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bleeding blue | apocalypse au
part thirty —other parts
pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader words: 3.8k tags: death. blood and gore. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. enemies to lovers. SA and implication of child SA (very subtle). summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: this chapter is all from Blue's perspective. if anything regarding the abuse or suffering of children triggers you do not read. though it is really not graphic at all (imo) and the SA is EXTREMELY implied and subtle (just a woman looking/potentially touching Blue's private area to check for virginity). I wanted to tell you so there are no surprises.
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Blue hasn’t been without her father for more than an hour in over five years. There were moments when she'd imagined him disappearing, especially when he said no to her, when he could annoy her, push her too hard, or withhold the words she craved. And yet—now, with her head resting in Twix's lap, she can only long for him. The thought of his absence fills her with cold dread. The kind that erupts goosebumps on her arms despite the stuffy air in the room. Twix’s fingers gently stroke the back of her scalp, but it does little to ground her as her mind drifts to Ghost. He’s alive, that woman said. But it's been over a day, and he still hasn’t come for her.
"Do you think he will come soon?" she asks quietly.
Twix's fingers pause at the top of her hairline. "I think... I think he is doing everything he can to find you."
Blue is old enough to know that is a non-answer.
She knows, deep down, that Twix doesn't think he'll be coming, either.
"I will figure something out, okay?" she promises.
"Okay," Blue whispers noncommittally.
"Hey." A faint smile. "I've done pretty good at getting us out of shit in the past, right?"
Blue mumbles, "I guess so."
But this time felt different from those times. No matter how many times she catches Twix squinting around the room, murmuring things to Nereida, even Blue knows that a bright idea won’t magically appear. Not in here, where there is nothing except the three beds, the bolted cell, and the out-of-reach door that Ghost has yet to barge through.
When Blue's fingers instinctively search for her wrist, Twix’s face softens, and she gently encloses her palm over Blue's knuckles. "Alright. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that beach you showed me once. The one with white sand, and super blue water." Blue plays along with a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she feels a callused thumb brush her cheek. "Almost as blue as your eyes. See it?"
"I guess."
"Good. Now, I want you to imagine that you are lying on the sand, eating all the Twix bars and Nutella you want. Oh, and Grim is there. He was trying to make a sandcastle but got his head stuck in the sand."
Blue's lips twitch despite herself. "This is dumb."
"Dumb? Well, I don't think Grim finds it dumb. He can hardly breathe right now so you better stop eating chocolate and haul his ass up."
Blue snorts quietly, eyes screwing tighter as she imagines it; pulling the bunny out of the sand, giggling, the waves crashing. She falls back onto the sand with him in tow, but he darts away from her hands, toward the water. When she looks over, sun glaring, someone else is there. It's her father, and for a moment she is ready to jump on his back and beg him to play in the waves with her. That's when she notices he is keeled over, ripped apart, bloodied and battered.
Blue jolts, inhaling sharply. When she reopens her eyes, the image is still there.
"What's wrong?"
"I just saw—" she rubs her eyes profusely, but he's right in front of her. Blood begins to spurt from a sever in his throat. His head snaps forward, hanging by a thin thread of tissue. "I see him! H-his head is..."
She jerks upright from Twix's lap, her eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to shake off the vision. When that doesn't help, she buries her face in the pillow, but the image remains too real to ignore. The thread snaps, and her father’s head rolls away silently.
Twix’s voice cuts through, her hands gently shaking Blue’s shoulders, but it feels distant, like a shadow compared to the sickening thud of her father’s headless body hitting the ground. Thick blood pools at her feet, and she tries to move, but her muscles won’t obey. The blood rises and rises, suffocating her, until she can’t breathe.
"Blue, it's just... you're imagining it."
"I can't... I can't..."
Someone flips her over on the bed and hugs her shoulders.
Twix's chapped lips press into her cheek.
"Please, Blue. I'm here."
The touch is enough to drain the blood and free her lungs. Her father's dead body floats away. She gulps for air, cold sweat clinging to her neck, and curls into the body beside her. Lingering panic races through her heartbeat, but then, after a minute, it begins to slow considerably. A new feeling washes over with the force of a tidal wave; fatigue.
Blue suddenly feels so tired that she can't keep her eyes open. It’s as though the terrible images have drained her entirely, leaving only murky water in their place. Her mind begins to float, and the edges of the world blur. Twix's face is in front of her yet feels so far away. Her lips try to part for words to come out, but it takes three tries just to manage: "I feel strange."
Across the cell, Nereida whispers, "I do, too."
Weight shifts on the mattress as Twix tries to sit up, leaning against the wall. Her head dips slightly, then snaps back up. A shaky inhale. "That... that fucking bitch. The oatmeal!"
The oatmeal? Blue’s thoughts latch onto the warm meal they’d been forced to eat, but the memory slips away before she can hold onto it. The slow descent snowballs. Twix’s voice distorts, blending with the chirping of birds outside the window. Her body slides down the wall, crumpling back beside Blue. She tries to hug Twix again, but her arms won’t cooperate.
Minutes later, or maybe hours, Blue hears the metal screech of the cell door swinging open. Veiled ghosts drift in. She can do nothing to run from them. Murmured voices, speaking words she doesn't understand, bleed through the heavy blanket of fog lying over her.
"Vous avez dit que celui-ci était intact?"
"Oui, Maman."
"Nous offrirons son corps pur au Seigneur. Les deux autres seront aptes à avoir des enfants."
"Mais elle est une... Je veux dire, oui, Maman."
She feels something cold and sinuous lifting her—snakes. No, not snakes. Hands. Cold, unfamiliar hands. Twix shouts something slurred. Then Blue is dragged by her feet, her spine no longer supported by the bed. She tries to squirm free, but her limbs feel heavy, useless. More hands clamp down on her arms.
No, no.
She wants to call for Twix, but her voice is muffled beneath a palm, the sound dying in her throat.
A weathered voice coos in her ear. "Sweet child. There is nothing to fear."
She can't scream.
All she knows is Twix is no longer the one beside her.
Cold fear surges through her veins, and she claws at someone’s arm. The retaliation is swift—a prick to her neck.
The strike of pain intensifies her dizziness, the last fight in her body fading away. They're dragging her again. The hard floor beneath her feet melts into soft grass, and the stark white ceiling shifts into a blue, cloudless sky before everything fades to black.
A gentle melody repeats in her subconscious until she rouses.
The same three-note tune, over and over.
Peeling her eyes open against the buttery sunlight, the first thing she notices is an open window above her head, its thin white curtain dancing in the light breeze. Upon the windowsill sits a small, cooing bird with pearly grey feathers and a black ring around its neck. Its head tilts almost mechanically, two little black eyes regarding her. She stares for a long moment before her eyes fall closed once more, lulled by the familiar call. Only when the bird quiets does she truly come to her senses. The sudden silence jolts her upright.
This isn't the same room she was in before. There hadn’t been a window in the cell, and certainly not one left open. The air there had been thick with the scent of old wood and lingering dust. But here... here, the air is different. It smells of fresh flowers, of the tall grass she used to wade through with Ghost while hunting.
The bird calls once more before flittering away, leaving her reeling.
"A collared dove."
Her gaze snaps to the right where an old woman sits in a mahogany chair, knitting needles in hand. Without looking up from the red yarn she weaves, she explains idly, "They are very common. Lovely, but common."
The accent of her old voice is nothing like Blue's Mancunian one. But she understands each word.
Her voice pulls through her teeth with great effort. "I don't... Where am I?"
The old woman's brow furrows as if she is deep in thought, but it smoothes over after she undoes a stitch and loops it again, hands moving with an unnatural slowness. "You had them in England, yes? They are very common there, too."
Blue's fingers spread into the fine linen, her pulse ticking as she blinks a few times to sharpen her vision. The woman before her is older than anyone she has seen in a long time, though there is a faint resemblance to a woman deep in her memory who she believes was her grandmother. Unlike the woman who visited their cell with food, this one does not wear a veil over her face. Long wisps of gray hair fall over her shoulders. Wrinkles etch around her eyes and lips. She is still cloaked in white, but around her neck hangs a red cord beaded with a cross dangling at the end.
Her fingers clench. "I don't care about the-the stupid bird. Why am I here? Where are my friends? You..." she swallows the feel of sandpaper in her mouth, "You put something in the food. You made me lose control of myself again!"
Finally, grey-blue eyes flicker up beneath a questioning brow. "Oh, sweet child. You are so full of fire." With an unsettling calmness, the woman sets down the knitting needles on a carved side table. Pressing a palm to the surface of it, she rises slowly, then laces her hands in front of her. "Come, and perhaps your questions will be answered. Though, I wouldn't try to run." She moves toward the door, her gait shuffled but steady. A glance over her shoulder beckons. "Your friends are under my care."
The mere mention stiffens Blue's spine. She forces herself to her unsteady feet, swaying slightly, bare toes digging into the wood planks. Each small step feels lighter than the first time she woke up from being drugged, though her body still protests. Ahead, the woman is already walking away. It wouldn’t take much to catch up, but Blue lingers, her eyes sweeping the room with deliberate caution—always stay aware of your surroundings.
For a moment, she considers grabbing the knitting needle and stabbing the woman. But then what? Everyone, her father included, is under her care, and any misstep could mean their deaths. Ghost always told her to never act without some type of plan—to wait for the right moment. Blue doesn’t even know where the others are.
As she hesitantly steps out of the small house, the realization hits her. There are more people here than she’s seen in a long time. Almost like a town, but not really. Smaller than that, but more than her group. The building they just left is a small, home made of light grey stone. To her right are more homes, smoke billowing from the chimneys. She counts at least four of them. Straight ahead of her is gravel road. This is where the woman heads, with Blue trailing behind her. To the left is a stretch of green lawn, bright and lush. She has the itch to sprint over it, but a voice ends that idea.
"Catch up, girl."
Gravel bites her toes as she walks to the woman's side. She is still only dressed in the simple, white slip. She hasn't worn a dress before.
"Where are you taking me?"
"There are some things I wish you to see."
"Why... why can't the friends I was with be here to see them, too?"
From the corner of her eyes, Blue catches the woman smile lightly. "What do you think of France?"
Blue digs her nails into her palms, swallowing down her frustration at the non-answer. "It's... nice, I guess." It isn't a lie. The beautiful beach they left from, the fields of wheat and flowers, were things she'd only imagined before.
"Good. My husband was from India but owned this land. I never wanted to leave it. France is the most beautiful place. I knew I wanted my son to grow here." She exhales in a quiet appreciation. "My husband said this land would thrive, even after the plague. He was right. The Lord spared it. He did not spare Ashwin, though."
Blue doesn't know what to say to that. If she should feel sorry for this person or not. She didn't state her husband's death in a sorrowful way, merely factual. As they walk, they pass a few men hunched over tree stumps, chopping wood. The smell of fresh earth and spilt sap wafts up her nose. The men glance up, their gazes lingering on Blue a moment too long, making her shift uncomfortably. Then, they lower their heads respectfully toward the woman. She speaks to them in French, and their chuckles follow her words.
Under a warm afternoon, they approach what looks like a large barn, bordered by wooden fence posts strung with taut wires. Inside the fenced area, Blue notices a white horse, smaller than Cherry, along with four cows. More men are working nearby, some tending to the animals while others, farther off, wield sickles to harvest stalks of wheat.
When they stop in front of the fence, Blue can't stop herself from asking, "Where are all the girls at? Like the one who fed us? I've only seen guys so far."
The woman doesn't look at her. "Our community is built around the roles God intended for us. Men have bodies made for working under the sun. Women, like those beautiful young ladies you traveled with, are vessels to be cherished, protected. Especially in these times when they have become rather scarce."
A few of the words fail to make sense to Blue, never having learned them from any of the books Ghost read her. "Um, is that why you separated the girls in my group from the men?"
She hums, a slow sound. "Women are kept in their own quarters with the infants."
"Okay," Blue rocks on her feet and grips the hem of the dress before the light air can catch it. So is her dad one of those men working, then? She squints, confused, and shakes her head. No; if he was anywhere out here, he would've come to her. He must be locked up, too. A wave of anger buzzes in her chest, louder than the cicadas. "That still doesn't explain why you are holding Twix and Nereida prisoner. If women are so special, why are they locked up and I am out here? And where are all the men from my group?" Her mind briefly flashes to the others; Kyle, Price, and... Ari.
"None of them are prisoners, child. They are merely being readied for the role their bodies were created for, by God."
Blue grits her teeth. "You're not really answering my questions. What about me? Why did you bring me to," she glances back at the working men, who haven't stopped to look at her like the others had, too engrossed in the strenuous labor. "A fucking farm. What could you possibly want to show me here?"
"There is someone I need here before our next stop." She leans closer to the barbed fence and calls out, "Pierre! J'ai besoin de toi et de trois hommes pour nous accompagner jusqu'à la cale. Apporte les chaînes."
A man—Pierre, she guesses—strikes one of the cattle's hindquarters, wipes sweat from the back of his neck, then shouts in French to three others following behind him. They unlatch a gate in the fence and slip inside a small shed for a brief moment, emerging with rusted chains in hand. They approach, causing Blue to falter and step back. An old, strange woman is one thing, but three strong men are another. A fissure of terror cracks through her, and she inhales shakily.
"You need not be afraid."
She blinks up at the woman, who for a moment, conjures something similar to a comforting expression. Blue nods, and then they are walking again, with the four men trailing behind them. The sound of the chains dangling in their grasp makes her feel uneasy. What are they for, and why are they coming with them? She is ready to build the bravery to ask when the woman ghosts a hand on her shoulder.
"What is your name, child?"
"It's... um, Blue."
A soft chuckle. "The English and their strangeness. This is not your real name, is it?"
For some reason, Blue finds the truth stuttering out of her. "No, it's—the name I was born with is Amelia."
"Amelia. Much better. Tell me, Amelia, did your mother have blue eyes?"
Blue nearly chokes, her footsteps halting in the grass as she flinches away from her hand, curling her fingers into fists. "What the fu—why are you asking me that?"
The woman stops beside her and clasps her hands together, the long sleeves of her gown falling over them. She is a small woman, hardly taller than Blue, and can't be any stronger than she is, but something about her emits control. Blue can't look away from her eyes, even as her jaw tightens, stomach swirling.
"There are many answers to questions that can be discovered on their own if one simply looks for them. I know which one of them is your father—"
"How could you know?" Blue demands. "I haven't even said any of them was my dad."
Thin lips twitch at the side. "A daughter gets the shape of her face from her father." A bony finger reaches to trail the edge of Blue's cheek, and she trembles from the cold feel of it. "But the features are all from her mother." She looks away and continues walking, speaking over her shoulder, "A little dove might have also told me he was asking for you."
When the men step forward, Blue is forced to continue walking. It feels hard to breathe, even though the canopy of trees offer fresh, rich air. "Then why are you asking about my mother?"
"Your eyes are blue, but your father's are not. I was simply curious."
"My mother is dead," Blue finds herself gritting out.
"I figured. Neither of those women were her, and many mothers have been lost. A very terrible thing. A child needs its mother. You will call me Maman, Amelia. This is what French children call their mothers."
"I am not going to fucking call you that. Tell me where we are going," Blue presses, swallowing as she looks back at the farm behind them. Through the gaps between the men's shoulders, she sees that it is rather distant now, along with the small homes. She looks back ahead; nothing but overgrown vegetation. Even the flowers have grown sparse over here. It is quiet and still. She can hear the thrum of her own heart.
"Your fire is admirable, but you need to learn respect." For the first time, Maman's voice carries an edge, one that sends a shiver down Blue's spine. A foreign bird call echoes through the leaves, and the woman holds up a hand, signaling for everyone to stop and listen. "Ah. That’s the Bluethroat, if I’m not mistaken. Much rarer than the dove. You won't often find those in England."
The bird calls again—a trilled chirp—as they crest over a small hill, and the air suddenly grows heavier, more pungent. A smell Blue knows well makes her freeze, but a strong grip on her arm keeps her moving toward the source of the stench: an old, smaller building made of much darker stone. The sharp rustle of wings through the trees fades into the distance, but the tension in her body doesn’t ease.
"You, too, are rare, Amelia," Maman continues, voice steady and unhurried. "A pure, young female like you—so virtuous—carries more favor from God than any other. Your friends have their purpose, and you have yours. Each of us plays a part in shaping the new vision of God's children."
The men move in front of them now, except for one who continues gripping Blue. The tremble in her body intensifies, and a cold pit grows unbearable in her chest, thundering. She is forced to stand about four meters in front of the large door, where one man grips the handle while two others, including Pierre, stand beside it, their hands ready with chains and their stances wide. It’s now, through the stinging film that grows over her eyes, that Blue notices large metal muzzles attached to the chains.
Blue is too stunned—too confused, yet frightfully aware—to move a muscle when Maman procures a knife from inside her robe. Pierre shouts something in French, but Blue can barely hear him. Her senses are fixed on the bead of sunlight glinting off the knife, and on the scratching and snarling she hears from the other side of the door.
"Please—" she gasps, unable to finish the thought.
Maman ignores her in favor of snatching hold of her wrist. Cold fingers force her arm to extend, and a burning pain cries out when the knife slashes a laceration from her elbow to the rim of her palm.
"Une seule coupure pour les attirer."
The blood weeps, and the door shakes from the ignited frenzy behind it.
Tears finally escape Blue’s eyes just before the door opens. She feels it—the sensation of her body being torn apart beneath rotten teeth. She squeezes her eyes shut, thinking of Ghost, when she hears more shouting and the harsh sound of chains being whipped through the air. When she opens her eyes again, the men are wrestling two Greys into the muzzles.
"Deux c'est bien!" Maman orders, and the door is slammed shut over the others that threaten to spill out toward the fresh wound.
Blue is alive.
Her arm numb and bleeding.
Maman yanks something else from her robe—a strip of cloth. She wraps it roughly around Blue's forearm, then issues another command. Without warning, Blue is hoisted from the ground and callously tossed over the shoulder of the man who had held her in place. They start heading back the way they came, the leashed Greys trailing behind them, and finally, a scream rips from Blue’s throat.
"You said this one was intact?" "Yes, Maman." "We will offer her pure body to the Lord. The other two will be fit to have children." "But she is a… I mean, yes, Maman." "Pierre! I need you and three men to accompany us to the hold. Bring the chains." "One cut to attract them.” “Two is good!”
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They Go With You When You Need to Get Your Blood Drawn: Headcanons
“Hey, I have to get some blood drawn at the doctor’s and it makes me really uncomfortable, any chance you can please come with me?”
Lucifer
• “Yes of course.”
• Holds your hand and gives you reassuring looks the whole time. Has to stop from chuckling when you laugh nervously or get chilled by the alcoholic wipes.
• He gently holds you afterward and buys you a treat as a reward for bravery.
Mammon
• “Yikes, that sucks. Sure thing!”
• He ends up fainting and you laugh so hard you don’t even notice the blood draw until it’s already over.
• You have to take him home and he’s so embarrassed you agree not to mention it if he buys you a treat and he happily agrees (he loves spoiling you)
Leviathan
• “Big oof. But yeah I’ll come.”
• You watch him play with his handheld to avoid looking at any needles.
• He’s still very nervous for you and after is over he looks at your blood in the vials and somehow feels jealous so decides to spoil you as a result and buy you dinner.
Satan
• “Of course I’ll come along.”
• He plays you cat videos to distract you and pass the time.
• He tells you how brave you are and how calm—as he himself hates needles and appointments
• He takes you out for food afterward, no matter what it is you want.
Asmodeus
• “Eek! You poor dear! Of course, I’ll come support you!”
• He’s a tiny psychopath but regardless blood still freaks him out, at least when it’s yours so he nearly faints.
• You get poked by the needle because everyone is too busy watching him so to make it up to you he takes you to the spa for some rejuvenation.
Beelzebub
• “Blood…umm, sure.”
• He can’t look at the blood either or he starts to drool so he’s in the corner of the room stuffing burgers in his mouth (which is against the no-food rule but they allow him just this once)
• He takes you out to eat afterwards, he needs meat but you can get whatever you want on him.
Belphegor
• “Yeah I don’t mind. Do I need to stay awake?”
• He falls asleep so quickly that the doctors are more concerned about him and you’re so amused watching them that you don’t even realize they’ve finished up.
• You drive him home and he feels bad he fell asleep so will find a way to make it up to you.
Solomon
• “Why certainly. When and where?”
• He puts a spell on you for you to avoid feeling pain or discomfort and he holds your hand for the duration.
• He’s very proud of his apprentice for handling themselves in such an uncomfortable situation.
Simeon
• “Oh dear, of course, I’ll come with you.”
• He gives you an angelic blessing so you’ll be completely calm and he silently hums and rubs your hand to distract you.
• Simeon heals the tiny wound immediately afterward and thanks the staff as he takes you home to relax while he makes you some cake.
Luke
• “B-B-B-Blood!? Y-Yes of course I won’t let you go alone!”
• Luke’s freaked out by the whole process and his reactions are so over the top you don’t even react yourself.
• You buy him ice cream later because he’s so woozy from watching that. He later returns the favor by making you something sweet to eat (with no red dye)
Raphael
• “You owe them blood? Do they need to be dealt with?”
• After explaining what the blood draw was and why you needed it he went with you but was on guard around the needles and watching the doctors very closely.
• He doesn’t know what else to do so he hums to help sooth your worry.
Michael
• “Certainly dear, you have nothing to fear.”
• He gives you a blessing as well as all the doctors to ensure everything goes perfectly. He keeps you distracted by asking about Lucifer and his brothers.
• He’s in a good mood from the new information he’s obtained on Lucifer and his brother’s antics so he’ll grant any request you make of him.
Thirteen
• “Gross, humans need to give blood? Sure thing though, you can count on me.”
• You watch her amused as she fiddles with a project the whole time, apparently it’s supposed to be a more fun way to draw blood so you’re more worried about that than the needle in your arm.
• She later tries to show you how her new device works so you have to warn Solomon.
Mephistopheles
• “I can get you a better doctor.”
• After getting him to go to your doctor with you he keeps a skeptical eye on everything, mildly impressed with human technology.
• He talks your ear off about the most recent scoop he’s investigating for the RAD Newspaper as a means to distract you.
• He takes you somewhere extravagant afterward to make you forget about the unnerving medical appointment earlier.
Barbatos
• “As you wish. I’ll ensure you don’t feel a thing.”
• Barbatos lovingly stays glued to your side, very watchful of everyone. He gives you a tea beforehand that makes you dull to pain and discomfort so you fall asleep on the ride home, never bothered by the blood and needles.
Diavolo
• “Oh no! Yes, I’ll be right there with you! We can get ice cream after.”
• Diavolo is worried for you but he’s hiding it and making you laugh by laughing at ridiculous things (his laugh is very contagious)
• True to his word he buys you ice cream or whatever you want after and tells you how proud he is of you and how brave you are.
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Hi! I love your writing <3
I wanted to ask,can you please write something about really drunk Sevika being vulnerable with reader and reader comforting her?
Maybe drunk Sev talking about how tired she is or her expressing some insecurity?
anon i love this ask so much, here u go<3
tired (angst, hurt/comfort)
content warning(s): alcohol abuse, heavy(ish?) angst
“you haven’t felt right for days is it the fact you never say what comes in your mind that day? maybe it’s time to shut away ‘cause i’ve never really felt okay.”
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You can’t find Sevika anywhere—she’s not at the Last Drop, she’s not at the harbor, and no one in the Shimmer warehouse has seen her all day. You finally find her up in Silco’s empty office, sitting on the couch, nursing a bottle of hard liquor and staring blankly at the wall in front of her. Her prosthetic arm is detached, propped up against the low table. You remember that Silco’s away on a trip uptown for the night, something about him needing to buy things for Jinx’s room. The room is so silent you can hear everything in the streets outside—the fights, the drunk laughter, the rumble of wheels. Somewhere deep beneath the building you hear the distant boom of an explosion—Jinx must be working on her experiments.
“Sevika?” you say in a low voice. She gives a start, stares at you like she’s never seen you before.
“Hey,” she says. Her gaze is slightly unfocused, and in the dim light of the lamp the rings beneath her grey eyes look deeper and heavier than you remembered.
“You okay?”
You approach her slowly. You’ve never seen her like this before—sitting in this slouched position, hand limp, absent-minded. You feel a sudden concern. Is she sick? But that was like wondering if the sun shined at night. Sevika didn’t get sick.
“I’m fine,” Sevika says gruffly.
You feel her forehead anyway. Half-heartedly, she bats your hand away. You’re closer to her now and can smell the alcohol on her breath.
“Hey,” Sevika says again. “Why do you stick around?”
“What?”
She raises the bottle to her mouth, but seems to decide even that motion requires too much energy. She lets the bottle roll onto the floor. It was empty anyway.
“I’d leave me, y’know, if I could,” Sevika mutters. “So why don’t you.”
Then you understand. The slurring of words. The heavy tone. She’s drunk. This is somehow even more alarming than if she were sick. Sevika doesn’t get drunk. She has a powerful alcohol tolerance and disciplines herself with a limit to how much she can drink each day. She can’t afford to get carried away, doesn’t have the time to let herself fully escape from the world. There’s just too much to do. Silencing Silco’s opponents. Overseeing shipments. Bribing Piltie suppliers. Making deals with the magistrates of Zaunite districts. And, lately, cleaning up Jinx’s messes.
At any rate, though, she’s drunk now—no doubt about it. You’re almost fascinated. Working at the Last Drop, you’ve seen any number of drunks: some sobbed loudly about past wrongs, some picked violent fights, some jumped up on tables and sang. But Sevika is collected even in intoxication. Her voice is subdued, and she looks more tired than anything.
“I stick around because I care about you,” you say matter-of-factly, sitting down beside Sevika.
“I’m no good,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about it. I’m no good. You deserve better.”
“Don’t say that, Sevi. It isn’t true.”
There’s something desperate in the way she’s looking at you—a raw plea in her eyes. You cup her face in your hand, raising her chin to look her in the eye. “Hey,” you say softly. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”
She looks away. “I feel like I’m holding up a crumbling brick wall. I’m walking through these streets and I see these kids, you know, playing in the gutter and looking up at me with their hungry eyes, and my chest gets so tight I think I might die.” She shakes her head, draws in a shuddering breath. “It’s never enough. No matter what I do, what choices I make. It’s never enough. I’m never enough.”
“You’re doing all you can.”
“I’ve done horrible things. I close my eyes and I see these…these faces, these twisted angry faces, cursing me for what I’ve done to them.”
“You didn’t have a choice.”
“I had the choices. I made all the wrong decisions.” Her voice breaks and she stops abruptly, biting her lip. “I just…I just don’t know myself anymore.”
“I know you,” you tell her. “And I know you’re doing your best. I know you’re more than enough.”
She looks at you tiredly. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her broad shoulders.
“It's okay, Sevi. I’m here.”
With a deep sigh she rests her head in your lap, and you stroke her hair until she falls asleep. You don’t leave her side even after you hear her slowed breathing. You stay there, running your fingers through her hair, threading out the heavy thoughts, warding away the nightmares. She won’t remember this in the morning. She would deny she ever gave a thought to any of what she told you, let alone spoke them aloud. So you store her secrets in your heart for her. If you could take away her burdens by doubling your own, you would.
In her sleep, Sevika clings tightly to you.
#what do you MEAN i have 12+ hours of homework that i'm ignoring to write sevi angst.#ngl yall writing this one broke me a little bit#okay it broke me a lot#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika angst#sevika x female reader#sevika fanfic#song: tired by beabadoobee
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updates on justin baldoni and blake lively case.
After Baldoni sued New York Times for libel, he filed a $400m lawsuit against Lively and her husband.
On 16 January, Baldoni filed a lawsuit against Lively and her husband Ryan Ryenolds. He's suing them for $400m (£326m) damages on claims of civil extortion, defamation and invasion of privacy. His lawyer Bryan Freedman said the actress and her partners had disseminated "grossly edited, unsubstantiated, new and doctored information to the media". He also said Lively and her team had "attempted to bulldoze reputations and livelihoods for heinously selfish reasons". In response, Lively's legal team described the lawsuit as "another chapter in the abuser playbook".
Later on, Baldoni started to leak footages to the press(just like Depp did):
On 21 January, Baldoni released three out-takes of a romantic scene from the film as evidence that Lively's claims of sexual harassment are unfounded. The video's caption says the footage shows both actors "clearly behaving well within the scope of the scene and with mutual respect and professionalism". However, Lively's lawyers said the footage showed him "repeatedly leaning in toward Ms Lively and attempting to kiss her". They added that every moment was "improvised by Mr Baldoni with no discussion or consent in advance, and no intimacy co-ordinator present". "Any woman who has been inappropriately touched in the workplace will recognise Ms Lively's discomfort," they said.
Mia Schachter, an intimacy coordinator who has worked on Apple TV+’s Lessons in Chemistry and FX’s American Crime Story shared her thughts on the leaked footage:
Even though she’s Blake Lively and can say no and isn’t going to be fired for speaking her mind the way that somebody else might fear, she still has to keep working with him and keep the peace and play nice. I can just see her trying to stay lighthearted and in good spirits about it and not upset him or anybody, and not waste anybody’s time. But of course, she is trapped between a rock and a hard place. I can see her appeasing him and trying to keep a smile on her face. In a scene like that, without an intimacy coordinator, I think it was his responsibility to ask Blake, “Hey, what do you think about kissing in this scene?” if that’s what he wanted to see. But he didn’t ask her or even mention that it was something he wanted to shoot — he just went for it. She pulled away, and then he did it again. He definitely should have communicated that that was what he wanted to shoot, but he didn’t. To me, that’s pretty damning, both as an actor and a director.
In addition to all of that, Baldoni plans to launch a website with all the evidence he has against Lively.
Blake Lively’s legal team responds to Baldoni’s court of public opinion nonsense:
“This matter is in active litigation in federal court. Releasing this video to the media, rather than presenting it as evidence in court, is another example of an unethical attempt to manipulate the public. It is also a continuation of their harassment and retaliatory campaign. While they are focused on misleading media narratives, we are focused on the legal process. We are continuing our efforts to require Mr. Baldoni and his associates to answer in court, under oath, rather than through manufactured media stunts.”
Meanwhile, youtube, tik-tok, twitter(x) and other social platforms are filled with pro Baldoni posts and calling Blake ''a new Amber Heard''.
all in all, fuck you johnny depp.
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My strange addiction 18+
Perv!Dom!Voyeur!Kang Dae-ho x Sex addict!Fem!reader/Thanos x Reader(kinda)
Synopsis: SMUT! Sex addict reader finds Dae-ho jerking off to her and Thanos having sex, she makes it her mission to try him out next and Dae-ho treats her exactly how she wants to be treated wink wink
warnings: Kinda dark/swearing/mentions of death/murder/ kinda cheating?/Mentions god(in a bad way)/Voyeurism/bathroom sex/public sex/mentions of anal/smut/reader uses thanos/Dae-ho is kinda pervy/rough/non-con?dub-con?ish/unprotected sex/p in v/Oral (M receiving)/daddy kink/reader is a sex addict/horny af/reader is fucking feral/overall filth/aftercare/angst/fluff/reader has some major issues (I haven't slept so if I've forgotten anything let me know) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Words: 4.5K (it’s a long one)/
Unedited! there's gotta be a few mistakes in it but I wrote this instead of my dissertation and sleeping so take it for what it is I guess.
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I was never one to drink, do drugs or jump off tall things all for a little adrenaline rush-No, I was particular in my chosen addiction. Sex was always my vice. I tasted it one and couldn't get enough. It’s never really mattered to me what they look like or how good at it they were, if the thought pops into my head then it’s all I crave, like an itch that demands to be scratched. Sometimes I don’t even want it, like when a smoker who's trying to quit doesn't even think about lighting the cigarette in their mouth, it's basically a habbit.
Many interactions with vile, disgusting men and bad life choices led me right here, surrounded by people in green sweatsuits playing deadly children’s games for money. It’s not exactly where I thought I'd end up, I always thought I’d die in a ditch somewhere-discarded and used without a care in the world.
Salty sweat drops fall on my forehead from the purple-haired man thrusting to his hearts content in an out of me, grunting in my ear like he's on a mission. He’s not bad, a little too desperate and loud for my liking but hey, a fuck is a fuck. Plus he was pretty good-looking under the whole wannabe-bad-boy-rapper persona.
“You like that? hmph-So good-so so good.” He grumbles, his voice mere groans of hot breath in my ear.
“Feels so good daddy-please keep going please!” My voice was no higher than a pathetic whisper in return, becoming conscious of the creaks the bed was emitting, echoing in the empty space of the room. Thankfully many people this side had died in the previous game.
My hips were beginning to ache from the angle I’m spread to- My jaw clenching as I feel him wrap his hands behind my knees and shove them up until they hit my shoulders. The pain was easing from my hips but it did nothing for the lack of excitement I was feeling. It was a little mundane for me, stuck in missionary while he has the time of his life-but it will satisfy my needs nonetheless.
I can’t help but let my thoughts wander, craning my neck to glance over his shoulder as his pounding continued, just listening the the sounds of our skin slapping and the weak sounds of the bed frame holding us up.
My attention is suddenly drawn to a rusting from a bed on the other side of the room. Under the glow of the obnoxiously large piggy bank I can just make out a large figure, laid in bed with the covers just covering his hip. Squinting into the darkness I make out rapid movements under the covers.
Is this perv getting off to us?
I let my eyes linger for a while, feeling myself getting wetter from the idea of this stranger pleasuring himself to the sounds of us fucking. Trailing my eyes up I can just about make out his number, 388. Taking a mental note, I try to peak at his face through the darkness.
A gasp gets caught in my throat as I make eye contact with dark eyes that stare back at me. His whole face wasn't clear but I could sense his eyes burning into mine as he welcomed himself to the free porn he was witnessing.
‘So fucking wet for me.’ Thanos panted out, snapping me back to his attention. Thankfully his head was buried in my neck and he was too busy chasing his own high to notice my distraction.
Maybe I should give him a show.
I took my hands and placed them firmly on Thanos’ chest.
“Stop.” I manage to gasp out, pushing him back enough to look at his face. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are crazy, Purple strands sticking to his forehead. His thrusts stagger a little before coming to a stop.
“What the fuck is wrong girl, why are you stopping me when I'm about to fill you up?” The tone of his voice is slightly erratic, and a little too loud-but I had new priorities than everyone else's sleep.
“I just wanna ride you Daddy, please?” Fluttering my eyelashes up at him, I knew he couldn't disagree with me, especially as I clenched myself around him.
“Fuck okay-okay.” He talks over himself, gripping at my sides to manoeuvre me on top of him.
I knock my head on the metallic grate on underneath the bunk on top of us, but don’t even stop to acknowledge the pain, I've got a new task to complete. I can’t let poor 388 go to bed unsatisfied now can I?
I reposition myself straddling him, letting my hands rest on his chest while he sinks his dick into my hole. I’m already pretty raw so it stings from the stretch, feeling him throb inside me from the sensation, a small gasp erupts from my throat.
Rocking my hips back and forth, I feel him glide in and out of me, making sure to arch my back and stick my ass out to give the best possible view to my new friend.
“Just like tha-fuck just like that.” he mutters through staggered breaths. I can feel him getting close so I need to do my best with the time I have.
In a brave move, I move my hands up from his chest and glide them up my body, stopping to grip onto my breasts and squeeze, Hard. I moan louder than necessary, but not loud enough to cause a scene.
Bouncing hard on his dick, I bring my hand to my throat and start to lightly choke myself, throwing my head back and feel my hair hit my back.
“Fuck this pussy, oh god, oh my fucking god-so good, so tight oh fuck.” I hear him groan, reaching his climax as hot spurts of cum squirt inside of me, filling me up.
I lean forward, laying my chest back down and craning my neck to glance over my shoulder. I watch how 388’s covers slowly come to a halt, a subtle shake as he finally finishes. I wish I could hear him trying to catch his breath over the snoring of the rest of the room, but ill sleep happy with the knowledge I've done my job-for now.
“You finished right, girl?” My attention is drawn back to the heavy breathing of the purple haired asshole under me, his hands still feeling up my hips and ass as I catch my breath.
“Yeah sure.” I nod, through gritted teeth, slipping him out of me and laying beside him.
“Good, gotta take care of my girl, especially when she’s being so damn good for me!” He ruffles my hair before turning over, falling asleep almost instantly.
God he has so much faith in me not to kill him in his sleep.
My mind didn't relax enough to sleep, too focused on all the ideas I had to get my way, I will seduce this man, I don’t even care if he’s ugly or horrible. Anyone that desperate to cum clearly needs my help, maybe he’ll actually make me cum.
My lord isn’t it bad I'm more focused on this than the games? well I guess it is a game of sorts… wtf is wrong with me, anyways.
I roll my eyes and try to push my thoughts away. Ignoring the sweaty body next to me, I pull my crumped clothes back onto my body and lay back down, fading off to a dreamless sleep.
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The most irritating and mind-numbing sickly song wakes me up in the morning. That along with the bright lights is enough to make me kill someone-even outside of the game.
I’ve never been a morning person, nighttime is where all the fun happens-hell I don't even wake up till gone 2pm most days. However, this morning I have a task-find this mystery man.
I sit up in bed-taking no notice of the absence of the man next to me, and try to brush my fingers through my knotted hair, pinching my cheeks and lips to look more alive.
God did they have to give us these ugly ass outfits.
Doing the best with what I have, I tie up the top into an extreme crop and pull the joggers down lower on my hip, lazily throwing the sweatshirt on.
It'll do.
I scan my eyes around the room like a predator hunting its prey, reading everyone’s number until my eyes land on the one I'm looking for.
Bingo.
He’s tall, good looking-man bun be damned, chuckling along with something an older man is saying and a-is that bitch pregnant? Damn. He stretches, his muscles flexing as he does, almost having me salivate on myself. He doesn't even glance over here before waltzing over to to the breakfast queue.
My footsteps are fast but inconspicuous, anyone else probably would’ve thought I was just hungry- and I guess they'd be right, but not for food.
I manage to squeeze in behind him, shuffling my feet closer to his.
“You’re pretty cute for a perv.” His shoulders stiffened, glancing at me over his shoulder.
‘What?” He mutters back to me, his eyes raking over my body before returning his eyes forward.
“I thought guys who liked to watch people fuck without them knowing were balding and lived in their parents basement with food stuck to their face and a box of tissues next to them.” Ok, that was a weird thing to say- but am I wrong?
His breathing takes a sharp incline as he shuffles forward with everyone else in the line.
“I wasn't watching you.”
“It’s okay baby I'm not mad a you, was I good for you?” my voice is confident but low, closer to his ear than before because of the people joining the queue behind me. Not sure if he's really as in to public humiliation as he is into public masturbation.
“I'm sorry, okay?” he whispers, without glancing back. More of a whimper really, slut.
“I just told you I'm not mad.” Im more short in my answers-im starting to get bored from this restrictive situation. I do get bored easily.
My lips almost touch his ear as I lean in, playing dangerous.
“Should've let me know you needed it daddy, this pussy has your name all over it.” I stroke over his back as I come down, tits grazing his back.
He chuckled darkly, looking down at his shoes, before turning his body to to me, a slick smirk playing on his mouth as he leant down and met my eyes.
“Really? Because to me it looks like it has that guy’s cum all over it.”
He blinked, before turning back and continuing to follow the queue.
I don’t have an answer for that, he really got me there to be fair.
My lips form a sharp line and I feel a heat rush to my cheeks, I kept my eyes down and stayed silent. I didn't know I could still feel embarrassed by anything-but here we are. I also tried to ignore the wetness growing between my thighs at the situation, the degrading really does it for me I guess.
He grabbed breakfast from the guard before sauntering off, out of the corner of my eye I saw him silently giggling to himself as he walked away, asshole.
I picked up my pathetic little apple and grumbled, taking a harsh bite out of it. If he's playing hard to get then I guess I'm just gonna have to play harder.
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After the games, the vibes really sucked. Thanos was loud and annoying as usual but at least he didn't let me die. That was kinda nice of him, or maybe it was the fact I promised him anal if he got me through it-but nevertheless, it good to be alive.
I spent a long time in the bathroom, making sure I looked perfect after that mess. I also scrubbed myself raw, feeling dirty after the game, and the fuck and especially after 388’s comment. The 5 minute shower I somehow convinced the guard to let me have did wonders. He did watch me the entire time-but at least I'm clean!
After we once again got voted to stay, I got bored of the repetitive conversation and laid on my bed, staring at nothing in particular.
I glanced down over my feet at the door to the bathrooms, taking notice of the tall pretty boy leaving.
I didn't think twice about it, my feet moving on their own. I had to have it out with this man- he acts like a disgusting pervert watching me fuck and suddenly he's all cocky? I don't think so.
Thankfully the guards really don't give a fuck about who goes into what bathroom. I stand outside waiting, watching for the door to open. I didn't want to enter the bathroom and catch him pooping- I may be deranged but I'm not a total freak.
He wasn't in there long, and nobody had come in or out since him. Hearing footsteps approaching the door I give a quick wink to one of the guards, Showtime.
He barely opened the door before I pushed him back inside, closing us in the empty bathroom.
“Woah.” He managed, jumping on the defence and getting ready to attack before his eyes locked on me.
“Oh its you.” he relaxed, sighing.
“You miss me?” I asked sweetly, leaning back against the door with my hand resting on the metal handle.
“It's hard to miss you when you keep showing up,” his hands moved to his hips and his face bore an amused smirk, playful.
“You upset me earlier, thought you'd wanna make it up to me.”
“By telling you the truth? if that upsets you darling then you put have a real hard time with everything else in here.”
“Listen, you-”
“No you listen,” He steps towards me, a strange dominance lurking under his voice.
“I have enough going on here without some needly little whore deciding she's important enough to start bratting out because I used her pathetic show of attention-seeking to get myself off.”
My breathing increases as he steps closer, I was not expecting that to come out of his mouth, I’m not often too stunned to speak but somehow he's done it in the two conversations I've had with him.
I stare up at him through my lashes, my mouth dropping open a little as I pant through it. God is this turning me on?
“You gonna do something about it, tough guy?” Is all I manage to conjure, coming out in a stupidly quiet voice.
“Since you seem so desperate for me I'll do you a favour and put that dirty little mouth to use shall I?” He suddenly reaches forwards and grips my hair in his hand, a sound between a moan and a sob exiting my mouth as he does.
He shoves me across the room and into a stall, pushing us both in before slamming and locking it shut behind us. His grip stayed strong in my hair.
I don't know what I thought this guy would be like, I thought he would be a sweet little perv who helps pregnant girls and laughs along with old men’s jokes and then rubs one out while watching two people fuck like animals.
“Kneel.” He demands, his grip one my hair beginning to give me a headache. I don’t move, sure I've had men be rough before but this really took me by surprise.
“You want me don't you?” He spits out, but something in his eyes seemed softer, like a shimmer of guilt washed over them.
“Yes sir.”
“Then be a good girl and show me how much you want it, down on your knees.”
My knees buckled by themselves, gripping his thigh for support I hit the dirty bathroom floor and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“You know what to do slut, I'm sure you've had enough practice.” His eyes were back to being hard now, whether it was all the emotions during the games or something else had hardened him, and he desperately needed release, and Im more than happy to help with that.
I bring my hands up to his waistband, dragging down the green joggers and his boxers down together, watching as his hard cock flung free.
“Spit on it.”
I swirled my tongue around my mouth and tried to muster all the saliva I could, bringing my lips to the tip of his dick and letting my spit slowly drip onto it.
His eyes glaze over and he leans his head back, a groan slipping through his lips.
Taking my chance, I grab his throbbing cock with my hand and slowly pump my spit all over his shaft.
“I-is that good daddy?” I manage to stutter out, hand moving up and down as I slowly trail my tongue up his tip, tasting the pre cum that's already leaking out.
What the fuck is wrong with you, get your shit together.
“You know that's good slut, you're just begging for my validation aren't you?” He chuckled again, that deep chuckle he keeps doing that sounds like he's just been told a dirty joke, amused but interested.
I ignored the degrading tone and looked back down to his cock, its big and throbbing-a lot bigger than what I'm used to, or at least than what I've had in a long time.
Nervousness seeps into my brain but I push it back, taking him into my mouth and guiding him to the back of my throat.
As my nose hits his clothe stomach, my head is whipped back by his grip on my hair, a sudden flash of pain strikes my cheek and I feel tears welling up in my eyes from the sting.
“I asked you a question slut, or are you too stupid to use your words?” The look in his eyes flashed with amusement, like he was speaking to a cute puppy who just learnt a new trick.
“Yes sir.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir, I want your validation.” It hurt to spit the words out, but as soon as I did my head was thrusted back onto him.
He doesn't speak for a while, just grunting softly and leaning his head back against the cubicle wall with his eyes shut, fucking his dick right to the back of my throat like I'm nothing but a fleshlight he's using. All I can do is stifle my gags and take him, my face wet with my tears and the saliva dripping down my chin.
“So.Fucking.Good.” He chokes out between thrusts.
My mind goes black with everything else other than pleasing him, nothing but the pain in my throat and the blurry vision of his body above me.
His breathing quickens and I'm sure he's about to cum, my hair now fully being ripped out by the strength of his hands tangled in it.
“What should I do?”
I look up at him and try to muster up the most confused face I can under the circumstances, managing to furrow my eyebrows.
“Should I cum…down your throat?” His thrusts begin to slow slightly as he drags out his question.
“Or on this pretty little face?” His finger drops down and traces my jaw.
“Or should I have you lift up your shirt so I can cum on those perfect tits of yours, baby?” His questions receive no answer considering my mouth was still bing invaded by his thick cock.
“No, No, I know the perfect place.” His voice is dominant and looms over me.
With a swift movement he pulls me off of him, one arm under my armpit while the other stays in its place in my hair. They glide down to my own joggers, ripping them down to the floor along with my underwear, leaving me exposed and shaking from all the sensations of my body.
His large hands find my thighs and grips onto the backs of them.
“Jump.” He orders, and of course I follow through. Before I know it I’m pinned up against the cold wall, and being forced to bounce on his solid dick that's thrusting in and out of me at a rapid pace.
My arms find his shoulders and I cling on, hiding my whimpers in the Crook of his neck as I let him use my cunt for his pleasure.
“You want me to make you cum don't you doll?” He teases.
“Ye-Yes s-sir, please sir, yes, yes, yes!” I hate how the pathetic yelps come out of my mouth but the pleasure rocking through me takes my mind away from any embarrassment.
“That other little boy couldn't do it for you could he? You need a man to make you cum don't you huh?”
“Please make me cum Daddy, I'll do anything.” my voice sounded more like broken sobs coming through my lazily parted lips, already cock drunk from this humiliating situation.
He grips my wrist tightly and drags it between my legs.
“Rub yourself, c’mon princess I know you can do it,” His sweet words hit my ears and I immediately obey, becoming a gasping, moaning mess as I rub rapid circles around my sensitive clit.
Almost immediately after I feel myself reaching my climax, my head throwing itself back as he lunges for my throat, leaving sharp hickeys down my neck.
His breathing changes and soon after he's open-mouthed kissing my neck as I feel him pump his cum up into me, the grip he has on me weakening with every moan he produces.
As he lets go of the hold he has on me I drop to the floor, knees weak after the use he put them through. Im tired, and sore and sticky, I can feel him dripping out of me and onto the disgusting toilet floor. My eyes are heavy and my face flushed, with chapped lips and baby hairs sticking with sweat to my forehead and a tangled mess behind.
As the glow of my orgasm fades I get the same sinking feeling I always get when I finish, the feeling where Im immediately disgusted and ashamed and just want to cry and try and forget that I've just made a fool out of myself for a strange man.
I bring my hands to my face and sigh deeply, still trying to catch my breath. I forget the man*-whose name I still don't know* is there. Im sure he’ll see himself out eventually.
My unravelling show of self-pity is interrupted as I feel the man crouch down next to me, silently watching me cry into my hands.
Awkward, I bet he's regretting even meeting me now.
“Hey,hey.” He coos, his voice softer than soft. He seems afraid to touch me as his fingers ghost over my arm.
I bet he's so fucking irritated god I would be.
Imagine you've just fucked someone out of pity and they start crying on the fucking floor.
“I’m just gonna clean you up okay angel?” I sniffle and stop in confused awe. Moving my hands away from my face I wipe the tears off and pull them down until my eyes are peaking through.
He keeps eye contact for a moment before reaching over and grabbing toilet paper from behind him, ripping some off he starts to clean up the mess between my legs, uttering small apologies as I hiss from the contact.
“Shh..it's okay baby, you're okay.” His words are soft and comforting as he manoeuvres my clothes back on me. His hands stop at my waist as he tries to catch my eyes, but I'm looking everywhere but his face with my half-lidded gaze.
“Can I see that pretty face again? Please baby, let me clean you up.” I nod, eyebrows still subtly furrowed in suspicion.
With the softest touch he moves my hands away from my face, taking them in one of his and using the other to gently wipe off any moisture that remained. His touch felt like a feather grazing my skin, it was nice, I've never been treated so nicely before.
He fucking hates me doesn't he, oh well what do I care, I don't care anyways.
He places a hand on my knee, not in a way that's sexual but more of a calming gesture, probably to help stop the shaking by body has absentmindedly started doing.
Everything inside me is telling me to run, push him away and go find my bed to rock myself to sleep in, but something about the kind care in his eyes and the gentle touches he's gracing me with is making me want to stay here for as long as I can.
His other hand comes up to my hair, his fingers attempting to gently remove the knots that had built up from his harsh tugs.
‘Did I hurt you, go too far?”
I shook my head.
“Why are you doing this?” I broke my silence, voice barely audible.
“Doing what, sweetness?” He glanced down at my face, his voice soft and caring with a glance of concern.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” The words left my lips with a short chuckle, not an amused, joking chuckle, but more of disbelief and confusion-like when you hear something so ridiculous you can't help but let a chuckle slip out.
I sound so fucking pathetic.
“I’m taking care of you, you deserve it.” His confusion grew, his eyebrows getting more furrowed together the more he took in the disbelief on my face.
“You don't even know me, I don't even know your name, you don't know mine.”
“I would like to.” I stopped, staring blankly at him.
“My name Is Y/N.” I mustered up, I'm sure he doesn't really care-but it would be nice to be on a first name basis with this man, at least he's being helpful.
“Beautiful name, it suits you.” He spoke without moving his head away from the focus he had on my hair.
“What's your name?”
“Dae-Ho” His fingers freed themselves and he leant forwards, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Thank you.”
“What for?” he whispered against the skin of my forehead, the coolness of his breath causing a shiver to sneak down my spine.
“For telling me your name.”
Thank you for being nice, for holding me softly, for being so sweet and kind and affectionate to someone you don't care about.
“Angel I will tell you every single thing I know if it makes you happy.” My breath hitched and all wordings fell short in my throat. His eyes were light and kind, he didn't seem at all to mind easing me through this mini meltdown.
“Why?”
“I told you, i’d like to get to know you.’ He paused, his mind seemingly somewhere else, thinking deeply about his next words.
“Would you like to sleep in my bed with me tonight? i’d like to be able to hold you now, it feels wrong to part ways after this, unless you have plans with the crayon you were sleeping with before.” The sarcasm in his voice seeps through when he speaks about Thanos, a subtle spit of jealousy perhaps mixed in with his words.
Interesting development.
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A/N: Lit havent slept and wrote this with no editing so if its ass lmk lol- also my first piece of writing on tumblr! exciting times-many ideas ahead.
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lockedup!Toji loves his Honeybuns
The phone rang just as you were settling onto the couch, a mug of tea in your hands and a show playing faintly in the background. You glanced at the caller ID, already knowing who it was. With a small smile, you picked up, bracing yourself for whatever Toji had cooked up this time. After accepting the call, hearing that way too long trill, you finally get to speak.
"Hello?" you greeted, feigning nonchalance. Although every phone call from Toji has you giggling and kicking your feet, let's be reallll.
"Hey, princess," Toji's deep voice rumbled through the line, warm and familiar despite the scratchy sound of the prison phone. "Whatcha doin’?"
You rolled your eyes, though the grin tugging at your lips betrayed your fondness. "Just relaxing. What about you? Playing king of the yard or something?"
Toji chuckled lowly. "Nah, nah. Somethin’ like that, though. Listen, baby girl, I gotta ask you for somethin’ real important."
You tilted your head, immediately curious. "Important, huh? What is it this time? A file baked into a cake? Need me to smuggle something in my mouth then tongue kiss it into yours?"
"Close," he quipped. "But nah, just a few more honeybuns."
"Honeybuns?" You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of you. "Are you serious? Didn’t I just send you a whole box last week?"
"Yeah, and they’re gone," Toji said, completely unapologetic. "Ate most of 'em the minute they cleared it and gave it to me. Besides, those things are gold in here."
You raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the couch. "Gold? What, are you trading them for favors or something?"
"Don’t worry ‘bout that," he replied, his tone light but teasing. "Just know your man’s gotta keep his stash stocked. You wouldn’t wanna see me suffer without my sugar fix, would you?"
"You're unbelievable," you teased, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it. "But fine. I’ll send more. Anything else while I’m at it? Chips? Cookies? A five-course meal?"
"Nah, just the honeybuns," Toji said, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. "You’re the best, princess. Knew I could count on you."
"Yeah, yeah," you said with mock exasperation. "You’re lucky I like you so much."
"Damn right, I’m lucky," he replied smoothly. "I’ll make it up to you when I get out, I swear. Dinner, a movie—whatever you want. Just me and you, baby."
Your heart softened at his words, a small smile creeping onto your face. "I’m holding you to that, Toji. No excuses."
"Deal," he said without hesitation. "But for now, just keep those honeybuns comin’, alright? They’re the only thing sweeter than you in here."
You rolled your eyes again, though your cheeks warmed at the cheesy line. "Alright, alright. I’ll send them out tomorrow. But you owe me, big time."
"I always owe you, princess," he said, his tone softening. "You’re the reason I get through this mess."
Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. No matter how much trouble he got into, no matter how ridiculous his requests, you couldn’t help but love him for moments like this.
"Stay out of trouble, okay?" you said gently.
"Can’t make any promises," he replied with a chuckle. "But I’ll try. Love you, baby girl."
"Love you too, Toji. I’ll talk to you soon."
As the call ended, you found yourself smiling down at your phone, already mentally adding honeybuns to your shopping list. For all his tough exterior and troublemaking ways, Toji had a soft spot that only you got to see.
Later that evening, as you wandered the aisles of the grocery store, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, remembering his unapologetic confession about devouring the last box. You grabbed not one but two boxes of honeybuns this time, thinking about how his face would light up—well, as much as it could under the circumstances—when he got them.
The cashier gave you a curious look as they scanned your purchases. "Big fan of honeybuns?" they asked with a smile.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not me. Someone special."
And special he was, even if he had a knack for driving you crazy with his antics. As you packed up your bags and headed home, you realized that, despite the distance and the challenges, you’d do just about anything to keep Toji smiling—even if it meant being his personal honeybun supplier.
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Fandom Problem #7260:
I hate how people get so upset when authors remove their fics rather than orphaning them and acting like the author was soooo selfish and that orphaning is the only right and justice choice for them to make, especially when the fic in question had a handful or even no comments.
Like, people share their fics for community and connection. I share my fics for community and connection. I will always write for myself, but I share them for the human connection. If there's no connection? Well, I'm not going to share then, and I sure as hell am not going to orphan because that's MY fic, MY hard work, why would I want to remove myself from it, to not be able to show it to others and say "hey look at this thing I made, what do you think?" just because a stranger who doesn't even have the guts to tell me they like it, likes it? And there's no such thing as an individual, so many other fic authors likely do/think the same.
"Oh, but you aren't entitled to comments!" You're right, but you also aren't entitled to millions of stories at the wonderful cost of $0.00 either. It isn't selfish for people to choose to not comment, but it also isn't selfish for authors to delete and/or abandon their fics when they get no comments.
"But what if that fic helped someone through a hard time? Saved their life?" Should've told the author that, can't blame the author for prioritizing their own mental health when they weren't even aware they were carrying the burden of a stranger's mental health too.
Writing is already so hard even if you're doing it for yourself. Sharing it is terrifying. Letting people, strangers even, know the things you like, your traumas, your mistakes? The only thing that makes sharing worth it is knowing that there are other people out there who like the same things, share your traumas, and won't judge you by your mistakes and that by sharing your stories, you can find them and even if it's just for a moment, just a single small interaction.
But if you can't find them? They don't let you know that—yes, we're alike! I like this too! I understand this character! I don't mind that you're imperfect, we're human!—Why keep sharing? Why leave all these painful pieces of yourself scattered about if you gain NOTHING from it? Why leave something that was meant to be a bridge of connection up, when it goes unwalked? It's an abandoned house, an unused lot, a corpse. Community interaction is the lifeblood of fic, and if the blood doesn't flow, it will be buried.
Yes, fandom may not cost money, but there needs to be an exchange if you want it to continue because fandom is and always will be a community, not just fics and art.
"But I'm scared to comment!" "I just want to lurk!" etc.
That's valid, but you can't complain when authors delete their fics, stop posting, and fandom begins to dwindle because all they received for their efforts and nakedness is silence. Kudos and likes will always be appreciated, but that's not connected, that is not community, and that's not what authors share and bare their hearts for. Of course, you can be upset when fics disappear and authors leave, but don't bitch if you know the reason why and could have helped prevent it. If you don't play your part in the community keep your mouth shut when it dies. Don't cry at the funeral a fandom you did nothing more but look at.
Let authors delete their fics and disappear in peace. They were shown how little the community valued them when they were left in silence, and no amount of complaints and cutesy positive posts are going to change that.
Deleting fic isn't evil. It's the acceptance that no matter how much you share, how much effort you give, the community doesn't care enough to even give you a single thumbs up and it's the action of parting ways with that community.
And asking those people who just want to leave and be left alone because the community was neglectful to keep sharing AND walk away if they don't like the silence by orphaning their fics instead of deleting them is so selfish. It's cruel to pressure them to keep their work up when they're ready to leave because YOU want to just take, take, take, and give not even a thanks in return.
I'm so sick of being treated like a monster when I post a fic, work it for months upon months, see the hit could rise higher and higher, and get not even a single person interacting but being treated like a selfish monster for deleting it when continuing to share it eventually became too painful.
"Oh, but write for yourself! You shouldn't write for the comments!" I write for myself, my Google Docs are full of dozens upon dozens of fics that I read and reread, laugh and cry at. But I only share for the comments/community, and well, the community decided that it doesn't want me and so I'm done sharing. I'm never sharing again when I'll just be fucking ignored. I'm done letting people call me and anyone else who has also decided they're done sharing selfish entitled pricks for just wanting to connect with others when they didn't give a damn dollar or even just a fucking smile emoji in return
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Your Music Suggestions
I received a lot of messages in my inbox for music recommendations or song-related asks and instead of commenting on them one-by-one I figured I'd lump them together! Enjoy and thanks for sharing!
Anon asked: Have you listened to "Waiting For The Night" by Armin Van Buuren? If not you have to it's so good🤭 I go right to sleep when I listen to it😴
E: I had never heard of that before. That was super pretty! It's interesting that it makes you sleepy, whereas I think it's a song you'd hear at a club to get you pumped. Either way, thank you for sharing!
Anon asked: So I don’t know if you heard of Epic the musical. But there is a song called “Would you fall in love with me again?” And I can picture Shadow and Aurora in the context of the song. Especially if shadow had just finished dealing with the Black Arms for good and isn’t sure if he would ever be himself. If you haven’t heard the musical, I highly recommend it
E: YES I know Epic and I love it! (and I'm regularly going "🎶𝔭𝔢𝓝𝓔𝓵𝔬𝔭𝓮𝓔𝓔𝓔🎶" because of it haha). That song makes me cry! And now I'm crying even more that you put it in the context of Shadora 😭 Yes I think that's a perfect fit, especially because no matter what, Shadow will always be Shadow! AH! Thank you for sharing that with me!
Anon said: Hey Evay! Give a listen to Stupid Heart by Sorana! This song reminds me so much of an Amy pov, in the beginning before she eventually does end up with Sonic 😊 This artist is actually Romanian, which is what language the original song is in! The lyrics used translated in English is: “You want to leave but won’t take me with you, won’t take me with you, won’t take me with you | Your face and the love in the linden tree reminds me of your eyes” The original song is hard to translate apparently but it’s about love at first sight :) I thought that was pretty cool lore added to an internet classic haha (I’m assuming you must know of the numa numa guy, considering you’ve been on the internet for a long time like me!)
E: I could totally see what you mean by saying this song makes you think of Amy. That was really catchy! And it played on my nostalgia for sure, because yes I am very familiar with the original "Dragostea Din Tei" song haha. Thank you so much for sharing!
Anon said: you’ve probably been sent this a thousand times but I need to know that you know about this (also I love your art 🥹���️)
E: "My Favorite Thing" IS my favorite thing! The first time I heard it I had to pinch myself because I was like "Is this real or am I dreaming right now?!" I know it's not canon and that Jun'ichi Kanamaru and Taeko Kawada only sang it for fun, but oh my god it fills my heart so much. And it's canon to ME! Also thank you so much, I'm so happy you like my art!
mariahdoby13 asked: What if Aurora listens to die with a smile by Lady Gaga featuring Bruno Mars what was her reaction while listening to the song?
E: That was beautiful! That's definitely one of those songs she'd be listening to on repeat and just crying her eyes out haha
lucidheart3 said: Recently I stumbled upon the song Yours by Post Malone and it reminded me of Shadow and Sonic’s dynamic and wanted to share it with you alongside my thanks!
E: Oh my GOD 😭 These father-talking-about-his-daughter-getting-married songs are KILLING ME! I do think this song is especially fitting, since even though the song is emotional, it's actually kind of threatening haha. VERY on brand for my depiction of Overprotective!Sonic. Thank you so much for sharing, it made me cry!
theaussieblue said: I was reading your comics when this came on, and for some strange reason all I could think of was Shadow's endless journey through space for the woman who had taken his heart.
E: Whoa. I'm really honored that this song made you think of them and I can totally see it too! There's such a haunting sadness to the music that really resonates with that portion of my AU's story. I know I always kind of answer asks with a blunt "Shadow's been in space for most of my AU" but without having written the story into a proper fic yet, I don't think I've done a great job of emphasizing how sad that is meant to be. In trying to find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he ends up spending decades on his own in the loneliest place imaginable: outer space! I'm thankful that you were able to feel what I was going for, even if it was with the aid of music. Thank you for sharing, I added it to my Shadora playlist.
Anon said: Have you ever heard the song Not Now by Blink 182? Man, ok idk if this is going to make sense so try to stay with me haha but I was listening to it the other day and the lyrics remind me soooo much of like, a scenario of what Sonic’s inner struggle might be trying to control Dark Sonic & it’s (the lyrics) directed towards Amy. Please tell me you understand and see the visionnnnn!! Lmao I have no one to share this with and I’m going feral over it 😂 (I looove me some dark sonic sonamy struggles )
E: First of all, you had me at Blink 182 lol. You're speaking directly to my alt/punk rock heart! Secondly, I LOVE that little music video you have in your head and I can totally see it! Ahh don't you just love how our brains are able to make up these cinematic pieces to songs?! I hope you have the encouragement you need to write this into a fic or make it into a drawing some day because I'd love to see it! I, too, love the drama of either Sonic or Amy succumbing to the darkness and it's the other that is their lifeline to returning to the light. 😩🤌❤️ Thanks for sharing your vision with me!
inkheartart said: Hi, just curious if you're still taking suggestions for your Sonamy Playlist because I have few. If that's all right. Stand by you - Rachell Platten | I really like you - Carly Rae Jepson | Wildfire - Smash Into Pieces | Love me like you do - Ellie Goulding | Sledgehammer - Fifth Harmony | Love's just a feeling - Lindsey Stirling
E: So many of your suggestions are on point! Admittedly, "Stand By You" is one of those songs that I repeatedly add and remove to the Sonamy playlist. It is 100% them but the only reason I sometimes take it off is because I end up hearing it too many times haha. Also "Sledgehammer" is seriously Amy's unofficial theme! 😍 Thank you so much for sharing these with me! I even added a few of them to the playlist 😊
blueblur4 said: Sonic sings Golden Hour by JVKE to Amy, saying how she looked in his eyes when he first met her, meaning he's confessing his feelings for her. Than on their 30th wedding anniversary Sonic sings it again for Amy for an anniversary gift. When Sonic finishes Amy says, "I remember you singing me that" or "I haven't heard you sing that sing in forever." Meanwhile Aurora is surprised that her dad can sing.
E: That's such a beautiful idea! I really like the idea of Sonic choosing to sing the same song to her at such a milestone anniversary, because I'm sure Amy might have thought he'd have forgotten something like that. It's so sweet!
saphstories said: NO BUT LISTEN I JUST HAD THE CUTEST/FUNNIEST IDEA FOR SHADORA: Shadow goes over to Aurora's house either to pick her up for a date or just hang out and sneaks up to her window (he just seemed a little bit comfy on the window sill in FPS so me theorizing that's a normal thing) and she's listening to music and singing along (Rory being Rory) but Shadow is /shook/ that she's listening to Crush 40...Specifically I Am All Of Me. He doesn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed but as always when Aurora sings or something he enjoys the show and she's so swept up in it that she doesn't even realize he's there watching her...until she turns around and his sudden appearance scares the bejeepers out of her. Now Shadow starts laughing and Rory's like "Oh yeah?" And to get him back starts BLASTING AT FULL VOLUME: "All Hail Shadow." Singing and dancing so exaggeratedly that Shadow gets embarrassed but goes in to have fun with her (whatever that looks like, dancing and singing or even some air guitaring?)...and then they both get busted because "AURORA TURN THAT DOWN!"
E: LISTEN. If the themes from the games exist in Sonic's world for real, the second Aurora discovered "All Hail Shadow" not only would that song would be blasting NONSTOP because internally she's like "Hell yeah that's my beau" but she would ABSO-LUTELY tease Shadow about it. I just adore this scenario you've described! You totally get the fun energy that I try to build between the two (in addition to the more sappier, romantic stuff). This made me smile!
Anon said: I have a recommended song from a YouTuber that I sometimes watch,it’s called puzzle park,you might like it.
E: I have no idea what this is but I tell you what, that was an absolute blast. I like villain songs and this was giving serious 'villainous vibes' so that was fun!
heroofchaos asked: Have you ever heard a country song called "The Painter"? its by Cody Johnson and I ask because about 3-4 weeks after it hit the radios I suddenly heard Shadow and Aurora in the lyrics.
E: Aw! I had never heard this song before you told me about it. I agree, I think it fits them very well! Aurora is very much an optimist and so she has a very different way of seeing the world than Shadow originally did. Thank you for sending that to me!
pellet-the-cat said: I cannot get this out of my head! Since you headcanon Jeremy Jordan as Rory's Voice, how cool would it be to have Gender Swapped Boon be voiced by Erika Henningsen?🤩
E: This message was not exactly related to a song but I wanted to include it because now it's completely changed how I think about "More Than Anything" (For the better!) 😭 Now when I listen to it, I'm picturing Rory and Boon singing it together (even if it doesn't fit their story, their voices sound so dang good together!). This was such a cool idea, thanks for sharing!
#ask me#evayQA#music#long post#headcanons#my au#aurora the hedgehog#sonamy#shadora#shadowxaurora?#shadowxaurora#sonic trash#music recommendations
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johnny suh x reader word count - 1.6K genre - smut non idol au warnings - unprotected sex, heavy jealous and possessiveness, rough sex, daddy kink, slight dom/sub dynamic … let me know if i missed anything else. more below <3 typed in lower cased on purpose :3
you found yourself longing for johnny’s attention. he had been working nonstop for months, you craved quality time with him. his hard work finally paid off. recently promoted to the senior position at his company. of course, you were proud of him but, you couldn’t help feeling neglected.
you decided to take matters into your own hands. tagging along to the company’s promotion party. it was a grand affair, held at a luxurious hotel with elegant decorations. once you arrived alongside johnny you felt out of place among the sea of sophisticated professionals but, you were determined to make your presence known to johnny.
you entered the room eyes scanning the crowd, johnny began socializing with a group of colleagues including jaehyun.
your heart sank as you watched the way the way he seemed to light up the room. you wanted that attention directed towards you. not others.
you weaved your way throughout the crowd, making your way towards johnny. you make your presence known by tapping him on the shoulder. ‘i just wanted to congratulate you again on your deserved promotion’, you said, your voice laced desperation. he turns to you, eyes narrowing. ‘thanks babe’ his tone was slightly dismissive. ‘i’m in the middle of something. why don’t you go grab a drink and mingle? i’ll catch up later’
you felt a sting of rejection but, you weren’t going to give up that easily. ‘i’d rather stay with you’ pouting slightly. ‘i want to celebrate my man’
johnny sighed, his patience wearing thin. ‘i appreciate the support, but i need to network. it’s important. you understand right?’ you nodded. you felt a surge of jealously as you watched him engage in such a lively conversation with his colleagues especially jaehyun.
the center of attention.
you notice the way his eyes lingered on your body. determined to get johnny’s attention, you decide to play a little game. you slide closer to jaehyun, leaning closer you whisper in his ear. ‘i’ve been watching you all night…i’ve noticed your stares’
jaehyun’s eyes widen at the confession, a slow smile spreads across his face. you continue, ‘you’re pretty hot, you know that?’ you giggle, a rush of excitement as you flirted with someone other than johnny. you knew it was wrong, but the thrill of it coursed throughout your body.
you exchanged a few more playful remakes, keeping an eye on johnny who was oblivious to it all. you realized he wasn’t going to give you the attention you craved.
frustrated, you took things up a notch. you excused yourself from jaehyun and made your way towards the bar. johnny was still engrossed in his work discussions. you drowned your drink, signaling for another one. your inhibitions melted away. a buzz slowly creeping up on you, your neediness increasing. you wanted johnny to notice you, and you were willing to do whatever it took.
as the night wore on, you became bolder. you approached johnny again but, this time with a sultry sway. ‘hey johnny’ you purred. running your fingers alongside his arm. ‘i think we should leave. i have a surprise for you back at home’ johnny’s eyes flickered with interest but, he quickly composed himself. ‘i’m sorry sweetheart, but i can’t leave yet. i still have a few more people to meet. why don’t you go ahead and i’ll join you later?’
your heart sank, anger bubbled inside you making it harder to control yourself. ‘but i want to be with you’ you whined out. ‘i need you’ johnny’s expression hardened, he took a step back. ‘i need to focus on my work right now. i’ll make it up to you later, i promise. just give me some space okay?’
you felt like you were losing control of your emotions. ‘no! i won’t let you ignore me. i’m tired of being second to your job’ you shouted, drawing attention of the entire room.
the crowd fell silent, everyone’s gaze on you. you realized your outburst but, it was too late. johnny’s face turned red, he looked at you with embarrassment and anger.
‘let’s go’, he said through gritted teeth, grabbing your arm firmly. he led you out of the hotel’s ballroom, his grip was tight around your wrist. you stumbled along, a mixture of shame and defiance. once you were outside johnny released his grip.
‘what the hell was that, huh?’ he demanded his voice was low. ‘you embarrassed me in front of my colleagues i can’t believe you would do that’ you bit your lip , tears welling up in your eyes. ‘i’m sorry johnny. i just .. can’t stand being ignored. i need you.’
his expression softened slightly, ‘you know i care about you but, i have responsibilities. i can’t always drop them for you.’ you nodded sniffling, wiping away your tears. ‘i know. i’m sorry i just love you so much, and i want to be with you’
johnny sighed, running his hands throughout his hair. ‘i love you too, but you need to understand that i have to work to provide for us. i can’t always be there to hold your hand’
you took a deep breath. ‘i know and i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. i just want to please you johnny … i’ll do anything you want’ a spark of interest ignited in johnny’s eyes. he took a step closer, his voice low and commanding. ‘anything? are you sure about that baby?’ you nodded eagerly, your heart was racing. ‘yes, anything. i want to be yours, and only yours’
a slow smile spread across johnny’s face, he took your hand leading you towards his car. ‘then let’s go home, where i can teach you a lesson you won’t forget’
the drive back home to your shared apartment was tense and silent. you sat in the passenger seat, your mind racing with anticipation and fear. you knew johnny was upset, and you were prepared to face the punishment he had planned.
as soon as you walked through the door, johnny wasted no time. he pushed you against the wall, his strong hands gripping your wrist above your head. ‘you’ve been very bratty tonight,’ his breath was hot against your ear. ‘and bratty girls need to be taught a lesson’
you shivered, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your bed. ‘yes, daddy’ you whispered.
johnny’s eyes darkened. he released your wrist sliding his hands down to cup your ass squeezing it. ‘you like that don’t you?’ you nodded, unable to speak as his touch sent shivers down your spine. ‘yes, daddy. please punish me. i’ve been so bad’
with that, johnny lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed, his eyes burning with desire. ‘you’re going to learn how to behave, and i’m going to make sure you never forget it’
he positioned himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs teasingly close to your core. where you needed him the most. ‘you’re gonna beg for it, aren’t you? gonna beg for daddy to fuck you?’ you whimpered, your body already aching for his touch. ‘please daddy. i need you so much i’ll do anything’
johnny chuckled, his fingers finally reaching your wetness. stroking your sensitive folds. ‘anything, huh? well let’s see how far you are willing to go’
he slid a finger inside your cunt slowly at first, then adding another stretching you open. you moaned, your hips arching off the bed craving more. ‘please daddy i need more i’m so close’ johnny teased you, edging you closer to the brink of your orgasm, only to deny your release. ‘not yet baby, you need to earn it.’
you whined your body trembling with need. ‘daddy, please i can’t take it anymore. i need to cum’ he laughed at your neediness. ‘beg for it baby. show me how much you want it’ your voice was hoarse as you pleaded. ‘please fuck me. i need your cock inside me. i want you to fill me up’
johnny positioned himself at your entrance. ‘you want it? you want daddy’s cock’ you nodded frantically, your body was on fire with desire. with one swift thrust, he filled you up completely. you cried out as he began thrusting into you with a relentless force.
‘that’s it, take all of it’, he grunted slamming his hips against yours. ‘you like being stuffed full of my cock?’ you moaned incoherently, your body trembling with pleasure. ‘yes, daddy i love it’ johnny’s control was slightly slipping, his thrust becoming more urgent chasing his own high.
‘you’re mine, do you understand? i own this pussy’ you whimpered, your body submitting to his’. ‘i’m yours only yours’
as he pounded into you, his pace increased you felt a familiar coil of pleasure building within. ‘gonna mark you as mine with my cum’ your eyes widen at his words, you cried out as he slammed his hips into you one last time, his cum fill you up. marking you as his. you climaxed around him, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.
johnny collapsed onto you, his breath ragged as he held you close. ‘that’s my good girl’ , he whispered stroking your hair. ‘you’ve learned your lesson haven’t you?’ you nodded, your body still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. ‘yes daddy, i’m sorry for being a brat. i’ll be good from now on’
johnny smiled, his hand trailing down your body leaving goosebumps. ‘i’ll always be here to remind you, whenever you need it’
A/ N .. I TRIED TO REWRITE A FIC I DELETED BUT IDK THIS SUCKS I WANTED HIM TO BE ROUGHER BUT .. EHH
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Hey, I loved your post on Ulder Ravenguard as he's depicted in Murder in Baldur's Gate. I've been wanting to play MiBG for the lore but haven't had the opportunity yet. Can I bug you for some lore? Apologies in advance for my weird hyperfixation atm.
I'm basically trying to picture the implications of Bhaal's return on the city's government, and how that ties into where we are in BG3.
I don't know if you have any information on Torlin Silvershield, but he was at one point the Grand Duke according to his wiki page, and one of the characters who could become Bhaal's chosen. The problem is, Abdel Adrian and Ulder Ravenguard are also listed as Grand Duke on their wiki pages, and I have no clue how that timeline worked (or if the wiki canon follows an internal consistency vs applying that title to all potential grand dukes).
I'm guessing Torlin replaced Gorion's Ward after Returning Day, leaving Ulder Ravenguard to replace him after he was abducted in 'Dead in Thay'? Or does BG3 erase Silvershield entirely?
Yeah of course!! You're not bugging me at all, I LOVE talking about this stuff :-)
The campaign begins with Grand Duke Abdel Adrian (Gorion's Ward) being attacked publicly in The Wide by Viekang (the only other living "first gen" Bhaalspawn). One of them dies in the duel, causing the other to turn into The Slayer before being killed by the player character(s) (or poison, if you somehow manage to save Abdel). Whoever dies FIRST is wholly dependant on what the DM rolls during their fight and whether or not the player(s) intervene. But no matter what happens, Gorion's Ward and Viekang both WILL die.
This ushers in the resurrection of Bhaal. Throughout the rest of the campaign, Bhaal (now able to influence the material plane) steadily compels the three main antagonists (Ulder Ravenguard, Duke Torlin Silvershield, and Rilsa Rael) into doing increasingly corrupt and violent things until one of them his declared his Chosen during the Feast of the Moon at the end of the campaign. These things range from petty theft, blackmail, stealing hands off of statues, deporting immigrant workers from the city, forcing poorer citizens to dress in accordance to their social class under threat of arrest, arson, violent prison breaks, kidnapping and killing teenagers for ransom, planting explosives in government buildings, brutalizing peaceful protesters, and ordering the mass execution of hundreds of people.
The "canon" Chosen of Bhaal ends up being Torlin Silvershield (before he's quickly defeated and becomes a wight in the Dead in Thay campaign); but in MiBG itself, all three of them are equally possible candidates.
Whichever candidate becomes his Chosen is dependant on how many points they get on "Bhaal's Favor Track" - essentially, if the player(s) don't successfully intervene with their less-than-noble affairs throughout the course of the game, they'll get one point in Bhaal's favor. Whoever has the most points at the end becomes Bhaal's Chosen. Alternatively, a player character can also become Bhaal's Chosen if none of the other candidates are available or there's otherwise some special circumstance in the campaign that warrants that happening (which is what happens to my Dark Urge in my personal version of the story).
Prior to the death of Gorion's Ward, Torlin Silvershield was a Duke on the Council of Four, while Ulder Ravengard was the Marshal of the Flaming Fist. After Gorion's Ward dies, the seat for the Grand Duke is left vacant and much of the conflict in MiBG surrounds multiple characters scrambling to get elected for the position (including Torlin and Ulder) while The Guild stirs conflict in the Lower City in response to the increasingly oppressive laws being passed by the Parliament of Peers.
Descent into Avernus canonized Ulder getting elected as Grand Duke. Torlin might take it upon himself to ACT as Grand Duke in the absence of an official one, but he never actually gets elected at any point (the wiki is just wrong about that one). I don't think the game ever mentions Torlin by name anywhere, but it DOES mention Rilsa Rael in a letter from Keene:
This means that Rilsa IS still alive and a current Kingpin in The Guild, so she (probably) didn't move down too far on Bhaal's hypothetical Favor Track.
I think the implication is either that Torlin is taken to Thay immediately after he's defeated and Bhaal had always intended for him to be disposable or he was never truly Bhaal's Chosen to begin with (the Dark Urge becoming his Chosen in his place) and that was a rumor spread by people who witnessed the attack of "Bhaal's Chosen" during the fete or something.
Because Murder in Baldur's Gate wasn't written with BG3 in mind, some of the information just outright isn't accurate anymore (like Ulder being described as childless and never married, for example). So imo anything that isn't mentioned in the game is up to your interpretation.
EDIT: I already explained this in a reblog, but for anyone who sees this without the addition, Torlin is NOT the "canon" Chosen of Bhaal (at least not across the board). The Forgotten Realms wiki just took a paragraph from Dead in Thay out of context. If you're gonna use the fandom wiki to find information, check whatever source books it cites first.
#thank you for asking!! murder in baldur's gate is so fascinating to me I wish Larian did more with it#hoot hoots#theannoyingurge#bg3#murder in baldur's gate#the dark urge#gorion's ward#ulder ravengard#torlin silvershield#rilsa rael#bhaal#forgotten realms
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is it casual? - B.E
warnings - cheating & smut ᡣ𐭩
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you and your girlfriend of a couple of months are on your way to billie's party. your girlfriend doesn't like billie, but she made the exception because that's your friend. or so she thought.
you guys arrived, and your friend evelyn opened the door.
"omg hey y/n! you look so good, girl," she says while hugging you and then saying hi to your girlfriend.
after you guys say hi to everyone, your girlfriend sits down on the couch while she talks to a few of your shared friends. while she does that, you and eve go to the kitchen to get drinks.
"have you seen billie?" you ask in curiosity.
"um, i actually haven't in a few. i thought she would've came to introduce herself to your girlfriend," she giggles as she knows that your girlfriend doesn't like billie
" babe, a whole fight would happen if that was the case," you say as you giggle as well.
you both giggle as she gets a drink. you just grab a water as you're not that much of a drinker. you both talked for a while, until she looked behind you, and she looked at you and said,
"hey girl, ima leave and go find the others," and quickly leaves.
you turn around, confused, as you can't see where exactly she's going. billie's house is super crowded, and it's hard to even tell. you walk over to a corner of the kitchen and sit on the countertop while drinking your water. you look down at your phone as there are so many people there it causes you to feel almost claustrophobic.
all of a sudden, a figure appears in front of you; you look up, and it’s billie. she's smiling and says
"hey pretty, are you enjoying yourself?" with a playful grin
"billie, what did i say about the nicknames?, and yes i'm enjoying myself," you say as you roll your eyes.
"sorry, ma, i can't help it," she smirks.
you roll your eyes and push her away and make your way to the bathroom. little did you know that she was following behind you; you walked into the bathroom, and as soon as you went to shut the door, she was there.
"billie, what are you doing following me?" you ask
"just wanted to see where you were going. it's a little crowded for you to be walking by yourself," she says, and she makes eye contact with you.
you immediately avert your eyes to the side and say
"okay.. well, i'm just going to sit here until i feel like leaving."
"so then i'll join you," she says and grabs your waist as she pushes you into the bathroom and closes the door with her foot.
"what are you doing? we can't be in here together alone. people are going to think we're fucking” you slightly yell in stress.
"so what, mama? it doesn't matter, does it really?" she says as she starts to come closer to your face. you start to back up until your back hits the sink, where you're cornered by her.
"b-billie," you stutter out.
"hmm?" she says as she puts her hands behind you on the sink to completely corner you. she starts to lean in closer and says
" is it really that casual, mama? does she know that i have you screaming my name as i finger you?"
"billie, what if someone finds out about this? what if someone hears us?" you say in fear
"well better be quiet then, baby. do you really want me to stop? " she says as she starts to slowly kiss your neck.
"no," you say softly as you close your eyes, fighting off the urge to moan.
"good.. now be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah?" she says as she starts to softly suck on your neck and leave open-mouthed kisses on it. she slowly starts to move her hand down to the bottom part of your dress. she starts to pull it up and softly touches your closed area that's begging to be touched.
"please.." you softly gasp out as she continues to play with your clothed pussy.
"please what baby?" she says as she moves away from your neck to watch your face unfold from her touches
"please touch me, billie. please i'll be quiet," you beg out loud without realizing that it was loud.
"shh mama, i will just stay quiet," she whispers, and she begins to pull down your panties and slowly rub your pussy in painful strokes.
you shudder at the feeling and push your hips forward for more friction, as her bare touches weren't enough. she smirks and holds your hips in place, giving you a daring stare to stay still. you listen as she slowly pushes her fingers into your tight cunt.
you let out a soft moan; she immediately uses her other hand to place it over your mouth, and she slowly moves her fingers inside of you. you eyes begin to roll back as she continues to move her fingers. after a while, she begins to move her fingers faster and keeps her other hand on your mouth.
"such a good girl, baby. you're doing so well for me," she exclaims while looking into your eyes.
she can start to see that you're going to cum soon by the way your body is reacting to her fast movements. your eyes roll back as you're so close to your climax. but all of a sudden there's a stop, and you look at her in confusion.
she takes her fingers out of your pussy and looks you in the eyes and licks her fingers.
"what the fuck was that for?" you say, panting.
"well you're not mine just yet. so why would i let you cum?" she says with a smirk, then kisses your cheek and leaves the bathroom.
what a fucking bitch, you think to yourself.
hi loves! so sorry for my disappearance; i made this to make it up. i hope you guys enjoyed itttt! 💋
#ariespeaks#billie eilish#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish fic#explore#wlw post#billie eilish smut
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They are doing a LOTR marathon in the cinemas but it's Saturday and I fucking work Saturdays, why do I have to submit to the fatal order of needing money 😭😭😭😭
I can still go to watch ROTK though 👀
#it's starting at 11 finishing past midnight hdjjdsjz#if i push people outta my way skip lunch i could maybe be on time for ttt#but it's betting on good public transport#oh and by the way i might not be able to come back home if there's the slightest delay#but that's a problem for the me after having seen rotk#i think im gonna go only for rotk#cause ttt is not realistically possible#and i do need to it and stay hydrated lmao#so.... what if i just do that#honestly i appreciate the marathon idea#but also to be completely honest#even if i could#i now have the body of someone lowkey burn out from sitting behind a desk for 9h#so they could do a run on three Saturday nights for the elders (my 32 ass lmfao)#but hey they are playing it it's all that matters#i didn't see them in the cinema back then#so even if i only watch rotk#im gonna cry so fucking much#i wouldn't bear Boromir's death on a giant 4k screen#but like helm's deep battle on fucking giant screen??? i would combust#WAIT#SAM SPEEECH ON A GIANT SCREEN???? IM GOING TO PASS OUT#i won't survive only one movie#guys im already crying sususjjzjzjz#aaaaaaahhhhhhhh#misc
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i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you
#im reading that post that says artists are directors of audience reaction and not its dictator:#'you cannot guarantee that everyone viewing your work will react as you are trying t make them react. a good artist knows that this is what#allows work to breath. by definition you cannot have art where the viewer brings nothing to the table ... this is why you have to let go of#the urge to plainly state in text exactly how you think the work should be interpreted ... its better to be misinterpreted sometimes than#to talk down to your audience. you wont even gain any control that way; people will still develop their opinions no matter what you do#im thinking abt this again cuz i was thinking maybe the thing that lets adventure time work so well the way it does is cuz it doesnt#take itself too seriously that it gives the audience enough room to fuck with subtext and then fuck with them back yknow. i think it was#mentioned somewhere that they werent even planning to run with the postapocalyptic elements that are hinted in the show but changed their#mind after the one off with the frozen businessmen and dominoed into marcy and simons backstory. on the other side there are stories that#explain too much to let the story speak for itself and i think it ends up having to do more with the crew trying to lead ppl in a certain#direction than expand on what they have and i see a lot of this with miraculous. like when interviews and tweets are used as word of god in#arguments and it becomes a little stifling to play around with it knowing the creator can just interject. u can say its the crews effort to#engage with its audience but it feels more like micromanaging. and none of this is to say there ISNT room for stories that spell things out#theyre just suited for different things. if sesame street tried abstract approaches to themes and nuance itd be counterproductive#a lot of things fly over my head so i need help picking things apart to get it- but it doesnt have to be from the story itself. ive picked#picked up or built on my own interpretations listening to other ppl share their thoughts which creates conversation around the same thing#sometimes stories will spell things out for you without being so obvious abt it that it feels like its woven into the text. my fav example#for this might be ATLA using younger characters as its main cast but instead of feeling like its dumbed down for kids to understand why war#is bad its framed from a childs point of view so younger audiences can pick up on it by relating to the characters. maybe an 8 year old#wont get how geopolitics works but at least they get 'hey the world is a little more complicated than everyone vs. fire nation'. same for#steven universe bc its like theyre trying to describe and put feelings into words that kids might not have so they have smth to start with#especially with the metaphors around relationships bc even if it looks unfamiliar as a kid now maybe the hope is for it to be smth you can#look back to. thats why it feels like these shows grew up with me.. instead of saving difficult topics for 'when im ready for it'#as if its preparing me for high school it gave me smth to turn in my hands and revisit again and again as i grow. stories that never#treated u as dumb all along. just someone who could learn and come back to it as many times as u need to. i loved SU for the longest time#but i felt guilty for enjoying it hearing the way ppl bash it. bc i was a kid and thought other ppl understood it better than me and made#feel bad for leaning into the message of paying forward kindness and not questioning why steven didnt punish the diamonds or hold them#accountable. but im rewatching it now and going oh. i still love this show and what it was trying to teach me#yapping#diary
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Late Night Talking
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#poorly drawn mdzs#MDZS#wei wuxian#lan wangji#This scene had massive 'we are the only two people still up at the sleepover' energy#thought let me set the record straight; wwx doesn't open up in the scene. He fully deflects#Nor does LWJ play with ants B*(#I wanted to merge the two scenes a bit that's all#My OG script was a bit funnier but it broke continuity so rip (i.e: wwx outright stated 'remember when YOU...' in reference to the ants)#also rip to lwj saying 'hey U up?' like he's texting his crush. I hope the spirit is still there#We all know lwj sticks to his 9pm bedtime no matter what#and wouldn't be traditionally texting on a cellphone#He wakes up at 4:30 am to go for a run#gets home at 5:30 to use the lan household computer to go on his shared google doc with wwx and comments 'are you still awake?'#cause lets me real. wwx might also keep a steady sleep schedule but at least he *can* pull an all-nighter#Can you imagine lwj at a sleepover? I admit to being the kid who went to bed and woke up 3-4 hours before the others#you either get fed up and wake someone else up for enrichment - or plan ahead to bring a book - or Walk Home#I fully missed out on all that deep heart to heart stuff. I usually was the one to go 'guysssss we are gonna get in troubleeee go to sleep'#wait this is too much sleepover talk I need to talk about wwx in the last panel. It's a mix of panic and pride.#He's just at the beginning of realizing this guy has changed a lot in 13 years#gonna be a while before more comic pages get posted but they're ready to go in the queue!#(I'm still posting other stuff daily though!)
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you can't "just add a few codexes". you have to write those codexes. you have to write them in the proper voice and style and so it doesn't just fit ONE specific person's worldstate but anyone who also may have made the same decision as them. (you might even have to write multiple variations of the SAME CODEX to account for gender/race/class/romance) you have to edit them. you have to decide where those codexes are going to appear. you have to put them somewhere where people who want to read them will find them. you have to program them showing up. you have to flag it so it only shows up in sPECIFIC versions of the game. (because god forbid it doesn't and breaks someone else's immersion) you have to bug test that. you have to hope it still works when it ships.
and after all that the people complaining might still pick up said codex and close out the window immediately. or run past it entirely and complain that they made a selection in the worldstate that never paid off.
and then you've just spent all that time fleshing out something that's just a small nod to a very small percentage of players. time you could have spent on the current plot or companions. time you could have spent on making *active* decisions matter. these things can easily take up weeks or months like you wouldn't fucking believe.
#i challenge anyone complaining about this to try doing it for themselves#really pick up a pen and write these codexes you want so bad#and have it up to the same level of quality it should be for the game#then actually wait until the game comes out and you play it *for yourself* and see if this is still a 'valid criticism'#and hey maybe you do at the end of it all and that would be fine and valid!#until then complain all you want but criticism requires you to make evaluations with context so this is not 'valid criticism'#preparing to get repremanded by my friends for Posting but this is eating away at me inside as someone who takes critique very seriously#esp now that im replaying inquisition and realizing how unfinished and empty it is bc they cut so much stuff to account for worldstates#do you ever think about how upgrading skyhold is almost purely cosmetic and doesn't fucking matter in the end fight#just so some npc in the herald's rest can talk about what happened to merrill's clan or i can get letters from zevran at the war table#granted this prob would have made varric killable and deprived us of silver fox varric so it is what it is#obligatory its fine to be mad/upset/whatever but stop talking like this was a decision made lightly or to spite you The Player#they are not rubbing their hands together maliciously in the writers room like some evil cabal get a grip#dragon age
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and they were singin', bye-bye Miss American Pie // american oldie i think kuwabara unironically listens to
(low effort lyric edit im queueing here in May cos im probably gonna forget it exists otherwise)
#qeued post#for June cos hey pride#the idea of kuwa seeing his friends in a holy almost godly light namely yusuke#and having them all leave unexpectedly#cos before that night at Genkai's i feel like it was solidified in kuwa's brain DESPITE the sidekick complex#DESPITE the fact that he's human and the least powerful member they are still decidedly a team#A team he has a place on. But then all suddenly springing this... YUSUKE springing this departure on him. shatters that belief#yusuke says he'll be back and it seems to make things better but even so kuwabara's face still looks so solemn when he leaves#Likely cos he knows yusuke is just saying shit and doesn't even know if it's possible to come back#this wasn't supposed to be a kuwameshi post it's really not but there's always that undertone when i talk about them so#He just admires them all so much yusuke above all others only to be left behind and that's gotta fuckin hurt#The way we don't see the resolution to this feeling. The lack of belonging the abandonment#next time we see him he's just supposed to be over it but we don't really know if it actually happened#So I like to play with the idea of like . Did he really like healthily accept things or#did he just repress it and deal. Cos like eng dub he tells yusuke ''forget all that stuff I said'' immediately taking back#his harsh words bc it's either stay mad stay upset or quickly forgive and move on cos this could be the last time. or even the jdub#where he doesn't even allow the vulnerability to show enough to trail off he just spouts the normal shit bc it's what they DO he immediatel#tries to get back to the normal dynamic and push himself to being fine with it right now bc he doesn't have the luxury of being upset#when it doesn't matter cos yusuke's leaving. the last thing he hears from him shouldnt be reckless shit he was saying when he lashed out#aka i dont think kuwa's feelings get seriously addressed enough and this episode haunts me cos of that very fact#Im not making any sense. Nico as my witness I swear I was more eloquent yapping to him about it#kuwabara kazuma#yu yu hakusho#kuwameshi
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