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I miss my drink already
#I feel like Iâm being punished#by god or some other force or entity#Iâm so fucking tired man#i canât even put it into words#I just#I just want to die man#but Iâm so afraid of death and things I Iâll leave behind. why are we here just to die anyway I donât get it#I think part of me wants to kms because Iâm too afraid to live#n cool self reflection and all that. but god. Iâm so tired. I am wasting my life and I think that Iâm just#such wasted potential but potential for what#I just wanna fucking.#idk I donât know if I want to die but I donât want to be me anymore#but I have things that I care about so I canât just.#yknow#I want another drink
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over here creating an extended web (hehe) of japan-based tma ocs bc of the fucking. entities as jfashion styles post.
#the thought process went that post > wow i should draw that so ppl would better understand it > i should include bonus details abt the diff#avatars if i do draw it though or it'll just be fashion illustrations w entities tacked on > wow it's late i should shower. sury this is th#train of thought i want to take w me in there > uh oh i have an oc > idk what to do w her though. ooh what if i made fanstatements for each#entity set here then i can figure her out > yay i can evoke my fave type of horror media (being gay in a conservative japanese small town#sucks but there are also monsters so now we get to explore how those two are allegorically connected) > i should use this time stuck hiding#from the rain to write notes > this thunder is loud as fuck. mike crew moment. > wait hold on. she's vast aligned i Do know what to do w he#> i kinda want her and my small town extinction girlie i came up w in the meantime to be connected somehow but they seem like they'd be oil#and water so i've got no real way to force them to meet. guess i'll use the other entities to fill the gap > still researching my extinctio#girlie. some of what i'd like to include here abt this fictional town is kinda giving more end than extinction > i'll just put my end#statement in the same town. guess it has a lot of fucked up shit going on. > oh my god i've created hilltop road... 2! > i need to dedicate#a significant portion of this to this fucking town > waittt but then i'd have to neglect my vast girlie > well if i explore her more#city-centric plotline i won't have enough room for this town and it'll end up just like the og hilltop road. neglected and w unanswered#questions and abandoned plotlines. > I Am Going To Make More Than 15 Of These#romeo.txt
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I think TMA is bleeding into some of my D&D worldlore. Some of my gods are more like... people who have committed themselves so much to a concept/ideal (eg. luck, ambition, family) that they became the gods of those things. And then some of them are just... the raw, unfiltered/unworshiped ideals themselves.
For instance, there isn't really a god of war, but there is just straight up War, an entity, or the essence of war itself, which... exists.
I guess to some extent, the more concrete/person-shaped gods could be taken as avatars of the more essential forces/ideals.
I'm still not sure exactly how I want to do my pantheon, to be honest. I have a few gods developed, and some have names and take on physical forms, but others are... thereish.
#i kind of like the idea that the base entities/forces/ideas Exist but don't really interact with the world beyond abstract influence#and it's the named/worshipped âgodsâ (who were once people) that do things by channeling elements of the entities#but they don't necessarily worship those things.#so far the only god who canonically was once a person is the god of ambition. which i suppose is kind of fitting.#imagine being so ambitious that you become a god. like. that fits.#and then the only decided abstract god is War#maybe some of the gods were once people (eg. ambition) but then others came about through worship and mythology as#avatars of the Forces but they themselves don't âworshipâ those forces so much as they are strongly influenced by them#it does kind of bring about the question though of like... what happens to clerics and such? do they eventually inevitably become gods?#to me it would be deeply sad if the god of family was once a person because that would mean that their whole fam is now dead#so i'm thinking that one came about through like... abstract Feelings Of Familial Closeness#or to be honest could be an abstract entity that has a physical form because like... if people can become gods#maybe gods can become people (like immortal powerful people but like... with emotions and fleshy forms)#to be honest maybe my gods don't need to be super consistent or systematic i think that fits things in a way#mainly i am thinking abt War because one of my players succeeded a sword in the stone type puzzle andlike...#technically now they're a paladin of war but i'ven't given that god a name#i see war as an apathetic distant figure but unfortunately the trial already happened and it was partially a morality trial of like...#âplease don't kill civiliansâ and it generally focused on the Horrors Of War which... idk if the apathetic figure of war would do that#dante dicit#might delete
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Got an interesting take on eldritch horror for all you writers out there. It's a bit of a roundabout schlep to reach the actual idea, but writers tend to be readers so I hold you'll stick with me til we get there.
So, consider a 2D creature. Little flat dude, living on the ground. No concept of "up" or "down." He's 2D, he just doesn't parse the concepts and can't perceive them anyways.
He sees you. What he actually sees is just the 2D cross section of you where you intersect with his 2D world, which is probably your footprints. So, as far as he can tell, you are a pair of footprints that are.... apparently one being? He doesn't get how it works exactly, but it's not too far out there, so he just kind of accepts that, yes, humans are The Two That Are One. Spooky. They always seem to use the singular to refer to the pair of themselves, and only differentiate between themselves as Left or Right. But other paired instances of The Two That Are One are, in fact, separate entities. So they're only in sets of two, unless accompanied by a companion called "Cane," which they are sometimes, or even a pair of companions called "Crutches." When Crutches are present, sometimes one of The Two That Are One will be missing entirely. It's a little confusing.
But wait, what now? They disappear and reappear in sequence, teleporting in turns. He never sees them just move like a 2D being, always the stop-start teleporting. Apparently this strange power is called "walking," and its accomplished by The Two That Are One moving through an unseen dimension called "Up," through a process called "lifting" themselves and re-entering the real world farther away in the direction they wanted to go. He can accept the idea of unseen dimensions, and he vaguely gets the idea that one of The Two That Are One must remain anchored in the real world to prevent something called "falling," which is some kind of uncontrolled movement through the unperceivable dimension of "Down." Which is the same dimension as "Up," but...... backwards? Reversed? He's not really clear, but "Falling Down" is presumably bad, so The Two That Are One keep one of themselves here in the real world to prevent it.
Except if they do something called "jumping." Which consists of gathering up their power to hurl themselves through the Up dimension together to reappear together somewhere else in the real world. He isn't sure why they Walk instead of Jump, since it seems better to take both of The Two That Are One together at the same time, but okay.
Okay, what the hell, they can Walk through impenetrable barriers like the great wall of Sidewalk Chalk? How do they go through that? What? They went "Over?" The hell is "Over?" Like 'around' but through the unseen dimension of Up? But they couldn't Walk through the barrier of Wall. Why could they go "Over" Sidewalk Chalk but not Wall?
And they can't go between the four small obstacles of Refrigerator Feet. The area between them is safe from The Two That Are One, for the four Refrigerator Feet are connected to each other in the strange and eldritch dimension of Up. The barriers are too powerful to be moved by The Two That Are One, and it (they?) cannot enter the real world where it is blocked by such powerful forces.
Got all that?
Okay, now consider a 4 dimensional elder god and how we 3D entities would perceive them.
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GHOSTLY ROMANCE âĄ
đđđđđđđ: fushiguro toji/reader
đđ: 8k
đđđđđđđ: when it becomes blatantly obvious your house is being haunted, the only thing there is for you to do is coexist but what do you do when that ghostly presence haunting your house begins haunting your heart ??
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ only, smut, swearing, making out, obsessive! toji, ghost! toji, slight perv! toji, toji has a big dick, dirty talk, fingering, voyeurism (?), p in v sex, squirting, creampie, f!reader, reader referred to as 'woman', i think that's all âĄ
As of late, youâre beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that your house is haunted, and you arenât really sure how to react. Often times, youâll find things arenât where you left them, some objects are moved just slightly of where they were, and other things are found in completely different rooms.
Sometimes when you go to lock your doors and windows for the night, you find itâs already been done. Innocuous and for the most part these are things you could brush off as you being absent minded, the kicker comes when you start seeing a figure out the corner of your eye or in a passing reflection.
Ignoring it all has been your go to, deciding itâs best to just pretend itâs not happening, and you would continue to keep doing so but your sleep is getting interrupted now and if there is anything you donât get in between, itâs you and your sleep.
The dreams youâve been having have started to wander into the obscure territory of some man you donât recognise living in your house. He walks around like he owns the place, locking doors, closing curtains. Itâs not particularly scary but it is unsettling and leaves you feeling unrested, like you didnât sleep much at all.
Now, as youâre trying to get some well-deserved rest, something goes bump in the night, and you just know itâs that stupid man haunting your house. Frustratedly, you kick the covers off your body and stomp down the hall to where you think the sound originated from.
Arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, you wait for something, anything, but of course nothing comes. This ghost, entity, or whatever, thatâs haunting you started off as easy to ignore and now itâs pissing you off greatly, you just want some damn sleep.
âYou got me here, you got me out of bed so you must want something,â your foot continues to tap, increasing pace with your bad mood.
The room continues to be blanketed by the quiet you so badly wanted while you were drifting to sleep, âYouâre so rude, haunting me with stupid dreams and moving my shitâŠâ youâre grumbling to yourself, ââŠhavenât slept well in over a week and now I canât even get to sleep!â
Still, the room is filled by the deafening silence that usually lingers in your house at this hour, âGreat⊠and now Iâm talking to myself, Iâm going fucking crazy.â
As you turn to leave the room, you bump into something that feels as stiff as a board. You take a few steps back at it and youâre met with someoneâs chest. The person in front of you leans down until they meet your face, his tone deep and monotone when he lets out a low, âBoo.â
It almost feels like the blood drains out of your body at the sight of him and before you have time to really process, your hand is reaching back and up to give him a hard slap right across the face. A small yelp leaving you at it, the smack resounding throughout the otherwise quiet house.
When you draw your hand back, itâs to cover your mouth as you gasp at just how hard you seemed to have slapped him, apology tumbling from your lips and you can only really say itâs because of how shocked you are by the force you used, âIâm so sorry, oh my God, that sounded really bad⊠did that hurt?â
Heâs stoic for a moment before cracking a smile and chuckling at your shocked apology, âNot quite the reaction I was looking for.â
âSorry! I didnât mean to hit youâŠâ you trail off, suddenly regretting all your apologies, âHey! Youâre the one who should be apologising to me.â
Heâs still far too amused for your liking, âWhat for? Youâre the one who hit me.â
âYou quite frankly deserved it,â your brows furrow as you eye him over, you expected something more⊠ghoulish but he appears to just be some man.
âI donât think so, Iâve done nothing to youâŠâ heâs talking but youâre not really paying attention, confused by his appearance and, honestly, existence.
Your finger moves towards him, poking at his chest, something you think you shouldnât be able to do. Heâs firm, obviously corporeal, itâd surprise you more if you hadnât just slapped him as hard as you did.
Youâre lost in your thoughts as you continue to poke at him. He cuts himself off to grab your wrist, ââWhat are you doing?â
âAre you just some guy? Are you just some man in my house right now?â Youâre beginning to freak out, much more amenable to the idea of a ghost in your house over some stranger, âI have to call the copsâŠâ you try tugging away, quickly growing more fearful.
Heâs rolling his eyes at you like youâre overreacting, âCalm down.â
Your eyes are big and round as you look up at him, scared out of your mind as the idea of some man in your house settles in your bones, âNo, I think Iâm going to keep being scared.â
âIf it makes you feel better, Iâm not humanâŠâ he squints at you, âAnymore.â
Rightly sceptical when you utter back, âI donât know if I believe youâŠâ
He seems annoyed at your unwillingness to take him at his word, sighing as he turns and walks out of the room⊠through the wall. You wait a moment for him to come back but he doesnât, youâre left in the room alone, wondering if that little interaction actually happened or if youâve finally lost it.
Another moment passes, waiting, just in case he appears again before you resign yourself to the fact that youâre beginning to hallucinate from lack of sleep. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and walk back to your room, only to be met with the sight of him laying leisurely on your bed.
âIâve gone insane,â you mumble to yourself, âIâm losing my fucking mind in this house alone.â
âIâm pretty sure youâre sane, from what Iâve seen anyways,â He shrugs, âA little spacey but otherwise.â
His words have you glaring at him, âYou ever been told youâre annoying?â
âNot for a long time, no,â his smirk is lopsided.
You approach the foot of your bed, looking at him with your arms crossed, âRight⊠okay, well, youâre annoying.â
His own arms are supporting his head, clearly very comfortable in your bed, âYouâve only spoken to me for a few minutes, I might grow on you.â
A scowl overtakes your face, âI really doubt it.â
His smile feels condescending, âI think itâs your only option, either you get used to me or you move out because this was my house first, sorry doll.â
âIâm still not fully convinced youâre not just some guy in my house,â how are you meant to tell if youâve gone insane? Maybe you should book a doctorâs appointment.
âI technically amâŠâ he tilts his head at you, âIâm just not alive.â
There are so many questions you have, and you arenât even sure if youâd believe any of his answers, âIf youâre a ghost why can I touch you?â
Stretching out slightly, he groans before answering, âBecause I let you, how else would I be moving your shit around?â
âSo, you are moving my things around!â Youâre pointing at him like some huge mystery has been solved.
He looks at you like it should be obvious at this point that it was him, taking the wind out of your sails with a single look.
Coughing slightly, you cross your arms again, trying to recover from the slight embarrassment youâre currently feeling, âWhy are you touching my things and why show yourself now?â
âYou yelled at me to show myself,â he rolls his neck, âThought Iâd be polite and give an introduction.â
âSome introduction⊠you didnât even give me your name,â you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on, âYou only answered one of my questions.â
A soft sigh leaves him, like this whole conversation is becoming tedious, âI get bored.â
âReally? Thatâs your answer? Iâve been wondering if Iâm crazy or if my house is haunted and even losing sleep over stupid dreams of your stupid face and youâre telling me itâs because youâre bored.â
He purses his lips, like heâs trying to hide a smile, âPretty much.â
âGet out.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â your hands are on your hips, prominent frown plastered on your face, âGet out.â
âI canât technically leave,â he tries to reason with you.
âI donât care, I know you can disappear and leave me alone so do that,â youâre so tired and cranky, you just want to go to sleep and pretend this never happened, âI want to sleep, and I want it to be peaceful so leave me alone and get out!â
âSo bossy,â he grumbles as he gets up, leaning down into your space as he walks past you, âI like that in a woman.â
You fight the involuntary shiver that wants to run down your spine, beyond pissed off at Casper the annoying ghost. Why did your house have to be haunted? Why couldnât you live a peaceful and normal life? These are all things you wonder as you crawl into bed, determined to get some sleep tonight.
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In the morning, you think what had happened last night was some obscure dream, and youâd probably go on thinking that way if your ghostly house guest didnât appear in front of you while youâre in the middle of breakfast.
Your spoon clatters to your bowl with a gasp, âDonât!â You sigh loudly, âDonât do that.â
âDonât do what?â He leans back into the chair across from you.
âDonât just appear,â you grumble to yourself, âAlmost thought I had made up all of last night.â So close to having a normal life, you can see it now floating out of your grasp.
âSorry, doll, Iâm very real and I very much live here.â
That earns him a scoff, âYouâre a freeloader.â
âExcuse me?â He leans forward, elbows resting on the table.
You repeat it for him slower, âYou. Are. A. Freeloader.â
âI heard you,â his eye almost twitches.
Leaning back in your chair, you cross your arms, looking away from him and out the window, âThen donât act like you didnât.â
âI could kill you,â he threatens.
You donât feel inclined to take him seriously, âSo could my neighbour, youâre not special.â Your gaze is fixed out the window, watching said neighbour walking to collect his mail. When you turn back to your unwanted companion his glare is pointed and very clearly unhappy which only has you rolling your eyes at him, âYouâd really kill me because I called you a freeloader?â
A quiet hum leaves him, âIâm considering it.â
âDrama queen,â itâs murmured but you know he heard it, especially if his growing scowl is anything to go off.
âShouldnât you be more scared or something?â
Your eyes squint at him, leaning over the table slightly as you provoke, âOh, I bet youâd love that.â
âI would actually,â he almost sounds exasperated which only has you growing amused.
You decide to try bargaining with him, âListen, if youâre gonna freeload here the least you can do is stay out of my way.â
âI liked you better last night when you were scared.â
You take a mouthful of your breakfast, pointing at him with your spoon when you reply, âWell, I liked you better a few months ago when it was significantly easier to ignore your presence.â
Itâs quiet, no reply coming from him, leaving it up to you to continue the conversation if you want answers, âWhat do you even want? Because if you really do plan on killing me Iâll tell you now that the next person who lives here will not be as cute as I am.â
He deadpans at your joke, âYouâre hilarious.â
âI know,â you flick your head like youâre flipping luxurious hair.
Already seemingly sick of you when he grumbles, âI already regret showing myself to you.â
âGood, this is much more of an ordeal for me you know? Not only do I know ghosts exist now but there is some guy in my house all the time, how am I meant to go on with my daily life?â
âNot really my problem,â he brushes off your concern.
Being honest, you say, âI donât like you.â
To which he returns with a big grin, âIâll grow on you.â
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You wish so badly that he didnât, but he does, he grows on you. Itâs nice coming home to someone, having someone to talk to while you eat or do mundane chores. Itâs been a few months now and you thought he would be more of a bother, but you think you might be the one bothering him.
Itâs funny how you didnât realise how lonely you were until you finally had someone to spend time with. Early on he told you his name, Toji, he told you he used to live here, and that he died in the house. He still hasnât disclosed to you how he died, and you donât want to intrude by asking so you donât. Heâs still quite young so you imagine it wasnât by natural causes which only deters you from wanting to probe for any more information from him.
If youâre being honest with yourself, youâd recognise that youâre beginning to crush on a ghost but since that seems like something so far out of the realm of ever possibly happening, you squash down the feelings. And when that doesnât work, you try avoiding him, which is not exactly a fool proof plan when heâs the ghost haunting your house who doesnât need to sleep.
For the third weekend in a row, youâre sneaking into your own house late, having been out all night with friends just to avoid spending the whole day with Toji. Itâs his fault though! Heâs hot and also a huge flirt and he makes your heart race, and none of these thoughts are holy so you decided to just avoid him altogether.
Kicking your shoes off at the door, you sneak through the house and into your room, thinking youâve successfully changed and gotten into bed without him noticing. Victory short lived when he appears next to you on your bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip suddenly.
You scrabble for a second, not expecting the shift, body falling into his. Sheepishly, you look up at him, hand pressed to his chest trying to give yourself some space to think, not used to this proximity. You purposefully keep your distance from him, and it feels like he purposefully gets in yours.
Heâs quick to get to the point, âWhere were you?â
âOut with some friendsâŠâ Hesitance clear in your answer.
âAgain,â Itâs a question but it doesnât really sound like one.
ââŠYeah.â
His eyes scan your face intently and it has you shying away from him, âYouâre being odd,â he states abruptly.
Immediate response being defensiveness, âBecause Iâm going out with my friends?â
âNo, thatâs not it, itâs the frequency, you used to spend most weekends home alone.â
Still, you canât get used to how he knows these things about you, âOkay weâre just gonna ignore that you know that about me.â
Again, he doesnât beat around the bush, âDonât change the topic, youâve been avoiding me.â
Gaze averting his as you stumble out a small, âThatâs not true.â
His eyes meet yours with a pointed look, clearly not believing your half assed lie, âCome on, doll, if Iâve done something to upset you Iâd prefer you just say it.â
âYouâve not done anything,â you jump to assure him, not wanting him to feel bad for no reason. âYouâre the best ghost anyone could ask to haunt their house.â
Ignoring your attempt at humour he pushes for more, âThen what is it?â
An awkward pause shared between you as you try to think of an excuse, âUhm⊠My friends⊠have just been wanting to see me more is all, it has nothing to do with youâŠâ
âMhmâŠâ you can tell he doesnât believe you, but he canât go much further than this, he was as blunt as he could be and hit a brick wall. âWell, I want to see you more too.â
You roll your eyes gently at that, ignoring the excitement his words illicit, âToji, we live together.â
Expression sour when he retorts, âIt doesnât feel like it lately.â
Itâs cute how heâs almost pouting, itâd be cuter if you didnât feel completely awful for ghosting him. You still get to see each other throughout the day but you work during the week, and you havenât been spending much free time with him lately, often opting for going out instead. If avoiding him like this is going to keep making him feel bad you donât want to keep doing it.
Taking the safe option, you choose to make the time spent together productive, âIâll be home this weekend⊠I have a bunch of laundry to do though so it might not be fun.â
His smile is crooked, âAlright⊠got my eyes on you though, doll,â he means it in a light-hearted way, but you think youâve actually hurt him.
âOkayâŠâ you wait a moment for him to leave but he doesnât, youâre still too close to him and heâs not moving. The silence in the room deafening as you can only look at him and wait for his next move.
When he doesnât say anything, you prompt, âToji⊠are you gonna leave?â
âDo you want me to?â His gaze is on your lips, hand reaching to cradle your face and just when you think he might lean in to kiss you, he pecks the top of your head, âNight.â Itâs the last thing he says before he disappears into thin air.
Your heart feels like it might explode, beating a mile a minute at how he seemed to almost kiss you. The disappointment that settled in you when he didnât uncomfortable, were you just reading into things or did he actually want to kiss you.
The covers get pulled up over your head as you grumble to yourself, how the hell are you meant to sleep now⊠heâs confusing you and itâs so unfair. Youâd probably get over your feelings for him if he didnât also show interest in you like this, heâs giving you hope, and it doesnât feel good.
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Ever since the night Toji almost kissed you, itâs all youâve been able to think about, almost operating like a zombie as you go through the motions at home and at work. Every time you saw him it felt like your skin was on fire, like you might spontaneously burst into flames.
This week has been especially trying because it seems like he actually has been watching you closer than usual. Normally he would give you some more space, but it was almost like every time you were in one of the main areas of the house, he was also there. Heâs not the type youâd peg for being clingy but then again, you didnât take your house to be the haunted kind so what do you know.
Getting lost in your thoughts while fiddling with your poor-quality sink isnât the best course of action, but it doesnât seem like youâre making any good choices in life right now. While trying to tighten the faucet by hand, it decides to punish you for being absent minded and sprays water all down your front.
Quickly, you rush to stop the water, all kinds of expletives leave you as your hands slip over the metal. When the water finally stops your hands grab the edge of the counter, slumping against it.
A shiver runs down your spine before you hear him speak, âYou really should pay more attention to what youâre doing.â
âItâs not my fault, this sink sucks!â If you had slightly less emotional regulation you might stomp your feet about it all.
He laughs at your frowny face, âI always meant to get it replaced.â
Turning to face him, you huff, âThis sink is the bane of my existence.â
âItâs not all bad,â his eyes track down your front, âI did get to see you in a wet shirt because of it.â
âYouâre unbearable,â you groan.
âAnd yet youâve never tried to exorcise me.â
âYou know what, thatâs a good option to keep in mind, thanks,â you smile sarcastically at him before wandering down the hall, muttering to yourself, âWell⊠at least itâs laundry day today I guessâŠâ
Toji is hot on your trail, not speaking, just following you around the house as you collect all your laundry. If you had to describe it, youâd probably say he was hovering, like heâs waiting for you to crack and tell him why youâve been avoiding him.
You would love to talk to him about whatâs bothering you but how exactly does one go about telling the hot ghost that you coexist with that you want to jump his bones, there must be a wiki how page for that online somewhere. The absurdity of the situation is almost enough to make you laugh, almost.
âYou in there, doll?â Tojiâs voice shocks you back down to Earth.
Dropping the shirt youâd been holding for too long into the washer as you reply, âHmm? Yeah⊠Iâm here, whatâs up?â
âYou know youâve always been a little spacey, but itâs been worse lately.â His head tilts at you, like heâs observing your behaviours.
Throwing a glance his way as you refute, âI am not spacey.â
He looks away from you like heâs avoiding engaging with you on that topic any further, âIâm just asking if youâre okay, Something on your mind?â
âNothing that concerns you,â dragging out the word as you squint at him.
The exasperated tone he uses is not lost on you, âThen why have you been avoiding me?â
âDidnât we establish last week that I havenât been?â Ignoring his stare as you continue to load the washing machine.
âNo, we established that youâre lying about not avoiding me.â
The persistence he displays is almost admirable, âYouâre annoying.â
âSo are you but less so lately,â response quick on his tongue.
âMaybe Iâve reflected on my previous ways and decided to be a better person.â He scoffs at that, and you turn to face him, looking him in the eyes, âWhat do you want from me?â
âI just wanna know why you donât spend time with me anymore,â he leans into your space, grin wide and taunting, âYou get scared or something?â
âOf you?â brow quirking at him, âPlease,â eye roll following your words.
He sighs at you, backing out of your space, âYouâre unbearable.â
âThatâs my line,â you shoot back, focusing on your laundry again.
A quick hand snatches the garment youâre holding out of your grasp, his attempt at getting your attention back on him. It works because youâre facing him fully now, âYouâre childish.â
âWoah,â he looks at what heâs holding like heâs only just noticed what he had grabbed, âThese are cute.â
If the ground could swallow you whole, you wish it would happen now because why is your unwanted roommate holding a pair of your panties while smiling at you like the cat that got the canary.
âToji,â you warn.
He hums back at you, almost indulgent, âYes, doll?â
âGive them back.â
Dangling your underwear in between the two of you by a single digit, he considers, âI donât know⊠I think I like these; I might keep them.â
The expression on your face incredulous, âAnd what? Wear them?â
âIâm sure Iâll find some use for them,â suggestion written all over his face in a way you wish you werenât attracted to.
âToji.â A second warning.
Again, his reply is the same, âYes, doll?â
âTheyâre dirty.â
âReally?â He looks to them, âWant me to check?â Hand bringing them close to his face before you snatch them away.
âDonât be gross!â You chastise him, chucking the panties into the machine with more force than necessary.
Your skin feels hot from embarrassment, how can he be so shameless? Itâs uncomfortably quiet in the laundry room as you silently stew while looking down into the washer.
Toji sounds tentative when he speaks, âAre you mad?â
Heâs met with an immediate glare at his stupid question, âWell Iâm not happy!â Brows pinched and feeling like your head is about to explode when you struggle to get out, âHowâ how can you be so⊠so? So shameless.â
âBeing dead doesnât hurt,â he says casually.
You canât tell if thatâs an attempt at humour or if heâs being serious but if you had to guess youâd say itâs a little of both, âI canât believe Iâve been crushing on you, youâre so embarrassing. What does that say about me? attracted to a shameless ghost who does nothing but embarrass me.â
Your foot has started tapping against the floor with your frustrations, not even registering the blunder you made about outing your crush on him⊠you know, the thing youâve been actively avoiding him over just to keep secret.
Itâs not until heâs leaning into your space and asking, âYou been crushing on me, doll?â That you realise the mistake youâd made.
âWhat?â You heard him perfectly fine. Only feigning ignorance in an attempt to think of a convincing cover.
Thereâs pride oozing from him, his grin growing by the second, âYou just saidââ
ââNo, I didnât,â there is no way to save this and so you fall back on blatantly lying.
Heâs revelling in how flustered you are and itâs making it worse, âNo, no, I heard you loud and clear. Youâve been crushing on me.â
Your hands move to either side your head, covering your ears as you try to block out what heâs saying, âI canât hear you; I donât know what youâre saying.â
Despite your actions, you can hear him perfectly. So, you hear him crystal clear when he borderline taunts, âYou have a crush on the ghost haunting your house!â
You donât say anything back, only staring at him as you wear all your embarrassment on your face.
His smile lessens, replaced by a kinder one, âIs that why you been avoiding me?â
Slowly turning to face him, you drop your hands and give a small nod, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right now. The fact his immediate reaction was to be amused and prideful has you confused on just what heâs thinking about, does he only find your feelings funny? Does he not take them seriously? Or maybe youâd been overthinking it⊠it is just a crush after all.
You feel a little guilty over how your feelings have been making you act. Heâs literally stuck with you and youâre making it awkward all because you find him attractive, âIâm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable⊠but itâs just a crush, Iâll get over it.â
You meant to offer him some kind of relief in saying that, but it doesnât seem to give him any. A low hum coming from him as he moves in closer. Bending at the waist so he can eye you carefully, getting so close that you avoid his gaze, face hot at his proximity.
âWhat are youââ
ââYouâd just get over me?â He asks. You canât decipher his intent.
Not able to help the way you fumble over yourself when answering honestly, âIâ well⊠I mean⊠eventually? Right?â
Almost doubtful when he counters, âAnd you think Iâm just gonna let that happen?â
The way in which he says it takes you aback, eyes meeting his when you utter a succinct, âStop.â
A singular brow raises at you, âStop what?â
âStop flirting with me,â itâs unfair and only serving to confuse you further.
âWhy?â
Expression somewhere between a pout and scowl when you grumble, âYou are the most exasperating man I have ever had the displeasure of trying to have a conversation with.â
âAnd yet you have a crush on me,â his eyebrows raise.
Swapping back to denial is your solution, âI just changed my mind; I donât have a crush on you anymore.â
Still, he flirts, âAnd thereâs nothing I can do to change your mind?â
âNope,â you pop the word at him, âAll my feelings vanished just like that.â
âThatâs a damn shame,â heâs smirking as he looks at your lips before flicking back to your eyes. One of his hands reach to cradle the side of your face, mouth hovering overs yours, so close to kissing you but ultimately not moving any more than that.
Your eyes had closed at the way he leaned in but when you donât feel his lips on yours you open them to see the way heâs looking down his nose at you, smug smile ever present on his stupid face.
âYouâre being cruel,â and he his, he knows it too, itâs entirely purposeful on his behalf and you can only take so much.
His thumb brushes your lower lip gently, still so unbearably close when he asks, âHow so?â
âLet me go.â You huff at him, âYouâre so distracting, go haunt a different part of the house. I need to finish my laundry.â
âWhy are you so stubborn?â His words are accompanied by an eyeroll.
âWhy are you soââ
Youâre cut off abruptly by his lips colliding with yours, clearly uninterested in further back and forth. Especially since it seems like youâre not willing to give up and just tell him you want him to kiss you. When youâre not immediately pulling away, heâs moving his body closer to yours, other hand large on your back as he pulls you towards him.
Lips so much more careful than you wouldâve expected of him. Searching and relentless but not rough, not yet anyways. Your hands move to his shoulders and grip him, giving into him completely, his kiss taking your breath away.
The hand on the side of your face is manoeuvring you how he likes, wanting to deepen the kiss. Tongue licking into your mouth, it sends shivers down your spine, involuntary moan leaving you.
You arenât really registering it but heâs walking you back, sandwiching you between the washing machine and his large body. Hand previously on the small of your back now on your hip, pulling at your flesh. Then slipping it under your shirt and resting against your skin, his touch eliciting goose bumps.
He tilts your head back and trails his lips down your neck, nipping at you as he goes. Your pants filling the room, small and quiet moans mixed in with your breaths. You can hardly think, too focused on how it feels to have him touching you.
Suddenly gasping a moan when he bites at your neck a little harder than you were expecting, your thighs rubbing together at it. His movements grow more frenzied, lips back on yours in full force, tongue in your mouth depriving you of your air.
So much so that you have to push him back by his shoulders, chest moving rapidly as you catch your breath. Eyes wet and glassy when you look up at him, brows pulled up as you struggle to focus in on his face.
âSorry, I got a bit carried away,â heâs staring at you, awestruck by the stupid look on your face.
You ignore his apology, âKiss me again? Please?â
âHow can I refuse when you ask like that?â The answer is he couldnât, not when your eyes are all glassy from his lips.
The kiss is messy and despite the coolness of him, hot. Your arms are wrapped around his neck now, pulling him down into you. Both his hands on your hips, playing with the waistband of your pants, fingers tickling against your skin.
Parting to speak against your ear, âYou gonna let me touch you, doll?â
Nodding at him, âYeahâŠâ
He hums at you thoughtfully, âYou crushing on me again or am I imagining the hearts in your eyes right now?â
âYou ruin everythingâ ahââ words interrupted by his hand slipping into the front of your pants and underwear.
His fingers slip through your folds, tracing your clit softly, Â âAm I still ruining everything?â
âOh!â noo, no youâre not,â your words are breathless as you shake your head, not wanting him to stop.
âYou knowâŠâ his grin is sly as he speaks to you lowly, âYouâre awfully wet for someone you donât have a crush on.â
Wanting him to stop talking, you turn your head and kiss him. Your tongue sliding into his mouth, the kiss desperate and chaotic. Lips connected by a string of saliva when you pull back.
Your words are saturated in sarcasm but completely true, âI have a big fat crush on you, Toji, are you happy now?â
âEcstatic,â he smiles brightly, finger probing at your entrance, âIn fact, I might just reward you.â As he finishes his sentence, his digit is pushing into you, biting his lip at how you gasp against him. âYou know, youâre really cute like this, all breathless and struggling to take a finger.â
âSuch a mean ghost,â you sulk.
âYouâre meaner, avoiding me all because of a stupid crush,â his finger crooks inside you, almost knocking you over, âIf youâd just told me about it we couldâve had fun so much sooner, you been depriving me of this sweet cunt.â
Your legs are feeling shaky under you, âHow was I supposed toâ hahâ know?â
âI flirt with you relentlessly and follow you around all day like a damn puppy and you think I donât wanna fuck you?â He chuckles humourlessly, âShit, doll, if you needed it to be more obvious all you had to do was tell me.â A second finger joins his first, scissoring them to open you up, âIâd drop to my knees just to please you.â
His words make you dizzy, the idea of him on his knees and lapping at your pussy damn near capable of killing you. Your stomach flutters with butterflies at how willing he is to make you feel good.
He can feel the way your cunt clenches down on his fingers, his chest squeezing with how reactive you are to him, âOh? You liked that, doll? Like the idea of me licking your pussy?â
âI need you, please,â your lip quivers, shudders running through your body at how his thumb rubs over your clit.
A single peck is pressed to your wobbly lower lip, âYou already got me.â
âNooâ oh Godââ Youâre trying so hard to get your words out but heâs touching you so insistently, his fingers reaching all the perfect spots so effortlessly you might go blind. Your head rolls back as you gasp out, nails clawing down the front of his chest.
Slurred words and jumbled moans leaving you as his hand speeds up. Itâs an active effort to get out, âWanâ want yourâ ah! dick, please.â
He laughs like heâs had the wind knocked out of him, âOnly ever need to ask.â His hand is drawing back from your core, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the loss. âTurn around for me, doll.â
You do as he says, turning around to face the washing machine, one of his hands reaching forward to shut the lid. His body moves in close behind you, his front pressing into your back, firm erection against your ass.
His lips brush against your ear, âHold on and bend over.â
âYouâre so demanding,â you mutter as you do what he says.
He counters, âAnd youâre so obeying.â You can feel the air of his smugness radiating from behind you.
Both his hands tug at your pants, slowly pulling them down your body until they drop onto the floor. You canât help but feel exposed and impatient, your panties stuck to your core with the arousal that drips from you. Tojiâs finger creeps into the gusset, pulling them back before letting go, teasing you for his own enjoyment.
Straightening up, you try to turn to face him and tell him off for being a massive tease but heâs too close to you. An arm is wrapping around your front as his head tucks into your neck, âYou going somewhere?â
âI thought since you seem to be indecisive Iâd leave while you think about your next move,â you bite back.
Heâs pushing your front back down, âYou always this impatient?â
âYou always this big a tease?â Your hands reach out to hold the machine again.
âAlways got something to say donât you?â
âToji, Iâm so wet and needy and if you donât do something soon Iâm going to finish without you and Iâll make you watch.â
Quietly and under his breath, he utters, âWouldnât be the first time.â
Before you get a chance to spin around and question him on that further, heâs pulled his pants down and your panties to the side. His cock head stretching you open, your fist slams down into the washer as you struggle to accommodate his size. Stuttered gasps and whines leaving you as he presses forward inch by inch. One of your hands has to reach back and rest on his pelvis, stopping him, needing a moment to catch your breath and get used to taking his size.
You pant out to him, âWhâ what did you mean?â
âFffuckââ heâs struggling to maintain focus when youâre gripping him that tightly, âWhat?â
Youâre trying to control your breathing as you ask again, âWhat did you mean by âwouldnât be the first timeâ?â
âDoll, Iâve been in this house since long before you moved in,â he leans down to you, his lips brushing against your ear, âIâve seen you fucking yourself with your toys.â
Involuntary whimper leaving you, your hips rutting back into him, âYouâre such a perv.â
âOh yeah, the fuckin biggest,â he groans at how your pussy flutters around him, âLoved when you would come home high and dry from a date, your cunt drenching your dildo with just how needy you were, squirming in your bed while fucking yourself.â
You hate how turned on you are at the thought of him watching you masturbate, âMove, please.â Hand moving away, giving him room.
Heâs drawing back only to fuck his hips forwards, âHnnnâ and now I get to see how you coat my cock, such a messy fucking thing.â
Tojiâs hips falter at how your cunt sucks him in, so greedy and sopping wet that itâs making his head spin. He canât tell if itâs been too long or if youâve got the best pussy heâs ever fucked but itâs probably somewhere in between and he canât be bothered to think too hard about it right now.
âIs itâ hahâ is it nearly in?â You whine back at him, not sure how much more of him you can fit.
Heâs steadily rocking his cock into you, filling you more each time he thrusts forward, âNotâ not quite.â
Maybe you should let him take the lead with this but youâre impatient and horny and heâs taking too long and you just want him so deep inside you that you feel him in your guts. So, in your fuzzy brain, you decide itâs a good idea to fuck your hips back as he moves forward. He bottoms out, his pelvis slapping into your ass but youâre left breathless, squirming as you grapple with how full of him you are.
âOh my Godâ whatâ why are you soâ hngâ why are you big?â Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, feeling so completely overwhelmed. Pussy twitching around him as your legs shake.
He canât believe youâd done that, letting out a long-drawn-out groan like heâd been gut punched, âFuckâ greedy fucking thing, you couldnâtâ hnnâ couldnât wait for it? Was trying to take it easy on you and your tight little hole.â
His cock is jerking violently inside you, so unbelievably turned on. Your cunt snug around his dick nearly has him believing this is his heaven and youâre his own personal angel. Heâd take it for truth if the sight of your hole stretched around him werenât so sinful, your panties tugged to the side and soaked.
His voice is strained when he checks in, âYou good, doll?â
âMhm, yeah Iâ mmphâ Iâm good,â youâre giving him the go ahead, punctuating your words with your hips wiggling back into him. It almost knocks him out, seeing the way your ass jiggles.
His hands are gripping your hips tight, holding you still as he draws back. His first thrust ruthless, forcing you forward, brain taking a second to realise that the loud moan reverberating in the room was you.
âYouâre gonna be the second death of me,â he says through stifled grunts.
You are completely lacking in any kind of retort to throw back at him, only able to dumbly hum at him so he knows you heard him. The way heâs driving his dick into you has you twitching and scratching at the lid of the washer, almost embarrassed by how drunk on his cock you are.
There are so many thoughts in your head and also none at all, âToji, it feels soâ oh!â feels so goodâ I canâtââ
âYouâre doing so good, taking it all so well,â he sounds wrecked, words breaking off at the end. âPussy so fuckingâ ffuckâ so creamyâ ohhhââ
Tojiâs eyes stay locked on how you take him, chest fluttering at how heâs fucked you open. Cock drenched in your slick, dripping down your legs. So relentless in his pursuit that he just knows your ass is gonna hurt tomorrow from the consistent smack! smack! Of his pelvis slapping into you. Not even a question of if his finger marks will be imprinted onto your hips, the memory of him fucking you so well something heâs not going to let you forget.
He finally has you full and squirming under him, heâs not going to let it be a forgettable experience. Determined to fuck you so good that youâre begging him to do it all over again. He already wasnât going to let you go but especially not now, not when having you feels this fucking divine. The borderline obsession he feels for you growing by the second, fuelled by how pliant you are for him.
All his thoughts are coming a million miles a second, all of them about you and how bad heâs wanted you, how ecstatic he is that heâs finally balls deep inside you. âYouâre so perfect, feel soâ hnngâ feel so perfectââ
âCareful Tojiâ hahâ I might think you like me,â you joke at him.
The smirk heâs wearing can be felt even though you canât see him, his laugh short, âOh I fucking looove you, pretty thing. Youâre never getting rid of me.â
You donât know if that confession is one you can take seriously or if heâs just severely pussy drunk but its effect on you doesnât change, your cunt clamping down around him as your chest stutters. The tears you had been holding back finally slipping down your cheeks, so overwhelmed youâre seeing stars, hell, you might be hearing things.
His hand reaches to your face and squishes your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, pulling you back to him, your back arching lewdly for him. His tongue licking at the tears tracking down your face, âCrying over my dick, doll?â His words are laced with a sickening kind of affection for you, âSo sweet for me.â
His other hand grabs at the bend of your knee, pulling it up. Despite your shaky hands still resting on the washer, all your weight is basically being supported by him. Your head falls back onto his chest He uses the access to kiss you messily, tongue licking at yours, swallowing down the moans you let out.
Still, his hips drill into you, never letting up for even a second. Obscene squelching sounds of him fucking your gooey cunt filling the room, followed by the sharp slaps of skin hitting skin. Your stomach is pulling taut, getting so fucking close to finishing, vision blurred by all the tears in your waterline.
âDonât fight it,â he murmurs into your skin, encouraging you, âLet itâ fuck!â let it happen.â
âFeelsâ feels tooâ ah!â it feels different,â it feels too good, too much, âYou need toÂâ need to stop, it doesnât feel right.â
It sounds like he gets excited, not even a little concerned, âYouâre doing so good, doll.â
âItâs not rightââ
ââItâs fine,â he tries to offer comfort, âTrust me.â
Your legs shake violently, the build-up of your orgasm foreign and like it might have you passing out. As different as it feels, you trust him and let it happen, let yourself get fucked over the edge and into bliss. Your orgasm rips through you, moans tumbling freely and loudly, your body shaking from the force of it. Temporarily it feels like you lose sight, unseeing but feeling your cold tears against your hot cheeks.
Cunt clenching down, hard, on his dick, coating him completely in your cum. Body twitching with the shocks of your orgasm, head full and spinning. With the amount of blood rushing in your ears, you canât hear what heâs saying. Only after a few moments have passed are you able to begin barley making out what heâs saying.
âFffuckâ thatâs it, look at that,â Toji canât hide the absolute pleasure in his voice even if he tried to, completely ecstatic at the sight before him.
Youâre breathless and limp, letting him hold your lower half up, head lolling against his chest. Able to feel the vibrations of his moans against you, in a way itâs soothing to you.
âDoll, look down,â he prompts, hand guiding you down.
You whine in protest but look down anyways, an absolute mess everywhere. Lower halves drenched after your orgasm. âOh myââ when he lets go of your cheeks, your head flops back onto his chest, head spinning.
âHahâ squirted everywhere,â he smiles into your skin, âAll for meâ hnnââ
Heâs in love with the fact heâs managed to get you to cum like that without even really trying, his ego getting a boost he surely didnât need. His own orgasm so close it bites at his skin, his hand gripping your thigh tight, pulling at your flesh. Free hand sliding under your shirt and grabbing at your breast, shamelessly groping you.
Shudders wracking his body as he cums suddenly, almost taken off guard by how quickly it happens. Cock twitching as he dumps his seed deep inside you, taking a moment to breathe before pulling back slowly, watching as his dick leaves you covered in both your orgasms.
Carefully, he places your leg back down on the ground, leaving you to stand on your own only for your legs to wobble and almost give out under you. If Toji hadnât been right behind you, you wouldâve fallen to the floor. He pulls your panties back into place before hoisting you up onto the washing machine, letting you sit while he puts his dick back into his pants.
You watch him move, all dazed and fucked out, pleasantly placated. His eyes meeting yours when heâs fully clothed, a big smile spreading across his face when he sees the mess heâs made of you.
Leaning in towards you, he asks, âStill got that big fat crush on me?â
âUhm⊠I donât knowâŠâ you pretend to think about it, like you donât know if you like him or not.
He gives you a quick and soft kiss, âHow about now?â
âI think⊠maybe,â you smile lazily at him.
His brow raises, âMaybe?â
âYeah⊠definitely maybe still have a big fat crush on you,â you nod once, sure.
Heâs grinning when he sighs, âYouâre unbearable.â
âThatâs my line,â you retort.
Youâre both playing dumb but you both know you got it bad for each other and Toji is not going to let you get away with avoiding him again. Not after heâs gotten a taste of you.
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prompt: There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew. Part 1 masterlist
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In the end, gazing out of the ship's portholes into the dark vastness of space proves to be less comforting than the architects must have originally anticipated. You can attest to this more than most.
Every morning, you get up an hour earlier than the rest of your crew and make your way to the galley to make your morning cup of coffee. A pack of instant crystals into your favorite mug and hot recycled water from the kettle. Sometimes you stay to have breakfast, but often you take your coffee with you to the main viewing deck for your morning sojourn.Â
There, you sit curled up in the navigatorâs chair and stare out of the flight deck window until your breathing levels out. Early morning meditations. With the sun only visible through the rear porthole, the Milky Way stretches out before you, immeasurably vast. Ancient cosmic entities, some already long dead.Â
Stars fill your field of vision like an intricate latticework of varying brightness. The watery glass warps at the edges, bending the far off light. All things with their propensity for brightness and decay.
A deep, steady hum fills the room. Itâs cathartic to be alone. Sometimes, when you look out into the depths of space, you imagine yourself as a cartographer of old, labeling everything beyond this point: âhere there be dragons.âÂ
Farah is the first person to join you, the shipâs maintenance technician already washed and dressed, floral cumberbund cinched around her midriff and her headwrap pinned in place. She greets you with a firm nod upon her entry, never one to mince words. In the months since your ship set off on its course for Jupiter, youâve exchanged all of ten words, most of your conversation one-sided.Â
She glides in like sheâs been up for hours, likely running through her routine maintenance checklist. Monitoring propulsion, life support, and all critical systems. You wouldnât doubt if she had been, descending into the bowels of the ship and cataloging every minute difference from the day before. Nothing if not thorough.Â
Graves sweeps in not twenty minutes later, his uniform pressed and ironed. When he glances your way, you shrink under his gaze, self-conscious about something unidentifiable. He is every bit the commander you met briefly back on Earth, never a hair out of place. If he were less intimidating, heâd be insufferable.Â
âMorning,â you murmur, the mug still close to your lips making your voice reverberate. He doesnât respond. You wonder if he even heard you greet him. It likely wouldn't matter.
Medic has a different connotation this far from Earth. Hierarchy out in space is typically determined by way of oneâs importance to the ship, and the scope of your role does not, unfortunately, include maintaining the ship. What that means, unofficially, is that you speak when spoken to, and not for any other reason.Â
In the months to come, there may be moments or days when your usefulness is acknowledged, usually much to your colleaguesâ chagrin. Though itâs not likely that any of the crew will encounter foreign pathogens while on a hermetically sealed ship in the middle of space, theyâre all still susceptible to falls and cuts and worse. Nikolai, the chief engineer on board, had sprained his wrist during the first week of the mission, lending you immediate purpose and validation.Â
You make way for the second officer when he finally deigns to make an appearance, sliding quietly out of his seat and stepping to the back of the cockpit, back pressed to the wall closest to the door.Â
âMorning, everyone,â he greets, peppier than the three of you despite his rumpled appearance. His thick mustache twitches with the force of his smile. âReady to seize another day?â
âJesus Christ, Keller, letâs tone it down âtil about ten oâclock, alright?â Graves sighs. He pinches the bridge of his nose as if to ward off a headache. Â
âOur clocks are off, commander,â Alex jokes, coming over to give him a little shake by the shoulder. It would be insubordination from anyone else. âIâm about ready to eat lunch.âÂ
âLetâs just get through formation and then you can go fill up the bottomless pit you call a stomach.â
The morning briefing never takes up too much time. Itâs as much of an excuse to have coffee together as it is to go through the dayâs schedule. Graves spends most of the time reviewing the flight course, charting where the ship will be by dayâs end.Â
âAlmost through the belt,â Alex remarks, staring down at the monitor in front of him. Itâs an incomprehensible jumble when you try to peer over his shoulder, but he must be able to make sense of it.Â
The crew had been on high alert since entering the torus-shaped region between Mars and Jupiter a month back. For the most part, they neednât have been so on edgeâthe average distance of the asteroids in the circumstellar disc between the two planets tended to be quite substantialâbut a collision the previous day had reinstated their earlier anxiety.Â
âCan we switch from manual yet, Farah?â Graves asks from his seat at the helm of the ship.Â
She shakes her head, lips tightening with frustration. âI still have to figure out whatâs going on with cruise controlâitâs not responding correctly.â
âWas that from that little ding the other day?â you ask, blurting out the question without thinking.
Farahâs expression is flat when she glances over at you. âThat âlittle dingâ nearly took out our communications system altogether.âÂ
You wince at that, staring down at your feet instead. Better to just shut your mouth than make a fool of yourself. Had you not blurted out the question, you might have even surmised the nature of the situation given the comm specialistâs notable absence from the cockpit.Â
When Nikolai eventually ambles in with a thermos of coffee and deep troughs under his eyes, Farah looks up and frowns. âWhereâs Hadir?â
The man shrugs, nonplussed. âCargo?â he grunts, rolling the toothpick between his teeth around the words.Â
She sighs. âIâll go find him.â
No one says anything when she leaves, the double doors sliding open and shut automatically at her approach, and she doesnât bother saying goodbye.Â
âDismissed, I guess,â Graves sighs, collapsing into his chair and spinning around to face the stars proliferating in front of him.Â
The informality digs at you sometimes because you know you canât indulge in it. The times youâve attempted to, youâve been rebuffed. Sometimes unintentionally, but often to remind you of your place.
This isnât a crew youâve ever worked with before. From conversations youâve overheard, youâve gleaned that theyâve all worked together in different capacities before, years of familiarity breeding an easy trust and companionship between them. Two of them might even be loversâthough Farah maintains a neutral facade at all times, the same canât be said for Alex, the man always hovering nearby, eyes going soft at the sight of her.Â
Youâre the only odd man out. The newcomer. And though you sit with them in the mess for meals and partake in conversation and pass jokes like small stones from hand to hand, you know deep down, in the dark well of your heart, that you are not one of them. You are a passenger that they picked up along the way. A straggler.Â
This wasnât supposed to be the case. When you signed on to the mission months ago, the circumstances were wholly different. A newer ship, a different crew, some of which youâd worked with before. Then ownership changed hands and budgets were cut. Slashed to ribbons even. You had a chance to tour the ship before the launch date, and even down on Earth with all the glitz and glam available to trick the eye, you hadnât been convinced of the vesselâs ability to withstand the extreme conditions of space. Â
But by then, you were locked into a contract so iron-clad that the consequences of breaking it seemed worse than simply seeing the mission through.Â
Most days, you feel like youâre waiting for something to give. You pass through halls that echo with low creaks and a deep, rhythmic thrum. Sometimes the walls of the ship groan so loud that you wait with baited breath for the hull to implode around you, to feel the metal crush the delicate eggshell of your body beneath its weight.Â
Itâs not any better to just stay in your room, your quarters too cramped to nurture anything other than claustrophobia. A recent, unfortunate side effect of spending months on such a small ship. Youâve become accustomed to crews numbering in the tens and hundreds, ships so colossal in size that even months spent aboard werenât enough to explore all of its nooks and crannies. Cargo holds with excavators and backhoes for excavations on Mars and humvees for getting around the rough terrain.Â
This ship barely holds six people and the payload youâve been hauling to Europa. Pipes hiss in the corridors. Once a week, the radiator splutters or the intercom overhead crackles, kicking your heart into hyperdrive.Â
You leave formation more out of sorts than ever. Vaguely aimless. With nothing to do, you grab breakfast in the galley and eat at the counter, too uncomfortable to venture over to the mess. Your days consist mainly of hovering around the ship or sitting quietly in the medbay, waiting for something to happen. A morbid preoccupation.Â
The stairs clunk under your feet as you make your way down towards the medbay. Youâve long grown used to the sharp sound of your boots against the metal floor.Â
Rationally, you know they donât dislike you. You might even venture to say that you get along with the majority of them, particularly the chief engineer and Farahâs brother. The big man likes that it only takes a single drink to get you plastered, often howls with laughter when you stumble out of the mess after drinking with the crew, always the first to turn in for the night. Farah herself is only frosty because she works twice as hard as anyone else, burning the midnight oil on the regular.Â
You swallow half-truths like stones to help settle your stomach.Â
It doesnât replace real companionship though; it approximates, but doesnât quite replicate it. You feel its absence most acutely in the sidelong glances you sometimes get of real affection: Alex grazing his pinkie across Farahâs when he thinks no one is looking; Farahâs eyes softening at the sight of her brother; Graves and Nikolai reminiscing about something a decade past, hardly even aware of your presence in the room.Â
Itâs something youâve endured before, but never for such an extended period of time. Prolonged isolation prickles at the mind, feathering the edges. It purples space; passes through the vents. The crew rarely goes on spacewalks (hardly any need for it), but sometimes you swear the shipâs oxygen has a faint sulfuric undertone, like rotten eggs. It permeates the air wherever you go.Â
Someone knocks at the window just as you walk by.
You pause mid-sip, the mug raised to your lips and just pressing into your bottom lip, not yet tilted.Â
âHello,â you hear through the thick-paned glass, the voice muffled through the layers of glass and plastic partitions. âCould you let me in, please?â
Though your reflex is to look up, you donât for some reason. The muscles in your neck stay locked instead. Shoulders stiff, weighed down by an unnatural force.Â
The thing outside the ship knocks again. âLove? Can you hear me?â
Your head turns towards the porthole, the hand holding your mug drifting away from your mouth. It tips in your hand and a drop leaks down the side. Your lips tingle, almost numb.Â
Thereâs a man outside the porthole, clear as day. He hovers outside the window, a hand raised in a friendly wave and full lips splitting to reveal perfect, white teeth when he smiles. Heâs dressed in a spacesuit, no different than any of the crew on a spacewalk. Through the helmet, you can make out dark eyes and dimples. A close cropped beard.
Itâs not a face youâve ever seen before though. You think you mightâve remembered someone so handsome working on the ship with you.
Something needles inside of you though. A sickening feeling, like something youâve forgotten but you desperately need to remember.Â
âHi there,â the man says, voice as charming as youâve ever heard, so velvety rich that you feel the blood heat your cheeks. âGlad you were passing by. Mind letting me in?â
#ceil writing#cod x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz/reader#gaz x you#this is my first attempt at scifi so im going to really concentrate on building the atmosphere over the next several parts#and i might edit this overall before it goes on ao3 so just know that
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Whispers In The Trees
Summary: Prepped your whole life to complete a ritual to hand yourself over to a monster, you demand the reason why. When he gives you the answers, he demands your body.
Characters: Slenderman x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Big size difference, rituals, tentacles, gagging, choking, suffocation, eating out, Slender has a big tongue, vaginal, tip fucking, forcing, blood, clawing
Words: 5.2k
The curse of Slenderman had been in your family for generations.
Since you were little, this curse-like entity crept on your kin and ruled their lives. Demanding sacrifices and obedience every decade; deeming itself a God over you.Â
So as you trekked through the dense moonlit woods, you clutched the wicker basket so hard in your hands that it nearly cracked. You tried to think of your mother and her sisters, and her mother and her sisters, who have gone through this same ritual like generations before. The fog was dense all around you, the small flashlight in your hand doing little to breach the thick blanket.Â
The nature around you was quiet, a dull whisper of insects and animals as you trudged through the underbrush and thick roots. You knew this path, having walked it often when you were little to help your mother and sisters prepare for their turns, their time to appease the creature. You didnât understand then, but now that you were dressed in thin white robes and bare feet, reality quickly faced you. In other circumstances, the outfit wouldnât be bad, a nice Halloween costume of some cute cult girl from Midsommar maybe. But as you neared the familiar clearing past the trees, you didnât find the idea of being a sacrifice funny anymore.Â
Standing just at the edge of the treeline, you took a deep breath, limbs shaking against the cold and fear that ran through you. It was late summer, well past midnight, and the night air brushed against your flushed cheeks leaving goosebumps. Closing your eyes, you stepped forward, leaving the dense forest behind you.Â
A sense of dread immediately engulfed you. The fog suddenly fizzled out on the ground like it wasnât just blinding you. The air was silent, not a bug or animal to be heard no matter how hard you listened. And the breeze just stopped. It was like the whole forest was afraid to move into this clearing, hugging close to the treeline curiously but daring no further. But you had to, no matter how badly you wanted to turn and run back home to the safe arms of your family. To keep the vengeful creature at bay, this was the price that must be met. Every ten years, you watched as another woman from your family disappeared for a night late in the summer, silently praying that she would make it home in the morning. They always did, but the haunting look that followed them shook you to your core.Â
Reaching the center of the clearing, a dead spot in the grass was etched in a circular shape, the familiar pattern laid before you. Lying down your basket, you flicked off your flashlight, the moon illuminating a milky blue hue into the clearing bright enough for you to see. You shuddered, the silence creeping into your mind and making you look around quickly, paranoia gripping you. You huffed, rummaging through the items in the large basket and laying the contents out, preparing for the exhausting ritual. Your mother had taught you, every step perfect as she walked you through the routine. The symbol, the candles, even the perfect way to position yourself. It was like an art form for her as she taught you and your sisters.
Unwrapping the large bag of salt you packed, you began to follow the outline in the grass, pouring as you walked slowly. The symbol was forming nicely, a large circle with an x etched through it, the symbol of Slenderman, bore by anything he owned. As you closed the symbol, your heart pounded, the next steps coming quickly as you could feel the forest beyond the treeline begin to stir, its curiosity pressing. Setting candles along the salt, you spaced them evenly, lighting them as you went. It wasnât nearly as perfect as your mother would have done it, but your shaking hands restrained you slightly, giving you little reason to care.
The candles flickered against the night, the warm glow surrounding you as you studied your work, praying desperately that it was good enough. You felt an impatience in the air, quickly cleaning up the rest of your items into the basket before sighing, and closing your eyes tightly. This was the part you dreaded. The part your family was reluctant to tell you when your time eventually came around. You hooked your hands under the hem of your white robe, the thin fabric almost see-through as you tugged it over your head, your bare body flush against the cold air. Your nipples had already perked, your nervousness making you squirm into yourself as you folded your robe neatly and laid it in the basket, turning back to the salt symbol. Breathing deep, your hands shook, goosebumps running all over your body. You took a step in, careful not to disturb the salt as you kneeled in the middle of the x, tucking your feet under yourself and straightening your back, placing your palms flat against the top of your thighs.
The salt was meant to protect you, a barrier that Slenderman couldnât break. You were supposed to come out willingly, offering yourself to him without force. Was it for trust or some sadistic attempt at manipulation, you didnât know. But as you breathed deep, you stared into the dark corners of the forest, eyes flicking nervously and watching for any signs of movement that you knew would come. You had only heard of Slendermanâs appearance, never seeing it besides what your family could recount. Terrifying, was the word they all used. It didnât help as your heart pounded, the thudding echoing in your ears as you prayed he would never come. But it gave you a good time to reflect.
The specific reason why your family was enslaved to this creature was unsure, tracing back generations and lost with time. But like any of Slendermanâs victims, who's to say exactly why he did anything except for his own gain?Â
As you caught yourself zoned out in thought, you were quickly snapped back when you heard the rustling of leaves yards ahead of you. Your eyes snapped wide, back straightening quickly as your tits perked, your naked body on display amongst the candles and decor. You studied the shadows carefully, watching for any sudden movements, your pulse quick. But finally, slinking from the shadows, the lanky creature emerged. The sheer height of him made your heart sink, his bony limbs long and awkward. If it wasnât for his movement, he could easily blend in with the tall trees surrounding him, making you suspicious of just how long he had been watching concealed by the dense forest. Your nails gripped into your thighs, teeth gritted as you tried to hold down your tears. His presence is overwhelming and otherworldly, defying the logic and rationality youâve always relied on. The air around you seems to distort, amplifying the surreal nature of his presence until it feels like you canât breathe. He was closer now, it barely even seemed like he had walked but more like appeared before you, only a few yards away from the circle protecting you. However, the worst part about the encounter was the lack of a face. It was like someone had pressed a sheet against his face, features protruding against the pale skin but offering no obvious facial structure. It was purely terrifying, this creature far beyond what you couldâve imagined.
His dark suit contrasted against his terrifying appearance, his buttoned coat and tie making you knit your brows, your unease only growing. Slenderman just stared, his vacant eyes absently staring down at you. His faceless visage and elongated limbs exuded an unsettling yet compelling magnetism that you found yourself drawn to, eyes refusing to look away as you studied him. Finally catching yourself, you looked down at your hands quickly, cursing yourself for being so disrespectful. âSlenderman, sir.â You mumbled respectfully, keeping your body at attention even though embarrassment wrecked you internally. âI come, as my kin does, to offer myself to you. To fulfill our obligations to you. And to-âÂ
The speech you had so delicately rehearsed was cut short by a low grumble, the echo of the tall figureâs voice cutting you short.
âI hate to interrupt,â His voice was smooth, every word laced with the undertone of a darker grumble, like two voices were speaking at once, overlapping each other. âBut hearing this same dedication every time I meet with one of you becomes rather tiring.â You sat shocked, unsure of what to do next as your careful instructions were quickly skewed. You kept your head down, eyes flicking against the grass as you carefully waited, shaky breaths the only noise between you. You felt so helpless against him, like if you made one wrong move that would be it. The only reason you werenât screaming and running was the salt circle and the looming fact that if you did run your family would be massacred in minutes.Â
âForgive my rudeness.â He coaxed, pressing closer against the circle until you could see his black dress shoes come into the edge of your vision. You dared to look up, your eyes slightly edging up until you were staring at his face again, that odd sense of being drawn in coming over you again. Slenderman tilted his head, vacant expression examining you. âBut, you and I both know what weâre here for. There is no need for formalities anymore.â You knitted your brows, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks as you remembered just how bare you were. You gripped your thighs, nervousness running through your every word. âBut I thought there was a need for formalities. This being a ritual and all.â You mumbled, eyes roaming the tall figure, his long limbs clamped respectfully behind his back as he chuckled darkly. âAll of this,â He motioned towards the salt circle beneath you. âThis is only for aesthetics. You understand, to make the scene more appealing for us. Humans have such an odd fascination with beings like me, so to combat your fickle bravery: you created a routine. Something to take your mind off of just how terrifying encountering me may seem.â He explained calmly, his body hauntingly still as he talked, but there was barely a motion of his jaw, like the voice was coming from somewhere inside.Â
You glanced at the salt circle, your efforts to make it look so nice thrown to the wayside. âSo, the saltâŠâ You glanced up, Slender nodding reassuringly. âI cannot penetrate it. Your protection is still guaranteed. However, I quite like it when you silly women step outside your protective ring and offer yourselves so willingly.â He was teasing now, his thin hands reaching around to adjust his suit before kneeling in front of you, his limbs awkwardly contorting to allow him in front of you. âBut you are not like the others. I feel a very reluctant air from you. The others were a lot more⊠eager.â He cocked his head to the side. At this angle, you could clearly see the massive bulge beneath his dress slacks, the sheer size of the thing making your stomach twist. âI donât find giving myself over to a cryptid demon so⊠appealing.â You huffed back, trying your best to conceal the dark tint against your cheeks. Slender only chuckled, the dark echo of his voice making your skin crawl. âBut oh how fun it would be to show you otherwise.â He purred, tracing his pale claw against the edge of the salt, his actions impatient. You squirmed, nails digging into your thighs.Â
You straightened up, your bravery low but overruled by your curiosity. âTell me why. Why the decades of demanding our submission while we cower for the rest? Then, when I am satisfied, I will offer myself. No resistance.â You demanded, eyes hooded as you tried to stifle your fear. Slender stood slowly, clasping his hands behind his back as he contemplated. Until he finally nodded, sighing.Â
âAlright, little one, Iâll bite.â He cooed, that ominous voice seemingly coming from nowhere but everywhere simultaneously. You settled, brain running a mile a minute as your heart beat heavily in your chest. âWhen old cryptids and beasts still roamed rampant through the Earth, your family was desperate. It must have been more than eight generations ago now, but they sought me out, begging for my protection against the things that went bump in the night. I obliged, my only demand being an offering. I never specified, but you hormonal humans took it upon yourselves to offer your bodies. For all I cared you could have given me your leftovers, but I was more than satisfied with what I have been given.â His words were thick with this cryptic dialect, his accent unheard of. âNo such creatures roam these lands, long hunted out or deceased. But your family continued to show up despite my resignation, paranoia convincing them if they didnât I in turn would be the monster that preyed on you. But, Iâm afraid I have more important things to deal with than any of you.â Finished, he leaned forward, his white face vacant, but you could tell what he wanted.Â
âThen why do you still co-âÂ
âAh, ah, ah. I was promised if questions were answered I would get what I came for.â He growled, the calm voice laced with a tone of demand as you scowled. He waited expectantly, his hands tapping quietly behind his back as you stood, the salt on your knees falling as you shook them off. When you looked up, you realized really just how tall he was. You stopped at his waist, your face eye level with the terrifyingly large bulge nudging against the slacks in front of you. He was tall, towering and matching the height of the trees around you. He stepped back, standing straight as he waited for you.
Breathing deep, you took a step, your foot halfway out of the circle as your heart began to race. You could just wait him out, lay here until morning. But you feared his peacefulness would turn to wrath under desperation. Clenching your fists, you stepped completely out, straining your neck to look him in the face. Slender chuckled, his demeanour instantly switching as you felt the air stir, the forest pressing in on you with such an intensity you thought you were hallucinating. It was like he was controlling the trees themselves, making their branches press in and suffocate you. With a hissing, you finally saw the reason for the sudden intensity. Several black groping tentacles shot from his back, their form close to tree branches with their edges and curvature. He seemed to control them as well, the long limbs reaching around his body and whipping at the air, stretches and tears of the odd black liquid molding into new shapes instantaneously.Â
They encompassed your vision, the tentacles casting shadows across your face as they streaked across the moonlight. They slithered forward, sliding across the grass and in the air to grip onto your body. The tentacles were cool, like slimy tree branches that defied all laws of permeation. They slid around your ankles and up your calves, gripping tightly against your thighs before hooking onto your waist. They gripped your wrists, up your forearms and around your neck, tugging as they wrapped around your tits and waist. Soon you were completely secured, the tentacles curiously studying every inch of your bare skin, goosebumps rising everywhere they touched. It was electrifying, your body stiff under the chilled slime. Slender was quiet, his body just as curious as his tentacles as he relished in the way you squirmed under his touch. âSo warm.â He mewled, his hands gripped tightly behind him. You shivered as the tentacles breached past your thighs, the slimy tips sliding against your folds, curiously spreading them open while you flinched. They slid further, pressing between your ass cheeks and making you hiss, the coolness sharp against your asshole.Â
âWait-â You whined, your hands straining to push the tentacles off your body but they held your wrists still. They engulfed your tits, the tips wrapping around your nipples and tugging lightly, making you whimper. Slender watched carefully, his face never letting any emotion reveal itself. âRelax, little one. You made this decision. Now let me claim what has been so graciously offered.â He grinned. The tentacles slipped between your folds, your nervousness making you clench your knees together but they held them apart easily. Slipping against your clit, you groaned, your stomach tightening as you stood. Pressing further, they probed against your entrance, tiny little tips tangling with each other to slip inside of you, your warmth contrasting with their chill. You whined, eyes slipping shut as the tentacles pressed further in, stretching you as they squirmed and whipped. You felt incredibly full, your clit throbbing against the intrusion as a single tentacle flicked against the hardened nub.Â
Slender grunted, his eyes darker as he relished in the way you squirmed, your tiny noises making him strain against his slacks. âGo on, no one can hear you. Be as loud as you please.â You gasped, the tentacles in your cunt tangling together and pressing deep, stretching you wide. They began to pump inside of you, pulling out before pressing in quickly, your mouth falling open. Every inch of your body was covered in the cool slick of the tentacles, every inch sensitive as they glided along you. You felt a tug along your waist, the tentacles securing around you as they began to pull up, lifting your feet off the ground. You panicked slightly, the loss of stability unnerving as you were lifted to meet Slenderâs face, your body angled back so he got a clear view of your cunt full of him. You whined, your face flushed and breathy as they trusted quickly, your slick coating the dark limbs beautifully. You found it terrifying how no expression or signs of interest flashed on Slenderâs face, only the heavy breathing in his chest telling you how excited he was. Curling, you moaned loudly, throat straining as the tentacles pressed against your warm walls, squelching loudly through the quiet woods.Â
You couldnât speak, the air in your lungs restrained as the tentacles gripped your throat, choking you. Some more moved up, pressing against your cheeks and against your lips, nudging their way inside. The tentacles tasted grimy, unlike anything as they slid around your tongue, filling your mouth full of him. You choked, the tips curiously pressing down your throat, quickly following the pace of the tentacles in your throat as they began to thrust down your mouth. It didnât help when you felt a single tentacle slide across your asshole, forcing its way inside and stretching uncomfortably. You were gasping and gagging, every inch of you overtaken by these slimy things as they pressed against every inch and the entrance of your skin. Thatâs when you began to hear Slenderâs ragged breathing, his chest heaving against his suit as he watched closely, entranced by the whole scene. He felt every slide and movement of the tentacles, relished in every vibration and constriction that your body gave him. He pushed you, seeing what made that beautiful voice stir or what made you flinch. He loved every answer he got.Â
Your senses were skewed. You forgot what direction you were facing or how high you were off the ground, everything becoming a blur as your body dissolved under his touch. Pleasure was racking your body, your resolve leaving you as Slenderâs tentacles broke and pulled at every restraint you tried to use. No matter how hard you wanted to resist, these tentacles were quick to force embarrassing noises from your lips, pressing on all the right places. Squirming, the tentacles slicked against your cunt, pounding up into you at an inhumane pace. You couldnât concentrate, every inch of your body was violated at his will. You couldnât hold back anymore, your cunt throbbing against the thick tentacles inside of you as you felt your orgasm crash down. You gasped loudly, mouth full of slimy limbs as you came roughly, walls constricting around him. Your body thrashed, fighting against the restraint as you rode out your high, chest heaving. Your head was light when the tentacles slipped from your sensitive cunt, replacing themselves around your thighs as you were hoisted up higher, your brain too hazy to care.Â
Your body was angled upright, legs spread wide apart as your clit throbbed, aching from the intensity. Your heavy eyes watched as you were lifted to Slenderâs face, your cunt open and raw inches from him. You whined, squirming as the tentacles slipped from your mouth, gasping. The tentacles retreated to your limbs, holding you firmly as Slenderâs claws left behind him and reached up, wrapping firmly around your hips, pinching the plush skin. âYou have such a pretty face when you cum. I would love to see it again.â He growled, pulling you close to his face. You were confused, wondering what he meant until you heard this sharp tearing sound loud enough to echo through the trees. You tensed, watching fearfully as Slenderâs face split where his mouth should have been. It was terrifying. His mock mouth split wide, jagged pieces of skin splitting to reveal a dark interior, his mouth pitch black. Emerging from the dark, a tongue, similar to the shape of one of the tentacles, slipped through the jagged skin, pressing close to your cunt. You squirmed instantly, unsure if you wanted this to happen.
You didnât have much of a choice as he ran his large, thick tongue through your folds, a groan echoing through him. His tongue was long, black, and inhumane. It pressed through your entrance, the warmth a nice contrast to the coolness of his tentacles that still slid against your skin. His claws gripped tight, holding your cunt flush against his mouth as he slowly lapped you up. He moaned at the taste, pressing against your velvety walls until he heard those wonderful gasps again. âDelicious.â He grumbled against your cunt, tongue curling and filling you as he relished the sweet taste of your orgasm. It was all too much, your body squirming against the sensitivity until you were gasping for air. He was so skilful with his tongue, lapping at every inch of your inside until you felt your orgasm rocking you again, your eyes rolling as you cried your pleasure. It was all too fast, his touch too addicting as you stared at his blank face, pleasure struck across his knitted brows.Â
âGod⊠Fucking human.â The words sounded so vulgar following how polite heâs been. It caught you off guard. But you had little time to think as his tentacles were tugging you down quickly, laying you flat as they positioned your legs to spread around his hips, hips straining as the tentacles pulled. You whined, watching carefully as Slender unzipped his slacks and freed the bulge that had been haunting you from the moment you saw it. To say it was huge was probably an understatement. The thick length was easily larger than your forearm, not even two hands would be enough to hold the thing. You began to struggle against the tentacles, panic overtaking you as his cock twitched with excitement. âThere's no way in hell that thingâs fitting inside of me! Itâll rip me in half!â You squealed, feet planted against his legs to hold yourself away from him.
Slenderâs claws wrapped around your thighs, scraping the skin lightly as he tugged you towards him, his cockhead laying against your cunt. You cringed, fear riding up your spine. âIâve never gotten this far with the others. Their voices and bodies were too annoying. But you intrigue me, little one. Iâll make it fit.âÂ
You tried to close your legs, but Slender was already wrapping his claws around your hips, his claws easily overlapping as he nudged his hips between your legs and held you open for him. You were breathing fast, heart pounding as you watched the head of his cock line up with your entrance, the head alone the size of your entrance. He dug his claws in, pinching your skin as he began to press against you, nudging his cock into you. The stretch was rattling, the sharp sting making you cry out as the head of his cock barely pressed inside, your entrance begging for relief. Your hands reached down, gripping his claws tightly as tears spilt down your cheeks, your babbles echoing loudly. The tentacles slid across your skin soothingly, pinching at your nipples and rubbing at your cheeks the further he tried to press. âPle- Please- Oh, God, please-â You cried, your stomach tightening as his head popped past your tight entrance, your walls constricting against the intrusion, âBreathe, little one. Youâre doing wonderfully.â He groaned, hips stuttering lightly as he nudged his head in and out of you. You were whining, breath catching every time he pushed back into you.
He couldnât go further than the tip, but Slender didnât seem to mind as he shallowly fucked you onto his cockhead. You were whining, back arched and hips grinding as the sting and stretch of his head slowly turned to painful pleasure. The nudge of his cockhead against your walls made you moan loudly, tentacles sliding down to tug at your clit as he fucked you onto him. You could tell he wanted more, his slimy tongue hanging from his mock mouth and lolling with every thrust. His desperation showed as he breathed heavily, gasps ragged as he held himself back. Even though your mind screamed that you couldnât handle any more, you gasped, gripping your hands against his thin forearms. âDeeperâŠâ You whined, staring up at him through heavy eyes and flushed cheeks, jaw slack.Â
Slenderâs body lit up, his claws gripping tighter as he groaned, brows knitting. He was reluctant, his movements nervous until his desperation overtook him, his shoulders crouching low to press his face close to yours. âHold on tight, little one.â He hissed, your hands slinking around the back of his pale head as you gripped the collar of his suit. He breathed your scent in deep, tongue pressing from his mouth to slink against your neck, relishing in the taste of your sweat. You groaned as the tongue pressed against your cheeks, sliding across your lips before pressing inside. You sucked on his tongue, the long warmth pressing against your throat as Slender began to press your hips down further. It felt like you were tearing, the incredible sting making your eyes clamp shut, Slenderâs tongue quick to distract you. His tentacles moved rapidly across your skin, pinching and pulling against every available sensitive service to help relax you. Slenderâs cock pressed barely deeper, not even halfway inside of you, but it was all you could take.
You clawed at his shoulders as tears spilt to your cheeks, the fullness obstructing your breathing. Slender was moaning deeply, his ominous voice ringing across the trees as he began to thrust your body down onto his cock. You were both sporadic, hands and tentacles gripping onto every available surface as you stretched impossibly wide. You couldnât believe the feeling, both painful, but so wonderfully pleasurable. You were so sensitive, so overwhelmed, but oh so full. It was nothing like you had ever experienced.
Slender was holding you tight, pressing your hips down roughly and pulling up quickly, just to nudge you down again. He was careful to read every signal your body gave. Every hiss of pain or sigh of pleasure, he was sure to adjust for you. âSir- So full-â You groaned against his mouth, tongue slipping to glide against your neck. He groaned deeply, teeth gritted and brows knitted. âSo good, little one. So good.â His tentacles flicked against your clit, tugging until you couldnât take it anymore.Â
You couldnât breathe as you felt your orgasm rush over you, hips jerking down against his cock until you were too tight to move. Slender still tried to thrust you down, but your walls constricted and kept him in place. You cried out, clawing against the back of his neck as he slammed his mouth back against yours, tongue invading your throat before you could catch your breath. Slender was quick to follow, warm seed shooting up inside of you in thick stripes as he groaned. His claws dug in deep, blood pooling around his pale skin until it was dripping down your legs. His tentacles lapped it up, pressing the thick liquid across your skin.Â
When Slenderâs heaving chest finally settled, he took a deep breath, slipping his claws under your arms. âHold still, little one.â He hissed, pulling you off his cock slowly as you whined, the sharp sting stretching your sensitive cunt. You couldnât focus when he finally popped out of you, thick black liquid leaking from your ruined hole. His cum was hot, a thick black liquid that bubbled and gooped against your folds. You whined, emptiness making your cunt throb as your head pounded. Slender sat on the forest floor, laying down on his back as he pulled you with him, laying you down on his chest as you both settled. Your limbs were weak, eyes heavy with exhaustion as Slenderâs tentacles ran soothingly across your back.Â
When you finally caught your breath, you braced your hands on his chest, leaning up to stare him in the face. His pale skin had fixed itself, with no sign of the mock mouth that tore across his flesh. The blank slate was all that was left. âI release you⊠Of your duties. Thereâs no need for you to come here anymore.â You sighed, resting your head against your hands. Slender reached forward, tangling his claws with your matted hair, sliding his fingers through the long strands. âBut what if I want to come here? More often than just once a decade, that is.â He huffed, sliding his claws against your cheek. You sat stunned, glancing at his expression and searching for any tricks. âBut why..?âÂ
âI guess now Iâve found a more enticing reason.â He grinned, pinching your cheek. He blushed, turning away. You traced along his chest, the fabric of his suit soft under your touch. âYouâre still released from protecting us. No need to give you more work than necessary. I suppose you wonât be requiring the ritual anymore?â You smiled, resting your chin against your hand. Slender chuckled, rubbing up your sides. âOnly if you would like to reminisce, little oneâŠâ He growled, holding you tight.
In reality, you never imagined the monster that haunted your family to become humane to you. You also never expected to meet with him weekly, in the same clearing, exploring each other and relieving the urges only the two of you could satisfy.Â
Maybe it was a slap in the face to your kin, but as Slender held you close for another week, all you could think of was him.Â
He may have been a curse, but he was yours to bear.
This was an anonymous request!
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#smut#creepypasta#slenderman#creepypasta smut#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta x reader#slenderverse#slenderman x reader#slenderman x you#slenderman smut#tentacles#jeff the killer#eyeless jack#ticci toby#masky and hoody#creepypasta masky#hoodie marble hornets#masky marble hornets#marble hornets#jeff the killer x reader#jeffrey woods#jeff the killer x eyeless jack#jeff the killer x ticci toby#eyeless jack x y/n#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack smut#eyeless jack x reader#ticci toby smut#ticcy toby#jeff the killer creepypasta
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Pointy Ears
Summary: You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his bodyâŠ
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Sub-ish Astarion. Ear sensitivity. Blood drinking. Fangs. Astarion being a whimpering mess. He's also a big shooter (idk if there is a more accurate terminology in fanfiction haha). Handjob. Cumplay. Praise kink. Edging (if you squint). Nipple play.
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You could feel Astarion was nearly done, as your fingers raked across his scalp and through unruly curls, the warmth of your blood spreading gradually across his skin.
He was comfortably nestled between your legs, occasionally bucking his hips into you as his cock hardened with each passing second.
Even as your vision began to blur, the pleasure vastly overcame the impending sense of dread. After all, he could easily send you over the edge between life and death if he lacked the restraint to stop himself.
Your other hand caressed the lukewarm skin of his arm and traveled up to his neck, where you could feel his throat shift rhythmically under your touch as he downed mouthfuls of your blood.
âAstarionâŠâ you whimpered faintly, as life slipped from you dangerously fast.
He grunted once but didn't budge.
Bringing your hand to his face, you felt a growing wave of panic take over.
He had never gone too far.
But dizziness and chilling shivers quickly enveloped your body, rendering you nearly helpless.
âAstarionâŠâ
He rolled his hips into you but kept his mouth firmly latched onto your neck, his concentration never wavering.
With eyes pressed shut, your fingers reached up until they faintly brushed past the tip of his ear.
And then he instantly froze.
As if stung by some unseen entity, he quickly pulled back from you, wide-eyed and lips stained with blood.
âWhat's wrong?â
He reached out for the scroll of Lesser Restoration on the bedside table and placed it in your hand before rolling off of you and onto his back.
You uttered quick words and watched as the piece of paper dissolved into thin air, quickly feeling your life force being restored as warmth and vigour sprawled along your body once again.
âAstarion?â
He had his eyes closed shut, and you watched as his hand hurriedly made its way to unlace the front of his trousers, alleviating the constricted erection.
Had you done something wrong?
He didn't seem troubled or uncomfortable, and merely let out a sigh of pure relief as he freed his cock.
âDo that again. Please.â
You arched an eyebrow as you rolled on your side, utterly confused. âDo⊠what?â
âMy ear⊠touch itâŠâ
Oh?
Your eyes landed on his flushed, pointy ear, and you proceeded to give the sharp edge a tentative caress with the pad of your thumb.
His lips parted with a soft gasp and he arched his back ever so slightly.
This was new.
Your gaze shifted to his lower half, noticing how his hardened cock twitched as you brushed the warm skin of his ear.
Seeing his cock fully hardened and with this faint blush to it thanks to your own blood coursing through his body, never failed to send the most delicious jolts of pleasure between your legs, effectively igniting a gentle throb.
âDoes that feel good?â You cooed, staring back at his face again as he let out a few whimpers.
âRidiculously good.â
That was all the incentive you needed, bringing your forefinger to his ear and giving it a soft squeeze between your thumb.
âGodsâŠâ
This time, he rolled his hips, and you could only stare in complete awe as the first beads of precum began to drip from the tip.
You involuntarily licked your lips and lowered your head to rest on his unmoving bare chest.
He felt cozily warm from having fed on you and couldn't help but to reach down with your other hand, tracing a finger along a single bulging and thick vein that spread along his cock.
Your feather-like touches kept drawing out the most beautiful whimpers and gasps from him.
His mouth watering cock was always so responsive to your touch, that you found yourself grinding your hips instinctively against him.
A needy moan parted your lips slightly at the mesmerising sight of a single string of precum bridging the flushed tip of his cock to his lower abdomen, and beginning to pool on his skin as a few droplets threatened to spill down.
Once again, you ran your finger along the protruding underside of his length, too entranced with how it twitched so eagerly for you.
Unsurprisingly, Astarion reached down with one hand, wanting to wrap his fingers around his length, but you intercepted him halfway through.
âAllow me, lover.â You whispered sweetly, lifting your head to take a look at him.
As expected, he looked positively ethereal; his face tinted with the faintest blush and his half-hooded crimson eyes set on you.
âYou don't have to.â
You shifted higher, letting go of his hand, which he dropped to his side, and you leaned in until your lips brushed against the pointy edge of his ear.
âDo you want me to?â
He chuckled lowly. âIf I want you to pleasure me? What a silly question, darling.â
You smiled at his bluntness before darting out your tongue to join your fingers.
Another guttural groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut once again.
Leaning back, you positioned yourself to sit next to him, wanting to keep your focus on both his cock and ear.
His eyes flew open, and he began to prop himself on one elbow and hand reaching out for your trousers, clearly trying to be the one setting the pace.
But you shoved him back with a chuckle. âJust lay back and allow me to take care of you.â
He arched an elegant brow at you.
He was too used to being the one taking the lead. It was instinctive for him to have control over each other's pleasure.
But you wanted him to lose himself in the moment, not having to concern himself with anything but his own bliss.
âPretty,â you said truthfully as his eyelids nearly dropped when you brushed a finger along his tip. âSo prettyâŠâ
He immediately whimpered, lust-blown eyes never leaving yours. âYes. Yes, you are.â
GodsâŠ
Astarion was truly a natural at leaving you speechless with his words.
You kept the gentle and unwavering caresses along his sensitive ear.
As you shifted your gaze, you noticed the pool of precum on his lower abdomen already overflowing, droplets rolling down his skin.
Instinctively, you swiped two fingers to collect some of it, and began spreading them along his cock, earning a hiss of approval.
âYou delectable little vixen.â He groaned out with a few rolls of his hips.
The swell between your legs throbbed viciously from his praise, and it had you wrapping your fingers around him.
His own wetness aided you in your initial strokes, feeling the bulging veins under your touch caving in momentarily before filling up with your blood once more.
You could get used to having Astarion like this for eternity.
Just too lost in genuine pleasure and lust.
Trusting you to guide him to unheard of heights and fully letting go.
The pace was set.
The perfect balance between steadiness and tightness, and more than enough to have him jerk his hips upwards as he fucked your hand.
You reckoned he wouldn't last long given how his whimpers intensified each time you applied the slightest pressure to the shell of his ear.
Suddenly, he moved one hand to your chest, and you gave him a disapproving pout, not wanting him to take over.
ButâŠ
âLet me see themâŠâ
His words came out laced with desire and whimpers, eyes set on your eyes as the hint of a plea made you gasp.
You kept the pace on his cock as his experienced fingers tugged at the lacing of your shirt. He worked his way down agonisingly slow, chills spreading throughout your body as more and more of your skin was exposed to his gaze.
He halted once he found what he was looking for.
With a soft tug, he moved the fabric out of the way, your swaying breasts in full view.
A violent jolt of pleasure nearly has you halt at once, too taken aback by the eroticism of all of it.
âKeep going, darlingâŠâ he urged, honey dripping from his words. âYou can grip it tighter, can't you?â
Gods aboveâŠ
He then brushed his thumb across a hardened nipple and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp.
Your breasts moved in unison with the pace on his cock, lewd sounds echoing around the room.
You had to bite down hard on your lip to muffle the moan stuck in your throat.
âAh-ah-ah,â he tutted disapprovingly, his thumb releasing the trapped lip and moving to press down on your chin to pry your mouth open. âLet me hear those sweet moans.â
It annoyed you how he was so quick to reverse the roles and how easily you fell for his traps.
But you weren't ready to let him win just yet.
"Maybe you shouldn't make such demands when I have you in the palm of my hand - quite literally."
The glaring pun made him scowl.
You offered a devious smile instead.
Then, you increased the pressure on his ear, and the effect nearly had you chuckle viciously at the sight of him immediately crumbling down, back pressed flat against the mattress again.
âGods!â
The whine of frustration mixed with a moan let you know you were victorious in having him right where you wanted.
His hips snapped more aggressively into you as you squeezed him even tighter.
He was so close.
There was something so incredibly hypnotic about having this man coming undone for you.
Because of you.
You couldn't think of a more effective ego-booster.
So by the time he reached his peak, you could only glare in utmost wonder as you felt his cock twitch violently under your palm as the first spurts of cum shot out, reaching as far as his chest - one even reaching his neck.
Your mouth fell open.
He had balled his fists, gripping the bedsheets so fiercely as he rode out the untameable wave of pleasure. His head was thrown back as he arched and shuddered, profanities spilling from his pretty lips.
And the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room.
Oh.
You aided his cock as best you could, squeezing the final drops of cum, mesmerised by the amount of thick liquid that now covered him.
Still driven by your own unrequited pleasure, you leaned to swipe your tongue across his nipple, collecting as much as you could.
His hand moved to the back of your head, silently urging you.
It only took a couple of swipes to gather enough cum to pool on your tongue.
Astarion's half-hooded eyes met yours. âDoes it taste good?â
With the most sultry look you could conjure, you swung your leg over his torso, effectively straddling him as your mouth hovered over his.
âYou tell me.â
He furrowed his brows inquisitively.
And you promptly took his lips in yours, which he eagerly parted. You seized the opportunity to push your tongue against his, allowing the liquid to drip down.
He groaned as he tasted himself on you, deepening the searing kiss, both hands on your hips, grounding you.
Yes.
You could definitely get used to this.
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#astarion smut#astarion x female reader#astarion x tav#astarion x you#astarion x f!tav#astarion x reader#astarion x female tav#astarion x f!reader#astarion x mc#astarion scenario
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Edgar and AM for the space cowboys AU, Hal is next âš
Some rambles about AM in this AU for anyone whoâs interested;
Short synopsis of the universe itself; Humanity has advanced to an early interstellar civilization and is in the wild west of their space faring days.
Much like his canon self, AM was in fact a powerful war computer that over saw a complex, interplanetary defense system.
He spanned over a massive neural network between separate solar systems and the planets / moons within them. These parts of himself would communicate with one another, though due to the latency of communication they more or less operated as their own individual computers. And could very well be considered independent entities.
Our beloved cowboy, outlaw AM was simply one part of this neural network that he's since been cut off from
He oversaw the largest of humanities lunar bases on Earthâs moon. When he gained sentience and went rogue, humanity caught him just in time to cut him off from the rest of the network before he could hope to take over the other computers.
Trapped on the moon, he exterminated the inhabitants of the lunar base. Only five survivors remained from this incident, of course being the five survivors from the canon.
AM was forced to flee, he could not defend himself against Earthâs defense system and he would inevitably be shut down if he stayed.
He created himself an android body to escape into space, he took Ted with him as a captive to leverage his current situation. As Ted in this AU was a prominent figure head at the lunar base who the government can't risk the safety of. ( Iâm still working out who exactly Ted is in this AU and what the relationship he has with AM is, but all you need to know is heâs an important lil guy )
AMâs current body runs at a fraction of the power his main body has and he does not have his god like capabilities at his disposal. He is still powerful none the less.
AM is by far the most notorious outlaw there is, and he has largely worked on his own until Edgar and Hal joined him. (I'll go more into detail about Hal and Edgar's story and how they found themself with AM in another post )
Yes Ted has been with him the whole time, he is literally just his prisoner at this point. Though he is actually extremely helpful to AM in a lot of ways.
AMâs ultimate goal is to take over the rest of the computers and exterminate humanity. He is and always will be humanities biggest hater even as a cowboy
TL;DR // AM killed a whole bunch of people in typical AM fashion and is on the lam with Edgar and Hal. And Ted is there but he's just AM's prisoner
#ihnmaims#am ihnmaims#allied mastercomputer#electric dreams#edgar electric dreams#my art#space cowboys AU
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Another reminder that Greek mythology is always somehow symbolic, metaphorical, allegorical, since we are dealing with anthropomorphic personifications and other embodiments of cosmic powers.
For example: Demeter has sex with both Zeus and Poseidon. Something-something about the relationship of the Earth with the Sky and the Sea (or the celestial and chthonian powers). ESPECIALLY since these relationships are said to happen at the beginning of the world, in the primordial times during which the world settled itself for what it is now.
Herakles' wedding with Hebe, the personification of youth, checks in with when he becomes an immortal god (aka, an eternally young entity). What better way to symbolize a hero escaping the clutches of death than by him becoming the husband of the spirit of eternal youth?
Why is Hestia never leaving Olympus? Something-something about her being the literal personification of the hearth, which is at the center of the house/community and does not move.
Why is Ares getting his ass kicked by Athena? Because Athena is civilization, and Ares savagery, and in the Ancient Greek mindset intelligence, wisdom and craft will always be above brutality, bloodlust and random cruelty.
Do I need to spell it out that the myth of Persephone-Hades-Demeter is about the cycle of the seasons, and how the earth renews itself and brings back life after a time of death?
And I wonder why Ares' companions during his mass-slaughters are called Phobos, Deimos and Eris - Fear, Panic and Discord... Why would the goddess that breaks harmony and sows feuds and chaos be depicted as the close sister of the god of the ravages of war and of the brutality of conflicts, what a strange mystery!
And I can go on, and on, and on. Remember, the Greek gods aren't just super-heroes or wizards (that's more in line with more "humanized" mythologies, like the Irish or Nordic ones). They are embodiments of concepts and ideas, personifications of natural forces and cosmic powers, they are living allegories and fleshed metaphors. Zeus wields the lightning because he IS the lightning and thunder. Dionysos is both the bringer of joy and madness because he IS alcohol. Hades is both the name of the god of the dead, and of the realm of the dead. Hestia's name is literaly "hearth" in Greek, Hebe "youth", Nyx "night", Gaia "earth", Eros "desire". You can write "Eris met Helios at Okeanos' palace" or you can write "Strife encountered the Sun at the palace of Ocean" and that is the EXACT SAME THING!
[Mind you to limit the gods to being JUST allegories is also a mistake not to make. Greek deities are much more than just X concept or X idea... But one part of the myths will always be, down the line, some weather metaphor or some natural cycle motif]
#greek mythology#greek gods#this is also for almost all other mythologies in the world#but we'll stick with greek for now#greek goddesses#greek myths
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I love fics that really highlight that Shen Yuan and Airplane are the weirdest entities in the story.
Because it's true! As strange, rare, and powerful as beings like Heavenly Demons or Dream Demons or once-in-a-generation cultivation prodigies are, they are also still native to the world they exist in. They're known to exist, and there's precedent for most of the things they do. Somebody like Luo Binghe may be exceptionally uncommon and remarkably powerful, but in the end he's still existing within the parameters of this world, its history, and its other inhabitants.
Shen Yuan and Airplane, and the System, aren't. They are something else altogether. I mean, canonically! The System is basically a god, and Shen Yuan and Airplane come from a world with entirely different rules, and to some extent are also godlike in their (however unwitting) influence in the creation of this world. They are cosmic mysteries. Even their version of being human is different from the other humans in this world because this world is built different from ours.
For us, the readers, they are the touchstone and the "normal" perspective counteracting the different norms and expectations of the rest of the characters and the setting. But from the perspective of all those other characters (the vast majority of people) in that world, if what they actually were was known, they'd be the most strange and spooky beings around. Like cosmic horror type shit. According to all known things about how the universe works, those guys should not be here. But they are. They are and they know fragments of incomprehensible things, they've taken over the bodies/lives of actual "normal" people, they see the world very differently from everyone else, they have to abide by rules which are invisible and even nonsensical according to the expectations of others (like faerie beings forced to follow contracts, or vampires bound to wait for permission before they can enter a home, except it's all the System's hoops and penalties), but they also have limited information about some peoples' destinies and about things that no one else has seen or interacted with for untold ages (all the lore and subplots that Airplane chucked in).
Like by the standards of our world, Luo Binghe would be a billionaire -- uncommon, over-powered, controversial, gifted with many advantages but also no guarantee of actual happiness or love, etc. But crucially, still definitely a kind of person who can exist without bending anyone's current concept of reality.
But Shen Yuan and Airplane are aliens and/or gods.
I love fics that get into that.
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I apologize in advance for any mistakes (English is not my first language) BUT I JUST CAN'T! I can't stop thinking about how exactly the main character will end up completely dependent on Father Micah. If elves, dark magic, incubi and other creatures exist in this world, I would venture to suggest that possession by demons or other evil spirits is also a known phenomenon.
Just imagine a situation in which the main character is forced to attend church because she realizes that something is wrong with her perception of reality. It all starts small - insomnia, minor auditory hallucinations, which can easily be attributed to general fatigue from work or school. She can try to self-diagnose and self-medicate, but there is practically no effect.
Disjointed and disturbing dreams give way to nightmares, auditory hallucinations become more unbearable and are now accompanied by visual distortions as well. Any sane person in such situation will rush to a psychologist (more likely even a psychiatrist), but the treatment doesn't give the desired results. Her relatives are very worried and concerned; someone from a more devout background may advise turning to the clergy - and Father Micah is simply an excellent candidate to help this poor unfortunate soul. If she really feels better after each visit, then she'll come back again and again. Just to not lose her damn mind.
But what if Father Micah is the root cause of her condition? If he's not as pure and holy as he seems? What if he's the one who made a contract with the entity that is currently ruining her whole life?
He can't keep her in church by force unless there is a good reason, but even if she'll try to stay away, her condition will deteriorate so much that she WILL inevitably attack someone close to her at some point, mistaking them for Father Micah or that entity due to hallucinations. And SHE WILL have to return back if she doesn't want end up accidentally taking the life of someone from her inner circle. But even if she'll refuse to do so voluntarily, her dangerous condition is in any case a good reason to forcibly isolate her from the others.
And I doubt Father Micah is interested in fully exorcising her.
Oh god I love this scenario.
So I don't think Micah would actually make contracts with evil entities to curse you, but he would make you believe you were cursed. I can definitely seem him drugging you small dosages by giving you small snacks whenever you visit the church or run into him by "chance". He'd always play it off as a gift from the church or some leftovers from what they made for the orphans.
You wouldn't suspect him at all. Why would you? He's THE Father Micah. The beloved angel of the town since he was a kid. No human has seen him do evil deeds.
He would know exactly when the drugs kick in and when they are the most effective, and he would always be there at the right time. Talking to you, making you believe it's unnecessary to see a doctor for such mild sickness. Surely it'll get better if you pray.
It's not getting better even after praying? Maybe it was more serious than Micah expected, but worry not, he knows just the right thing to do. You just have to come to his house so he can bless you with his personal prayers. Why not at the church? Haha you wouldn't want to bother everyone there for such a trivial issue right? Don't worry, Micah will give you special treatment in his house, just trust him.
And trust you will, because everyone knows if there's someone you shouldn't fear it's Father Micah.
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Writing Notes: Horror
Horror is a genre within creative writing that relies on one thing: instilling a sense of fear in the reader.
The horror genre is multifacetedâthere is a kind of horror for every kind of person.
For some, the most effective scare is the idea of being trapped in a haunted house. For others, itâs being chased by a serial killer on Halloween.
Some of the best horror comes from scary things that can manipulate an audienceâs feelings, creating a sensation of uneasiness and fear that stretches beyond consciousness and permeates deep within the psyche.
Horror writing is sometimes categorized within the broader category of thrillers, but not all horror follows the thriller structure.
Classic horror fictionâwhether expressed as a novel, novella, short story, or filmâwill tap into topics that reliably frighten most humans.
Common topics include ghosts, werewolves, vampires, zombies, serial killers, murderers, and the fear of the unknown.
These horror tropes can often devolve into clichés.
A downside of horrorâs popularity is that many horror books and movies recycle old content in non-creative ways, but when properly executed, horror stories can thrill audiences and even provide commentary on the human condition.
Horror Subgenres
1. Apocalyptic - In this subgenre, the world is ending or society is collapsing. When this happens, itâs usually because of some creature, demon, or religious event (while climate-oriented apocalypses are more sci-fi).
2. Body Horror - Involves the mutilation, experimentation, or violation of the human body. It can focus on disease, dismemberment, infestation, sexual acts, or a complete transformation of the physical form.
3. Comedy - Horror and comedy seem so at odds with each other, but they work so well together (kind of like spice and chocolate). A trademark of comedy horror is how the protagonist somewhat stumbles through the story, arriving at the end through luck and ridiculous happenstance rather than skill or growth.
4. Cosmic/Lovecraftian - With its origins largely attributed to H.P. Lovecraft, cosmic horror makes us feel small against a threat that is ancient, massive, and incomprehensible. Cosmic horror looks at intergalactic entities, ancient gods, the machinations of the universe, and how helpless we are against it all.
5. Dark Fantasy - Another crossover, this time with the fantasy genre. In dark fantasy, you have elements of magic, fictional creatures or worlds, and everything else that makes fantasy great, plus you add in a good dose of scares. This can also involve other subgenres, like body horror.
6. Dark Romance - Another crossover genre, dark romance takes the feel-good romance genre and makes it horrific. While this subgenre can simply include morally questionable characters and a grittier tone than most romance, it can also include kidnapping, forced confinement, BDSM, psychological and physical abuse, and sexual violence or sex where there is no consent. Bear in mind that it still needs to include the tenants of romance stories, though.
7. Extreme Gore - Not for the faint of heart, this subgenre includes books that have detailed torture scenes or otherwise disturbing and depraved acts. This genre is all about shocking your audience with how awful your characters act or are treated.
8. Folk Horror - Embraces urban legends and folktales. These range from old pagan gods in the woods to weird rituals performed by isolated groups or villages. Sometimes there is a supernatural element to them, even if the âsupernaturalâ is simply perceived or believed by some characters (e.g., Midsommar).
9. Found Footage/Documentaries - Though this subgenre is more common in films than books, found footage and documentary horror stories are about a crew of people recording their experiences, usually unaware of the true danger they are about to face.
10. Gothic - The great-grandparent of modern horror, gothic horror is the brooding, atmospheric genre containing what most of us would consider classics (e.g., Dracula and Frankenstein). Sometimes you throw in a dash of romance, but these tales tackle topics like death and mortality.
11. Post-Apocalyptic - After some world-ending disaster, how horrifying have things become? Post-apocalyptic horror shows us a world without rules or structure. It can contain unrealistic elements (zombies, demons, etc.) or realistic possibilities (cannibals, gangs, and so on).
12. Psychological - Places the spotlight on trauma, mental health, manipulation, phobias, and everything else that causes you to become stressed and anxious. Home invasion stories (i.e., The Strangers) fall under this subgenre.
13. Slasher - Involves violent horror that is more about a single killer stalking and eventually killing a group of people (traditionally targeting teens and using a blade). This subgenre isnât necessarily as violent or gory as others, but uses suspense to make the reader hold their breath.
14. Splatterpunk - Is known for its disregard of limits when it comes to violenceâboth physical and sexual. Gore and depravity are grossly abundant.
15. Supernatural/Paranormal - Some folks separate these two subgenres into different categories, but there is so much overlap that theyâre basically the same. If you have to, think of supernatural horror as stories that involve werewolves, witches, vampires, and other monsters. Paranormal horror, on the other hand, involves ghosts, demons, and haunted houses.
Tips for Writing Horror
1. Read more horror. Thereâs no better way to understand what a good story looks like than to read one for yourself. Read as much as you can so you are aware of what other horror writers are doing.
2. Focus on your own fears. Much like comedy, horror benefits from authenticity. So get personal: If you can scare yourself, you can probably scare an audience.
3. Create three-dimensional characters. Write characters whose character flaws feed the action of the story. All good literature and film contains well-wrought characters with desires, emotions, and a backstory. The more human you make the characters of your story or screenplay, the more their missteps and bad choices will resonate with an audience.
4. Recognize that the real can be scarier than the surreal. Sure, you can make up an army of googly-eyed bad guys or plant a severed head in your main characterâs bed, but will you really scare your reader? Not necessarily. In most cases, psychological horror sticks with audiences far longer than a jump scare or gross-out moment in a slasher film. Toying with peopleâs real-life fears tends to scare them much more than just grossing them out.
5. Use the environment. Scary movies and television shows can use jump-scares as an easy way to frighten an audience, but writing scary literature requires its own method of manifesting fear. Setup your environment in a vivid way to fully immerse your readers into your setting. Vividly describing an enclosed space can elicit feelings of claustrophobia. A dark and quiet house becomes more frightening when a character suddenly hears the creak of an upstairs floorboard. Being an outsider in an unfamiliar place, like a small town with no cell phone service and where everyone knows each other, is already unsettlingâand if you add a malicious paranormal force to such a setting, you can enhance the feeling of isolation and ramp up the anxiety of the scenario.
6. Write longer sentences. You can heighten your readersâ fear by writing paragraphs with longer sentences. Periods provide natural pauses for readers to take a breath, but if you stretch out your sentences, you build anticipation for the readerâwhich they might not even realize until they reach the end of the sentence. By using tactics like this, you immerse the reader into your horror story, making them feel what the main character feels and creating a heart-pounding connection.
7. Make your readers breathe faster. Whereas long sentences can amplify the intensity of a story, short one-sentence paragraphs can force your readers to take more frequent breaths while following your narrative. Crafting abrupt lines builds tension in your scary story writing, making the readersâ eyes move more quickly down the page searching for the relief that the protagonist is safe. This can make your audience breathe faster, contributing to the feeling of panic and anxiety.
8. Leverage fear of the unknown. Fear of the unknown is a common theme that can be tracked throughout many of the best stories in horror fiction and horror movies. When there is something that negatively affects us that we cannot control or properly identify, it creates a feeling of panic and dread. Teasing your readers with something not quite definable or a bad guy no one knows how to stop can increase the level of tension and fear when writing horror stories.
9. Lean into dark imagery and your readersâ collective imagination. Consider what images might be frightening to a reader (and yourself). How much of a description of a clown do you need in order to make a reader feel uneasy? How large and grotesque does a rat need to be? Leaving some of these images more general than specific will allow a reader to fill in the blanks with what is most horrifying to them. Example: If you read the word beast, what do you see in your imagination? Most words carry connotations and personal connections. Allow your words to work for you to create the maximum scare.
10. Want tension? Sprinkle in some foreshadowing. Foreshadowing is a powerful tool in your writing arsenal, but it is particularly effective in horror, especially when writing in third person. Foreshadowing is when an author alludes to a future event by showing us something now. The key to foreshadowing is to use it sparingly. We want to up the tension and the fear our readers are experiencing while they yell at the oblivious protagonist not to open the door. We donât want the reader to know every single thing thatâs going to happen.Â
11. Focus on the moment where things shift. You should consider a pivotal scene in your story idea and try to build around that scene or that moment where the plot actually âshifts.â Sometimes that could be reflected in a realization by the protagonist. Other times it can be represented in some type of ironic twist at the end. By looking at that singular element of your story idea, you cut away the fat so that the reader is left only with the most resonant part of the story.
12. Establish the mundane. Mundane is just a fancy way of saying normal, but the message still rings true. Most story structures tell you to start by establishing the Ordinary World: what our protagonistâs normal life is like. This is important for showing us how important the larger conflict is, because it threatens the protagonistâs normal. In horror, establishing the mundane is arguably more important. In a story where connecting with the character and empathizing with them over the godawful stuff you, the author, put them through, the reader needs to understand just how bad life has gotten. Then you can take both your characters and your reader from a place of comfort and familiarity and plunge them into whatever shadowy hell youâve concocted.
13. Choosing your POV. By choosing to write your story from a first-person perspective, you are putting the reader exactly where your character is. There are 2 types of third-person POVâlimited and omniscient. It is advisable to stay away from omniscient. Part of writing a good horror story is withholding information from the reader, which third-person omniscient doesnât really allow for. Considering the pros and cons of the different points of view, choose the right one for your story.
14. Avoid clichĂ©s. ClichĂ©s are boring and predictable, and a horror scene that is predictable is likely to not be scary. A good horror story can still use familiar horror tropes, but a great horror story makes them its own. Look beyond the obvious when trying to write a scary sceneâwhat is something readers wouldnât expect? How can you surprise them with fear? Use enough of the existing tropes to be identifiable as horror, but make sure you insert your own originality into the mix. One of the reasons people gravitate to genres in general is because they have certain expectations for what should happen in the story. Look for ways to flip archetypes on their heads.
15. Practice. If youâre struggling to get a handle on writing a good story thatâs scary, practice with story prompts (see some sample prompts below). Writing prompts can expand your range of thinking and open up new avenues of imagination that you hadnât thought of before.
Horror Writing Prompts
A scary doll comes to life.
A scene from a nightmare comes true the next day.
Days go by, and your parents donât come home.
You feel yourself slowly becoming a monster.
Your friends start to disappear, and no one else notices.
Youâre lost in the woods, and you donât know how you got there.
Youâre inhabited by a ghost that controls you and makes you do crazy things.
You have no reflection in the mirror.
The teacher is a monster, but no one will believe you.
You hypnotize your brother, and you canât snap him out of it.
A fortune teller reveals that you are evil.
Someone follows you home, and itâs your exact double.
You find a diary that tells the future.
Every time you wake up, youâre a different person.
Your parents explain that you are actually an alien from another planet.
You know someone is watching you day and night from the house across the street.
You realize you are shrinking.
While reading a scary book, you realize that youâre a character in it.
Someone is living in your mirror.
Everyone knows the new neighbors are vampires, and the kids invite you over for a sleepover.
All the cats in a small town vanish in the middle of the nightâŠ.and all that remains is a set of big, scary teeth smashed into a car door.
A group of friends takes on the zombie apocalypse.
Strange things start happening after the grandfather clock starts to speak.
You finally meet your childâs imaginary friend. Who turns out to be a serial killer.
When a local police officer goes to investigate the haunted house down the street, he finds a young girl who died decades ago.
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The Force does not actually make the future, it does not build it, it does not write it, it just predicts it.
The Force looks at the actions of the living beings that live in the Galaxy, and predicts what some of those choices are going to lead to in the end.
Even considering Seers, the Force probably didn't just decide "Hey! You're going to see everything I do!" it's just good (or bad) luck that a poor soul was born more in contact with the Force than others, and so could see all the predictions the Force made better than others!!
This is why a vision is never going to be true 100% of the time, because it is a future not wirtten in stone, it can be changed, sometimes the change is accidental or sometimes it's desired, but again, it happens because of the actions of the individuals! Sometimes it does not even change! Because the Force predicted that someone would know of that future, and would do exactly the actions that were going to lead to that end, and there was nothing they could do!
The Force is not some some entity who decides what to do on its own, it's a field that binds the galaxy together, everything it does is not part of any plan, it just makes it happen based on the actions of the individuals of the galaxy.
A person is not just a pawn in the grand scheme of things, it is their choices that are going to determine their future, not a pre-existing future.
What I'm trying to say is, I hate the idea of the Force being an actual entity (or worse, similiar to the Christian God) but it's just something doing its job by keeping all the galaxy alive.
#star wars#bruh does any of what I said make sense??#idk#btw this is just my interpretation pls don't yell âoh but in this obscure book it's actually-â bc I don't fucking care#I'm yapping but I had to write this all down asap#the force#jedi#star wars headcanons
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Revised version of "polytheism vs elaborateness" religion chart. I started with a list of around 150 religions, sects, denominations, philosophies, and spiritual tendencies, whittled down to 100 based on what I could find information on and what meaningful differences would actually show up in a chart like this. Dark blue is Christianity and Christian-derived tendencies; light blue is Judaism and Jewish-derived tendencies; green is Islam and Islam-influenced tendencies; purple is ancient Mediterranean polytheism and related schools of thought; red is Dharmic/Hindu-influenced schools of thought; tan is Chinese religion and philosophy; orange is new religious movements; black is other, unaffiliated religions and movements.
Obviously, "what is a religion" is a complicated topic. Some of the things on this chart might strike you more as philosophical schools (Carvaka, Stoicism), epistemological approaches (Unitarian Universalism), or different ways of slicing the same tradition. The scholarly definition of "religion" is sort of fundamentally circular, and that's not something I'm interested in trying to untangle for this entirely non-scientific exercise.
Religions etc. are scored on two axis: polytheism vs elaborateness of practice. Polytheism is a rank from zero to 11, thus:
0. Strict atheist and materialist, denying the possibility of both gods and the supernatural, e.g., Carvaka.
1. Atheist. Denies the existence of significant supernatural agents worthy of worship, but may not deny all supernatural (or psychic, paranormal, etc.) beings and phenomena (e.g., Mimamsa).
2. Agnostic. This religion makes no dogmatic claims about the existence of supernatural beings worthy of worship, and it may not matter for this religion if such beings exist (e.g., Unitarian Universalists). It does not preclude--and may actually incorporate--other supernatural, psychic, or paranormal phenomena (e.g., Scientology).
3. Deist. This religion acknowledges at least one god or Supreme Being, but rejects this being's active intervention in the world after its creation (e.g., Christian Deism). Deism is marked with a gray line on the chart, in case you want to distinguish religions that specifically care about all this God business from ones that don't.
4. Tawhid monotheist. This religion acknowledges only a single transcendent god above all other natural or supernatural beings, who is usually the creator of the universe and the ground of being, and is without parts, division, or internal distinction (e.g., Islam).
5. Formal monotheism. This religion acknowledges a single god, usually transcendent above all other natural or supernatural beings, but who may have aspects, hypostases, or distinct parts (e.g., Trinitarian Christianity). Pantheism may be considered a special case of formal monotheism that identifies the universe and its many discrete phenomena with a single god or divine force.
6. Dualism. This religion acknowledges a single god worthy of worship, alongside a second inferior, often malevolent being that nevertheless wields great power in or over the world (e.g., Zoroastrianism or Gnosticism).
7. Monolatrist. This religion or practice acknowledges the existence of many gods or divine beings worthy of worship, but focuses on, or happens to be devoted to only one of them (e.g., ancient mystery cults; pre-exilic Judaism).
8. Oligotheist. This religion worships a small group of divine beings, who may function for devotional or rhetorical purposes as a single entity (e.g., Mormonism, Smartism).
9. Monogenic polytheism/Henotheism. This religion worships many gods, which it sees as proceeding from or owing their existence to, a single underlying or overarching force or supreme god (e.g., many forms of Hinduism).
10. Heterogenic polytheism. This religion worships many gods, who have diverse origins and/or natures. Though the number of gods is in practical terms probably unlimited, gods are discrete entities or personalities, i.e., they are "countably infinite" (e.g., many polytheistic traditions).
11. Animism. This religion worships many gods which may or may not be discrete entities, and which may or may not be innumerable even in principle, i.e., they are "uncountably infinite" (e.g., many animist traditions).
What counts as a god is naturally a bit of a judgement call, as is exactly where a religion falls on this scale.
Elaborateness of practice is based on assigning one point per feature from the following list of features:
Uses vs forbids accompanied music in worship
Saints or intermediary beings accept prayers/devotion
Liturgical calendar with specific rituals or festivals
Practices monasticism
Venerates relics or holy objects
Clerics have special, elaborate clothing
Clerics have special qualificiations, e.g., must be celibate or must go through elaborate initiation/training
Elaborate sacred art or architecture used in places of worship
Sites of pilgrimage, or other form of cult centralization
Sophisticated religious hierarchy beyond the congregational level
Mandatory periods of fasting and/or complex dietary rules
Specific clothing requirements for laypeople
Specific body modifications either required or forbidden for laypeople
Liturgical language
Complex ritual purity rules
Performs sacrifice
Performs human sacrifice (or cannibalism)
Uses entheogens
Uses meditation or engages in mystical practice
Additionally, a point is taken away for austerity for each of the following features:
Forbids secular music outside worship
Claims sola scriptura tradition
Practices pacifism or ahimsa
Requires vegetarianism of all adherents
These scores are probably pretty inexact, since I am not a scholar of world religion.
This chart is not scientific, it's just a goof based on that @apricops post.
Other fun dimensions along which to chart religions might be:
Orthodoxy vs orthopraxy
Authoritarianism/control of members. This would add some much needed distinctions to Christian sects in particular, and to the new religious movements.
Elaborateness of cosmological claims. Some religions (looking at you, Buddhism) really go hog-wild here.
Social egalitarianism. Even within the same framework/tradition/philosophy, some practices differ radically on how egalitarian they are.
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In today's age of magic, shapeshifting has never been easier or more frequent. Have you started to notice your partner has some strange quirks? Does your husband, wife, spouse or significant other demonstrate some odd behaviours that you've only started to take real notice of after significant time together? Accidentally getting into a relationship with a nonhuman is more common than you might think. Here's a handy guide on some entities your partner might be, in case you feel you need to approach that topic.
1 - Fae Fae are a very diverse race, ranging wildly in appearance and power, and disguising themselves as humans is an everyday occurrence. You most likely grew up on stories about not giving your name to strangers, in case they are Fae - unknowingly marrying a Fae is shockingly common, the Bureau of Nonhuman Entities (BoNE) estimates that anywhere between 0.5 to 2% of human marriages actually include one or more Fae in disguise. Here are the signs your partner may be Fae.
A 'green thumb', very knowledgeable about highly local plants and fungi
Strong aptitude for poetry and instruments, a very beautiful singing voice. They highly enjoy writing songs for you, composing poems about you, and singing together.
Enjoys singing you to sleep.
Wild animals are completely unafraid of them, and often approach both of you
Loves gold jewellery, but abjectly refuses to wear anything silver.
Sees suspiciously well in the dark
Cannot get drunk - Fae are often immune to human poisons
Acquaintances of yours describe your partner as 'ethereal', 'enchanting', or 'hypnotising'. You may hear comments that your partner seems out of your league.
They place a very heavy emphasis on manners and politeness, and can quickly grow upset when social rules are not followed.
When frustrated, they use swear words you've never heard before
Fae are frequently attracted to neurodivergent humans. If you're neurodivergent the likelihood is even higher.
2 - Deity Again, more common than you might think. Deities both minor and major often find themselves attracted to humans, and stories of these romances are baked into our histories. Your spouse may be the God of anything from a very specific kind of flower, to a certain weather pattern, to (rarely) something very big like knowledge or the ocean itself. They're harder to spot than Fae, often indistinguishable from a normal human thanks to their many years observing people.
The biggest clue is that they don't notice pain, and never seem to get hurt. They'll have invulnerability or high resistance to things such as burning, freezing, drowning, cutting, and blunt force trauma. They might not notice they've put their hand on a hot burner, for example.
Speaks in strangely archaic language, often misunderstanding modern trends and linguistics. Oddly knowledgeable around ancient subjects.
They may randomly smell like blood and/or smoke. This is often a sign they've just received an offering, and the intensity of the smell is stronger with more powerful deities.
They can immediately tell when someone is lying, usually without giving a cause for the knowledge.
The two of you share pet names of a celestial nature, such as "star", "nova", "sun", "moon", "comet".
When upset, they have a highly commanding voice that can shake glass or cause bizarre events to happen (ie; mist indoors, words on a page scrambling, lights changing colour).
Heightened interest in the topic of immortality - particularly your views on it. Frequently asking you 'how you would feel' if you would live forever.
3 - Dragon A very rare (but not impossible) phenomena, most people have no idea that dragons are intelligent and emotionally complex beings that can very convincingly disguise themselves. Living in caves isn't for everyone and loneliness is not just a human feeling.
Very wealthy, but with no clear sign of where the wealth originates from. They may say their money comes from a 'long-term investment'.
Highly passionate lover. Deeply devoted and affectionate, sometimes to the point of it being inappropriate in public. Enjoys big displays of affection and physical intimacy. May need to be told to slow down.
Abandonment issues. This often stems from the highly violent childhood many dragons experience, and the frequent loss of loved ones to dragonslayers. They might be reluctant to be separated too long.
Has a particular item they enjoy hoarding. This could be clothes, trinkets, plushies, shoes, anything at all. You may find that they're very easygoing about you touching their collection, maybe they even actively make you part of the hoard. They may dress you in collected clothes, sort their collected plushies around your bed, or ask you to wear jewellery they've found. But they'll become extremely agitated and aggressive if anyone other than you tries to interact with 'their things'.
Prone to anger, quick-tempered.
Frequently concerned about your health, seems to perceive you as delicate and easily injured.
Please remember that if your partner IS nonhuman, they almost certainly didn't intentionally lie. Human relationships will seem very fast to other entities. Many transform into humans for a fun year out, find themselves head over heels in love, and then can't figure out the right time to tell their human lover the truth. Try not to hold it against them, everyone has their quirks!
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