platinum game for your DS, or a new stuffed animal, or maybe a new movie!

The suspense is practically tearing you apart and you enter the office, ready to greet your Momma when you see… Sheriff Foley. And he looks… sad. You look to the secretary, who’s standing behind him, and she has the same sad look.

“Y/N,” he says.

“Sheriff Foley,” you say, looking around to find Momma, but not finding her. “What’s wrong? Where’s Momma?”

“Son,” he says as the secretary begins to cry a bit. “I have some bad news.”

You feel a weird feeling in your stomach, like when you eat a bunch of ice cream and get sick, but this feeling is worse than that.

“What?”

“It’s about your momma. I got a call from the police in Vegas and they said there had been a car accident. Some drunk fool leaving a casino hit your mother’s car.”

You feel your heart stop at the words “hit” and “mother.”

“Is she ok,” you manage to say. “She’s at the hospital, right?”

The secretary’s crying becomes louder.

“I’m sorry, son,” he says, a tear falling from his eye. “He was going too fast when he hit her. She’s gone.”

“Gone? Like missing?” Now, you’re crying. “Why can’t they find her?”

“No, gone as in she’s no longer with us.”

“Like… she’s gone to heaven,” you whisper.

He nods and it’s then you feel your entire world collapse. You remember what Momma said about going to heaven when you saw a squirrel asleep on the side of the road. She’d said that he had gone to heaven after falling asleep and that he wouldn’t be waking up again. That he’d always be there.

“No,” you cry, tears and snot falling from your face. “No, she can’t be in heaven! She said she’d be here!”

Sheriff Foley takes you into his arms as you cry.

The next few days go by in a blur. You stay with Sheriff Foley and his wife until the funeral. Unfortunately, the accident was so bad that the casket had to stay closed, so you weren’t able to see her one last time before she’s put in her grave. The whole town of Goodsprings is there; she was an author writing best-selling romance novels set during the Age of Sail and a pillar of the community, so everyone wanted to be there to say their final goodbyes to her and their condolences to you.

You said nothing during the whole thing. You hadn’t said anything since Sheriff Foley told you that Momma had gone to heaven and that she wouldn’t be back. The only noise to leave you is the sound of crying.

“Y/N,” he says as you watch the grave be filled with dirt. “When we leave, we’ll have to go by your house. You need to pack anything you need.”

“Why,” you ask, your voice sore from crying for days.

“Because a man is waiting there for you and when you have everything you need, he’ll take you to McCarran Airport. From there, you’ll go to Gotham City in New Jersey.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, first you lose Momma and now you’re losing your home?

“Why do I have to leave,” you say, tears streaming down your face.

“Because the county did some checking and found your father through a DNA test.”

You freeze at that. Your Daddy?

“Momma, do I have a Daddy,” you asked her once.

“You do, baby, but he doesn’t know about you,” she answered. “We met years ago, back when Momma was young and dumb. When I found out I was having you, I couldn’t find him. That’s when I realized I had to act right.” She rubbed her hand through your hair. “It’s thanks to you that I’m not like that anymore.”

That conversation goes through your head as you ride back to your house. You’re actually going to meet your Daddy? When you pull up to your house you see a fancy car sitting in the driveway and an elderly man in a suit standing next to it, watching you as you get out.

“I’m sorry, who’re you,” Sheriff Foley asks.

“Alfred Pennyworth,” the man says, bowing a little. “Butler to the Wayne Family. I apologize, Sheriff, but I’m afraid Master Bruce was unable to get away. Urgent business at Wayne Enterprises demanded his attention.”

“More urgent than his son?”

You can see the butler slightly flinch at that, despite how good he tries to hide it.

“I understand your frustration. I expressed the same sentiments, but Master Bruce couldn’t be persuaded to leave the matter to Mr. Fox.” He looks down at you. “I trust this is young Master Y/N?”

You can’t help but duck behind the sheriff’s legs to hide from him.

“Yeah, this is him.”

“I’m glad to meet you, though I wish it was under more joyous circumstances. You have my most sincere condolences for your loss.”

“Thank you,” you say, looking down at the ground.

“Come on, son, let’s get all your stuff packed.”

The three of you spend the next hour packing all your toys and clothes into cardboard boxes. When asked about your bed, dresser, and other larger things, Alfred said a room had already been prepared for you with a king sized bed and a dresser with room for all your clothes and more.

“Should you require anything else, I will ensure Master Bruce provides it.”

“What will happen to the house,” you finally ask Sheriff Foley, afraid for what he would say.

“Your momma already paid off her house and her will said that everything that’s hers goes to you. For now, the county will care for it until you turn eighteen, which is when you can inherit it.”

Hearing that should’ve made you feel better, but it didn’t because you’d have to wait so long to come back and even then, Momma still wouldn’t be here. As the two adults packed up the last of the boxes in the fancy rental car, you slipped away into your Momma’s office at the back of the first story. You slide open the doors, expecting to see her at her desk, working on her latest story like you’d done so many times before, but this time, an empty room and silence greets you.

You enter her office and hop into the big revolving chair, her favorite perfume still lingering from the morning of your birthday. You look at the desk and find something that takes your breath away: her favorite gold ink pen. One day, you’d asked her why your last name was Gould and she’d told you that your family came from a long line of goldsmiths who once made jewelry and other small things for rich people. Momma’s Daddy still worked with metal, even after the family practice was shut down, and when she said she was going to become a writer, he made her a gold ink pen to bring her good luck. You pick it up, looking at the beautiful design, and begin to tear up.

She carried it everywhere she went, so seeing it here cements the fact that she’s not coming back. Maybe if she wasn’t in a big hurry that morning, she would’ve remembered to take it with her and the accident never would’ve happened. And she’d still be here with you.

“Y/N,” the Sheriff says as he enters the office. “We finished packing everything. Are you ready to go?”

You want to say no and refuse to leave, but you know that you can’t stay here. You quietly pocket the pen and follow him to the car, where Alfred waits for you.

“Alright, son, be good for Mr. Pennyworth here. Do what he says and be a good boy like your momma taught you.” He gives you a hug and you wish it would never end, because then you’d never have to leave your home. “You’ll be back before you know it, and your home will be here waiting for you.”

A with that, you get into the car with Mr. Pennyworth and begin the drive to the airport. You use the mirror to see your house one last time, seeing it get smaller and smaller until it’s out of sight.

“I know this is sudden after the loss of your mother, but I promise Master Bruce and I will do everything we can to make Wayne Manor a home for you.”

“What’s it like?”

“The manor? It’s a large estate with a long and storied history that dates back to the early days of Gotham. There’s plenty of rooms for you to explore.”

“And what about my Daddy? What’s he like?”

“Master Bruce is a skilled businessman and one of Gotham’s biggest socialites. He’s also the adoptive father of Masters Dick and Jason.”

“He already has kids? Would they be my brothers?”

You’d heard of several of your classmates having older and younger siblings and had thought about having a brother or a sister. What would it be like to carry around someone younger than you or be care for by someone older than you.

“Master Dick would be your older brother, but he’s now living at the manor right now. He’s off finding himself right now, but I have no doubt that he’ll be back one day.”

“What about Jason?”

Mr. Pennyworth frowns at your words and you feel afraid that you’ve said something wrong.

“Master Jason would be your older brother, as well, but he was taken from us. With any luck, he and your mother have met one another.”

Oh…

“When did he go to heaven?”

“He left us a few months ago, but it feels just like yesterday.”

And with that, the talk is over. You two arrive at the airport and after the butler returns the rental car, he guides you to the gate where a private jet awaits the two of you. You can’t help but be amazed that you’re riding in a private jet that looks so much better than the ones you’ve seen on tv. You sit in one of the seats and it’s way softer than your bed.

“Master Y/N, we’re getting ready for takeoff,” the butler says as he puts his seatbelt on. “Put your seatbelt on.”

You do as you’re told and before you know it, you feel the jet begin to move. You hurry to look out the window to see everything moving past before the jet begins to fly. You stare out the window, watching Nevada, the state you’ve called home, get smaller and smaller until you’re above the clouds, unable to see anything, even the massive buildings of the Strip, which could be seen for miles.

It’s then you realize that this is real, that you’re leaving everything you’ve ever known and won’t be back for years and tears begin to fall from your face. You’ve spent the last few days crying so much that you’d think that you’d think that you would run out of tears, but apparently not. Not wanting to disturb Mr. Pennyworth, you face the window and bite your lower lip to stop making noises.

Somehow the flight seemed to be both long lasting and not long enough, because eventually, you saw a city show up below you. You squint your eyes to get a better look through the smog and see many tall buildings, all of the having those scary stone creatures you saw on a movie once.

“Welcome to Gotham City, Master Y/N.”

A/N: I’m hoping to make this a series that sees somewhat regular updates, but don’t quote me on that. I’ve been getting back into Resident Evil and I look up Yandere Batfamily stuff on this site so much it’s not even funny. Sorry if the first chapter was so long, but I thought if the first chapter was long enough, people would forgive me if future chapters are a bit lacking. Also, this series is heavily influenced by several of my favorite users, like @acid-ixx , @gotham-daydreams , @luludeluluramblings , and @darkstaria . You should totally check them all out.

[thebellearchives]

𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

~ inumaki toge // fushiguro megumi ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : at night, you and your sorcerer friend take shelter in an inn room to take care of each other’s wounds

���₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, making out, a bit suggestive maybe ?? (i’m still tagging it as fluff)

- gumi’s part: 'it’s complicated' friends to lovers, he tends to your wounds

- toge’s part : toge’s aware of your crush on him, you feel cursed energy through his kisses, onigiri ingredients in japanese, he uses harmless words at the very end, also uses cursed speech on you in the last sentence lol, you tend to his wounds

‧₊˚ a / n : wasn’t intending on posting this but anyways, this shots turned out kinda cute so, would’ve been sad to keep them to myself, also putting them together because both follow the same scenario and have many similarities

the reader feeling toge’s cursed speech was largely inspired by this 🫶🏻

also don’t question the fact that they’re in an inn room instead of the infirmary or smth okay just go with the flow bye 😭

• 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You and Megumi somehow managed to check in the room without much questioning. Entering an inn late at night looking like you just got beat up was definitely something that would raise the front desk lady’s eyebrows, but you figured you had just gotten lucky.

You closed your eyes and sighed, Megumi’s footsteps came closer. You were sitting in the kitchen counter, knees apart from each other so Megumi could stand in between and attend to your wounds just like you had done before with his. His fingers lifted your chin up so he could see better under the room’s dim light. He pressed an alcohol drenched cotton ball lightly over your left eyebrow, making you jolt.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry” he mumbled “I’m almost done.”

Your eyelids opened slowly, finding him close to you, his dark eyes fixed on your wound. You studied his face in the meantime, long lashes contrasting with his pale clear skin, yet blending with his black irises.

“Can’t believe after all this time of being friends we just had our first mission together.”

“I’m guessing Gojo wasn’t sure of what would work well for us”

“That’s not what I mean, I mean we did great!”

He scoffed in slight amusement.

“Yeah, I knew we would”

“You mean you knew because I kicked your ass the last time we sparred?” a cheeky smile appeared on your face.

“As far as I remember, I was declared the winner” he raised an eyebrow

“Small details, truthfully it was a tie.”

“Right…” Megumi decided to cut the conversation, focusing more on wiping dry blood from your skin.

Finally he exhaled, his hand moved away, examining your face carefully. A soft frown appeared on his face as his eyes fell on your lips.

“Did you cut your lip?”

“Oh? Not that I’m aware of, it doesn’t hurt.”

“It’s bloody.”

Megumi’s fingers on your chin tensed up, sliding the cotton ball over your lip and then discarding it. He tilted your head to the right, blinking and squinting. With the same hand he was holding your jaw, he swiped his thumb over the lower lip.

With widened eyes you stared at him, alarm bells suddenly going off in your head and your irregular breathing hitting his skin, his gaze fixed on the way your soft lip molded under his fingertip. Tangled thoughts raced in your head, trying to figure out the sudden change in the atmosphere and the accelerating pace of your beating heart.

“It’s not wounded” Megumi’s voice was barely audible and you noticed the way his body had just gotten as stiff as yours, probably gaining awareness of the context you were both were surrounded by: him in between your thighs, under the cover of dim lightning and the silence of the night, being the closest to one another you had ever been.

Dark eyes wandered over your mouth, following his thumb as it now slid to the other side. Hesitantly, he moved even closer until his lips hovered over yours. The anticipation that filled the room made sure to cut off both your breathing and his. But then, Megumi closed the distance between your mouths, lashes lowering and hidden feelings bursting out into the open. Megumi’s kiss was soft, and you made sure to reciprocate slowly, easing into the unknown sensation of kissing him.

When the kiss stopped he remained still. Your shaky hands slid up his shirt, fingertips grasping the fabric to keep him in place for as long as the sweet burning sensation sat on your guts. You weren't sure of what came over yourself, maybe it was the curiosity of having him as more than a friend. Maybe it was the thoughts that had constantly whispered at the back of your head how attractive you thought he was, the thoughts you had made sure to ignore and so you never acted on them. Maybe it was the thrill of crumbling his aloof and distant demeanor in between your hands.

Maybe it had been all of those things together, but you slightly and eagerly nudged your nose against his. And so he kissed you again, with a deep sigh of surrender and his hands roaming up your thighs. The sounds of kissing filled the kitchen, your tongue sliding across his tongue, his hungry mouth now fighting against your, your fists pulling from his shirt. His fingers squeezed your skin, a breathy exhale left your throat almost becoming a soft whine.

Megumi’s hands then settled on your hips, until he suddenly stopped, freezing in place and then pulling away from you to search for your eyes. You stared back in a bit of a daze.

“What…” the black haired sorcerer tried to form a coherent sentence, but it seemed like his brain for once wasn’t cooperating.

“I…” you cleared your throat, blinking a couple of times “I don’t know.”

He swallowed, trying to find words once again.

“Listen, I…”

“It’s okay” nervously you tightened your grip on his shirt, now anxious of letting him go “we don’t have to talk about this today or tomorrow. We can just… forget it happened.”

Slowly, Megumi nodded.

“We can just let it be… for tonight.”

“Yeah” you pulled him close again, his body relaxed as he followed your movement and searched for your lips once more.

“Yeah, just for tonight…”

• 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

Toge’s eyes followed you around as you picked and discarded objects from the first aid kit. At first he was annoyed at how much you had insisted on taking care of the wounds your last fight had inflicted, but at a certain point he had stopped complaining and just… stared. Now, you knew Toge wasn’t one to say much, because he couldn’t, but even when he didn’t say actual normal words he also wasn’t one to shut up. There was always some 'okaka's and 'tuna's and he would gesticulate here and there, he just had to let you know his opinion on absolutely everything. But now… he was absolutely silent.

You walked over to the kitchen counter, where he had sat down begrudgingly and now he was just lazily waiting.

“Bend over a little, will you?” you sighed, wet cotton in your hand.

His lavender eyes stared curiously, but he did as you asked and moved closer so you could reach for his face. There was a bloody scrape right next to his brow, product of a bad landing during the fight with the curse. You held your breath to gain courage and put aside your romantic feelings for the boy, then reached to cup his cheek with your left hand in order to keep him steady and started cleaning the almost dry blood.

He winced, a pitiful expression appeared on your face.

“Sorry” your voice softened “I’ll be finished soon, don’t worry, this is the last one.”

You expected him to say something, he would’ve usually just muttered a 'shake' or something, and yet he didn’t. When you were finally done you sighed once again, lowering your hands and grasping the edge of the counter.

“Alright, that’s it, why aren’t you speaking to me?” Toge raised a brow, as if your question was ridiculous to him “don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean.”

He pressed his lips against each other and then shrugged.

“Are you mad at me?” your brows almost touched, his eyes widened.

“Okaka” he immediately shook his head.

“Oh, so now you’re talking” he snorted, finally letting a small smile shine through “there’s something off, I can tell…”

He bit his lip and shrugged again, this time pointing to his head with his index.

“Thinking?”

“Shake”

“About what?”

His eyes seemed to shine in a peculiar way, trying to hold back a smirk. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that question for a while. Toge pointed at you, made a small heart with his index and thumb, and then pointed at himself. You blinked about twice, blankly.

“You’re thinking… about you and me?”

He squinted and motioned 'more less', then repeated the previous gesture: you, heart, him.

“You’re thinking…” you heart him. Suddenly your eyes widened, a blush rapidly crept up your face “you’re thinking i like you?”

Toge then grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

“Huh” you exhaled nervously, eyes shying away from him “right when i thought i was the best at understanding you seems like i still don’t get what is going on inside that head of yours.”

He chuckled, his right hand searched for his phone in his pocket and then quickly typed something up in the notes app. You just expectantly watched him as he conveyed his thoughts into written words.

“I’m not thinking you like me, i’m thinking i know you like me”

“Narcissistic much?” you quirked one of your eyebrows and he snorted “what makes you think that?”

“Just the way you look at me, and the way you act around me. Panda had pointed it out before but i’m just now thinking maybe he was right”

“I treat you just like all of my other friends!” you looked up at his eyes again, this time in defiance, but he tilted his head, raising his brows in disbelief “alright then, what have i done with you that i wouldn’t have done with anyone else?”

With a smile, Toge rubbed his cheek and then placed his index right on top of yours.

“Blushing?”

“Shake”

“You’re insinuating that I have romantic feelings for you, of course i’m gonna be embarrassed!”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. Then, he cupped your left cheek, raising your face towards his and supporting your chin with his ring finger and pinky. You frowned, quickly catching up with the fact that he was holding your face in the same way you had done just moments before.

“… I was just taking care of you…” your whisper worsened your blush.

“always”

He chuckled at your shocked expression, the sound waves of his harmless words making you shiver. It wasn’t everyday that he’d risk speaking normally.

“… well, yes, i care for you”

“a lot” you bit your lip, there was no denying that, so you swallowed your nerves and looked away, he snickered “you’re cute”

Once again the surprise froze you, the power in his voice making your body tremble, what he had said made a sweet nervous feeling flutter around your stomach. He leaned in, you held your breath. Toge placed a lovely kiss on your lips, and you delicately but firmly kissed him back, the sliding of his lips on yours enticing and elating. A soft wave of cursed energy flowed through your mouth, but the moment he slid his tongue on your lower lip and you opened your mouth it rose in intensity. You had to cling from his shirt to keep yourself steady, the moment his marked tongue brushed against yours a sharp wave of electricity ran down your throat, pulling a whimper out from your vocal chords.

He pulled back to look at you and you panicked, embarrassed.

“I’m- oh god i’m so sorry!” your face was burning red at that point “it’s just that- i can feel your cursed energy.”

His eyes widened with surprise and worry, hopping off the counter his hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Takana?!”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine” cupping his face you tried to comfort him, and it worked, he relaxed, but you pulled him closer again, your noses brushing “it felt… really nice…”

You lips searched for his, Toge smirked in amusement to your reaction, but he complied. So slowly, he kissed you again. The feeling of his energy running trough you seemed to make the blood in your veins rush in bliss, pulling sounds from the depths of your chest. Suddenly his hand slithered to the back of your head and he deepened the kiss, the mark on his tongue making contact with yours and making you gasp and jolt against his body. Toge giggled, but caught you in his arms, resting his back on the counter.

“Come on Toge, won’t you have mercy on me?” you complained, Toge shook his head slowly, and by the way he smiled you knew he was about to pull one of his stunts.

“Be louder” his lips immediately crashed back onto yours.

[literaila]

How would gojo propose? Would he be serious or would he lock in and ask 👁️👁️

there is not one single proposal. oh no.

it’s starts off fairly simple—

“you have to fold it at an angle so that it doesn’t bunch up when you—“ you glance at satoru out of the side of your eye, sighing. “are you even listening to me, satoru?”

“marry me.”

and you drop the sheet in your hands. you turn to him, eyes as wide as can be. “excuse me?”

“marry me?” he’s smiling at you, leaning down so that you’re eye to eye. “please?”

you blink at him. staring for just a moment. the laugh that falls out of your mouth next is nothing short of bewildered, disbelieving. “i can’t—“ you scoff, returning to your sheet which satoru is supposed to be learning how to fold. “no, thank you.”

he pouts. “no? why not?”

you laugh again, kissing his cheek. “nice try, baby.”

and then he stands there with his arms crossed, just staring at you for almost an hour.

or maybe it’s date night and you’re just walking down the street, and satoru points out a lantern that’s bouncing colors off of the wall, a rainbow of light on both of your faces.

and you’re walking arm in arm, just looking at each other.

“marry me,” satoru whispers, his voice lithe and warm, something tangible.

you’re already smiling at him, so you don’t stop. “are you flirting with me?”

“c’mon, just one little marriage. i’ll even buy you a cake. and a ring.”

“wow. that’s a temping offer.”

“marry me?” he repeats, stopping you so that you’re just looking at him.

looking at the light in his eyes, and the colors on his face, turning his skin all sorts of magic.

“i’m think i’m going to pass.”

he groans, almost falling into you. “why not?”

“that’s just too easy, satoru,” you say, kissing his cheek, and then you drag him along as you resume your walk.

the colors fade, and so does satoru’s dejection. your smile is too contagious for him to keep up the act for long.

but then it molds into something else—far more desperate.

you’ll just be opening the fridge, looking inside.

“did tsumiki already pack her lunch?” you’ll ask him.

and satoru will nod. “yes. marry me.”

you just roll your eyes, shutting the door.

or you’ll be in the shower and satoru knocks on the door, peeking a head in. “what time will you be ready?” he asks.

“half an hour?”

“okay…” there’s a pause.

“satoru?” you ask, when you don’t hear the door shut.

“marry me?”

you scoff. “go check on megumi.”

or you’ll be in the store and satoru will put another carton of ice cream in the cart, which you scold him for.

“put it back.”

“only if you marry me.”

“i want you to redact that sentence in the next three seconds—“

or you’ll be exorcising a curse, just finishing up, still panting when you get a phone call. “satoru?”

“marry me.”

“do you actually need something? i’m kind of busy.”

“yes. marry me.”

“i’m hanging up.”

and this goes on for months. it will spread into a year, and at some point you stop feeling guilty for rejecting him every time, and satoru stops looking sad each time you do.

it’s like a habit, some weird tradition the two of you have. you come to anticipate it. appreciate it for what it is—easy, something ridiculous.

megumi personally hates it. “she already said no,” he’ll grunt at satoru, passing him through the door. “just get over it.”

tsumiki just sits there, waiting expectantly every time like the answer will be different. but it never is.

and then there’s one day. you’re both at jujutsu high, both working, and satoru just happens to be sitting on the steps of the entrance.

it’s been a long day for him. maybe something happened with one of his students, or maybe yaga said something just to get under his skin.

or maybe it’s just one of those days—the ones where memories cling to his skin like dirt.

it’s hard being here, sometimes.

and you’ve been looking for him for twenty minutes (because you always have lunch together) when you finally find him.

“hey,” you say, hand going to his shoulder as you approach. satoru doesn’t flinch because he heard you coming. “not hungry?”

he just shakes his head.

and there’s something about him, sitting there with his legs spread out, chin resting on a hand, staring off into the distance like he’ll never be able to see far enough.

he looks like a boy, for just a moment. a boy you used to know well—a boy you fell in love with, almost a decade ago, now.

and you smile, but only a little. because it’s always been easy to be here with him, even when he’s this quiet, and even when his eyes are this haunted shade.

so you’ll sit there, sipping on some tea you brought out—a soda you brought satoru sitting between the two of you.

your thighs are just barely touching, hands inches away from each other. you could cozy up to him, remind him that everything is okay—somehow. but you won’t.

sometimes you just have to sit with it.

but eventually, you’ll start to get goosebumps for sitting outside for too long, and you can hear satoru sniffing as his nose runs.

so you sigh, looking to him. “satoru,” you whisper, voice lilted like you have a secret to share.

he looks over, face mercifully blank. “hmm?”

“will you marry me?”

and then satoru’s face stills. the air is calm, the wind shifting, and he turns right towards you.

it takes a couple of seconds, but his face is like the flash of a camera, sullen one moment, and lively the next.

his incoming smile is almost intoxicating.

“really?” he asks, almost breathless.

you laugh, moving over to him, finally wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your cold face into his neck. “next time you ask,” you tell him, “you better make it count.”

and satoru only smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

“okay,” he says.

[venerawrites]

reader and vi reunite after the bridge fight in caitlyn's room, and while caitlyn is out talking to her parents, reader and vi end up making out on caitlyn's bed...!!! (WITH INCREDIBLE HESITATION ON VI'S END BECAUSE VI DOES LIKE CAITLYN AT THIS POINT BUT IS ALSO SO GLAD TO SEE THAT READER IS SAFE. READER ALSO HAS A VENDETTA AGAINST CAITLYN AT THIS POINT SO READER GETS LOWKEY LIVID AT HAVING FOUND VI IN THE ENFORCER'S ROOM)

author's note: I may have screamed a little when I saw this request because this idea is just *chef's kiss*! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it!

warnings: nothing explicit, but it does get a bit heated toward the end, so just in case ... 18+ implied, MINORS DNI!!

Red.

That's all you could see, as you peeked through the window of Caitlyn Kiramman's bedroom. Blinding, raging red, which threatened to consume you whole and make the last thread of self-control in your body snap. Your fingers involuntarily twitched next to you, grazing the handle of your gun. A shot from here would be pretty clean, it would take that enforcer girl out straight away. One less problem for you to worry about...

Suddenly Caitlyn stood up from her bed, shaking her head while saying something to Vi. You couldn't hear her words, but a few moments later she started heading toward the door before quietly exiting the room. The pink-haired woman buried her face in her hands, running her palms up and down the bruised skin.

A few moments passed and you held your breath, trying to make out the voices coming from the open window downstairs. You leaned your head to the side, squinting your eyes as if that would help you hear better. And it must've worked, as the loud screeching of both Caitlyn and her mother arguing reached your ears.

"This whole family is a bunch of morons", you thought, rolling your eyes. Taking out the knife from your waist you pushed it between the window frame and the sill, wiggling the blade till you heard a soft click. Your fingers froze and your eyes flew immediately to Vi, checking for any reaction. She, however, seemed to be so deep into her own thoughts that she paid no mind to the soft sound that came from you breaking the lock.

Slowly you lifted the lower sash only as far as to give you enough space to squeeze into the room and with one swift move, you lifted your body with your arms, quietly dragging it inside. Scanning the room with your eyes, your whole face twisted in distaste.

Every single object in the room was worth more than all of your belongings put together, and probably more than what the majority of the people in Zaun owned. But, of course, what else could you expect from the daughter of a Councillor?

"Huh... Didn't know the rich spoiled girls were your type", you hummed, tilting your head to the side while still observing your surroundings. The sudden words startled Vi and she immediately jumped from the bed, assuming a fighting position, which relaxed as soon as she saw you.

"You...", her brows furrowed, while her eyes drank your form sitting at the window still. Once upon a time, you were everything for her - her safety, her heaven, her muse, her future... She often thought that no matter what happened, you were going to be a constant in her life. Something that she knew was hers and would always be hers.

But things and people change, and, damn, Vi should know that better than anyone else. Nothing in the Undercity was the same as it was before she was thrown in prison, and that included you. What was once the person she could confine all her secrets in was now a stranger, a mere ghost of her best friend and first crush.

"What are you doing here?"

You finally acknowledged her, your purple gaze boring into her face. "High on shimmer", noted Vi in her mind, and her fists clenched by her sides. Just like Powder, you have fallen a victim to Silco's manipulations and twisted games. He took both of you in after the explosion that night and has raised you both as his daughters, molding you into the perfect weapons of destruction. He gave you a second chance and the opportunity to start all over - something you both craved, needed even. But while Powder Jinx found comfort in her guns and trinkets, you found the same feeling in Shimmer.

"I am here for you, silly", your tone was dry and mocking, almost as if the purpose of your visit should be obvious. You swung your legs over, lowering them to the ground, before taking a few steps toward the pink-haired woman.

"I am here to take you home."

Home. The word caused a shiver to run down Vi's spine and while her brain screamed for her to step back, to create a bigger distance between you two, she stood frozen in her spot. Once she was within your reach, you lifted your hand gently placing it on her cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. Even now, when you were all grown up, she was still towering over you, and you had to look up, searching her eyes with your own.

"You are going to come home, right? To Jinx? To me?", you pressed, leaning closer.

Vi gulped, fighting the urge to lean her face against your hand. You used to do that a lot when you were younger and she was feeling stressed. Always treating her with such gentleness and love, making her feel way more beautiful and deserving of you than she actually was.

Now it was... different.

Your hands were rougher and there was no affection in these purple eyes of yours. Quite the opposite - there was something dark, something sinister, which was making her scared. Perhaps Ekko was right - you did not belong to her anymore, you belonged to Silco. The irony of you calling her sister Jinx also did not escape her - she remembered the days, when you would hug the child and scold Mylo, whispering sweet words into her hair and promising her it's not her fault that your little raid ended like this and that she would never "jinx" anything.

"You need to go."

What was supposed to be a command came out like a broken plead. The small smile that you had on your face quickly dropped and you furrowed your brows, the movement of your thumb against her cheek stopping.

"But I just got here", you let out a dry chuckle, before stepping around Vi and plopping yourself on the large bed behind her. The feeling of the satin sheets felt so smooth, that you could not fight the urge to lean back and sink in their comfort. Closing your eyes, you stretched your arms above your head and sighed in satisfaction. So this is how the rich bastards from Piltover lived, huh?

"Caitlyn will come back any second-"

Vi was interrupted by the angry huff that left your lips when you heard the enforcer's name. Your body suddenly raised in a seated position, a newfound spark of anger and frustration written all over your face.

"Why did you not look for me?"

The woman raised her brows confused.

"What?"

Your position shifted once again so you were now on your knees, leaning forward while glaring at her with a mix of hurt and fury.

"You claim you came for Jinx, but that is not true, is it? You came with a damn enforcer to look for that weird crystal!", your voice became louder and louder with each word, "And not even for one second you thought about me! You didn't even care if I was dead or aliv-"

A large hand pressed against your lips silencing you. Vi, which so far looked somewhat composed, was now having her lips twisted in a snarl.

"Don't you dare!", she growled, her voice low and bitter, "I turned the whole city upside down to try and find YOU and Powder! Every single day, every damn minute I thought of you and prayed for you to be alive! So don't you dare saying I didn't care!"

Her fingers trembled against your mouth and her grip loosened. You watched her head fall down while she took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions that was swirling inside of her chest. On one hand, she knew she should not entertain your little games. You were not the sweet and kind-hearted girl you were years ago, and the way you fought Ekko was proof of that. On the other hand, however, the memories of her love for you kept flooding her mind, making it hard to distinguish what were her real feelings and what was just fragments of her imagination.

Pulling her hand away, she kneeled on the ground next to the bed, pressing her forehead against your leg.

"The only reason why I survived all these years in prison was because of you. I thought...", she got quiet for a few seconds, trying to choose the right words. She had so much to say, so much to share, but were you actually willing to listen?

"I thought that if I ever had the chance to see you again, it would be just like it was years ago. That we would pack our stuff and leave this cursed place forever. I imagined us in a small house next to a coast somewhere, waking up late every morning, because none of us could let go of each other's warmth. Our house would have a small garden, full with all the flowers and vegetables you told me you wanted to grow."

As you listened to her, your expression gradually softened and your hand found its way to the top of her head. You gently stroked her short locks, the image of what could've been slowly coming together in your mind.

"We would also have a dog... and two cats, because you love cats. You would make me a blueberry pie for my birthdays and I would start a local job, so we can save money to go and visit one of these tourist islands you kept reading in the newspaper about", Vi stared at the blank wall ahead, mind lost in this imaginary life. She had dreamed about it so many times, sometimes it felt almost real.

Your fingers stopped massaging her scalp and instead slid from her hair to her jaw, lifting her face, so she could look at you. And then, just for a moment, you were the same girl Vi remembered and fell in love with. There was the same gentle smile on your face, the same loving touch, the same mischievous spark in your now strange eyes.

"Who said we can't still have that?", you whispered, grazing her lips with your thumb, before leaning toward her, "All you have to do is come home, Vi... Come with me and I will be yours. Only yours."

The lie fell so smoothly from your lips and while she knew you were not sincere, she pushed her doubt and mistrust aside, instead choosing to cling to your promise and allow herself to believe there was still hope.

Pushing herself from the floor, she grasped your face in her hands before pressing her lips against yours. The kiss was nothing like the few sweet pecks you had shared before - now it was messy, harsh, and rough, a battle for dominance between you and her. She slowly climbed on top of you, while pushing you back against the mountain of pillows on the bed, not breaking the contact even for a second. Her hands gripped your own, slamming them above your head, while she continued to suck and bite your bottom lip. Filled with a new dose of adrenaline, you let her take control, while arching your back and trying to get as close as possible to her.

Suddenly, the image of Caitlyn flashed in front of her eyes and she pulled away, panting heavily. She shouldn't be doing this, especially not with you and especially not here... Before she can let go of you completely, however, you wrapped your legs around her waist, bringing her back to you.

"Vi...", the name sounded like a sinful prayer falling from your red and swollen lips, "I missed you so much!"

Against her better judgment, she closed her eyes, pressing her lips against yours once again, this time licking them with her tongue as a request for her to finally be able to taste you. And once you granted your permission, she didn't waste even a second, exploring your mouth and satisfying her craving. You whined and moaned below her, moving your body under hers in a way to try and get as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. She stilled her tongue for a few seconds and you immediately grabbed the opportunity to suck on it, while rolling your eyes in pleasure.

Her hands released yours and instead, they grabbed your hips, trying to control your movements. Her mouth started pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, slowly sliding down your neck and you could do nothing else, other than turn your head to the side and give her more space.

Somewhere deep inside, Vi knew this was wrong. You were not hers anymore and no matter what sweet promises you made, you were never going to turn against Silco. Zaun was a place where you thrived, why would you ever escape from there? And while she was trying to hold onto your past memories together, she couldn't lie to herself anymore by saying her heart still belonged to you. Because it didn't. There was a good and kind girl, who liked her and accepted her for who she is.

And what did Vi do? Make-out with her ex-crush on her bed.

You, on the other hand, did not have any internal struggles or questions about how morally right or wrong was your current situation. As you stared at the door, which was slightly open, your eyes locked with those of Caitlyn and you couldn't help but grin at her, burying your hands in Vi's hair while she still marked your neck.

She was yours. Only yours.

cc artwork: JunNing Chen

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Summary: You beg Bucky for ten more minutes in bed with you. Pairing: Bucky x f!reader Word count : 1.5k Warnings: fluff

This was the exact reason he hadn’t wanted a phone. The infernal sound that was coming out of it often made him regret the need for the obnoxious device.

Bucky moaned as he reached over to snatch the offending gadget from its place on the nightstand to silence the alarm before…

“No,” you begged shamelessly, slipping your arm around his bare torso in a feeble attempt to keep him from climbing out of your shared bed. “Staaay.” This time, your plea was laced with tiny kisses pressed repeatedly against his shoulder blade.

Who was Bucky to say no to such a pretty plea? Normally you were enveloped so far in the arms of Morpheus, that his alarm barely roused you from slumber, but today you were surprisingly determined to keep him in your arms.

Naturally, Bucky let you encircle him, hating that he had to be the responsible voice in the bed that morning. “Doll, I have to-”

He was silenced by your soft fingertip across his lips in an effort to hold his objection had the chance to gain any momentum.

“Come on, Buck. Just this once, pleeeeeease?” you pouted and whined. "Ten minutes."

Bucky rolled his eyes in response to your theatrics and sighed dramatically for your benefit. “I have to go take a shower, or I’ll be late to meet Sam.”

Your arms tightened around him, nuzzling into his ear, unable to hide the grin which had spread across your face. He could feel your cheek rise with your smile against the back of his neck and he could tell how determined you were to keep him exactly where he was. Should he just be resigned to his fate?

“Just ten more minutes, Bucky!”

Wistfully he glanced down at the phone in his hands and then to your arm around his waist. Using the tip of his flesh finger, he delicately traced a line from your elbow down to your wrist and lingered on the back of your hand. His touch tickled your skin, making you wriggle closer towards his back. 

Bucky considered his morning routine, all the tasks that he completed before heading out to save the world with Sam. What surprised him was how much he actually looked forward to the time with a man who he had found extremely irritating. That wasn't to say that Sam was any less irritating now, but he would probably miss being called tin man and cyborg if he stopped hearing them. Not to mention that his mother had taught him the importance of being punctual to meetings, professional or social alike.

His thoughts of Sam were pushed aside as your lips continued their gentle assault on the back of his neck, your sweet voice pleading with him and bribing him with your affections. He made an attempt to rise, but you moved your hand up over his chest, splaying your fingers across his sternum and pressing yourself against his back so that he pulled you up along with him as he sat up in bed.

You continued to litter kisses down his spine, pressing your lips along the bony staircase on his back. An involuntary sigh escaped Bucky’s mouth, reveling in the feeling of your soft plump lips on his skin. Then, to your immense surprise, he gave in to your entreaties.

"Just ten minutes, okay?"

You nodded, your chin tapping his shoulder with each oscillation. He didn't want to spend the next ten minutes checking how long he had, so he delegated the task to the dreaded device which kept him from his best girl. 

10:00

He entered the time on his phone, putting it down as the clock started counting down.

09:59

09:58

09:57

09:56

Bucky lay back down, not daring to entertain sleep, but there was no reason he couldn't be comfortable. He fluffed his pillow before settling back into it, smiling as he felt the weight of your head in his chest. 

Happily, you settled into your favorite place, your spot, snuggled under Bucky's arm. No matter your surroundings, you always felt at home squashed between his arm and chest. Bucky always thought that you were the perfect shape, molded, created just for him. 

He marveled at how your face fit into the hollow of his neck, smiling at the way you ghosted your lips against his Adam's apple, how your abdomen pressed against his side, how you let him curl his vibranium arm around your back and hold you as close as he could. He delighted in the sensation of your thigh on his as you draped your leg over his, then under in a tangled mess until he couldn’t tell where one of you began or the other ended. Not that he wanted to, he was happiest when you were together, unified.

Bucky looked down as you heaved a contented sigh, a rush of warm air blew across his chest. He brushed a few stray strands from your face, fingertips grazing your temple. He waited with bated breath for your reaction, relaxing as you snuggled closer under his touch, urging him to comb his strong fingers through your tresses.

Gods, you were beautiful.

Bucky already knew that, but sometimes it washed over him, bowling him over like a powerful wave. He remembered the first time he had caught a glimpse of your beautiful smile, your luscious locks framing your face with utmost perfection. You were wearing a floral jumpsuit, an item of clothing you'd had to explain to him. Your eyes had sparkled with mirth as you'd regaled him with details of newfangled fashion notions. He saw the passion behind your eyes as they shone with the brightness of a thousand suns. He knew he'd be able to spend hours listening to you talk and laugh about shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. 

It made him smile, picturing the first day of his new life, a life with you where he was begged for an extra ten minutes of his time. You couldn't make it any easier for him, to appreciate everything you offered him. What was ten minutes in return.

Bucky pressed his nose onto the top of your head, getting a whiff of the citrus shampoo you always used, fresh from washing your hair the previous evening. He loved how you would send him off on his missions with a few drops of your favorite perfume on one of his handkerchiefs. It amused you that he kept them, but was glad that you could send him off with something that reminded him of you.

He didn't think it was possible but you wiggled in even closer, your arm pulling on his other side. Carefully, Bucky reached over to cover your bare shoulder with the duvet. Despite the chill in the room, it was you, always you that offered warmth to the depths of his soul.

He noticed how your breath had started evening out, slower, deeper. He could feel your heart beating against his chest, its strong steady rhythm grounded him, kept him from losing himself to the wildness of his wintery thoughts. He felt calm, the morning bird’s chirpy melody seemed to have faded into the distance, your warmth enveloped his being, how…

This reverie was cut short by his alarm going off again.

Devastation could be the only apt way to describe how Bucky felt in that moment. This proved the point he had known about phones.  But what broke his heart the most was the whimper that left your lips as he reached out to stop the antagonizing sound. He knew how much worse your reaction would be when he tried to get out of bed.

Bucky knew that as soon as he left the warmth of your shared bed, you would huddle deeper into it, wrap your arm around his pillow, a poor substitute for his majestic form. He knew what his day had in store for him, the violence he saw, the fear, the depravity of humankind. Every morning he would crave those extra ten minutes before facing the madness the world had to offer. Ten minutes with you in the Elysian Fields would never really be quite enough.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different today. It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. He had done the same for the last few days. There was no reason today should be any different. But it was different. Today's start would have to wait.

“Ten more minutes.”

This time, the words were Bucky's. He held you as though his life depended on it. And in a way it did. He was nothing without you. 

Naturally, you did not object, instead, you tangled yourself back around him even tighter than you had before. Feeling elated by his change of heart, Bucky proceeded to pepper your face and forehead with a storm of sweet kisses, even letting his eyelids flutter shut when you slid hands up his back to bring yourself nearer.

Sam could wait. Ten more minutes with you would be well worth it.

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 3

You woke to bird song and smiled contentedly, rolling over to try to catch another glimpse at your husband. You found only an empty bed. You began to stretch up out of bed and reflect on last night, as if it hadn’t been keeping you awake and even seeping into your dreams. ~Stay out of my head~ you had told Sandor in your mind, but whenever you tried to think of puppies or flowers or children, all of your familiar sweet dream things, you would turn back and watch him sleep.

Just as your feet hit the floor, Anna knocked at your chamber door and entered the next second. She rushed over to you with quiet footsteps, scanning you and seeing that you were still in your evening dress.

“Are you hurt, m’lady?” Concern coated every word and she placed gentle hands on your cheeks. You placed your hands atop hers and smiled, finding comfort in how much she cared for you.

“I’m fine, Anna. He didn’t hurt me, and he won’t hurt you.”

“But (y/n) how can you say that when the bruises are still fresh?” She asked and you were reminded of his grip on your throat the night you were supposed to consummate.

”I just… I’m certain.” You assured.

She nodded softly. Perhaps if you were a handmaiden like her she would have argued further, but now you had at least some sense of nobility. You were a part of the Clegane house now, and that meant a lot more than your original name. You admired Anna’s spirit and compassion as she dressed you. You considered her a true friend, and wanted to tell her everything as you would have told your sister. Sandor’s words stopped you though. You wondered as she tightened your corset if it was true; that she would sell you out to improve her circumstances. Perhaps you would if you were in her position.

“Must have been hard to sleep with that on all night… Though if I had to sleep next to the hound I wouldn’t want to undress either. He seemed very angry… Normally he’s all stoic and,” she molded her face to scowl like his and you laughed, “but that’s one of the only times I’ve ever seen him truly angry…. How did you get him to calm down?” She wondered aloud.

You tried to sort through stories in your head as quickly and naturally as possible. “I yelled back.” You finally shrugged, admitting the truth. She laughed in disbelief and brought a hand up to hide her mouth.

“Lady Clegane you ARE a fiery one.”

You blushed at her comment. “Well there were some tears that followed that fire…” you watched her make the bed and your stomach growled. “Would you like to break fast with me?”

She smiled brightly at you. “If you don’t fear it then I don’t either.”

The two of you dined and laughed together that morning and you felt hope for the first time that this prison you’d been damned to could actually make you happy. After your meal, you invited her on a walk through the gardens. You nearly ran into Cersei Lannister as you swiveled around a hedge.

“Your grace, I—“

“Ah, my dear lady Clegane… Leave us.” She looked at Anna as though she were rubbish littering her gardens. Anna looked between the two of you before saying lowly “I won’t go too far.”

You held your breath and curtsied. You had to wonder by her charming expression if the queen mother hated you for what you had to said about her, and how you had disrespected her son.

~Of course she does, why wouldn’t she!~

“And how is that husband of your treating you?” She asked smirking, taking your arm in hers and creating more distance between you and Anna. “I see you’re up and walking, it is a little disappointing.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion before remembering what Anna had told you about the soreness that came after intercourse. “Yes, well—“

“Maester Pycelle showed us the sheets himself. It was a bloody thing, he almost came to check on you but Joffrey forbade it. Sometimes my son can be overly cruel… Were it up to me, I would have just cut your throat and be done with it.” She dropped the threat so casually it made your mouth run dry. “But, here we are. I do hope your marriage to the hound lasts for many years to come..”

“I’m sorry, Queen Cersei… I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Oh don’t be an idiot.” She stopped walking and faced you. “You know you’re not, I know you’re not. Perhaps you are sorry for how you’ve ended up, the horrors you find yourself enduring with that beast on top of you… But you said it, in front of everyone. Own it. And own your punishment.” Her eyes fell to the ground. “Marriage can feel suffocating… I should know. It can feel like the death of yourself, because it is. From now until the end you will always be Lady Clegane. An extension of HIM. Something for him to fuck when he’s drunk or angry or doesn’t want to pay for it… Robert was a great killer in his day. It gave him nobility. Clegane is an even better killer but you know what it’s given him?” She began walking again, trusting you’d follow. “Next to nothing. Because he frightens, because he’s charmless, because of that nasty deformity on his face. People wrote songs about Robert, but they tell scary stories about your husband…” Her gaze grew distant, as if remembering. “Deep down every man wants to kill things because then they are completely his… the hound is different. The pleasure he takes from killing… I’ve heard tales that make even my blood run cold. That’s why I bought him. He will protect my son from all the cruelty the world can spew at him by lashing back horrors only he could come up with.” Now her eyes were daggers and they were pointed at you.

“You will never have love in your life with a man like that so close to you, and that, my dear, is punishment enough.”

She had taken your hand again at some point in her monologue and now she offered it a squeeze and a pat. She released you and turned to walk back into the red keep.

“You grace?” You called. “I’d like to pick some flowers…” you said it casually, to emphasize that you were not afraid of her. “May I do so here or may I be permitted beyond the walls?”

Cersei smiled in her conniving way as she looked you up and down, and nodded. “Take what you need, girl.” Before disappearing behind the protection of two large guards.

You turned swiftly and found Anna’s face peeking out behind one of the hedges. “Help me pick some roses.” You said, covering for the awkwardness of the situation with a smile.

11 roses later and you were back in your chambers. Anna and you plucked each of the petals off casually and gathered them in a cloth. There was a joust or some other horrible display going on today and you could hear the distant music and crowds from your window. You wondered if Sandor and his master were in attendance.

“I actually feel sorry for Sandor.”

“Who?” Anna said absentmindedly, pricking her thumb on a thorn.

You blew a harsh breath through your nose at the realization that even she didn’t know his real name. “The Hound?? My husband??”

“Oh!” She made a face. “I don’t much care for the name. Why would you feel sorry for that dog?” You narrowed your eyes at her insults and she raised her hands up in surrender, causing your stare to break into a soft smile. “He’s stuck with Joffrey all day. He’s been that way for years. Hell, if I had to put up with that little shit’s demands, his nasty attitude, I’d probably have a scowl like that too.”

Anna giggled. “Probably.” She sighed, finishing her roses and walking over to the window to lean out of it and try to see the event. “Still, he got the much nicer end of your bargain. He gets a beautiful virgin to terrorize in whatever ways he sees fit, all because you said what everyone was thinking.”

You looked down and the empty stems in your lap and sighed. “The Hound does not think me beautiful… And he even did not think me a virgin. Have you heard, that people say my father and I—“

“Nonsense. I know it, he knows it, Maester Pycelle sure knows it. When a pretty girl is lowborn, people make up all kinds of awful shit about her.”

You nodded, eyes still down at your lap.

“The Hound—Sandor— would have to be blind if he didn’t think you’re beautiful. And that wouldn’t make him a very good guard dog…” She came over to you and touched your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”

“Yes… you wish to go to the tournament don’t you?” She nodded biting her lip. “Come with me, I know a guard who will let us out”

“No, I have no desire for it. Could you help draw me a bath though first?”

You enjoyed your time alone that day and tried not to count all the hours that you were waiting for your husband. It felt as though much more time had passed than the previous night and you were growing impatient. You studied your reflection and considered Anna’s words. ‘He would have to be blind if he didn’t think you were beautiful’ she had said. You wished it were true. You had been feeling so ugly lately, and now that the swelling had moved on, you decided to take the day to beautify yourself. You did not need Anna’s help, in fact you preferred to pamper yourself as you always had. Your makeup suited the lowlight of the fire and you brushed your hair a hundred more times. You wore a simple silk dress, one that would be far more comfortable to sleep in, and waited for your man. You hoped one day he could be proud to have you.

The chamber door opened and you couldn’t help but smile as you spun around in your seat. It fell though as your husband came into full view. He was bloodied, and his face mean.

“Sandor, are you hurt?!” You leapt up into action, racing over to him. He flinched away from your touch and growled out

“I’m fine woman. It’s not my blood.” Your eyes widened. “I’m glad.”

His expression read confusion. “Thank you for coming to me again tonight.”

“I’ve got to sleep somewhere don’t I? ‘Sides, I mad you a promise.”

You nodded in agreement and continued looking him over. “Still, you must have slept somewhere else the night before…”

“I wasn’t sleeping.” He answered as if that was the end of the explanation. The way he looked at you, you decided not to pry. For the first time you felt beautiful under his gaze. “You smell good.”

A shiver of joy ran up your spine at the compliment, and like you always do, you jumped right into rambling.

“Thank you! It’s rose water! I bathe in it whenever I can. It’s been said to keep the skin soft and youthful, though truthfully I just enjoy the scent.. Here!” You offered up your wrist to the big man and blushed at the size difference between you. He looked at you like you were crazy before slowly leaning down to your wrist and inhaling the scent. He closed his eyes for a moment before walking past you without a word. He cleared his throat and began to undo his armor once again.

“When’s the last time you had a bath?” “saying I stink, girl?” “Did I say that out loud?” You quipped and he turned to you and snarled.

“I don’t mean to offend, but you look like you’ve had a hard day, and a bath always makes me feel better.”

“It’s too late for that”

“I could help you.”

“I don’t need your help to wash my own ass.”

“I meant bring you the water, fill the tub, clean your armor… please?” He considered you for a moment, eyes roaming over your body.

Finally he nodded. “Fine girl, since you beg so sweetly.” he mocked but you still smiled. You raced over to the string that would ring the bell in Anna’s chamber and the two of you conspired to sneak around gathering hot water for Sandor’s bath.

“I can’t believe he’s making you do this!”

“He’s not.”

“Then why are you—“

“This will go a lot faster if you don’t ask questions, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow!” Sandor stood in the corner and watched as the two of you filled the tub again until Anna was dismissed. Sandor locked the door and then started blowing out candles you had lit. He watched you from the corner of his eye as he passed by the bathroom again to extinguish the largest fire.

You were sitting on the edge of the tub, stirring the water with your hand, dress hugging your hourglass figure, and all of it was illuminated by the glow of the moon pouring through the bathroom window.

He felt nervous. Bathing was something he did very rarely, and never in front of another person. But he couldn’t exactly kick you out into the hall. He didn’t trust the people outside this room. He took a deep breath and entered the bathroom.

“Out.” He commanded, and though you tried to hold back a frown, you obeyed. Sandor removed his shirt and his boots and you scurried back in, causing his heartbeat to quicken. “What are you—“ “I almost forgot!” You said before pouring half a small bottle into the steaming water.

Sandor grabbed your arm to stop you. “Woman what do you think you’re doing?!”

“Well you said you liked the way I smelled—“

“Bitch, you’ve gone and ruined my bath with roses? I’m a man, a man shouldn’t smell like fucking flowers!”

You smiled a little in spite of his grip on you. “Which is why it isn’t oil of rose in this bottle!” You grabbed the bottle with your free hand and brought it to his nose to smell. “It’s from cloves and cinnamon, you brute.” You raised your eyebrows as he inhaled and didn’t completely reject it. He frowned and released your wrist.

“Out.” He said again.

“Fine.” You replied, sneaking a moment as you slowly retreated to admire his chest; big and strong and covered in dark hair. “Do let me know if you desire company.” You say on the edge of the bed, listening and trying to picture yourself in the room with him.

“What I desire,” you heard the shuffle off more clothes and you blushed, covering your mouth to prevent a squeal. ~HES NAKED!!~ your heart sang. “is some peace and fucking quiet…” and the bath water sloshed against the sides of the tub. After a moment, he continued. “Been listening to that fucking brat all day.”

Your hand dropped from your mouth and you called out in surprise, turning to face the wall that hid your man. “You… you don’t like Joffrey?”

“Hate the fucker.”

You were overjoyed and stood up to pace. All you wanted to do was talk to him about everything but you were silent, granting him the quiet he asked for. Meanwhile in the bathroom Sandor was listening intensely to you on the other side of the wall as well. He heard your nervous footsteps pacing back and forth and smiled. He cupped the water in his hands and brought it up to wet his face and sighed in relief. He would never had thought to do this for himself, but he was grateful that you did. He looked down in the water and decided that, since it was so dark in the shadow of the tub, you could enter again. {Only to stop her pacing} he thought.

“Oh for fucks sake, princess, come in and tell me what’s on your mind.”

You peeked your head around the corner, hair falling over your shoulder. “Really?”

Your expression made Sandor want to smile again but he fought it, instead resorting to lay his head back and close his eyes.

You eagerly entered the room and told him of your interaction with Cersei today, choosing to leave out the cruel things she said about him. “I don’t believe she endorses what Joffrey’s doing, the way he’s behaving it’s like he’s out of her control. She said she’d have cut my throat and be done with it, but Joffrey was much crueler.” Sandor’s face hardened but he kept his eyes screwed shut.

“Her other children are said to be kind and beautiful… I suppose there are faces even a mother cannot love and Joffrey has one of them.” It was then that you realized that with his eyes closed, you might be able to approach. You felt almost perverted, but your curiosity got the better of you. You had never seen a naked man before, and you were now so attracted to Sandor that you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to join him in that bath, be held by him.

Your feet carried you forward slowly as you spoke. “It angers me that you have to live your life for that family, for that boy, especially now knowing you hate him too..”

“Careful, girl.” He said warily, peeking open one eye as he felt your approach. “Why?” You stopped then, but still looked down at him sweetly. “Because you bite?” You recalled. You imagined being bitten by him. You moved forward. “You going to sink your teeth into my other thigh?”

Your husbands eyes snapped open at this and he sat up a bit turning his head to face you, shock and something else plastered across it.

“I’m not afraid of you.” you nearly whispered as you sank down beside him and rested your arms on the edge of the tub.

“You should be.” “Why? You won’t hurt me…”

“Oh yes I would. So you best not get close, princess.” You gasped, putting a hand to your chest and reaching out your other to place a finger on his chest. “Oh no, I’ve done it now.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion at you and felt nervous at your gentle touch.

“Go on, bite.” You offered up your limp wrist jokingly. Surprisingly, Sandors hands shot up out of the water and grabbed your arm, holding it tightly in place.

“I’ll pull you in this water with me, girl.” You blushed and smiled and he was shocked that his threat had that effect on you. Could you truly be excited by the prospect? “Ah yes. To be in such close proximity with a strong handsome man is truly a fate worse than death.” You mocked your punishment.

“Who you callin’ handsome?” His grip loosened and you wiggled your hand out to point to his chest again.

“You, Sandor Clegane. You are handsome.” And you meant every word.

He frowned again and sighed, trying to lay back down into the water. You walked away and he felt a pang of regret. When you returned from the counter, you got back down on your knees beside him and dipped the sponge into the water. He watched as you rang it out. “Will you tell me about your day? Whose blood is that?”

He reflected for a moment, choosing what to say as you brought the sponge to his chest and began to rub. “No one of your concern.”

You nodded; though you weren’t satisfied you had resolved that this was the most details your husband would give willingly. “May I have your arm?” He sat up again and studied your face as you gently washed his arm with care.

“It was just some of my fellow members of the kingsguard.” He said the word with disdain. “Happened off duty in a tavern.” You glanced up at him as he spoke but didn’t want to jinx how freely he was speaking to you so you continued your work on his large arm.

“You’ve nothing more to worry about. They won’t be speaking ill of you or your family anymore.”

You paused and now focused your gaze on his. “You killed them for me?”

“Killed one, bloodied the others. Gossiping like women they were, the fucking rats. Now they know better…” he concluded, eyes locked on yours as he spoke. You surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck in an embrace. He pushed you away, “Fuck was that?!” “A-A hug?” “I know that! Why’d you do it?!” “Because I…” you felt embarrassed and backed away but he grabbed your arm again. “I don’t know, I just wanted to, I’m sorry…”

The top of your dress had gotten wet in the struggle and he could see the way the silk caressed your breasts, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. “I can do the rest myself.” He ordered as he felt the familiar twitch beneath the water.

You stood up embarrassed and ashamed. “Alright.” You offered peace as you left the room. Your eyes welled with tears but you blinked them away. You feared whatever progress you had made with the man was now all worthless. You had crossed his boundaries, been too forward, and it put him off you. You sighed and walked over to pour yourself a small glass of wine. It was a long time before Sandor came out of the bathroom, and without the fire you grew cold and tired. You pulled the cape he had given you the night before from the closet and wrapped it around your body, it perfectly engulfed you. Your eyes began to close before you heard him clear his throat.

“Are you coming to bed.” He asked, standing beside it with a towel wrapped around his lower half. As much shame as you felt about it, the sight of him like that certainly woke you up.

“Do you want me to?” You asked, still all wrapped up in his cape.

He grumbled, “Sleep in the chair for all I care.”

You took it as an instruction, and so you nodded. “Goodnight, Sandor. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You turned away from him to your original position, settling back down and closing your eyes. “I was too familiar with you and I forgot my place in your life—“

“Oh shut up.” His gruff voice startled you as it sounded right above you.

Your eyes snapped open and you saw he had extended a hand to you. Hesitantly you took it and he pulled you up quickly, making you gasp. You were right in front of him now, and you were reminded of your wedding night. You looked up at him through your lashes, his hair dripped between your bodies, and he looked down at you, expression soft.

“On the bed.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you felt a jolt of pleasure go right between your thighs. You nodded, eyes not leaving his, and walked to the bed. You laid down against the pillows, knees bent, and watched him rifle through the closet, towel only held up by one hand. Your eyes did their best to see in the dark as he finally selected a new pair of breeches and dropped the towel. He dropped the towel and quickly pulled the bottoms on. You prayed he didn’t put a shirt on. He turned and took a couple of steps toward you, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“You think me handsome?”

You nodded slowly, unsure where this was going. “Yes, ser.”

“Not ser.”

“Yes my lord…”

You could see his face more clearly now in the moonlight, and watched him grin. “You dream of my pretty face?” He stalked toward your side of the bed and you tried not to squirm under his gaze.

“Of your handsome face.. yes..”

He climbed on top of the bed and began to crawl to you on all fours. Another time when you felt incredibly small compared to him. Your heart felt like it was about to beat outside of its cage. “Do you wish I would touch you?” He asked hotly, at last up by your face. “Sink my teeth into your thigh, that’s what you said…”

His face dipped closer to yours and you let out a small, uncontrollable moan at his words. You closed your eyes in embarrassment and slid down the bed a little. “I asked you a question, princess.”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Aw, cats finally got your tongue.” He held himself up with one arm and brought his opposite hand up to your lip as he ran his thumb across it. Your brain was too frazzled by the moment to think clearly; there was only instinct left.

You boldly stuck your tongue out and licked a small stripe across the tip of his thumb and he inhaled sharply. He opened his eyes again at you, surprised, but did not protest as you moved your mouth to wrap around his thumb and suckle. He even moved it in and out of your mouth and his breathing shuttered. You felt wetness begin to pool between your thighs.

“Do you tease me on purpose?” He asked quietly. You weren’t sure how to answer so you only continued your ministrations on his thumb. He let out a heavy breath and pulled back, taking his hand away from you. He sat up on his knees and you could see the tent forming in his pants.

“How long have you wanted me?”

You blushed and sat up a bit yourself. “Since the first night we spent together…”

“A lie.” He said coldly. “I saw how scared you were when I ripped off your dress.”

“I didn’t know you… I thought you were going to hurt me like Joffrey said to… but later,” you nearly cringed at your admission, “I dreamt about you…”

He only watched you, breathing through his mouth in disbelief. “Do you really think me ugly?” You asked finally.

He narrowed his eyes at you and questioned, “Who told you that?”

“When you didn’t want me, I just—“

“I think you’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid eyes on…” slowly he leaned down again, hovering above you. You breathed in his clean scent and trembled. He scanned your face and you felt the biggest emotion you’d had this far.

“You know you’ve never kissed me…”

“Aye..” he agreed, eyes darting to your lips. “Sandor.. please?” You begged in a whisper and his lips enveloped yours in a second.

The kiss was hot and crushing, and his scruff felt perfect against your face. You opened your mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck once again to pull him closer, as if that were possible. Your heart beat erratically and you grew breathless from his kisses, airy moans leaving your mouth every time he pulled back for only a second.

“Do you really want me?” His voice was thick, and he seemed breathless as well as he pulled back and hovered a few inches above your face.

You cupped his face as your eyes memorized every line in his face. “I want you, Sandor. I need you!” You said in desperation, and in that moment nothing was more true. You leaned your head up and claimed his lips again with your own, and he returned the passion from before.

TO BE CONTINUED

[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 30 ~ Edging

Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB! Reader

Summary: Lord Sukuna decides to punish you.

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Lord Sukuna couldn't stop staring at you.

When he left you alone to your own devices, that was the time he took to finally look at you. To take in your lovely eyes, full lips, rounded cheeks. He didn’t want to stare at you like this while you were with him. Or else he had to kill you.

Every time he stared, his heart did a strange beating. A feeling he's hardly felt during his time as king of the curses. It always went away when he was out raiding villages and slaughtering innocents. But it came back when his eyes laid upon you.

You were the problem.

You had to be punished. For being this beautiful. It's why Sukuna bounded you to his bed, not letting you escape as he played with your cunt. Your core soaked, but he didn't let you cum once.

When your back arched, your moans getting louder, Sukuna pulled his hand away. A smirk plastered on his face while you sob in disappointment. Your hips bucking upwards to have him put his hand back. So needy. So desperate.

“This is what you get.”

“Huh? Wha?” His thick fingers pushed himself inside you, earning your lips being parted. Even now, Sukuna’s breath hitched, his heart beating loudly in his ears and it bordered along annoying. He licked his lips watching yours remain open for him, desperate to kiss you.

That would show his feelings. Sukuna rarely has feelings for pitiful creatures such as yourself.

But his heart burned when you clutch his forearm, eyes misty from tears.

“I wanna come. Please…”

He scoffed, “Are you begging?”

“Please…” Your hands skim over his forearm, an attempt to soothe him. Unashamedly, his hardened cocks jump at your touch. It makes Sukuna pull away all together, your cries hard to ignore.

Almost similar to a wounded animal. You might as well be if you didn’t get what you want.

“Be quiet.”

His robes were gone. His hand grabbing your calf to pull you to the edge of the bed. Your feet up in the sky before he pushed inside you. A cry emerged, one filled with satisfaction. You were finally getting what you want. But he didn't want you to enjoy it completely. That's why a hand covered your mouth to silence your cries.

“Do you know how pitiful you sound?”

In any other moment, you might have been insulted. But you were far gone with your eyes rolled back, cunt easily taking him in. Your walls convulsing around him. Sukuna huffed, the vibration from your moans shooting to his cock. Some of his seed leaking from the tip. Your saliva coating his palm, but he'd rather have that in his mouth.

There you were making out with his palm. Sucking on his lips and tongue while he continued to fuck you. A disgusting creature you were, doing something like this with him. Sukuna shivered, angling himself to piston your slippery cunt. Your moans got louder, messier. He knew you were close as you faltered on your kisses, your back creating that signature arch.

Sukuna thought you had enough punishments, allowing you to let go finally. Your orgasm much powerful. Your cunt molded around his cock while you cried out for him, your arousal making a huge stain on his bed sheets. It was so strong that you became unresponsive. Body twitching and trembling. Eyes shut.

Quickly, he checked for your pulse. Ignoring the leap of his heart you passed out. Only for a sigh of relief to release once he felt it. This wasn't the first time Sukuna had made women pass out from his advances, but this was the first time being worried about it.

Still hard, he pulled out and made sure you were comfortable in his bed. Your head gently resting along his gigantic pillows. Just once, he was going allow you to rest.

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don't tease — jung wooyoung

0.1K MILESTONE EVENT ⟢ CLOSED fem!reader , afab!reader , smut but kinda not full on smut (still explicit sexual content tho , cw : pet names (baby, pretty girl) , wc: 0.9K , uhm here you go babe ! @jaehunnyy good luck ily <3 MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

parties aren’t necessarily your thing, but oftentimes, you still love what they bring; attention. and not just any attention, but attention from your boyfriend. it’s not that he neglects you by any stretch at other times, it’s just that the neon lights and fancy clothes are a guarantee that he wants you. 

he’s never subtle about it either, his hands are always on you, slipping just far enough in certain places to make you flustered. he presses kisses to your neck and the soft spot behind your ear and makes his friends cringe at all the physical contact. but he doesn’t care; he loves it so much, and he knows that you do too. 

and tonight he just looks so goddamn fine in that black tank top and the big chain necklace that sits right at the base of his neck, that you can’t hold back yourself. off in a corner with minimal eyes to pry, you press a quick kiss to his collarbone because he’s just far too irresistible.

“baby?” he sounds a touch surprised, which is warranted considering your usually shyer nature. there’s teasing in his voice as well, because he’s been very aware of the way you’ve been staring at him since the moment he picked you up in his car. and of course, when you look at his face with a lightly bashful gaze, there’s a cocky smirk planted on his lips.

“yeah?” you question innocently, as if you’re expecting him to have a real question for you. he huffs out a small laugh.

“just couldn’t help it, could you?” he asks, far too happy about this all. “is my baby being bold tonight?”

you fight the smile making its way onto your face. shaking your head and staring at his nice shoes, you’re suddenly shy again.

“oh, don’t go all shy on me now, baby. that’s not fair now, is it?” with gentle fingers, he lifts your chin up so you’re looking him in the eye. you’re not even sure what to say to that, tempted to let out a tiny whimper at the way he tilted your head up to show him just how much that action turned you on.

his hand shifts to the back of your neck as he pulls you closer by the waist and molds his lips over yours. he almost kisses you like you’re alone, but he pulls away far sooner than he would if you really weren’t surrounded by other people. 

then both hands are on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer so that you’re flush against his body and you can feel his cock starting to harden. a small moan escapes your throat at the feeling, but the sound is swallowed up by the noise of your surroundings. your face feels even more flushed with heat than before, if that were even possible, and you’re still struggling to look him in the eyes, so you let your gaze continue to roam his exposed shoulders and collarbone.

“i’d do anything to have you alone right now,” he rumbles into your ear. “but i promised to stay all night.”

again, your flip switches, a touch of boldness and a wave of want overcoming your senses just long enough for you to say it. “if we were alone right now,” you begin, looking at him with pleading eyes, “what would you do to me?”

“fuck, baby, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans. “you really wanna know, sweet girl?”

“yes please,” you beg, your voice barely audible even to him. 

“well,” he starts, dragging out the word unnecessarily long to tease you. his thumbs maneuver their way under the fabric of your shirt and drag against your bare skin in a way that makes you shiver. “i’m willing to bet that you’re already wet, am i right, baby? god, i wish i could check right  now.” you just nod at his question, desperate for him to keep going. “so, if we were alone right now,” his eyes are alight with teasing and lust, “i’d pull down these stupid shorts of yours and rip off those cute white panties that i know you’re wearing right now and i’d suck on your clit and shove my fingers up your cunt until you're begging me to stop.”

“wooyoung,” you whine out, trying to keep yourself from grinding against him and feeling as though you’re already out of breath.

“yeah, baby? do you like hearing me talk like this?” he brushes his lips over the shell of your ear. “are you my dirty little girl, desperate to hear how i’m gonna fuck you tonight?”

“don’t tease,” you complain.

“i just can’t help it, baby. you’re too easy to tease.” he presses a kiss to your nose that almost makes you forget what you really want. you give him a sly smile and he quirks his eyebrow.

“aren’t you gonna keep going?” you giggle just a little bit. “or are you too shy?” he can’t even hold back the grin on his face as he shifts one of his hands to land right on your ass, making you gasp.

“i think that’s you, pretty girl,” he smirks. “but, if you insist.. then i’ll make you watch me while i fuck you dumb with my cock because i want to see your pretty face when i make you cum. does that sound good to you, baby?”

[eldritch-spouse]

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Gallon can take Admin you say? 😏

Pinnie we need something in writing about that, I crave dicking down Gallon. Idc if it's with Krulus cock or my own plastic one but slime boy needs to bend over for me now

[HELL YEAH. This appeals specifically to me. Fem reader with male monster body modifications.]

TW: Exhibitionism; Body modifications (inhuman cock); Weird slime sex; Cultish themes; Spitting.

You're so excited you can't even wait.

It's definitely childish of you to be doing so, but you can't help show every one of your coworkers the gift your ever generous Lord bestowed upon you today. Flashing, technically.

You're painfully hard. Or is it Krulu? You both are, you suppose. And how could you not be? Getting to use your lord's own beautiful length on your staff to pleasure him is nothing if not one of the most sublime delights you could ever think of. It's a very strange sensation nonetheless, you have to admit. Strange but good.

While some of them gawked and asked endless questions, others were happy to put a hand around the newfound girth- And, instead of fulfilling your duties as Administrator, you've been fooling around like this all day.

Rouletting through the remaining workers you have yet to approach, you settle on none other than Gallon, the bartender.

A slime... It must be fun to penetrate a slime, no? After all, they're so malleable. So squishy, so stretchy- Hah. You probably wouldn't even have to prep him. Doesn't that sound nice?

He sees you coming from a distance away.

That's something you've always liked about Gallon, he's got the eye of a hawk, never missing who comes in and out of this floor. He's like a localized surveillance system, and many were the times where that came in very handy. Nonetheless, he sees you, registers the wicked little smile on your face, then pauses and tilts his head. Already, the slime knows something's going to take place.

In your defense, you don't immediately scurry over and put it in his face. As much as you wanted to. No, you sat politely on the closest bar stool and kept yourself in check. Some patrons spare you curious eyes from a distance away, some of them know who you are already, the others will know better if they try anything.

" Admin, always a pleasure. " Gallon starts smoothly. " Should I get a black widow ready for you? "

" Yes, please. "

He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he works, and in turn, you observe him too.

Although Gallon's back is turned towards you, his body isn't currently very defined. Below the netting of slime that flows from his head to his back -Something you have started to think of as hair, vaguely- Is an unnaturally pinched waist, and although you can see the the spot where his legs meet, there's not much of a convenient ass there. Granted, he doesn't need to have one, Gallon is a very practical slime in that sense, he adopts whatever shape is more useful to him, and that's that on that. He appears to mold body parts according to necessity. You can work with that.

By the time your gaze drifts away, not in shame, a martini glass has already been slid your way neatly across the counter. The bartender gives you a sly grin, decidedly having caught you scheming him. His tendrils curl on the air, that to and fro denoting great curiosity. Poor Gallon and his endless search for amusement. He just might be entertained today.

A gloved hand circles the spotless glass, raising it to your lips for a chaste taste. " Thank you, impeccable as usual. "

" Ever the flatterer. " A tendril waves almost dismissively. Yet, for as much as he seems to enjoy keeping a mildly distant posture, he can't resist his own morbid curiosity today, settling not too far away from you, searching for words carefully.

" Say, I can't help but notice how... Busy, you have been today. "

He failed to get anywhere, and the two of you notice. Fortunately, you're in a jolly mood today, a forgiving one.

" When am I not busy, Gallon? " Another sip.

" Fair. " The monster tilts his head, a sort of 'moving on' gesture from long tendrils. " But I couldn't help notice there's a certain pep to your step, a lilt, you know? "

" Oh? " You're almost halfway through the drink.

" Yes, not to mention some of the others made a few comments and I just found them peculiar, you know? "

Word travels fast in this establishment, very fast.

" Hm. And what did they say? "

The bartender pauses. Again, searching for those magic words.

" Well, rumor has it you were given a present today. "

" That I was. " Your gloves are removed from your arms and folded on the balcony as you play with the blackberry skewer decorating your drink.

" And you've been putting that gift to use very vigorously thus far. "

A small smirk. " You could say that. "

Gallon grows a visibly a little frustrated. It's always fun to run circles around the slime. So subtle, he judges himself, employing the oldest tactics in the books. Leading questions, intense pauses and vaguely coaxing remarks aren't enough to trick you.

He realizes this, and changes his strategy.

" Far be it of me to misinterpret, cherry- " The bartender begins, holding the same glass to your lips as he steals a glance at your crossed legs on the stool. He doesn't force you to drink more than you take. " But I think you might want to show me that present too? "

Showing is the tamest thing you're going to do to him. Fact of the matter is you're only taking this slowly because you're not too sure how to fuck Gallon. You've played your games with him, yes, but you'll admit you were more focused on his tendrils and manhood than you were his hole- You almost judged him not to have one. And maybe he doesn't? It's hard to tell.

You'll get that answer soon enough.

" Presumptuous. "

" I tend to be, at times. "

" But correct. " And with that, you peel back slightly, offering the slime an unobstructed view as you pull your work dress up.

Between netted stockings and not a trace of underwear lies your bare cunt, but most importantly, a throbbing yellowed girth coming from a summoned slit on your pelvis rests on your thigh, warming it. Bigger than what any human should have, and certainly intimidating. A carbon copy of Lord Krulu's rod if there ever was one.

Gallon stares openly, blinking several times. You can't read his expression anymore. He had clearly seen the outline of your borrowed cock in your purple attire, though perhaps he didn't expect it to be this... Special.

You part your legs, the thing standing at attention, almost pointing towards him. You could honestly get used to this adornment. If nothing else, it's been funny so far. Finally, the monster's eye snaps to your face, and you give him this sort of questioning look, expectant.

" My my... " Is all he has to say.

" I take it you're interested in seeing it up close? " Just like the rest of them. All of them will by the time you're done, all.

You are in very generous moods.

The higher chimes, in the back of your mind. Lord Krulu can't blame you now, can he?

I suppose not, lamb.

" I wouldn't mind it... "

" O- Oh my dear, no- No foreplay this time? "

The bartender stammers as you push his vaguely amorphous mass to lie chest down on the balcony. You snicker.

" No. " It's a calm explanation. " Besides, I always did wonder what taking a slime out of the blue might feel like. "

Will there be a difference? Will he resist instinctively? Or will it be just as inviting? His texture, his density... Time to find out.

Most of the clientele has realized what's about to happen, and they appropriately scatter to different portions of the floor, though some always keep their eyes on the two of you. Voyeurs have long since stopped being noteworthy in your mind.

Humming, your dress lifts further so you can drag your lord's cock against Gallon's lower back. It's a moderately cool sensation, his mass sticking to you slightly in sloppy strands, as if clinging willingly to you. Gallon shudders, which is to say his entire form visibly ripples, enjoying being grinded against so suddenly. For as much as it might be interesting to just... Shove into him, any part of Gallon really, you think something more convenient might be easier, approachable.

" Gallon? " You call, leaning down to thread your fingers through his webbing of hair, kneading across it firmly, into what becomes his neck.

The monster starts molding slightly onto the balcony, growing heated by the attention. " ... Yes, Lady Admin? "

" Do slimes have assholes? " To the point. Blunt. Barbed even.

You know many of them have mouths. And all of them have genitals. Evidenced when you reach beneath the two of you, occasionally slipping your fingers into the mass of his side, and find his slit. Something more solid, more defined, warmer- But no less flexible.

Sparing neither mercy nor care, you slip three fingers into that entrance, stretching it deliberately, hearing a decidedly airy and pitiful mewl coming from the monster before you, his tendrils slapping on the front of the counter before latching onto the stool you previously sat on, grounding himself.

His cock snakes out eagerly, slapping against the first thing it finds, playing on your fingers, stroking them, asking oh so sweetly to be touched. It would be exceptionally cruel of you to deny him. You grab that slimy length by the root and twist slightly as you tug down, pumping the male until he starts twitching in your grasp.

" O- Ohn yes, that's good... " He trails off, tone ever smooth, but quieter, meeker. The prong on top of his head droops, almost absorbed back into his core form.

You smirk, hand on the netting of his back pulling, half-successfully turning his head to the side, enough that you can plant a loving kiss on the corner of his toothy grin while you pump him.

" Mhm, it is, isn't it? " The curl of your fist around his cock turns into a warning squeeze. " Now answer my question. "

The slime has to blink for a couple of moments, rewinding in his brain. " Ah- Not quite. "

Disappointment.

" But I can make something more uhm- Welcoming to you? "

That piques your interest, dick twitching. " Oh please, surprise us. "

And he does. Boy, does he.

Beneath you, Gallon's form starts swelling. He takes a moment to pause and think how to rearrange the extra mass, then begins forming, from his chest down, a much more humanoid figure. A sloped and pinched waist becomes straighter, more filled out, a proper ass bubbling from his back, leading to juicy thighs, though he seems to lose focus beneath the knees, deforming slightly.

Good enough, more than good enough. You totally forgot he could do something like this.

" Does this suffice, cherry? " Gallon looks back, observing his own work before waiting for your reaction.

" It's more than enough, you clever mouse. " The praise makes him perk up, smirking.

Letting go of his girth and webbing, you handle the bartender's ass with some mirth, watching the very malleable "flesh" mold and jiggle as you toy with it.

For a moment, you actually get distracted with making his behind bounce, slapping around slightly. Gallon shakes his head, either embarrassed or incredulous, you don't quite care.

Eventually, you properly spread his ass, searching, palping, until- There. Not quite the same feel of that specific ring of muscle, but something almost like it, less gripping, less resistant. You'll give him kudos for creativity.

A finger wedges in there, and apart from a quiet gasp, Gallon invites you by pushing his rump back onto you. Looking from him to your mildly slicked cock, you figure there's no need delaying the main dish.

" You know, you might just be the one who'll take my lord's gift the easiest. " You quip, lining up with the newly-formed hole.

" Hah! " Gallon nearly wheezes. " Don't let our resident hell-fiend hear you saying that. "

" Never. "

And, with that little jest, you grab onto Gallon's hips, tugging him brutally onto your cock.

As expected, there was hardly any resistance, you hilted him on the first thrust! Gallon doesn't exactly scream of pleasure, but he does tense like a coiled spring, eye wide and grip rattling the stool. You feel him grip around your cock. It's not the same helpless squeeze of someone's inner walls, not as intensely warm, not as real- But it's nice and slick and he made himself slightly more textured for your enjoyment- It feels as if he's making a conscious effort to hug around you, to pleasure you.

Moaning, it's your turn to grab onto him for stability, delighting in the very new sensation. Everything about using a phallus is foreign and novel, especially your Lord-Master's, but this is a brand different take on it too.

One you like.

Sighing contentedly, melting, all but nearly purring, you kick-start a decent rhythm. Not necessarily out of consideration for Gallon's non-existent hole, mostly to get used to it yourself.

" You are- Rather big. " The bartender muses while you bask in the sensation of being deliberately massaged from inside him. What a neat trick, you ought to reward the slime.

Pulsing inside him, you rock into those motions and snicker. " You've seen our Lord, it would be an insult to him otherwise. "

Your hand is back around his squirming cock.

" Nh- Noted. "

Pounding Gallon is easy, easier than it should be, he gropes and strokes and squeezes at your length- You'd say he moved his tongue there if it weren't currently lolling off the side of his mouth, limply decorating a flat-toothed smile.

" Lords, that's fucking perfect- " Shuddered praise falls upon him when you bend to cage him against the counter further. As if your smaller form would be capable of such.

Not that it matters, big as they may be, none of them dare lift a finger against your will.

The slime's attentions only ever falter when your ministrations intensify, giving way to lapses where he focuses more on thrusting and coiling against your hand, coating it in pre. Eventually, he starts looking more like a wax candle than a person, melting steadily on the floor and wooden surface, these soft little plop plop plops of his own form cascading to the ground with each of your greedy pistons, only to be reabsorbed later.

The spots of his form dance, his entire mass moves as if in a fever, even his temperature picks up, and he pants alongside you in this disgusting little public tryst. You giggle airily, dipping to place a sweet kiss on his neck and shoulder, lapping the remnants of him that stick to your lips in a refusal to let go.

Your tongue gathers them all in your mouth, and combined with some saliva, they're grossly spat out onto his back. Gallon yelps, and as much as he's known to be a bit of a germaphobe at times, there's an insurmountable wave of mirth from both you and Krulu as the nasty present is rapidly absorbed.

He tasted that, no doubt. Now it's a part of him. Your own tiny mark.

" Needy whore, aren't you? " You quip, the hand that's not around his girth slipping inside his body, collecting pieces of himself to bizarrely pump your own cock with. It's like... You have no idea how to describe it, but it's very messy and gloriously sensual.

When the two of you start climbing steadily towards a plateau, Gallon's carefully constructed body starts faltering here and there as he forgets to maintain certain shapes in his restless arousal. Strings and strands mold together, forming braids of viscous yellow material that attach onto your hips, spread across your ass like spidery fingers and form a mesh there- Trying to trap you inside him.

This must be some of the strangest sex you've ever had...

It apparently sends him wild, a cacophony of wanton cries falling from his parted mouth, eye rolling and face falling, the stool now being looped over several times. He's going to break that no doubt.

Courtesy of only recently having your borrowed cock, your endurance isn't exactly... Spectacular. Which means you're dangerously close to orgasm. Too close. And you have no intention of slowing down. After all, there's still a lot to do and more people to take a turn on, you might come back to the bartender if you feel like it. But right now, you need to come inside him.

Hips stuttering, legs flexing, your eyes flutter and you moan freely as your orgasm crashes upon you a little too suddenly, forcing you to feverishly hump Gallon, with almost enough force to drive your actual body into his molding mass. You lose yourself in him, near literally, skin becoming one with spotted slime as your Lord's cock throbs hard and wanton in your worker's makeshift hole.

Ropes after ropes of hot cum bathe him from the inside out. More than any man would ejaculate, more than most monsters can offer, you fill him like a bucket and join your Master in the collective euphoria, his pleased growling warming your entire form like a blanket of velveteen praise. You're doing well, very well, pleasing him deliciously.

The notion alone makes poppers go off in your brain, heightening an already powerful climax. And, although your hand had gone static around Gallon's length for a while now, you feel something wet and gross coat your fingers as well, the monster still making broken cries by the time you click back to reality.

Curiously, you take in a most interesting sight.

Gallon has turned... Several shades lighter. He looks almost pallid.

Is that- Oh. The realization that you've quite literally drowned one of your workers in your higher's seed is utterly rotten in the most tantalizing way, sparking a few last pulses of arousal before you can finally relax a little.

You'd lick him just to see if he tastes like Krulu, but slimes never really taste good no matter what you do to them- Something Morell would disagree on, for sure, but you have your convictions about the matter.

" Oho- " You giggle, fetching Gallon's head even as it melts slightly into your grasp when he leans onto the tender contact. " I gave you a little makeover, hm? "

It takes a moment before the bartender understands what you're saying, taking a more thoughtful look at himself and blinking at the washed out, creamy coloration he's acquired.

" Ah- I- That has never happened to me before... " The slime marvels, even his spent dick is now a buttermilk sort of yellow.

When you pull out of him, gentle even if it's not necessarily required, you get treated to a view of Gallon trembling and leaking excess seed from several parts of his body, a small puddle of cum gathering on the floor.

" A- Ahh ff- Gods. " He exhales, rendered a total mess.

Smirking, and more than a little heated by the display, you grab a random towel of his to clean your junk, mildly dabbing at your legs in the process before pulling your work dress back down. You haven't exactly flagged, it'd be hard to after seeing your cum gratuitously seep off your whorish staff member like that.

" Thanks for the black widow, Gallon, you didn't have to. " You joke, ready to leave him there, still half-melted like a candle of cum.

The bartender flicks his prong off his face. " It was... My pleasure. "

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Mc That's like Wednesday

First Meet

Pairing: Obey me character x mc! That's like Wednesday !!

Tw warning: mention of gore?

Part-1 Part-2

The brothers.

You were lying on the cold floor... No you're not poor infact you're far from it. You were sleeping on the bed but you suddenly felt that something's wrong and found out you were on the floor , there were voices around you saying 'is she dead'

'oh looks like the exchange program will have to wait' .

'I'm kidnapped...not that i didn't expected that' you thought.

You were still pretending to be asleep so you can find out more but then you heard footsteps approaching probably coming to check upon you whoever that was removed a piece of hair from your face the moment they touched you , you grabbed their hand pulled them down and pushed your little knife near their throat that you keep hidden in your locket. It's small but useful . You heard people gasps and looked down it was a very handsome man with Ruby eyes and raven hair. But you weren't the one to be phased by good looks .

"Where am I? You all better start speaking if you want this little friend of yours alive" you demanded without fearing......

Shocked , surprised, stunt!!

Human how!?

And you didn't got up till Diavolo explained everything!! When you got up you didn't even apologize..even after being told he's the Lucifer.

Poor Lucifer prided got hurt

"Human I'd have you apologize for the stunt"

"And i you, for kidnapping me"

"Apologize"

"I'd rather stuck needles in my eyes"

Diavolo have to stop you guys , you're like another incarnate of pride.

But no one has the audacity to stuck up to Lucifer so he kinda becomes a simp NGL.

But still his poor pride is still hurt.

Do you not enjoy living human? You must have a death wish 😃?

No like really stop arguing with Lucifer but like SIMP no:2.

Cause he was since he saw you pretending to be asleep!!

Look Mammon is easily distracted but you caught his attention now.

Congrats!!

Will try to talk to you but you genuinely don't give a shit 😃.

"Lucifer i don't wanna babysit a human!!"

"Yes i don't want to be baby sit by someone whose face scream 'help me I'm getting bullied '"

"Hey human you don't get to insult The Great Mamm-"

" i wish i could mold my consciousness to give a shit but i apologize i can't"

Mammon didn't even understand that because too much grammar and fancy language.

He'll stick with you thou.....cause he's a simp.

Didn't knew what was going on and didn't care .

Though was slightly concern for you when you talk back to Lucifer.

Was impressed when you roasted mammon.

He was like "LOLMRRRR" (I still don't know what that means)

Blushed really hard when you sent him a glare .

"You know you look like the main character of 'i invited my crush to hell now they're roasting all of my brothers and making them fall in love'"

"No i look like Wednesday from Wednesday " you said and went away.

He looked it up at first he was like what a normie but then he saw it and immediately found out the similarity.

Simp No: 3

You are his favourite now .

Crown you to be the leader of Anti-Lucifer League.

"i refuse"

"You're seriously turning me down?"

"Can you believe it"

But you'd be mostly found with him through.

He'll read listening to your calming taps of type writer.

One can say you go along the best with him

Lucifer don't like it though.

You'll not take part in his pranks cause apparently "if there's no blood there's no fun"

Satan found you a bit disturbing cause from books he learnt this behaviour isn't normal amoung humans but he also found you intriguing.

Congrats satan taking interest means you better run.

He saw a new fashion

He took interest

You're his now!!

"sweetie! You're so unique!!"

"Distance would be appreciated, and if dropping the bodies of your victims infront of their family rather than disposing them is unique then thanks"

Asmo exp. Has stop working *windos shut down music*

He still try to gain his composure back

"uh why the distance sweetie! Would you not rather see this beauty*winks winks*'

"I'm alergic to color , i go insane and scrape the flesh of my bones"

Ok Asmo accept his defeat and sulked away

Mc-1, Asmo-0

Thinks you're threat for what you did to Lucifer.

But gets that's just your chaotic personality.

Thinks your like belphie.

"Belphie?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE- "

Otherwise no thoughts head empty beel will just continue enjoying his meal

For you beel is the most decent.

(I love him)

"Please save me I'm a human just like you Lucifer has captured me!!"

"You smell *sniff* like a demon . Nice to meet you belphegor ."

"How !?"

"Humans are usually scared of me "

"Well you still gotta help me even if I'm a demon "

"Got two words"

"Bet they won't be helpful"

"Your problem"

"I was right "

But you still sometimes bring him blankets and read him your novels when Lucifer isn't looking.

He likes you . No like really.

Safe to say you are not going to face the same fate as the game's mc now .

He still hate humans

But so do you.

So y'all like besties now!!

[A/N]: First obey me headcannon . Hehe! I hope you all enjoyed it !!

If there's something you don't like let me know in DM!

Thank you for reading!!

[thegamingcatmom]

Anon making way through resi 8 for miri

Mia telling us Ethan wasn't normal

And then we see Ethan waking up???!

Why is it so moving to just see him despite him supposedly being dead and despite that info and talking to Eveline, his only thought is his daughter and he has to save her it's just so touching like 🥺

Also the Duke finds him and is taking him to miranda good man he is

Miri gets the baby

Starts dripping mold from one eye

And then she starts to weaken? With Eva taking form???

But also the fight afterwards

Is like??? The most elegant fight so far?? Like she's just gliding around with wings at points and she's so graceful despite well the whole situation of her trying to kill Ethan

Ethan after that fight holding rose and breaking down?!

I cry at him giving rose to Chris

Telling her to be strong take care of her

And then he pushes them away to sacrifice himself so they can escape I-☹️🥺😢😭

Also the end scene of rose grown up

(MOSTLY) MIA RANT UNDER THE CUT.

(Sorry not sorry.)

Mia telling us Ethan wasn't normal

Yeah, the fact that Mia knew her hubby was "special" makes me wonder just how and when she came to that conclusion? I mean, she´s probably been prescripted her meds right after the Baker incident, so I guess that did raise the question of whether her husband has sustained some lasting "damage" as well. Or maybe it´s more the fact he didn´t show any lasting damage in the first place? Maybe that´s what urged her to investigate? Can´t get the researcher out of a girl, after all...

But like, did she secretly take a sample of his blood and had it checked or smt? (Something I can totally see her doing, btw.) Did he cut himself with a knife at some point and, due to his insane regenerative abilities, his wound closed up so quickly that Mia just drew the conclusion? ANYHOW-

Mia is basically a much less unhinged version of Miranda. Their freaks match so well in a way that is absolutely sinful, and I will forever be smad that we got Ethan instead of Mia as the protag in Village. Like, can you imagine the sexual tension of two mothers facing off in a battle for what each of them considers hers?? Can you imagine their lines as well?? You can bet your ass they would´ve destroyed each other through verbal sparring alone because yall just know my girl Mia ain´t a pushover. She´s the kind of woman who, as Ethan put it, "is scary when she gets angry."

...I fully believe that.

(She was going easy on Chris here, cmon.)

I mean, just look at her eyes. That fire, that passion.

THE FINGER. ☝️💀

Yall know shit´s getting real when The Finger comes into play. 😭

A mother´s love is the most powerful force on earth, and both Mia and Miranda would stop at nothing to get back what is theirs. Now, imagine all that fire COMBINED, I-

...Also-

CAN SOMEONE PLS TELL ME WHAT "EXPERIMENTS" MIA HAS BEEN PUT THROUGH IN MIRANDA´S LAB, PLS AND TY. 🫠

I mean-

At least Birb Momma made sure Mia wouldn´t freeze? I guess? Like, that is firewood in the gif there, right? ...Right?? 👀

AND ALSO-

Let´s not forget she was gonna whack who she probably thought was Miranda over the head when Chris opened her cell. I would´ve LOVED to see Miranda´s reaction. Maybe Mia´s tried pulling that stunt before and Birb Mama was just like-

PLS TELL ME YALL SEE THAT DYNAMIC TOO?? 😭

I also wanna know what her plans were for Mia once she would´ve gotten Eva back. Like, would she have just "forgotten" about her? Gotten rid of her?

...Or maybe she had different plans entirely? 🫠

(Is my current WIP kinda blending into this post? Mayhaps. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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SIDERANT:

I rewatched some of Chris´s part to study Mia´s behavior when she spills the beans, and at the beginning of the vid he was like "I took Ethan in case Miranda infected him" and it got me thinking.

Like, yknow, it never occured to me that the Ciorbă de Legumes Miranda!Mia was cooking up at the beginning of the game might actually contain CADOU???? WHA- 💀

I mean, I just always assumed she was gonna poison him or smt. Yknow, just kill him slowly and painfully right then and there so she wouldn´t have to deal with him anymore. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

Mia sending her husband to put their daughter to bed is totally something a doting mother and wife would do. Absolutely. But, in the context of Village, it would also absolutely make sense for Miranda to get Ethan off her back long enough to be able to add a lil extra "seasoning".

And then we see Ethan waking up???! Why is it so moving to just see him despite him supposedly being dead and despite that info and talking to Eveline, his only thought is his daughter and he has to save her it's just so touching like

I thought the whole thing was sad af. Ethan realising he´s been a dead man walking all along - both figuratively and literally - is just so tragic. The only thing that keeps him going is his daughter, which only adds salt to the wound, really.

And then you have Eveline mocking him like-

😭😭😭

Also the Duke finds him and is taking him to miranda good man he is

Yeahhh, tbh? To this day, I don´t quite know what to make of the Duke. He´s not really "evil", but he´s no saint either. He´s doing what he´s doing mostly because it benefits him in one way or another. If he doesn´t think a good deal will come of it, I doubt he´ll bother.

With that said, I think the main (if not the only) reason he rescued Ethan was to "get back" at Miranda for destroying his source of income, aka: the village and its people.

I´d love to think of the Duke as an honorable man, but...sad reality is: he´s probs not. At least not the canon version. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Starts dripping mold from one eye And then she starts to weaken? With Eva taking form???

The mold dripping from one eye is Miranda weakening, yes. And the reason her power is leaving her is actually Rose herself (or so I´ve read). Even as a baby, Rose is so powerful that the "data" (Eva´s consciousness) can´t get through. Her lil body is instinctively pushing back against an invasive force, so Eva never actually gets the chance to "take form." It´s Rose all along, which is why Miranda is so upset in the first place.

Rose basically "saps" Miranda´s powers.

"My power...is leaving me!"

But also the fight afterwards Is like??? The most elegant fight so far?? Like she's just gliding around with wings at points and she's so graceful despite well the whole situation of her trying to kill Ethan

IKR. Birb Momma is just a feast for the eyes in pretty much every situation, ain´t she?? She´s beauty, she´s grace-

SHE´LL FLAP YOU IN THE FACE WITH THEM GIANT WINGS. 🪽

Ethan after that fight holding rose and breaking down?! I cry at him giving rose to Chris Telling her to be strong take care of her And then he pushes them away to sacrifice himself so they can escape I-☹️🥺😢😭

I ugly cried during this. I still do, every time I see it. Ethan´s death was just so unexpected and heartbreaking after everything he´s been through. Like, that man fought his way through hell TWICE to get his family back, so I didn´t expect his ending to be so tragic. I didn´t think he would be gone for good, yknow? He deserved better. 😭

Village was the first Resi game I cried over. 😢

Also the end scene of rose grown up

Yeah, always gets me teary eyed. So bittersweet. 🥹

Btw, there´s a DLC called "Shadows of Rose" that I highly recommend you play/watch. I myself haven´t played it yet cause I wanna finish Village first, but that´s the next game on my list. It features more Birb Momma as well ofc, and, this time around, she´s even more unhinged, if you can believe it. That woman´s OBSESSED, lemme tell ya. The LINES she drops-

"You are mine now."

UHSJAHSDFKAJSFKALSDF

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Thanks for your ask and congrats on finishing Village! 💋💪

[aufucker]

Patch Job

Law/BJ

Law POV

CW: decomp work/talk

Things had been so quiet upstairs.

Mr. Davidson had started to bloom in your ceiling, tiny patterns of rusted browns spread out through the white plaster of your ceiling. Saccharine odors of decay cradled your head as you sunk into your pillow, letting the still silence pull you to into sleep.

The three weeks of silence, of not being scolded by your neighbor, of feeling at least somewhat free from vitriol, were cut still much too short.

It was supposed to be your day off.

With a shock from your heart, you were awoken by the sounds of heavy footsteps and heavy machinery. Or. Heavy enough to hear through the thin ceiling. The buzzing of saws and pounding of hammers and drills accompanied by muffled barking of muted discussions above you.

It was 1 P.M., according to the cyan light on your stove.

It was so loud. So, so loud. You expected death to be much more silent than this. Wasn't it? Your tea would need to be strong if you hoped to survive the assault to your senses.

The growing smell of warmed wood intertwined with the sickly sweet aroma of whatever remained of Mr. Davidson, complimented by the floral tones that brewed in your cup.

…wood?

The silence was sudden, but short. Bickering upstairs caught your ear, but sounded so unclear.

"Are you serious? Shit soaked all the way down?"

"Yeah, looks like the bio caught a gap in the laminate."

"Spread out and soaked deep. If we keep going, we're going to be sawing into someone's ceiling."

"What's the unit under this one? I'll pop in and check out the damage. Chat with the tenant about it. Should be able to patch up anything that's gotta be done…"

The silence felt more like an on-going alarm set only for your torment. The tea was just almost too hot, but you could hardly find it in you to care. The burn kept your mind from wandering too far off, kept your thoughts preoccupied. The scald on your tongue barely registered from the pounding at the door that plummeted into the pit of your stomach.

No. No no no, you already told the police you didn't know anything. You didn't. You swore. They said Mr. Davidson slipped. That was all. That was all. That was all you knew, that was

||The voice on the other side was familiar. Why.

"Re-Nu Decon," the mold people. You remembered that name. You remembered that voice. "May I come in? We're working on cleaning a unit above yours and are concerned about possible ceiling damage."

No, no, no. The beautiful blooms of decay that lulled you to sleep above your head. The patterns that stained and pulled at the off white plaster were as beautiful as the darkest night sky that overflowed with stars and nebulae. You didn't want it to be removed, you didn't, you didn't, you

Another knock. You peeked through the peephole, greeted by tired, fish-eye warped face of the woman who sniffed and scraped around your hovel for mold from months ago. Why her, why her, she towered over you - you felt so small, so paralyzed, so

Another knock. You opened the door. Why.

She looked almost through you, a lack of recognition evident on her face. Maybe that was good. Maybe? Her greeting was warmer than her body.

"He-e-ey, good afternoon. I'm Billie Jean, with Re-Nu Deco--"

"You were here for mold. In the spring." You said autonomously.

She blinked a bit, and then stared at you. Mismatched, living and dead. You didn't really notice the first time. You didn't want to. You still didn't.

Recognition came slowly to her face, her deep brown eye darting briefly to the plants behind you. They seemed to register more memory to her than you did. A spark of pride was felt inside.

"Right, right! I remember now, tea guy! See your plants are still doing great!" Her grin was wide. Too much teeth. Too familiar.

"Thank you. Uhm. You said something about… my ceiling?"

"Yeah, yeah! Ah… so, uh. We're cleaning up the apartment above yours. Unfortunately, we're having to take out parts of the floor due to decontamination, and we're worried it may have gone down to your ceiling."

It had.

"May I come in?"

You nodded. You felt small. You didn't have a choice, really. Your only comfort was surely you weren't alone.

Her heavy steps were careful. You watched her scoping and scanning every inch of your confines, almost admirably. She seemed to like your plants, that gave you at least a modicum of peace.

Your ears picked up a pleasant whistle that left her lips as she peeked at your ceiling stained with browns and reds and blacks. She seemed almost… pleased with the sight.

"Well, that's not too bad at all." She spoke softly. "I should be able to get that part cut out and patched up in a few."

Cut out. Separated. Like when you'd clip off festering leaves.

"What do you do with them?"

"Hm?"

"With the pieces you cut off."

"Oh. Well, ah, if it's contaminated, like your ceiling bit there, we put those in bio-hazard bins and bags."

Bio-hazard. Something so natural, so beautiful, the ideal of the end, seen as something to be split away and disposed of. It was heartbreaking.

"Why?" You feebly asked. She looked more taken aback than you expected. You were starting to think you didn't sound as soft-spoken as you had hoped.

"Well, contaminated things can make people sick. Like… we don't how what kind of life your neighbor led, or what diseases he had." She waved her hand. Clearly she has had this conversation time and time and time again.

||You felt your stomach turn to knots. You were being an annoyance. Stupid and ignorant. You wanted to sink into the floor. Why didn't you just shut up and let her do her job? Why didn't you just

"Not usually a problem out and about, though. Like in the woods and all that." She added, motioning to your simple bed. "Mind if I move this? Don't think you want drywall all over your sheets."

You perked up a touch. Why? "Go ahead." You replied.

You buried your wringing hands in the pockets of your sweatpants, hoping she wouldn't notice. Despite her focus on all other things, your bed, your ceiling, the fact the eye that even could see you was dead, you still felt watched by her.

She moved your bed away with ease. Not like it was particularly heavy, but you still felt a touch of… you weren't sure what you felt. Warm. Sweaty. Cold.

"Uh… you don't clean up outside? Like when… someone dies?"

"Nah." She answered plainly, reaching with a gloved hand towards the ceiling. You figured she was admiring it as you did. You hoped. "Well. We'll clean up stuff like… benches. Had a poor old dude die on a park bench. No one noticed for days. It was metal, so just a spray and wipe, really. Figured that's more for public comfort than anything."

"Oh." Oh? Just "oh"? "… that sounds peaceful."

Her gaze finally turned to you. Half lifeless. Unmoving. Despite the details painted into the unmoving eye, its nature to you was true. Nothing was behind it. You wanted to see it, still, curious about the living hollowness.

"Peaceful? I can see that. Park isn't the worst place to pass away in your sleep, yeah?" She answered you with a smile. Warm. It burned you. Grounded you like the scald of the tea you took comfort in. That you drowned in.

You wanted to drown her, too.

Carefully, quietly, she carved away the rot. You offered her tea. She politely declined, again. Gets too hot, she told you.

Your rot was peeled away. Replaced. Sealed. Like it never existed in the first place. You couldn't even tell where it began and ended in the first place. Why weren't you mourning its loss? So fascinated, so enraptured by it that you found yourself wondering if you could ever sleep without it hovering above you like a doting mother.

"That outta get you set!" She chimed. Everything was so warm. You felt like you were festering from the inside out. Burning, tingling, consumed by the vibrating heat of maggots eating away at your core. You wanted more.

"Sorry about the barge in, I can make sure you get documented for your leasing company in case anything happens." She spoke, taking off the contaminated gloves. You frowned slightly as she disposed of them, no longer available to you.

"I… mmh… I appreciate. That. Thank you." You wanted to keep talking. To keep her here. To talk about the decay she had seen. You would listen to her for hours. Maybe you were being bold.

"Just need you to sign off here for our records. Lawrence, yeah?"

"Yeah? Uh, yeah!" Hearing your name felt like a surge. Melodic tones that vibrated in your skull, interrupted by the cacophonous drone of her phone.

For once, she looked frustrated. Brow furrowed, annoyed. You felt like it was your fault. The smile that followed quickly after didn't.

"Give me just a second. I gotta take this. Just sign anything highlighted, okay?" She winked at you before stepping away, leaving you with the leaving warmth of her hand on the clipboard and pen.

The walls were thin. Her voice carried. You weren't eavesdropping. Not technically.

"Hey, baby! I'm still at work."

Baby? Baby? Who was she talking to like that? Every brief moment she had ever checked her phone, she told you it was a coworker. Was this her coworker? Baby?

"Should be getting off soon. Think I'll be home about… 5, 5:30?"

Home. Someone at home. Someone else.

"Yeah, sounds good! I can pick up some chicken for it? Got'cha. Love you, too, baby. Bye-bye."

You were supposed to sign things. Your name was so damn long. The pen felt so heavy, so wet in your white knuckled grip. No. No? No. No. You could hear her boots trudging back to you. You wanted to lock the door, keep her out. Away. It wasn't fair. Your name wasn't legible, a mad scrawling of blotting ink in spaces much too small. Closing in. Running out. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

You just barely finished the last of the boxes she asked you to sign, practically shoving the clipboard to her before she could speak again.

"Thank you for fixing my ceiling. Please go away."

She looked taken aback by your request, but tucked the paperwork away breath her arm without a fuss, "Yes sir - well if you need anything, just give us a call--"

"Yes. Thank you. Bye." The door was loud. The locks were heavy. It wasn't fair. She should have been angrier. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair.

[cinematicendevaourz]

As far comic book films go, there isn't many where you'll get curb stomping violence and the gripping of thong covered mulatto cheeks by caucazoid hands set to a soundtrack that has Depeche Mode in the tracklist.

Nah, usually to achieve that I'd have to read a Crow comic book, throw on a Depeche Mode album and watch Team Skeet after a re-viewing of "American History X" to achieve such gravitas.

That's all in a day's work. James O' Barr was able to achieve that in one script that Rupert Sanders has captured in the gritty dankness of the 2024 iteration of "The Crow".

Yet again FKA Twigs portrays a bedwench, but at least she gets a larger role than her efforts in Shia La Beouf's "Honey Boy".

She's sexy here, but then those teeth? A UK thing at best.

Danny Huston is a familiarly villainous face in cinema and delivers as the sniveling, elitist villain, Roeg.

Watching Skarsgard's Eric get vengeance on him was a joy, and that leaves me with Skarsgard who plays the relatable love-stricken Romeo who would do anything to save his lover.

It all checks out here : girl falls for bad boy, girl has a checkered past, they get killed over it. Boy comes back from the dead and trades his soul to become immortal and resurrect his dead lover after killing their would-be murderers.

Worked for me.

Fairly simple plot with sexy scenes from jump starting with Twigs and Isabella Wei in torso-bearing crop tops to Twigs having a bag put over her head and getting asphyxiated to death, all the way to the end with Twigs being resuciated with her nipples visible under her dress in the river.

So no, the film's sexiness doesn't just serve teenage girls into six pack abs and gang tattoos.

But that's there too, and with the majority of the film being a love story, this is the best romance movie of 2024.

Perfect cannon fodder for those still attending the movie theater for date night. And yes, that still happens, I've seen it - though less of it now as the U.S. economy continues to worsen.

What better film than "The Crow" to mirror what hell the Westernized world has turned the idea of romantic love into?

I like how Skarsgard was able to follow up his performance in "Boy Kills World" by turning up the angst with every painful bullet he took in "The Crow".

Skarsgard could give Hugh Jackman a run for his money with displaying the pain of being immortal, and Jackman has made a silver screen career out of that with silver claws.

Twigs is still sexy, Huston is still devious, and Lionsgate still makes comic book movies better than Disney can. Not every comic book film needs to break the mold, but breaking faces and breaking hearts can go a long way in entertaining cinema.

-

C.V.R. The Bard

25th/Aug. 2k24

[ink-flavored]

Kinktober2023 Day 24: Begging + Sensory Deprivation

banner art by @/auroblaze

Pleading Guilty contains: bondage, hand-jobs, minimal oral sex, vaginal penetration/PIV sex, dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, folds, clit, hole. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria. Kinktober2023 Prompt List & Neocities Page Tips are appreciated!

Pride secured the last restraint around the bedframe, pulling the nylon strap taut. He checked the cuff belted to Justice’s ankle, sticking his fingers between leather and skin.

“Too tight?” he asked.

“It feels fine to me,” Justice assured.

“Good.”

Pride stood back, making sure everything was in order. A naked Justice was spread-eagle on the bed, all four limbs tied to their respective corners. A thick eye-mask blocked his vision, black with red trim. Tied down, blind, and all his to play with.

“Are you ready to get started?” he asked. Justice turned his head at the sound of his voice.

“Yep,” he replied, smiling adorably. Pride almost didn’t want to burst his bubble, but he would have plenty of opportunities to see Justice do something cute tonight.

Pride carefully leaned over the bed. “That’s not the right answer,” he said. Justice flinched when he spoke, unable to realize he was getting closer. “Try again. Are you ready to start?”

He swallowed. “Yes, Pride.”

“Good boy.”

Pride kissed him and swallowed up a little noise of surprise along with it. Justice got with the program fast, mouthing back at his lips for a deeper kiss. Obliging the silent request, Pride hooked a finger in his mouth and pulled it open, molding their faces together. He swirled his tongue around and Justice sighed hotly, ready to accept what he gave already. When Pride separated, he tried to stretch for more.

“I’ll be right back,” Pride said, tapping his nose.

He didn’t have to go far to get the lube, but took his sweet time anyway. Each step was another second Justice had to wonder where he was, what he would do next. It was another chance to remember who’s mercy he was under. He took the opportunity to shimmy out of his clothes, too—Justice not knowing he was naked would make for a fun surprise later.

“You know,” Pride said, sauntering his way back, “I think you were made for this kind of scene.”

“Really?” Justice asked.

“Yeah, obviously.” He hopped on the bed. “Because justice is blind.”

Justice sighed heavily, but there was a smile on his face. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

“Since I met you.”

Pride popped the cap on the lube, and whatever retort Justice had died on his lips. He crept closer on his knees until he could sit between Justice’s widely-spread legs. His cock stood upright, waiting to be touched. Pride squeezed some lube onto his palm, more than usual.

“Justice,” he said, deceptively casual, “do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, Pride,” he breathed.

“Are you sure?”

Justice whined a little. “Yes, Pride, please touch me.”

And he did. Pride cupped his hand around his cock and stroked it, root to tip. The copious lube made it an easy job, sliding up and down with almost no friction. Justice moaned gratefully, the visible half of his face slack in pleasure. Pride continued his steady strokes, enjoying the way his foreskin moved under his slippery hand.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yesyes,” Justice replied, in a breathy mutter. “S-so good.”

Hot pre-cum streamed from his tip, providing more lube to work with. Pride pulled back the foreskin and palmed the head. Justice whimpered at his touch, stomach jumping with his erratic breaths. When he was satisfied, Pride transitioned to using both hands to stroke, extra slick with pre-cum and lube. With twice the coverage, he enveloped Justice’s cock, encasing him in slick warmth.

Justice squirmed and whined, trying to buck his hips. Pride scraped his bottom lip, watching with lidded eyes. His cunt throbbed, wet between his legs, but he couldn’t give away the surprise yet. He kept going, stroking down hard.

“Is this enough?” he asked. “Do you want more?”

“Please!” Justice gasped. “Yes, Pride, I want more, please.”

“That’s sweet, but—” He stroked hard to emphasize it. “I don’t know what to give you unless you tell me.”

Justice whimpered, pulling his restraints in vain.

“Come on, you can do it.” Pride watched him closely, dipping his head low.

“I—I wa—ahh!”

He moaned loudly as Pride sucked his tip, swirling his tongue around the edge of his foreskin. Hands still pumping, he lapped at the head of his cock, salty pre-cum mixing with the taste of lust. A familiar, favorite flavor of his.

“Please, can I be inside you?” Justice managed at last.

“Hmmm,” Pride pretended to think. As he stroked, he slowly took one hand away. “I don’t know if you’re sure.”

He whined desperately. “P-please, Pride, please, I want you so much.”

“What do you want the most about it?” With the hand he stole, he slipped his fingers between his folds to rub his clit. “Do you like how it feels? Do you want my cunt all around you, Justice?”

He couldn’t speak, moaning and nodding. Pride wasn’t nearly done, rocking on his own hand.

“Is it how I fuck myself? Do you want to feel me bouncing on your pretty cock? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you come inside me, hm?”

“Yes, please, please!” Justice keened, arching his back as high as the restraints would let him. “I want it, Pride, I want it so, so much.”

Hearing him beg made him so wet. Pride rubbed himself faster, laughing low in his throat. “Oh, I bet I know what it is. You want to hear me when I’m fucking myself, don’t you? You want me to moan for you like this.” He bounced on his knees, jostling the mattress. “Yes, Justice! Oh, yes, you feel so good inside me! Yes!”

By now Justice was a mess, breathless from want. His cock was thick and hot in Pride’s hand, stroked for so long, but never enough to come. As a final tease, he stopped stroking, hovering over it and lining it up to his hole. But Justice didn’t know that—all he knew was that Pride had stopped moving, and he practically sobbed.

“Please, Pride,  I want it,” he pleaded.

“One more time,” Pride breathed, flicking his clit fast.

“P-please, Pride! I want you, I want all of it so much, please, please I want to be in you.”

As sexy as it was to jerk off and listen to him beg, not even Pride could resist forever. Without preamble, he sat down, sheathing Justice’s cock inside his cunt. Justice choked, frozen in shocked bliss. Pride groaned, riding and rubbing to the look on his face.

“You asked so, so nicely,” he said, sliding up his cock slow and coming down fast. “Now you get what you wanted, J. Because you’re such a good boy.”

Justice shuddered head to toe, and Pride felt it. He cock throbbed inside his cunt, radiating warmth through his body. He bit his lip and rode faster, bouncing on it like he promised to.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned. “You’re so good to fuck.”

A whimper was his only response, but Pride didn’t push it. He was too focused on roughly fingering his clit and pounding himself on Justice’s cock. Every bounce drove him deep inside, hitting the same, incredible spot over and over, and Pride didn’t dare stop. Justice thrashed on the bed, blindly tossing his head every which way, overwhelmed.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Pride breathed, tipping his head back. “Fuck yes, Justice, you’re—such a—good—boy.”

Justice’s cock twitched inside him. He came a second later, mouth locked open in a silent moan. Pride clamped down on him, shivering as he felt the cum spill into his cunt. He rubbed his clit hard and fast enough to chafe, but he couldn’t stop, aching for release.

All it took was a little rattle of Justice tugging his cuffs. He clenched around his cock again, groaning, rocking on his hand to ride through it.

In the aftermath, both of them sweating and panting, Justice said, “I like this mask.”

“Yeah?” Pride said.

“Mhm. I can go to sleep now, and you’d never know.”

“You just told me.”

“Oh yeah.”

They snorted in exhausted laughter together. Pride collapsed on his chest, leaking between his legs, but too boneless to clean it up.

“A nap sounds nice,” he mumbled.

Justice rubbed his cheek on the top of his head. “Can I have my arms back first?”

[hsslilly-blog]

been thinking about my bratz doll post. im going to start sharing my doll customising journey here so i get motivated enough to get back into it lol. the last time i posted about it was back in february i think? anyway

my plan is to make three custom dolls. claire (hwu mc), blair (hss mc) and addison (hwu). i also hope to make a bianca custom doll as i’ve found the perfect base doll for her, but she wasn’t in my original plans.

here’s my progress so far. all the pictures are going to be terrible btw:

blair stewart

outfit: their outfit is pretty much complete. the only thing missing is their sweater and their hairband. and i really really want to find/make a tie for them. i dislike the fact the skirt is a VERY grayish dark blue (in the picture it looks straight up gray) and i’ve thought about dyeing it blue but i’m afraid to ruin it and end up with nothing. so i’m keeping it as is for the time being. the boots are a perfect match. i plan on painting the gray details on the purse and making it completely white. but it’s very cute, it looks a lot like the one from this post.

the doll: this is a 2015 fashionista barbie doll that was WAY overpriced when i got her. i really like her hair colour though… it’s not exactly copper, it’s a very nice shade of pinkish orange. the picture does it no justice, but it looks a lot like the shade of orange i used to use for blair’s hair in my early 2021 drawings of them. the only issue with this doll: she has flat feet. which sucks. but she’s plastic so we just need to throw her in boiling water and mold it to my liking. medieval torture style.

my plan: i plan on repainting her face. i like this screening, but it looks… weird. im going to give her blair’s heterochromia + their scar and i plan on giving her less eyebrows. blair doesn’t have much of those. as for the hair, it still has some remains of box glue so i need to get rid of that before anything else. i plan on cutting it shoulder length and flipping the ends. i don’t know how i’m doing blair’s hairstyle though (the hair part/bangs) because this doll’s rooting is really weird. but we’ll see.

what do we think. hairstyle ofc not 100% blair compliant but gives me a general idea of what to do. there’s a really cool way of doing the bump/beehive-like/teased crown i sometimes draw them in, so i might try it if the doll has enough hair. also i realized just now how the eyes in this sculpt are very far apart. lol. i think it fits blair.

addison sinclair

outfit: and nothing for her!! i have her jacket and her boots (which have not been painted yet) and that’s it. addison has been the reason of my restless nights. i just can’t find a cropped top that looks like hers!!!! i didn’t think it would be so hard to find a blue/grayish/jeans-like cropped top but my god!! and the worst part of it all: i found a dress online that is a perfect match to hers but it’s been OUT OF STOCK since february!! here it is:

it’s not a Perfect Match, but i can work around it. it’s more than close enough to me. i’ve been checking the website every week but they haven’t restocked it yet and i fear they aren’t going to do so anytime soon. atp i think i’ll just sew it myself. i just need to find a similiar fabric to her dress. as for the socks… i have some white doll socks and i’m going to dye them purple. no bracelets yet.

the doll: i cannot for the life of me tell you which doll this is. she looks like a ~2012 barbie doll but i can’t figure out which one. and i don’t think these are the original clothes. the ad said she’s a fashionista but i don’t believe this. she does have articulated legs, but she doesn’t Look Like a fashionista. i think she’s from the early i can be line before they started using rubber legs. anyway. i fell in love with her hair. it’s perfect for addi.

my plan: i plan on repainting her eyes. here’s the thing guys. i’m a brown eyed addison truther. sorry that’s just who i am. i also want to close her mouth LOL. give her addison’s red lipstick and thin the eyebrows. as for the hair i think it’s perfect as is. i’m probably just going to style it better.

i plan on closing her mouth w/ apoxie paste or like. makeup clay (is that what it’s called?). her lips are going to be smaller too but i got lazy with the drawing.

claire swanson

outfit: isn’t she pretty!!!! i’m still having issues with her casual outfit but her formal outfit/the red dress i always draw her in is done. besides the shoes. i don’t like these open toed heels with this dress. for her Signature Look i have this cute red top which is a great match but i can’t find any shorts that match hers/the top. so far i have a miniskirt and these.. jean shorts. not my favourite. i have to paint the heels white but i found these gold hoops!!! w for me. no bracelets yet.

the doll: this is a 2011 glitz barbie doll and she’s been my holy grail for years now. the blue variant is so so so pretty. i never thought i’d find her since 1. it’s an old barbie doll and 2. i live in brazil. and then…. i found a listing online IN BOX!!! i got the purple variant but the screening is basically the same. i think her makeup is stronger though? but maybe it’s just a stock image thing. anyway i’m obsessed with the hair colour. this was such a great period for barbie if you were into almost-white-platinum-blonde hair. barbie bleach era.

my plan: i didn’t want to touch this doll but she is missing… claire-ness. i plan on repainting the eyes, giving her claire’s beauty mark and her red lipstick. the hair is perfect and honestly. such great box hair. like 13 year old box hair.

it’s not visible on the first picture and i edited out here, but she two black spots in her nose. otherwise she’s fine.

alright. my main issue at the moment is that i can’t seem to find any 100% acetone nail polish remover so i can get started on the repaints. they don’t sell these here anymore. so i’ve been looking for SOMETHING that can clean off the screening of the dolls. so far, no luck. which is why i got demotivated back in february. also something i probably should have mentioned: i have terrible motor skills so repainting these dolls is going to be so much fun!

setting some goals for the time being: 1. paint the accessories that need to be painted and 2. style blair’s hair. okay! that’s it!