#cause the blood is dripping yk

[neonisradioactive]

“Your turn.”

[abbyromanoff]

Request! Fem!reader x Natasha. Reader is hunting natasha as she is an assassin. Natasha (pre-shield) in her freelance days, captures Reader and tortures her using sex (not letting her cum etc) to see who is hunting her. They turn into “enemies with benefits” if u yk what I mean

NEVER KNOW

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT:

WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of killing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denials, enemies to lovers typa feel, strap on usage, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“You can take one more-“

“No,”

“Yes, you can.” She demanded, and you had no choice but to listen and comply. Her cock teased your g-spot with every thrust and led your mouth to part in a loud moan. The harness around her hips brought a small brush of the clit, causing her pace to quicken in hopes of reaching a further state of arousal.

“P..please, I can’t t-take anymore.” You mumbled out quietly, teary eyes glancing towards the woman in hopes of mercy being shown. But you didn’t even know if you truly wanted mercy, you just wanted her.

She was meant to be your enemy, the one you’d capture and turn in for your boss's approval, but it didn’t end the way you expected. Instead, you laid on a slightly hardened bed, your back beginning to ache with every thrust - but she didn’t care, she enjoyed this.

“Fucking slut. You like this, hm? You like Daddy fucking this tight cunt?” Her hands tightened on your hips that were raised to meet her liking, it had been like this for what felt like hours.

You knew there was a slim chance of even spotting her, not to mention taking her in as a prisoner. She was a highly trained assassin, the best of the best, you had no chance of coming close. Fury practically set you up for failure, and now you were stuck as her slave.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m close, baby.” This was her third orgasm in the last twenty-two minutes, and you wondered how that was even possible. Either way, you accepted the shots of cum that she let seep into your womb. The strap was designed with tech to release artificial cum, but you began wondering if it was even fake. If she had gotten this, stating she has been waiting to use it on you, who knows if she adjusted the settings or not? It would be difficult to do so, yet she could do anything she set her mind to, she was just that good.

“Gonna be such a good girl for your Daddy, yeah? You wanna be a good slut for me?” You nodded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. She slapped them, gripping onto your left mound and tweaking the sore nipple. You bit your lip, nearly crying from the sensation.

“Can’t wait for these to leak milk for me. Fuck, I just know you’ll taste so fucking good.” She pressed her hungry lips to the hard bud, moaning as she imagined the sweet liquid. This didn’t distract her, though. No, she continued to let her pelvis bone slap against yours painfully. The room was filled with the sound of cheeks clapping together and reeked of sweat and sex. It was like a taunt, as if the air wanted to show you how humiliating and disgusting you were.

“P-please, Nat, I need to cum…so- bad!” Your nails raked down her back, clawing at the skin as she hissed in pain. Blood began to drip, and she only hummed in delight.

“Soon, baby girl, Daddy gets to cum first.” She already had multiple times, but that didn’t stop her. She wanted to make you suffer, it brought her enjoyment.

“I can’t h-hold on-“

“Yes, you can.” She retorted in a rough manner. You couldn’t listen to her anymore, you needed to finish. It was becoming unbearable, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Did- did you just-“ Came her voice after a few moments. You debated on how to get away with it, but you knew the punishment would be worse. But you didn’t care, you needed this more than she could imagine.

“I- I’m sorry, Nat-“ A slap came to your face, causing your skin to start reddening.

“You don’t get to call me that. You’re such an ungrateful fucking whore, can’t even wait till I give permission.” You sniffled quietly, and she only groaned in response.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till I’m satisfied, you got that? And then maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. But for now, you’re my bitch and you’re gonna fucking act like it.”

“Yes, Daddy..”

It would be a long night, and you wouldn’t change this for the world.

[azzibuckets]

i want the world to know

[paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: 5 times you and paige accidentally expose your relationship to the world (aka when your love is so strong you guys can’t help but slip up) and the 1 time you make sure the world knows

a/n: Ok so i wrote the summary rly wrong cuz idk how to word it but yk how the format goes 😅

masterlist

#1

You lifted the Big East championship trophy in the air, grinning at the crowd of cameras. After getting into several different poses, you handed the trophy off to another teammate for their turn and rejoined the rest of the girls, who were packed into a tight circle, whooping and dancing as you all celebrated your tournament win.

You were all watching and hollering in support as KK did the griddy when Paige touched your upper arm.

“What’s up?” You yelled over the noise of the fans and the team celebrating, stepping aside so you could hear her.

She shook her head, eyes sparkling as she stepped closer to you. “Your hat,” she murmured, gently take your Big East champs hat off your head.

“Is there something wrong?” You reached up to mess with your hair, but Paige got to it first, softly pulling out strands from behind your ears and combing through your hair with her fingers. “Just a little messy,” she explained. Her nose scrunched and her tongue poked out in concentration as she carefully fixed your hair, then put the cap back on backwards.

“Paige,” you complained, but with a smile on your face.

“‘M sorry, you just look so cute and gangsta with it backwards,” Paige stifled a giggle, giving the brim of your cap a little flick.

You pouted. “P, put it back right.” You whined.

“Alright, alright.” Paige stopped teasing you and swung your hat around. You beamed at her as she straightened your cap, leaving her finishing touches. Stepping back, she observed you with a proud smile on her face.

The next morning, photos of Paige touching your hair were all over Twitter, and fans started suspecting you two were more than friends.

#2

Some of the girls were over at KK’s apartment. Being the mother that you were, you took charge of making dinner, getting started in the kitchen by chopping vegetables for your famous chicken noodle soup.

After some time, Paige ambled into the kitchen, bored with the live and already missing you.

“How’s the food going, baby?” Paige came up from behind you, sneaking her hands around your waist and resting her cheek against your head.

“Good, you wanna help?” You turned around to give Paige a soft kiss on the lips before focusing back on preparing dinner.

“I dunno,” Paige gently rocked back and forth with you, burrowing her face into the curve of your neck. “Your hair smells so good. Can I jus stay right here?”

“If you want,” you giggled.

You guys started fooling around like love birds, Paige grabbing random slices of vegetables off the cutting board and popping it into both of your mouths.

That’s when KK came in, still on live. She carefully maneuvered around you guys, trying not to get you on camera, as she grabbed a snack. But as she left the kitchen, she ripped open a bag of goldfish, causing her phone to shift and catch you two in the background.

3712 viewers saw Paige feeding you a slice of carrot from behind, one of her hands in the pocket of your jeans and the other reaching around your shoulder to put the food in your mouth, thumb resting on the corner of your lips as you chewed.

#3

During a game against Seton Hall, Paige got elbowed while on defense, the girl’s elbow flying up and smacking into her face.

Paige flew backwards, dropping to the ground, the pain taking away her breath. Still, she forced herself to get up and keep playing defense, sprinting to catch up and do her duty.

After that possession, as she got subbed out with blood dripping from her nose and down her mouth, she yelled angrily at the referee. One of the team’s physicians ran up to Paige with a napkin, trying to blot at her nose, but Paige’s mind was buzzing with an intense mixture of anger and pain, and she pushed away from the physician, brushing both her and Geno’s orders for her to calm down off as she tried to keep yelling at the ref.

Seeing the physician’s growing frustration at Paige refusing to let her clean up her nose, you got up from the bench and over to Paige. “Let me,” you told the physician, who gratefully handed you the napkin.

“Paige.” At your voice, Paige turned around.

“What the hell was that?” She demanded. “You saw that right? They didn’t even fucking call it-“

“Paige,” you reached out with the napkin. “I know. Let’s just get you cleaned up first, hm?”

Paige reluctantly nodded, leaning forward to let you wipe up her nose. You placed one hand under her chin to stabilize her. You didn’t even realize it, but your thumb instinctually stroked her cheek in an attempt to soothe her. She continued grumbling under her breath, but stayed still so you could make sure she was okay.

As soon as you wiped up the last of the blood, she started to walk off, but you called her back. “P, let them check to see if it’s broken.” You gestured at the physician waiting helplessly on the side.

Paige rolled her eyes but turned around to make her way back to the physician.

Later that night, the video of you cleaning up Paige’s bloody nose went viral on Tiktok, the comments going wild over how Paige seemingly refused to listen to anyone but you.

#4

You and Paige were attending the ESPY Awards. Paige was nominated for Female College Athlete of the Year and had invited you along as her plus one. When she won, you both stood up in excitement, and you couldn’t help but kiss her on the cheek before she went up on stage to accept her award.

All night you two had been a little bit more touchy than expected for friends. On the red carpet, her hand constantly rested on the small of your back. Even when she was getting interviewed and you were standing off to the side, some part of her body was always touching you.

Your table was in the very corner of the venue, so you decided it was safe to interlock your ankles. You two often did that as a way to reassurance each other of your presence when you couldn’t touch in more obvious ways. Her ankle wrapped around yours, and your calves pressed against each other.

Both of you failed to see that the table cloth only covered half of your legs, and so anyone who walked by and looked closely would see them intertwined. Which still would’ve been fine, since you guys were in the back of the room - the only reason you two were caught was because you were in a background of a picture of the couple at the table in front of you. In the background, you were staring at each other with fond smiles on your faces, and if you zoomed in, it was clear as day that your legs were interlocked.

Later that night, as you guys left the ceremony, throngs of sports fans waited outside, yelling at the athletes streaming out of venue in hopes of getting noticed. Paige shielded you from them, moving from your left to your right side so that her body blocked out all the fans reaching out and waving their posters in your faces. Her hand glanced over your waist, leading you through.

#5

You had Paige enfolded against the wall of the bedroom. She let out a guttural sound as you sucked her skin between your lips, rolling it between your teeth.

“Baby,” she breathed, fingers tracing down your spine. “Holy shit, this feels so good, but we really gotta go.”

You ignored her words, continuing to brush your lips over her skin, until she had to physically push you away. “I want you,” you complained, fisting the bottom of her shirt to attach your lips to hers.

Paige kissed you back, slow and steady, before gently grabbing your chin and pulling apart. “I know, baby, I promise we can continue this later. But Geno’s gonna kill us if we’re late.”

The whole team was supposed to go to a media event at Gampel to promote March Madness. You’d have to meet fans and also do interviews with the press, but right now you didn’t cary about any of that. All you wanted was Paige, now.

But your girlfriend was firm, leading you out the door. Right before you got to Gampel, you dropped her hand, and you both walked with your arms crossed, knowing that if either of you left your hands dangling, they’d end up intertwined.

As soon as you entered, Paige was pulled away for an interview. You had twenty minutes until yours, so in the mean time you hung out with Ice, talking to some fans.

“I like your lipstick,” one of the fans complimented you. You had put on bright maroon lipstick before leaving the house.

“Thank you!” you smiled, laughing and agreeing once the fan asked you to post your makeup routine and the brands of all your products later on Instagram.

Paige finished up her interview and came over to you and Ice. “Thank god,” she muttered, “that took forever. And it’s so hot in here.” She ran her hands through her hair, collecting it into a ponytail.

You froze when you saw smudges of maroon littering Paige’s neck. You had been careful not to leave hickeys, but in your rush to leave the apartment, you had forgotten to clean up your lipstick once Paige had let her hair down.

“What?” Paige cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but before you could say anything, a fan came and asked her for a picture.

“Hey, wait,” you interrupted, but the fan quickly snapped a photo and took off in her eagerness to find the rest of the team.

“Oh my god,” you muttered. “Paige, look.” You opened your camera on your phone, showing the crimson on her neck.

Paige gaped for a second before bursting out in laughter. “I’m not gonna lie, babe. This is kinda hot.” She examined her neck, trailing her fingers over the red marks.

You glared at her, completely unamused. “I’m literally wearing bright maroon lipstick, and that photo the girl took with you is gonna be all over the Internet within the next two hours.”

Paige adjusted her hair to cover her neck again. “Listen, baby, I’m not entirely opposed to people finding out. I want the world to know you’re my girl.”

You blushed, Paige’s possessiveness sending warm tingles throughout your body. You were her girl. “I know, but there were so many more ways we could’ve let people find out. So many more romantic ways.”

Paige grinned, hooking her fingers through the loops of your jeans and pulling you in. “I don’t know,” she teased. “This seems pretty romantic.”

“If we’re both being honest, almost the whole world already knows we’re dating. We’re not that sneaky,” you admitted.

A glint appeared in Paige’s eyes. “Well, then, we might as well show the ones who don’t.” She smirked at you before gathering her hair into a ponytail.

[hansslut]

you belong to me ⋆🪽

҂ summary: jackie being possessive over reader before they even start dating and even more after cause she's a lil obsessed pookie :3

҂ warnings: a lil bit of jackie ghostface cuz i had to add it SORRY 😣

҂ a/n: posting this early cuz i got 2 nat fics hopefully coming in today so :D ( scared this is gonna flop )

you guys were friends but really only talked in school and when you had soccer practice

if she saw misty or natalie talking to you she'd immediately shoot daggers at them w her eyes and then just walk off

but if she saw them HITTING on you, not just talking, GIRL SHE'D RIIIIOOOOOTTTT you bet your ass she'd make everyone but you run the whole field 10 times

always helping you with anything cause "i know you can do it but i dont want you to tire yourself out im gonna do it for you i dont mind" and AAAAALWAYS buying you lunch

knows all your friends, the places you hangout at, your house, your favourite sports, your phone number, EVERYTHING

nowww after y'all start dating.. this girl isn't resting one bit

always attached to your hip 24/7

seeing u abt to talk w a random girl and going like "who was she?what did she want?do you know her?ok but why didn't you tell me about it?" and you're just ":0 i couldn't even say hi to her-" "AND????why do you need to say hi to her??"

she's the strongest believer of you don't need a girl bsf if you got a girlfriend and yk what she's right

always having sleepovers at your place cause she 'wants to protect you'

YK THAT ONE SCENE WHERE JACKIE TELLS SHAUNA "i was trying to save you" THAT BUT WITH GHOSTFACE JACKIE

she'd see misty trying to make a move on you ( she was just asking you when you can come over to her house so she can help with hw, BUT ALSO MAAAAYBE A LIL BIT HITTING ON YOU ) and when night comes you go to misty's house, only to find ghostface standing on top of her with blood dripping from the knife and being splattered all over the mask..

ofc that makes you scared SHITLESS you're like oh my god what the fuck jesus christ 😟 and then jackie pulls off the mask and goes "i was trying to save you, im sorry you had to see me like this>:( but it's okay now you're safe :D" and you were thinking SAFE FROM WHAT?????MISTY QUIGLEY????? but you still ran back to jackie cause HOW COULD YOU NOT💕💕

ANYWAYS UHM... she's just a desperate sad little girlfailure loser that needs love, does it really matter if she killed someone for you? she wants your love!!!!

[lordprettyflackotara]

sharp fangs / the finale / sam and colby

‘my blood runs cold like ice, sharp fangs, might bite.’

sum: your vampire boyfriends sam and colby have been determined to keep you human. colby has gone behind sam’s back, biting you and transforming you into one of them. how will you handle being a chaotic new born with hormones driving you up the wall?

tw: smut minors dni 18+, vampire!sam, vampire!colby, newborn vampire!reader, rough sex bc yk… vamp strength, humiliation, degradation, choking, passing out at the end but there’s plot reasons

an: can’t believe this shit has been in my head rent free for months and i just like… never wrote it? idk happy kinktober fuckers!

Cold.

The feeling surrounded you, engulfed you even.

This is what you imagined being submerged in ice cold water felt like. Or those athletes who bathed in ice baths for fun. Your lungs felt stuck, your body completely frozen in time. Your eyes opened in a flash, unsteady as you sat up.

A concerned Sam and Colby arose from their chairs, instantly standing by each of your sides.

“I am so sorry I never should’ve left you unattended with Colby-”

“You’re doing so well just try to focus on our voices-”

Their rambles were cut short by your eyebrow raising. Their voices sounded much clearer, as if before you had heard them speak underwater. You reached out and touched Sam’s cheek, his skin much softer than you had remembered. Your sights then fell on Colby, your fingertips brushing over his lips. The pads of your fingers seemed to be able to recognize more, every weave that woven through out his lips easily noticeable to you now. You blinked unsurely, the mere act of blinking feeling unnatural. You tilted your head to the side, opening your mouth to speak but abruptly stopping.

Your hand flew to your throat, clutching it like a man dying of thirst. “What… What is this feeling?” You choked out. Your throat felt dry, as if you had never consumed liquid any time during your lifetime. “It’s thirst. Here we got you a remedy,” Sam said. He handed you a blood bag, which they modestly decorated by placing it in a black pouch. You broke it open, ignoring the generous straw they had also placed for you. You gulped the metallic liquid, the crimson paint dripping down the sides of your chin.

You finished it in mere seconds, swallowing before grinning at the boys.

“Got anymore?”

Sam continued to hand you all of the blood bags they had, watching in amazement as you gulped it down. The boys had anticipated an uncontrolled thirst, but they hadn’t stocked up nearly enough to compensate your craving. “This is very hot and very concerning,” Colby grumbled, handing you the last blood bag. Sam elbowed him, shooting him a dirty look. “You’re the one who did this, remember that,” He snapped. Colby rolled his eyes, their attention resuming on you.

Shamelessly you were licking the inside of the plastic, your tongue flattening as you soaked in the flavor. “This shit… is so fucking good,” You purred. You moved your hair out of the way, lapping up some blood that had dripped on your shoulder. Your fingertips traced your puncture wounds from Colby’s fangs, the wound permanently stapled into your skin. “Interesting,” You hummed to yourself. As you opened your mouth the intense unsatisfied thirst consumed you, causing you to panic.

The sound of heartbeats from all of your neighbors began to become the only sounds audible. You jumped to your feet, attempting to zoom past the boys who immediately grabbed you. “She’s hearing the neighbors,” Sam grunted, both of them fighting to hold you back. Your eyes were glued to the door, your jaw clenching as you thrashed against their hold. “Cmon princess relax,” Colby encouraged. His encouragement only made you thrash more, your movements suddenly halting. You went limp against their hold, wondering if your nose had deceived you. Breathing wasn’t a necessity for you anymore, but your lungs became full as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

Not only could you hear your neighbors, you could smell them.

“Oh shit,” Colby muttered, watching as Sam reacted faster than he did. The blonde grabbed you, slamming you into the floor. Your wooden floor cracked underneath you, unfazing you as you hissed at him. “You know she’s kinda hot when she’s all feisty like this,” Colby chuckled, amused with the situation. Sam shot him a dirty look as he held you down. “Is this really the time to be thinking with your dick?” He barked. Colby rolled his eyes, lowering himself to your level. His hand reached over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me princess. Focus on me,” He purred. His command made you temporarily pause, your freshly crimson eyes a darker shade of red than the boys. His touch was assertive and demanding, his familiar voice bringing you back to reality. “There we go. Now keep focusing on us,” Colby ordered. His eyes flickered to Sam, ensuring he was taking the not so subtle hint. Sam and Colby knew more information about newborns than they cared to. Colby turned first, all of those years ago. He refused to live without his best friend, who was dying from the same plague he was. So he did everything he could to try to obtain information on newborns, trying his hardest to take care of Sam.

But that was years ago and despite all of the decades passing, Colby remembered one crucial detail that would now come in handy. Newborns still had hormones, despite the science disclaiming that. As a newborn you were in a constant of feralness, the only two things on your mind feeding and finding a mate. So now as the two boys hovered over you, Colby had a daring realization. If they fucked you hard enough, you’d be knocked out for at least a few hours. It was what he considered to be an hormone overload. Actually obtaining what you wanted so desperately would only overstimulate your fresh set of senses. The result would end the same if you participated in gluttony. Those few hours would give them time to get you away from society, as well as figure out what to do with a ravenous newborn.

Sam carried you over to your couch, kneeling down in front of you. He was careless with your clothes, ripping your sweatpants into shreds. “We don’t need to be gentle with you anymore, do we Colbs?” Sam purred. Colby was behind you in a flash, cupping your throat from behind. You tilted your head back to meet his intense gaze, Sam’s strong hands prying your legs apart. “I don’t think we do. But you can take it, right princess?” Colby hummed, smirking in satisfaction as you meekly verbalized agreement. Sam’s fangs were sharp as they sank into the fabric of your panties, ripping them off of you carelessly. Teasingly he kissed around your folds, purposefully making his breath hot against your now frozen skin.

His teasing was working, causing you to squirm as you tried to buck your hips upwards. Sam hooked your legs over his shoulders, indulging in the sweet heaven that was your cunt. You groaned as Colby’s fingers tightened, painfully grabbing the skin. “That feels good doesn’t it? Feels good when Sam plays with that pretty pussy of yours?” He asked mockingly. He couldn’t conceal his fangs as you moaned in response, unable to control his urges as he admired you. Sam lapped at your cunt, teasingly grazing his teeth against your clit as you grinded shamelessly against his face.

Your thighs were captivating as you squeezed his head, your strength far more comparable to theirs since your transition. Colby lowered down behind you, his breath hot against your ear. “You like that? You like watching Sam please you?” He asked. You could feel yourself melting under their touch, your fingers palming at Sam’s hair. Sam remained unfazed by his surroundings, engulfing himself in your folds. He sucked at your clit, your back arching off of the couch as you felt yourself on the edge of your first orgasm.

“Fuck- feels so good, fuck!”

Your sinful noises were louder than you intended them to be, your body shivering with pleasure as you came on Sam’s face. Your thirst for blood temporarily resumed, causing Sam and Colby to rearrange you quickly to keep you occupied. Your back fully hit the couch, Colby making himself comfortable in between your legs. He leaned over and grabbed your throat, causing you to meet his stern gaze. “You’ve been a bad girl. Disobeying Sammy. Now be a good whore and take your punishment,” He chuckled darkly. He guided you to tilt your head back, Sam’s hard cock hovering over your face. You flattened your tongue out across your bottom lip, inviting him to slide into your throat.

Sam was more eager than you had anticipated, quickly shoving his shaft down your throat. He groaned as you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him even harder. You gasped in surprise as Colby took no time to slide right in to your cunt, your walls eagerly accepting him. “Holy fuck, I can just slide right in. Filthy slut,” Colby grunted. He grabbed your legs, shoving them over his shoulders. You whined as they both bottomed out, your gagging ignored as Sam grabbed your throat with both of his hands. Instinctively your eyes fluttered shut, your jaw going slack as a warm feeling took over your body.

Colby pounded into you relentlessly, focused on fucking you as aggressively and animalistic as possible. Sam’s pace was the same, abusing your cunt. “I think she likes this. Being used like a whore,” Sam sneered. He leaned over and ripped apart your shirt, the fabric falling apart under his touch. Your bare breast bounced as Colby rammed into you, Sam seizing the opportunity to slap your breast harshly. It was then the couch gave out, the wooden supports shattering. It didn’t halt the boys at all, your couch now broken. You audibly whined, your head spinning as you took both of them. “Don’t start whining now little girl, you asked for this,” Colby snarled. He began to fuck into you deeper, abusing your cunt as he pleased. Your walls clung onto him, milking his cock as he fucked you like a wild animal.

Sam bit his bottom lip as he abused your throat, saliva messily trailing down your cheeks. You couldn’t control your moans, that were being mercilessly muffled by his shaft. The three of you were feral, becoming one unit as your final orgasm approached. You couldn’t warn them, not that you’d need to. They knew your body better than they knew each other. Colby grinned as he felt your walls squeeze him tighter. “Aweee is someone gonna cum already?” Colby asked mockingly. Sam licked his lips, feeling his own hips stutter. “Cum as you swallow my cum slut,” He barked, his warm seed flooding down your throat. You gagged as you struggled to swallow him whole, his cock remaining lodged. You attempted to swallow it all, Sam abruptly pulling out of you.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at Colby. “Dont swallow it all, let it trail down your tongue slut,” Sam growled. You tried to listen, spitting up his cum and sticking out your tongue. You managed to look up at Colby as he fucked you, his thrust no where near stopping as he stared down at you. “Good girl, such a good slut for us,” Colby purred. Sam’s fingers roughly gathered his cum mixed with your saliva, spreading it across your chest. “A filthy fuckin whore is what she is. I bet she’d cum if I told her to,” Sam said. You struggled to contain your noises, Sam’s fangs grazing your earlobe. “Let’s put that theory to the test, cum. Now,” Colby ordered, his voice full of venom. It was then darkness consumed you, your thighs trembling as you came on his cock.

\/

Transitioning from a newborn to normal vampire was chaotic. At first you were feral, Sam and Colby never having had so much sex in their lives. For the first decade the three of you hid in the woods, the boys having more than enough time to craft the perfect getaway cabin. It kept you concealed from society, which worked out perfectly as you were deemed missing under mysterious circumstances.

Truthfully as time passed you didn’t miss anything about your human life at all. Every second you spent awake with them was more than you could’ve ever asked for. Your reality was better than any dreams you could’ve possibly missed. You laid in between the boys as you usually did, the hammock swaying side to side. A nice summer breeze blew past you, your eyes fluttered shut in contentment as you laid on Colby’s chest. Sam’s fingers played carelessly with your hair, creating a deep sense of comfort. You may now have ridiculously sharp fangs, but your life was peaceful. And spending entirety with Sam and Colby? That’s all you could really ask for.

[darylsfavoritegirl]

HEYYYY IM HONESTLY SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT DO YOU THINK ABT THESE HEADCANONS bc i wanted to do smth like for a while i just never could come up with anything but its easy in a sense sooo here you gooou

SFW

• I don't think his mommy issues are necessarily sexual, sometimes you would do something that would invoke that "motherly" "safe" or "warm" feeling inside of him. He would never be able to understand what it was or would tell anyone about it. It'd be one of the reasons why he'd care for you as much as he did. You'd make him feel safe by saying something or embracing your arms around him in a certain way which would make him commemorate his mother, though because his mom died when he was young, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all bc he doesn't consciously remember those moments with her. This man fr would think you'd cast a spell on him :D

• I just know this man is a feminist in the core. Growing up, he'd always hear Merle running his mouth about women and how they were like this and they were like that, overall his ignorant, blunt, dumb thoughts about women. He would witness his dad going off on benders with different women each time and how he'd vulgarly talk about them later. And hell maybe he's disrespected women or been really cruel to them but he still regrets it to this time and yeah we all know this man suffers in redemption, always trying to make up for his past mistakes and wrongs. Yet I'm %100 sure he loves seeing women thrive, turning into their best selves or just witness them be real badass and it might even give him some kind of arousal 👀👀. He is into that shit. I said what I said.

• One of his love languages is definitely showing you the places he'd used to spend his time in. Could be a special spot in the woods, could be a small cabin he'd used to get lit with people. Hell it could be random corner in town whenever you'd have to be in downtown for various reasons. He wouldn't even mind if those places brought him bad memories or unpleasant ones. He'd just like being there with you, doing whole ass story times and watch you react them with a wide-eyed expression. He did have a weird and a "crazy" life before the fall that'd make him feel like he was on mushrooms everytime just thinking about it. He'd love letting you know more and more about his past. It would just give him a reassuring feeling deep down. He would feel like it would bound you two together.

• That.man.has.a.sweet.tooth. He loves anything that has sugar. He'd always snack on candies or cookies or chocolates after a hangover. Or when he'd be on drugs. Sugar wakes him the fuck up and he loves the energy boost. He'd carry some candies in his pocket back in the day, eating them throughout the day when he'd feel his blood sugar dropping.

• He is definitely a car-date type of guy. He got more into it after the apocalpyse started and he met you. Sometimes you'd go on runs and you could sit in the car for hours, smoking, eating, talking or yk👀👀 if supplies you found weren't an emergency need. He absolutely savored those moments. You could sit for hours without speaking, in a complete silence. He appreciates quietude.

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• I know him having a breeding kink is well known and acknowledged but he's insane about it that it hurts. He loves seeing you all squirmed and whiny underneath him with all his cum inside of you, some of it dripping down your thighs. You couldn't always find the right pills for unplanned pregnancy risk and it WOULD drive him crazy to not be able to it.

• He just loves to see you messy beneath him. Hair all tangled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your fingers digging so deep on his shoulders that you'd cause his broad shoulders to bleed sometimes, he loved it. Your eyes are all glossy with pleasure. You both would love to go wild and leave sloppy kisses on eachother's bodies and wouldn't mind them drying on your bodies at all, leaving it all sticky.

• He loves being submissive as much as he loves being dominant. You can't convince me otherwise. If you gained his trust, he will be all yours, all needy beneath you while you ride his soul out of his damn body. Again, he adores a badass woman, a woman to take the lead. You would place your hands on his chest and sometimes hold his strong large biceps and he wouldn't dare to move an inch. He liked being vulnerable like that.

• He is just so patient it physically throws you over the edge. He'd get so close making you cum and he'd stop, teasing you with his tip or fingers or sometimes his tongue. He'd smirk at you and even make fun of you in a taunting way to overstimulate you and don't worry he'd make up for it with better ways. He knows what he is doing. It's just come natural to him.

• It's safe to say you are the one who teases him in the public most of the time, your feet tracing his legs up until it stops on his bulge under the table and he'd give a stern stare, trying to shrug and look indifferent as others would notice his suddenly-changing demenour. However, there'd be boring Alexandria dinners that Deanna would host and if you sat next to eachother, he'd place his large hand on your thigh and even dare to slip a finger on the fabric of your panties, starting to rub his middle finger harshly in circles while having full ass conversations with people and try to hide his subtle smirk bearing his face. He would do it rarely yet he'd be so good at it because no one would suspect a thing, he'd always make it look like he was resting his arm on your lap. You'd squirm under his warm touch and heat waves would wash all over you while trying to look normal as ever. And believe me, after those nights, when you'd confront about him about what he did at a dinner with 20 people, he'd act as if he doesn't understand a thing you're saying or would say "Don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bout." while shrugging his shoulders and turning to his side with a wicked grin.

FOOTNOTE

well this actually took shorter than i thought idk why i believed it would take me couple of days to finish one lmao i deadass wrote this in like an hour max ???? anyway i wish there were more but idc i was so impatient to post one of theseeee :)))

[kaitawrites]

heey love ur works !!! was wondering if u could do a vampire male reader yk <:3 and logan who lets em feed off of him bc he's immortal and stuff :3 hope ur having a nice day !!!

AN: Thank you! I am so glad you like it. I hope it's ok. I start out with a headcanon. This is very much Logan in the X-Men trilogy. Where he has cat-like hair. He is just so cute with the hairstyle.

Characters: Logan Wolverine Howlett x Vampire!Male Reader Warnings: blood

You two met in the Canadian forest on a dark and gloomy night. Logan was wandering home after an eventful evening at the bar. He was stumbling over his feet when he heard the rustling of leaves.

"Who's there?" he grumbles as he scans his surroundings. A faint scent of ash and sandalwood swirls in the wind. His question goes unanswered as he continues to follow the smell, twirling around over and over again. 

"Well, Don't you smell delightful?" You stood in a black trench coat, white button-up, black leather pants, and similar boots. Logan immediately got his claws out.

He began to swing at you callously but was only met with laughter from you. "Aren't you a feisty thing?" Your continued taunts angers Logan even more. A frustrated growl escaped his lips. "Who are you?!" He yells out.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The moonlight shines directly on your face, revealing a teasing smirk.

"Aww, Come on, lo. You promised me." You were lying on Logan's couch. One leg swept over the other, amusement dancing in your eyes as you watched the damn near 150-year-old man grumble under his breath. Profanities that you were able to hear.

"I didn't promise shit." A sharp, toothy grin appears as you tilt your head. "Maybe you need me to refresh your memory." In an instant, you were behind him. Arms caging him against the kitchen count, forcing him to stare into your eyes. "A little birdy told me if I were to win a game of beer pong. I would have the honor of tasting their blood." You watch as Logan's face scrunchs up in slight disgust. But after knowing him for a few years, you could see the subtle fear and anticipation hidden.

"I didn't know you weren't a man of their word. Who knew you were a promise-breaker?" Logan's chest puffs up as he is quick to dismiss the claim. His pride is taking over. "I am a man of my word. I just didn't remember making a promise like that. But I think I remember now." You smile a little at his words. 'So now he remembers?" You cheekily thought. "So glad you remember. Shall we proceed?" Logan gives you a curt nod. You were on him in an instant. Cold fingers tracing his neck, causing Logan to shiver. You could practically hear Logan's heart thumping quicker at the close proximity.

"Just do it already," Logan grumbles under his breath. In that same instance, your teeth latch onto the skin of his neck. A silent grunt escapes Logan's lips. His hands find away on your shirt, a tight grip upon it. It took a while for you to let go of him. Once you did, Logan stared at you. A yearning feeling was seen in his eyes. A little bit of blood dripped down his neck. With no warning, you entered Logan's personal space once again to lick up the residue.

Logan was quick to push you away, his face becoming a little red. "That's enough." He growls. You give him a small smile, putting your hands up in a defensive manner. Logan didn't want to admit it, but he did enjoy it. Just a little bit. He was never ever going to tell you that.

[xplsn]

cw: virgin!bakugou x reader, oral, blowjob, riding, praise, a little bit of a hair pulling kink, breeding kink etc. // fem!male!gn reader friendly.

music: for those who like to read with some on! this is my personal fav, has channeled a lot of nsfw writing :)

fuck there's just something about virgin!bakugou x reader. like it's always him corrupting the reader but what if it was switched?

mf is so sensitive. like let's say first time making out and you're on his lap and positioned just right so when it gets heated you start subconsciously grinding back and forth on his cock. and groping each other and surprise he gets a boner.

he'll think about how he could feel your hotness through his pants and if you don't stop soon he's gonna cum in his pants like a little schoolboy.

he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and pull a quick yank because he was so embarrassed.

your first time seeing his cock is for sure an experience. solid 7 or 7.5 when hard. fucking rigid and vein-y and girthy and all the dirty words you can think of. dripping in pre-cum because his body has never had somebody elses touch on him like that.

imagine stroking his cock for the first time. a simple handjob would send him to outer space. everything you're doing is like magic to him. you listen to every single lewd moan he lets out.

he's fucking his cock into your hands (yes hands cause he's a big boy!) like a bitch. im telling you the first time you make him cum like that he has tears in his pretty little eyes from how good it was.

how about sucking him off for the first time? he has a hand over his eyes because he doesn't want you to see how they're going cross-eyed. his hand eventually falls off and goes to your head gripping it like his life depending on it as you sucked the life out of him. giving you the view to his entire face. his lips are bitten red and almost dripping blood because he doesn't want to let out any of the humiliating sounds that want to come out. but little grunts and whimpers come out any way. his curls sticking to his forhead from how sweaty he is.

he's trying to control himself so hard but poor baby is losing his mind in pleasure. his thighs are twitching and he's shaking as he nears his release. every gag and loud slurry gurgle is pushing him off. he wants to cum so bad but he doesn't want this to end. doesn't know how he has ever called something as good when he had never before had your hot wet mouth sucking him dry. the minute you take all of him, your nose brushing his blonde pubes, and look up at his eyes. tears in yours and his, making eye contact. he explodes.

eating you out for the first time? baby doesn't know anything. knows what a clitoris is but needs help finding it. i think everyone makes a mistake talking about how he'd be a sex god or some shit but he wouldn't just let anybody fuck around with him yk. so he's new to everything. he's watched a few pornos sure but it doesn't compare to the real deal.

cont. so he instead kitten licks around your sopping cunt so slowly. savouring every drop like it's his last. he doesn't even realize he's teasing you because he's trying to listen to your moans and whimpers. trying to figure out when they increase because he did something right. your hand is in his hair pulling him face first into your cunt, your thighs squishing around his head. and he can feel his cock throb in his pants. did he have a thing for suffocating on pussy? yes probably.

when he finally finds your sweet clit, he's ruthless in bringing you pleasure. he'll start off by sucking and licking but as you get closer he'll start biting and pulling on it. it'll take a while to make you come because it's his first time (give him some slack) but eventually as he eats you out more he learns and improves from them. now anytime he's horny or he's bored. he'll gobble you down like a pro. sometimes he'll do it just for fun. will make you sit on his face and make him unable to be breathe, slick and cum running down his throat. by the end he leaves your entire body shaking.

for the ones with a dick/or with a strap-on:: be kind on him!! he's never sucked dick before so he's just like 'what do i do' as he stares at it. sure he's seen you do it but with him it's different. he doesn't want to hurt you. so you'll have to gently coax him and teach him the right way to grip and take it in his mouth. forgot to mention for the ones with pussies but this also works for the boys, he's such a messy eater. he's drooling and choking on your cock. after the first few times he learns it well but he still likes it when you guide him with a hand in his hair. fuck him raw !! seriously. he likes it rough. likes the burn and likes the feeling of being used.

imagine teaching him how to finger you. he's kissing and sucking on your soft tights as he experiments with one finger and then two and eventually makes it to three calling you so many pretty names.

sure he'd degrade you when he's fucking you. calling you a "stupid fucking slut" but foreplays different. praise drips out of him like it's second nature which is so shocking to you the first time.

he tries to be quiet in the beginning of learning everything for the sake of any dignity left. but once he starts putting his tip into your tight hole it's a game over for him.

he's lost in another dimension. he's never felt this kind of pleasure before so his head shoots off his shoulders when he sees you fuck yourself on his cock because he kinda just froze and you were impatient to get him inside you.

let's say this is after he becomes a pro-hero. denki and the rest of the gang probably got laid way before him cause he was trying to focus on hero work rather than relationships because "they were a distraction". so the only sex talk he hears are all the details through their shared gc. or on random drunken weekends, with few coherent words.

so obviously he thought everything was bs until he put in an inch in you. sorry guys but he wouldn't last 2 minutes once he's all the way in. he get's better at controlling himself but the first few times he cums way before you do and is so embarrassed at being such a bad boyfriend. you have to assure him it's okay and only natural. so he makes you cum another way to finish you off.

oh did i mention his thing with hair? he loves having his hair pulled. be it be when he's fucking you and you need something to hold onto or when you're guiding him to eat you out. he loves it. it's a different kind of pleasure that makes him so into it.

extra's::

he's vanilla till he thinks he's mastered all the basics then he indulges in all the kinks his partners into. there's some things he knows he wont try but every thing else he wont not try at least once. you can use your imagination for this one!

call him a "good boy" or a "very good boy" and he will melt on the spot. he lives for praises like have you seen the man?

he wouldn't have a breeding kink until he's in his late 30s or 40s before that he was very conscious of his cum. would always wear a condom to protect against sti's and pregnancy but once he's slowing down from hero work and wanting to settle down is when he'll unleash the beast.

folds you in ways that he's never done before so he knows that he will be filling you up to the max.

anyways i got off the point to dilf bakugou lmao (that's another time if anyone wants me) but anyways you get the jizz.

send in any requests like thirsts, or a short imagine, hc's, blurbs, one shots etc etc please please pleaseee i'll try to respond as soon as i can !!

[gojonish]

one could only dream || ᵏᵃᵏᵘᶜʰᵒ

he told you he'd protect you. so why is he the one threatening your life right now?

pairing: kakucho hitto x fem!reader

context: szn three spoilers, angst (no comfort), character death, violence and guns, definitely some grammar/spelling mistakes

note: i quite literally forgot the name of this timeline but it was the timeline where kakucho kills takemichi and naoto yk yk

growing up, you and kakucho were inseparable.

ever since the day you met him at the convenience store, you knew he was going to be your other half. despite you being a big figure in toman and him being tenjiku's second in command, both of you still figured out a way to be together.

now that you two were older, your relationship had taken the next step. you officially moved in with him and left all the gang stuff behind, wanting to live a nice and quiet life.

kakucho still stayed in a gang, but you didn't mind it. he knew how to separate his work and personal life, which you were grateful for. you were also thankful he didn't bring up his best friend, izana, because you absolutely despised him. you still hadn't forgiven him for plotting emma's death.

but somehow you could forgive kakucho and you didn't know why.

maybe it was the way he kissed you so gently and held you so warmly. maybe it was the way he told you he loved you every single day. maybe it was the way he put your safety first, promising to protect you from anything and anyone.

so why was he pointing a gun at you right now?

you thought he cared about you- he loved you. he told you he'd protect you.

one could only dream.

two hours earlier

"when are you and your man going to get married? i swear, you guys are attached at the hip at this point."

you and your friend were currently hanging out at a cafe, the coffee in your hands still steaming hot.

you chuckled, "to be honest, i think he's hiding something from me."

your friend gasped, "no way! do you think he's hiding a ring?"

"maybe! i don't know! i don't wanna get my hopes up," you smiled thinking about how kakucho had been oddly suspicious lately.

"girl, trust me, that man is head over heels for you. what has he been doing that makes you so suspicious of him?"

you pursed your lips, "well, he's been a lot more nervous around me recently. i don't know why!"

"it's definitely cause he's scared to propose."

"kaku's always been nervous about things like that. it took him all his courage to ask me to be his girlfriend."

"okay, say he proposes tomorrow. are you ready for marriage?"

marriage?

you've been with kakucho for years. you know he could be an amazing husband, with his caring nature and loving aspects.

"yeah," you smiled, "i'd love for him to be my husband."

"it won't be long before kids start coming too."

you spit out the coffee you were drinking, "okay that's a little too far into the future!"

she laughed at your reaction, but you couldn't help but think of having a family with kakucho. him taking care of the kids and taking them to school. you could get used to a life like that.

one could only dream.

after coming back from the cafe, you entered your and kakucho's house.

you should've known something was wrong when you saw izana's shoes on the doorstep.

"kaku? i saw your car out, are you home?" your voice rang out through the house.

no answer.

you exhaled and called out kakucho's name again, but he still didn't answer. from the window, you saw small droplets of water drip down the clear glass.

"hm, it's raining."

looking away from the window, you glanced over at the living room to see if there was any evidence of him being there.

that was when you saw it.

your white couch, stained with something red. it wasn't a lot of blood, just a smidge of it.

something was wrong.

"kaku?" you called out as you ran upstairs, trying to find him.

that was when you heard a grunt coming from your master bedroom.

you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed open the door to see your boyfriend, bloodied and beaten up. izana was right next to him, smiling at the kakucho while whispering sayings to him.

"kaku?" you called out and ran to him, "oh my god, kaku what happened?"

ignoring the white-haired man beside you, you cupped kakucho's face and examined his injuries. "who did this to you? oh my gosh, you have bruises everywhere, what happened?"

you didn't notice that kakucho didn't give you a single glance when you came into the room. when he finally looked at you, his eyes were blank. it looked like the life had been sucked out of them.

you had no choice but to get answers from the male next to you, "kurokawa, what happened?"

the white-haired man just shrugged and smiled, "he seemed to forget what his priorities in life were. i had to reteach them to him."

"you did this to him?"

izana nodded, causing your hand to fly up and slap him across the face. you clenched your jaw, raising your hand to do it again when someone grabbed your wrist to stop you.

kakucho did.

"kaku, let go! he hurt you!" you wriggled in his grip, but he was too strong.

"stop, y/n, he's right. i have forgotten what's important in this world."

"baby, what are you talking about?"

he let go of your wrist and glared at you. there was a certain look in his eyes, a look you knew was dangerous.

you were scared.

"you," he started, "are a problem."

"don't problems need to be taken care of?"

"what?" was the only thing you could muster out.

"he met takemitchy the other day," izana said from behind you, "it was a real eye-opener for him."

kakucho spoke, "takemichi is an obstacle and only causes problems, so-"

"i killed him."

you stared at kakucho, tears starting to build up in your eyes, "k-kaku, i thought you said you didn't kill."

he ignored what you said, "you- you are causing problems because you are distracting. you distract me from izana's real goal. you distract me from izana. i am loyal to only izana."

it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that too.

you were panicking. this wasn't your kakucho. your kakucho wouldn't look at you like that. your kakucho wouldn't say these things.

"kaku-"

there's a gun. he pulled it out of his pocket. you didn't even notice he had one on him.

he's pointing it at you. his finger is on the trigger.

"did kurokawa say something to you? is that why you're like this?"

"i only told him what was right. it seemed like he was living some fairytale with you, so i told him to get rid of you," izana smiled, "kakucho, do it."

you saw kakucho's lips go into a fine line, then replied, "yes, izana."

you didn't feel it at first. you didn't know why but you just didn't. it wasn't until a few seconds later that you felt your breathing intensify and red liquid trickle onto your skin. you dropped to the ground, small and quick breaths escaping your mouth.

kakucho crouched near you, watching as the life slowly left you eyes.

"k-kaku," you mustered out, tears running down your face, "i loved you. i always l-loved you. how could you do this?"

he let out a heavy sigh, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"i w-wanted to marry you," you choked and saw your vision get blurry.

he sighed, "one could only dream, y/n."

he shut your eyes after seeing you breathe out your last breath and stood back up.

"one could only dream,” he repeated softly, not knowing if he was saying it to you or to himself this time.

[silkmoon777]

ATWOW | Neteyam Sully, pt. 3

"All I could wish for is to hold Neteyam like this without the heavy sombre air that threatens to consume me. For a moment of peace, where I can look up at him with a loving smile and see it returned."

Synopsis: You and the Sully siblings have been captured by enemy Avatars while sneaking away to explore the forbidden battle field. Just when all hope seems to fade, rescue comes in the rainy height of eclipse.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Ometikaya OC (Gi'anya, or Gi for short)

Contains: established OC POV, crude language, a little fluff, mentions and descriptions of death and blood, guns, Neteyam being a comforting sweetheart, reader's thoughts getting carried away at the worst time cause yk he's just so sexy, possibly not proofread well enough so sorry for bad grammar or spelling or tense (I keep zoning out and fucking up the tense mb)

Word count: 4,174

find the rest of the chapters in my masterlist here :)

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Rain softly pelts overhead leaves, dripping through the stratification of the Pandora forest. Large, fan-like leaves and flower petals bow towards the ground as droplets accumulate on the surface, launching back once the small pools roll off. Bioluminescent life lights up the surrounding forest in response to the eclipse’s darkness. Beside me, Tuk shivers. 

The five of us are being held in a line by the strange Avatars clad in human gear. Kiri and Spider are held by one man, Lo’ak held by the other, and Tuk and I are held by the woman. More stalk through the bush to create an impenetrable perimeter. The Colonel paces behind us, watching his surroundings with a gun drawn.

“Heads up, three minutes,” he murmurs. Radio static buzzes from his earpiece.

My heart sinks. Three minutes. We’re entirely out of luck. Although, a small part of me still hopes. It’s dark, the rain is light but still audible. The climate is practically tailored for the strategies of Na’vi offence. But, then again, three minutes is not long. Not long at all.

“Watch out six,” the Colonel murmurs to Kiri and Spider’s captor. He nods, ushering them to face the opposite direction.

Late birdsong, gentle rainfall, and the buzz of insects seeking shelter from the rain are almost deafening despite the soft melody. My mind is trained on the sounds, distinguishing what is actually an animal and what could be a damn miracle. Rain patter, chirping, buzzing… I listen and listen. I hope. I pray to Eywa that, if anything, the Sully’s will be safe—

My ears suddenly flutter, swivelling in a direction I cannot see. Distant yapping has caught my attention, so faint and high-pitched you would almost mistake it for the calls of the viperwolfs. Only, there’s a vibrato to it that is unmistakable. Tuk secretively glances my way. I raise and lower my brows in confirmation. Lo’ak turns to me. I return his knowing look. Three minutes.

The yip sounds again, this time louder, more piercing. The Avatars are scanning the bushes more intently now, trying to discern whether a creature stalks us, or the Sully’s have come to claim their children. Behind us, Kiri begins to chant beneath her breath, followed by a groan as an Avatar grips her queue harder, hissing for the chants to stop. She does not listen. Her voice grows louder.

The Avatar growls. “Shut. Up.”

They are his last words. I barely turn my head in time to catch a streak of wood and feathers cleaving through the rain. Obsidian lodges deep into his left temple. With a strangled cry, his body goes flailing, falling to the damp grass with a thud.

Orders are shouted between the Avatars as they shove us to the ground before rounding on the arrow's direction with guns drawn. There is no hesitation as they open fire into the night of the eclipse. The short explosions of light bursting from the barrels are enough the illuminate the trunk of a tree, where shards of bark go flying. Beneath gunfire, I hear Lo’ak’s name being called. Neytiri.

Lo’ak reaches for the tactical vest of his captor, ripping the key from a gas grenade. Green clouds burst into the air, and in the state of confusion, Lo’ak brandishes his canines and sinks them into the Avatar’s forearm. I nudge Tuk, who watches the struggle, with my foot, nodding when she looks my way. With a determined nod of her own, she does the same.

“Ah! You little—”

Beneath the cover of Tuk’s distraction, I manoeuvre my bound hands between my thighs and fish for a small, hidden knife, swiftly driving it beneath the hem of a tactical vest. He doubles over—a mistake on his part. I slam my shoulder into his approaching nose as I hook my foot behind his. The Avatar tumbles ungracefully towards the ground. In his attempt to clutch a bleeding stomach and broken nose, I launch myself onto the mass of muscle. It doesn’t take long to drive my blade into his neck, cutting clean through the mechanics of a throat mic. Beneath me lies the dying Avatar who gurgles and drowns in his own blood. I breathe hard, suddenly captivated by the sight in mortified realisation.

I have never killed before despite my adequate training. There has never been a need to. My life has not been void of death and gore, but at my own hands? Driven by the need to survive and protect Tuk, there was no second thought in my brutality. A part of me is satisfied at the wide-eyed look and weak clawing at my arms and legs which I easily brush away. …And then there is another part that is deeply sickened. Crimson blood coats my fingers. Small rubies of it have splattered across my chest and face from the rupture of his jugular.

I barely have time to process any of it before the deafening sounds of conflict come rushing back to me. The connection between my racing brain and reality is ignited as Lo’ak calls my name, pulling insistently at my arm

“Get up, Gi! Go!”

Lo’ak, Tuk and I stumble into the forest, wrists bound and bullets spraying at our feet. I barely catch a glimpse of Kiri and Spider escaping in the opposite direction. The group of Avatars are divided in their attempts to regain their valuable prisoners.

Faint glowing footsteps that fade in the moss are felt in our wake as we fly through outstretched branches and stray plant life. Deep shouts follow us. I hold Tuk’s hand in mine with a vice-like, white-knuckled grip, forcing her to reach a speed she can not achieve on her own. She pants and sobs. Lo’ak is a few steps ahead. Rain obscures my vision as we try to zigzag through the forest, but even though the Avatars are not familiar with this environment, they are not stupid. Losing them is beginning to seem impossible.

Suddenly, a searing hot pain shoots through my thigh. Every command my brain screams to run is left unheard as numbness takes over. Tuk’s hand slips from mine as I come crashing to my knees, the change in velocity driving me to the ground. Pained groans escape my lips as my hand flies to my thigh…which is drenched in blood. A bullet wound. Shit.

Somehow, in my state of agony and vulnerability, there is some luck; the bullet merely grazed my skin, but the wound is still deep and sizable. And it’s bleeding a dizzying amount. 

Tuk has come to a stop, swivelling on her heels to come crouching at her side. I shoo her away with wide, terrified eyes.

“Tuk, no—”

She ignores my attempt to push her away as she grabs my arms, trying to tug me to my feet. “Get up! Please, Gi!”

Lo’ak has turned back, remaining a few feet ahead as he hurridly waves at us to hurry, unaware and unable to see the blood streaming down my leg. “Quick!”

I struggle to my feet while trying to push her along. “Tuk go! For Eywa’s sake, run!”

But it’s too late.

A figure emerges from the foliage. I have my knife drawn in an instant, my hold awkward between two bound hands while simultaneously trying to hide Tuk with my body. The weight on my left leg with every step backward is nauseating—the fresh image of my first kill is no help. I hiss, all bared canines and wide eyes, trying to mask any weakness otherwise given away by my bloodied state.

“Put the knife down,” the male warns.

I growl.

“You’re not a Sully, but you have connections,” he continues with his gun raised. “You can either be helpful…or disposable.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He shrugs and aims the gun at my head with sharper precision. My entire body goes tense. There is no way to escape this, and with Tuk cowering behind me, all I can think of is to shield her body from the spray. Maybe she can play dead beneath my bullet-riddled corpse and wait out the onslaught while Lo’ak makes an escape. Maybe…

“Disposable it is,” he hisses. “I don’t need you. Just him.”

His finger cradles the trigger. I drop my knife, swivelling my body to take Tuk’s body against my chest, my back brandished and ready for the killing blow. Tuk cries in protest as I whisper for her to play dead. Her nails dig crescent moons into the flesh of my upper arms. Lo’ak begins to yell—

And the bullets never come.

With a bloodcurdling, muffled howl followed by the heavy thud of a dropping gun, the Avatar goes stumbling back. I turn slowly to witness a horrific scene. Wide, faraway eyes stare into the dark beyond as the male clutches at his throat, trying and failing with disappearing strength to dislodge an arrow wedged through his neck. The arrowhead has cleaved clean through, finding rest in the trunk of a tree inches behind. I clutch the back of Tuk’s head, holding her close to my chest between my bound arms. My figure obscures her view of the dying male, but there’s not much use trying to hide her from the brutality—she just watched what I would do for her only minutes ago.

Seconds pass where Tuk, Lo’ak and I are deathly still as the male slumps, suspended from a tree by the neck. Carefully, I rise. Gunfire and shouting sounds in the distance, echoed the whirring approach of human-piloted Samsons. In this small clearing, nobody stirs… until two more figures emerge. My weak hiss dies on my tongue once their faces register. Of course. Lo’ak’s bow was taken—who else would have killed him? I recognise the precise craftsmanship of the arrow’s narrow body and tufted tail instantly.

“Dad!” Tuk cries out, voice breaking as she takes off towards her father. He drops to one knee and takes her in an unbreaking embrace, followed by Lo’ak.

Overcome by relief, fatigue, and raging pain, my knees give out and I sink to the ground with ragged breaths. The adrenaline has worn off now. Nothing eases the searing pain in my thigh anymore.

A figure drops down in front of me. Large hands take hold of my face, forcing me to look at amber eyes wide with worry. Neteyam turns my face from side to side, surveying for any damage in the darkness. Tiny bioluminescent freckles glitter across his skin. All of a sudden, it’s not just pain rushing back from my lack of adrenaline, but an unexpected wave of emotions. Tears prick in the corners of my eyes as I stare back at him in disbelief. I was going to die for Tuk. If not for Neteyam, who has discarded his bow in the wet grass, I would already be dead.

“Neteyam…” My lower lip quivers, my voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. I speak his name as if he’s some sort of God who has graciously descended from the heavens.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, retracting his hands to take mine. He makes quick work of severing the bonds on my wrists. I don’t speak when he reaches forward to brush a stray tear from my cheek. His brow furrows. “You’re covered in blood.”

“Half of it isn’t mine. I…I killed…”

The sentence remains unfinished. My stomach turns as I speak, threatening to reject today’s meals at just the thought of what I did. The dead body only feet from us is no help.

Neteyam’s face softens from the hardened look of worry. “The first time is hard, I know.”

When a soft sob builds in my throat, Neteyam pulls me into a gentle embrace. The second my cheek presses against his chest everything comes spilling from me in an uncontrollable rush. I cry and cry within the comfort of his muscular arms, silently thankful for the calming air that always followed him, even in the midst of chaos. When a hand gently curves against the base of my skull, the floodgates open entirely, and I shamelessly cling to him. Everything is too much. The pain that seers through my thigh and numbs my brain, the slowly subsiding fear of death, the exhaustion of living a life dictated by the sky people. All I could wish for is to hold Neteyam like this without the heavy sombre air that threatens to consume me. For a moment of peace, where I can look up at him with a loving smile and see it returned.

“Thank you,” I blubber. Any coherence is lost. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Bursting through the clearing comes a familiar sight: Neytiri. I barely catch a glimpse of her and the faint sound of Kiri’s voice. Further relief settles in. The rest are safe. Though, when I hear Lo’ak ask where Spider is, my heart sinks. Kiri’s wailed reply is something I wish I didn’t hear. They took him.

Neteyam’s chin rests on top of my head as he lets out a deep sigh. His shoulders slump beneath my hands, only to stiffen once more as his gaze shifts. There’s a moment of stillness before he pushes away with a horrified, downcast look. My leg. Crimson streams trickle down my skin, staining the grass and absorbing into the moist soil. His teeth worry at his lower lip as his fingers test the skin. I wince as he presses on the surrounding flesh. His concerned curiosity is deterred by the muffled noise I make.

“Fuck, Gi,” he murmurs beneath his breath.

“Bullet wound,” I explain. “It’s just a graze.”

“But it’s still bleeding.” With a huffed sigh, he brushes a stray tear from my cheek. Never has his touch felt more like home. “Next time you find yourself in places you should not be, you tell me.”

“What makes you think I’m leaving home ever again,” I mutter. “In my defence, I didn’t know I was going to end up here, anyway.”

Neteyam purses his lips. “I’m going to kill Lo’ak.”

“It’s not his fault, Nete. Nobody knew this would happen.”

“Gi, you…” To my surprise, his voice cracks, and even more unlike him, his words come out in a near-incoherent ramble. “I just watched you shield my little sister. You were going to die for her, Gi, Jesus Christ you had a gun to your head.”

I shake my head slowly. “Lo’ak didn’t know—”

“I don’t care about what he knew,” he interrupts with a feverish wave of his hand. “I’m not even talking about him anymore. Fuck, if I had listened to Dad and stayed behind, I don’t know…”

I am at a loss for words, completely thrown by his inability to speak a sentence in his usual phlegmatic way. His gaze is everywhere and nowhere all at once, fazing between this reality and some nightmarish alternate one. Neteyam, even in the most stressful and demanding moments, somehow knows how to remain calm, and even if his mind is a hysterical mess, his outward appearance, nor his words, betray him. It’s an admirable talent of his, the ability to remain unreadable. But now that talent has disappeared. I am looked at, held, and spoken to like he’s just witnessed my brutal death cradling his younger sister, only to be ripped away and dumped in a timeline where his arrow struck true.

There’s no use questioning his erratic behaviour. I’m not sure he’s even aware of it. All I can do is stare back, overcome by the palpable worry.  Deep down, I’m a little flattered, but I shove away the thought, appalled by the audacity. Really, there is a time and a place, and neither of that is now.

The two of us are interrupted as a large, calloused hand falls on my shoulder, its owner shadowed by two peaking sets of golden eyes. Jake Sully gives me a gentle squeeze and a tight smile.

“You did good, kid,” he says. “You did good.”

He was watching as I threw myself over Tuk, I realise. With a huffed breath nothing short of a thankful sigh, Jake moves his hand to the back of my head, his other on Neteyam as he pulls the two of us into a fatherly embrace. Fatherly. You’d think I could not know what it meant to feel fatherly love, but if someone asked me what it meant, my answer would be simple: Jake. I look up to Jake, I heed his advice, both in life and in the matters of the mind. There was always a safe and welcoming aura to him, loving and caring, and as I find myself engulfed by it now, my lower lip quivers.

You don’t know what you’ve got till it's gone; I’ve always appreciated everything I have, grateful my life has amounted to anything on its rocky foundations. But it’s funny how you never realise how meaningless life would be without it until faced with death. Without Jake and Neytiri, I suppose I’d be lost in this world.

I try my hardest to bite down on the bubbling sobs and hiccups, but of course, the shake of my shoulders defies me. A comforting hand runs over the uninjured stretch of my right thigh. The four-fingered touch is a dead giveaway as to who it is.

“Alright,” Jake claps his son on the back. “Teyam, help her onto your Ikran. She’s losing a lot of blood, so sit her in front of you in case she starts to lose consciousness. Gi, I need you to stay strong just a little longer. Then everything will be alright.”

Wiping away the last of my tears, I nod.

Neteyam is extremely careful as he hauls me from the ground, throwing one of my arms over his shoulder while one hand slinks tightly around my waist. I hiss at the first step I take on my left foot, my knee buckling ever so slightly. Eywa, I feel like I’m going to vomit. I beg that the nausea is just in my head.

“How bad does it hurt?”

I purse my lips as I take another step. “Like hell.”

“Sorry,” he says with a wince. “I’ll try lifting you up just a little…”

I shake my head, but not in protest to the upward pressure he exerts around my waist. “It’s all right. Don’t say sorry like it's your fault.”

It’s his turn to shake his head. “If I was quicker—”

“I don’t want to hear the rest of that sentence.” He opens his mouth as if to defy me, but decides against it. “I owe you my life. That’s all that matters.”

He’s quiet for a moment, possibly considering if my rebuttals are worth the moping. The silence is echoed by each muffled whimper per step I take. Instead, when he finally speaks… “At least let me carry you.”

“Why—”

Too late. Ignoring my question and the protest to come, Neteyam drops his hand from the arm that I sling over his shoulders and bends down swiftly, arm sliding beneath my knees. One second, soft wet grass tickles the bottom of my feet, and the next, I feel nothing. All the pressure on my thigh is relieved. He’s so precise that our stride is barely broken. 

“You’re going to get blood all over you.”

“I’ve had worse,” he counters.

I tsk, replying airily, “If you say so…”

Neteyam keeps his eyes on his father, who leads the way to the Ikran’s resting place, but as I look up at his face, I swear there’s the ghost of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Strength to Neteyam is like crops at the height of harvesting season to a farmer; they go hand in hand, a reward of hard work that reaps many benefits, praise sometimes one of them. Humble in nature, Neteyam is not defined by cockiness and vanity like some of his warrior peers, though it’s definitely there if you know where to look. Now, I wonder if he finds some guilty pleasure in the little effort it takes to cradle my body against his broader, muscular stature. 

I myself definitely find a thrill in it. A stupid thrill that could not be coming at a worse time.

“Oh, Mighty Warrior,” I tease. While I intend it sarcastically to lighten the austere air, it somehow comes out…sultry. “How virtuous of you to help this damsel in distress.”

I don’t miss the way his ears flutter, contrasting the accusing stare he gives me. “You want to walk?”

I pat his shoulder. “Here’s fine, thanks for asking.”

He rolls his eyes with a toothy smile. “Charming, aren’t you?”

With great care, Neteyam helps me up onto the bony spine of his Ikran, who looks back to survey me with an inquisitive squawk. I stroke her back once seated. Knowing I’ve found a steady spot, Neteyam follows, straddling the beast so that he settles right behind me. I had expected him to give me some room out of respect. We haven’t flown together since the early days of our endeavours—most of those joined rides were spent on Nala, my beastly Ikran, as he was so fascinated by it. Smaller bodies give more room, and then, we were comfortably seated apart. Now is an entirely different story. Neteyam shimmies his hips forward so that the curve of my spin fits flush against his chest. As he moves around me to link his queue with the creature, I notice with great dismay that I can feel everything. Most of that dismay is in response to the perverse enjoyment I get out of it.  Maybe I should get hurt with no way home more often. 

I blink hard for a few seconds, as if closing my eyes could shoo away the appalling thought like a cobweb in the wind. Eywa, get a grip.

One of his large hands takes a tight grip on the Ikran’s antenna while he slides his free arm around my midriff. Lean muscles flex against my skin as he pulls me impossibly closer. Against my will, the position I’m in sparks up questionable, almost pornographic imagery, so vivid I’m afraid he knows what I’m thinking. Thankfully he can’t see the ashamed flush of my checks.

“I don’t mean to invade your space,” he apologises as if sensing some discomfort. His voice is low and erotically husky, warm breath caressing the inner shells of my ear. Skin to skin, I can feel the way his heart beats against my back. It’s fast. Sangely fast. From the freshness of the fight, I tell myself, not allowing any hope. “But it would be nice if you didn’t fall to your death.”

“I promise I won’t pass out and inconvenience the flight home,” I say. Truthfully, I don’t believe it will happen. My focus is more on the sick feeling that brews in my stomach.

“I don’t know how good of a promise that is. I was just watching you rolling your head around. You look like you fought sleep for a week straight and now it's catching up.”

“I look like that naturally,” I mumble.

“Lies. You usually look more alive.”

The ride home is a foggy haze. All that really registers is the consistent envelopment of Neteyam’s arm around my body, his hand resting lightly on my hip. He tightens his grip and pulls me into his chest any time he thinks I’m leaning too far to the side. None of it is because of fading consciousness. …Well, maybe once or twice I do lose my balance. The onslaught of sickness from the man I slaughtered mixed with the raging pain in my thigh is overwhelming. Too overwhelming. All that keeps my sanity anchored is the feel of my childhood friend cozied up against my back.

If anything, Neteyam overreacts. I could sneeze and he’d think I was having a seizure. Each time I assure him everything is fine, and each time, he makes me swear I’m not putting on a brave face. And each time, I get a shiver as he leans down to remind me to stay awake. Beaded braids fall over my collarbone, his chin ghosting the space between my neck and shoulder. I’m incredibly relieved to escape the cradle of his body, swapping it for an arm around my waist to ease my limp towards the Tsahìk’s tent.

Mo’at tsks at the sight of me, and despite the harshness of her scolding, there is an overarching worry in the deep lines of her face. I’m left alone with her for a little while, the storytelling my job as Jake and Neytiri speak urgently in their tent, their children too curious not to eavesdrop. Kiri and Neteyam return as Mo’at gently wraps the plush of my thigh in soft bandages supplied by the humans. There’s an indescribable look on their faces and their shared glances are strangely unsettling, but I decide to leave the questions unsaid.

•

And that's all I have in me to write rn, it's so late and I'm stressing about my exams this week and going crazy cause my stupid ex keeps liking my tik tok thirst traps which is NOT ALOUD!! Pray for me pookies 😘😘 now look at this mf hes so fit

[the-kr8tor]

A KOOKABURRA....YK THE BIRDS? they gon bite yo tiddies stay away /j Daily Hobie HC! Week three, day five. Hobie's eyes pierce into your soul angrily as the trigger of the gun is cold and enticing against his finger. He holds it at you, his brows furrowing with hatred, blood dripping down the side of his face. The fight against you had been gruesome and heavy, and now, you both end up here in the standoff. The cold metal of the trigger against your hand is awfully enticing, a wide, toothy smile on your expression, cruel and hateful, throwing his own gaze right back at him. His gun was pointed perfectly at your head, and so was yours. The locked eye contact burned into both of your tainted souls, once pure and together, now turned against each other. His body tenses as you cackled with wide eyes, looking perfectly like a villain. What a shame. Someone he once loved, now the same person he stood against. Life was cruel, but you were worse. The next words coming out of your mouth was taunting and spiteful, daring him to shoot while your finger was firm on the trigger. Silence fell on the both of you, before Hobie opened his mouth to angrily retort. However, his words fell short as he accidentally choked on air, turning away from the camera and coughing. He noticed from the corner of his eye, the way you quickly broke character, unable to stop laughing, causing the others in the studio to begin giggling. Hobie swallowed thickly, appreciating your soft hand on his back, rubbing up and down to try and soothe the coughing. You leant your head against his upper arm, still giggling away. Once he managed to get the cough settled, he jabbed you playfully in the stomach, causing you to recoil. Hobie complimented your acting in a teasing tone, but you could tell by his eyes he was genuine. He had fully thought you went crazy for a moment, getting too into character, as you both usually did. The filmcrew called a break for now, with Hobie quickly grabbing your water bottle and taking a drink, smirking as you playfully hit his arm. You fondly roll your eyes towards him as he simply gives you the excuse of 'tastes better stolen.' Hobie watches as you go ask the director how long the break was, intent on possibly going to the small cafe around the corner to eat something. After a few minutes, he notices you coming back, immediately loosely wrapping his arms around you and bringing you close. He feels his heart melt as you peck his lips sweetly, the sound of food seeming more enticing than 'shooting' you earlier. You both begin to make your way to the small cafe around the corner, buying some pastries and iced chocolate as a treat. The fake blood dripping down the side of his face was gently wiped away by you before he took a bite of the croissant he got, making sure that he didn't eat it. Hobie leant into your touch, his eyes clearly full of love for you. He leans over the table, pressing a kiss to your forehead, however, you see past his sweetness, his fingers teasingly attempting to take a piece of your food. He chuckles and pulls away as he feels you lightly slap away his hands, returning back to his seat with feigned annoyance. After more chuckling, you two finally settle down in your own bubble of peace before break's over, savouring the pastries and drinks. -🐦‍⬛

NOOO NOT MY PRECIOUS GIRLS

Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️

YOOOOOO?!! They do be killin'

"life was cruel but you were worse" damnnnn

Oh the angst of it all----

I'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED, HOODWINKED I TELL YA

Actor! Hobie my beloved I haven't seen u in so long 😍

Lmaooo he choked on nothing 😂 i don't blame r for laughing i would've done the same

They're so sweet on each other 🥺

Oh hobie you can steal my food anytime 😉 but do not touch my mf croissant

R wiping the fake blood off him before it drips on his bread 🥺🥺 the makeup artists would be annoyed for disturbing the consistency of the makeup between takes tho lol

So cute 🥰 i can imagine the paparazzi photos of them eating pastries on the curb while they're still in makeup and costume

[weirdfishy]

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Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

tagged by @mashumaru !!! thanks lovely for the tag, i haven't had a minute of brain power to write lately, but i love being tagged in these!! (also, all my ao3 stuff is archive locked, so y'all've gotta be signed in to read them)

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Unknown Caller ID - Danny Phantom x DC Batfam

Surprisingly, Damian steps in front of him, arms crossed. “Batman, this is my Father. He arrived soon after receiving word of my capture. Please, refrain from arresting him.” Danny reels.

one of the favs (n istg i will make more but like. life.) bc it's crack Treated Seriously n i love this concept that Damian has just gone 'you're now my father' to Danny bc Danny is Worthy Of Dating Bruce

Second Most Kudos

Tim's Drake's introduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - DP x DC Batfam

Tim, currently standing on top of the Batmobile, in distant yet full view of the computer’s camera, shouts, “Not B! How the fuck do you deal with a ghost!??” Tim hops off the car and dashes towards the computer as Constantine just gives a weary sigh, dragging a hand down his face.

lil bit of crack treated seriously, allowing myself to be silly goofy

Third Most Comments

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - The Sandman, dreamling

It boils Hob’s blood, to see him like this—to not know how long his stranger has been here, in this hell of human greed. But you can be hurt…or captured. He’d heard the stories, the rumors of The Magus and the Devil in his basement. Hob didn’t know about devils, but he did know of those assumed to be yet never were, taking human form. Hob also knew of imprisoning others, and of being imprisoned.

legit one of my favorite prose stuff, even if i lost motivation (& my notes) for fleshing it out

Fourth Most Bookmarks

Discussion in Trust - Boku No Hero Academia

“We know that the second they know they can control you, you’ve lost,”—a pause—“but once you lose, you can learn. And I learned, Sensei, from fucking five, that “quirkless” was a societal loss I’d never stop learning from.”

my contribution to all might bashing, dadzawa, and like? analyst izuku. proud of it still, at the time i adored it but yk, my self standards raised so.

Fifth Most Words

C'est la vie - Criminal Minds, Emily Prentiss/Murder!Reader

Drip,  “Family is not blood.” You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, voice low and slow. sigh “But I would bleed and cry for family found blind- I would turn to & die. I would turn blade & kill.” You lick your lips, catching the edge of the cut, the sting causing you to shiver.  drip, “Apocalypse,” you finish, tilting your head back to face them, squeezing the trigger. die-

oh boy, this one is my second??? fic posted, and i fully intend to rewrite it, but it's been awhile, and it will continue being awhile

Least Words

To See the Sea Last - The Witcher OC

Stilled lungs bloated with a corrosive, burning salt, and yet felt no pain. The water line rose higher. Strands of gray danced in a thin crown as the ocean submerged the body of a man who had chosen to both live and die by the whims of the sea.

a flash fiction fill, it's a lil poetic death scene of one of my OCs, a pirate named Walerian. i actually adore this, even if it goes mostly unseen

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no pressure tags to: @oliveofvanders @fannafiction @spacedace @shire-bard & ofc anyone who would like to ! <3

[wolpatinga]

click below at your own risk (it's a cringey vent)

you know that feeling, when you try to have a one night stand or whatever because you're trying to put yourself back together and life's short and whaddya know they're actually into you somehow and maybe it wouldn't just be a one night stand, maybe, if things go well? so you go back to their place and things are great for like a half hour until your brain catches up with you. and you end up crying, "screams of passion turn to whimpered cries" your mind insists, referencing something that really doesn't belong here? you cry not in a fun way, but in a way that makes it really weird. and like they try to understand bc, yk, people have empathy or whatever? and it's fine, being comforted by a stranger, maybe sorta? like it doesn't really mean as much as it would coming from her and the shame weighs heavily on you that you killed the moment but you can pull yourself together, damnit? and once you stop crying for a bit they insist on going down on you to "cheer you up" but that just makes things worse because you've completely lost the mood and nothing's worse than you thinking that they're thinking you're manipulating them and you have to leave? and later they message you again asking if you're okay and if you need a shoulder to lean on but you can't bring yourself to message back, much less look them in the eye again? but you still dream about them and what they tried to do but you know it's not really a connection worth pursuing because if they saw you again they'd have you committed and you can't afford that, in time or money or dignity? or worse, they'd just look at you with those big brown eyes so full of pity and speak with that oh so gentle tone that you'd claw your throat out just to keep from saying the wrong thing? not because you need them, but because they're like the only person who cares irl at this point but you can't let them bear your weight alone? and then you think what if they're just down for the sad man they can fix, and if you were normal again, they'd leave? or, shit, what if it's just that they think there's no one else who'd settle for them and they've just got a killer libido that means they'd settle for a dumpster fire like yourself? and you know you couldn't handle that, that'd be the... the best case, because it means someone else is dehumanizing you, and not just yourself, but it's still an unacceptable outcome?

but in your heart of hearts you know that they're just... better than you deserve, and nothing, nothing, nothing you could do but offer yourself up as a piece of meat at their altar could earn you that baseline human affection, but you're too broken to do even that?

and you look around at your shithole of a room, at all the failed projects you've clung to in the place of anyone else, and you look at all the things that ever resonated with you, and all you find is the pit? all you find is that hole in the ground they pulled you out of, molded you into a vessel of all the shit they can't bear to see, and the awful sight of it causes you to retch, and retch, until you lie quaking on the bathroom floor coated in sweat and sick and the thoughts of... fucking... them? of fucking them, and the fucking Them? who even are they anyways? what have you become that a goddamned stranger who knew you for all of four hours shattered prince rupert, crystal edges digging into your skin? and you watch the blood drip from your chest and you see the glass in hand and god you wish your only problem was that "you drink a bit too much"?

and you still have to get up in the morning? so you clean up the wound as best you can because it's four am and you need to get at least an hour of sleep before you force yourself to try again to be normal? and how you know that other should be grateful that you left when you did, because this is too wretched to see? you know they would cry if they saw you like this? not cry like you did, but crying nonetheless?

do you know that feeling? do you know how it feels to suddenly gain an allergy to oranges? and you feel that old factoid surface again, that if your body is under enough stress, like running a marathon, you can suddenly gain an allergy, or whatever that man said? and you stare at your hands as the morning sun trickles in and you wonder if you've become allergic to your favorite fruit? a... forbidden fruit? do you know that feeling of considering anaphlaxis over nooses or guns or what have you? of letting them suffocate you in that sweetness one last time?

do you know that feeling?

haha, me neither

[yandereocs]

Yandere horror train: Villian bonnie - Body horrorish + mind breakin

Sensory depravation, the worst kind of torture. After an escape attempt Vil decides to break this little streak. Now all poor sweet darling can do is curl up on her lap, praying they’re being good.

Basically Bonnie took out darlings eyes, burnt their mouth shut, and would force darling near extremely loud sounds for hours so that they’re basically deaf now (Still can hear slightly tho since yk…bonnie ain’t that mean :3)

* I love how Villain literally took away every single one of her darling's senses but you still say she isn't that mean HAHA

* You're really real for that

* ALSO THIS IS SO COOL I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS

Yandere Villain taking away her darling's senses

* CW: Violence and threats against reader

'No, no, no! Please, stop it!'

Your thoughts were filled with desperate pleas as you felt your body being dragged against the floor. Your captor was many things, but she wasn't a mind reader. Which is unfortunate when you're trying to beg for mercy while your mouth had been welded shut.

You were bad. Did a bad thing. You tried to leave. Tried to leave HER. And she didn't take too kindly to that.

Villain is a brutal woman and you just wanted to get away from her. So you tried to escape when you thought she was asleep. Emphasis on thought. She had caught you before you could even get half your body out the window.

And now you're like this.

Eyes sewn shut and your mouth melted together. It hurt so, so much. The wounds were still fresh so your mind was foggy with pain and you could swear that you felt blood dripping into your eye sockets. You didn't even know where she was taking you but you were freaking out.

Your leg kicked out in a random direction and you heard something crash to the floor. Villain scoffed, her sharp nails digging into your arms.

"You're being incredibly difficult. This is all your fault."

She dropped you to the floor and your head hit the tile. Your head felt dizzy and you could barely process the hands gripping your ankles.

"Should I break your legs? Hm? Maybe chop them off so you can't leave or cause any problems?"

Her tone was sickeningly patronizing, like she was scolding a dog. You immediately shook your head as your throat made muffled whines and whimpers.

'No, please. I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please don't!'

Pleading for mercy in your head was pointless, you knew, but you did it anyway. There was silence and you could feel Villain's fingers graze against your legs slowly, her gloved hands moving up and down.

Then she began dragging you again, by the leg this time. You wiggled around onto your stomach, trying to grab at anything to make her unable to move you. Yeah, you did just silently promise that you wouldn't do it again, but overwhelming fear and pain makes it difficult to think straight.

You grab at anything. Furniture, door frames, the floor. But it doesn't help in the slightest and Villain gets more and more aggressive the more you grab onto things. Eventually she drops your leg and you immediately try to crawl away but bump into the wall. Villain chuckles.

"Where are you going? I'm not done with you."

Her hands grab your shoulders and she yanks you into a sitting position before she starts cramming your body into something. A box? A closet? You don't know. All you know is that it's small and your body is squished uncomfortably.

The door slams shut. Ah, so it is a closet.

Then there's silence.

You're nervous. Why are you here? What is she planning? Surely just locking you in a room isn't all she's going to do.

And then it started.

You covered your ears as a loud a heavy noise boomed throughout the closet. Your head was throbbing with the pain from your wounds and now from the ridiculously loud noise. It hurt.

It didn't take long for your ears to start ringing.

And then soon after that, you felt a thick, warm liquid drip down the sides of your face.

And then nothing.

Well, not nothing. You could faintly hear the thundering sounds, but it was like you were underwater. Deep, deep underwater.

You don't know how long you were in there but eventually the noise stopped and the door opened, causing your body to slump down to the ground.

You were shaking.

Everything hurt so much. Your ears were bleeding. Your eyelids were sewn shut but you could still feel your eyeballs moving behind the flesh and irritating the wounds. Your mouth felt numb and burned and you physically couldn't open them.

Hands grabbed you again and you were once again being dragged to God-knows-where. Tears were leaking down your cheeks past your closed eyelids and your throat was producing strangled and muffled cries.

You're scared.

And you're hurt.

And you just want this to stop.

You can hear Villain speaking but you can't make out the words. Everything just sounds so muffled and like you're in a thick fog. It's terrifying and you don't know whether she's threatening or giving you an order.

Soon enough you're dragged over a slightly raised doorframe and you know you've been taken to another room. But which one? You don't know if it's a simple bedroom or one of Villain's freaky torture champers. Your heart is pounding against your chest, the sound booming through your head.

Your worries are slightly eased when you're dragged up onto a bed. A very comfortable one that unmistakably belongs to Villain. The matress dips slightly as you feel Villain shuffle next to you and your body is shifted and adjusted to her liking, which ends your head up in her lap.

She's rubbing your back slowly and you can just barely make out the sounds of soft cooing. Is she...being nice? How terrifying. But there's nothing you can do. Even if there was, you wouldn't have dared to do it. You need to be good. Just be quiet and curled up in her lap like a good little doggy. Just do that, and she won't hurt you.

You're trembling and you know that she can feel it because she'll occasionally dig her sharp nails into your back. Her hand slides under your shirt and you shiver at the feeling of her gloved hand on your skin, gently gliding back and forth.

You're scared out of your mind, but it feels nice in a way. She's always so cruel and ruthless, so it's a little nice to just lay here and accept her soft touches. She isn't being too rough, if you ignore how she'll give harsh scratches on your back every so often. You just need to be good. Just shut off your brain and be still and let her touch you however she wants. Like a good little lapdog.

"You're so cute when you're helpless."

Her warm breath tickles your skin and you shiver. She's leaning so close to you that you could feel her lips brush against your ear. Despite how close she was, her voice still sounded like she was talking through a pillow.

You whimper softly and nod at her words, mindlessly agreeing. Your stomach churned at how pleased she seemed at your situation, but it was to be expected. This woman was a monster with no remorse. She had just ruined your life even more than she had before and she's just sitting there, rubbing and scratching your back like nothing happened.

It's sickening.

And there's absolutely nothing you can do to change it. Nothing at all. Not just because your basic senses has been taken away, but also because she'll teach you another lesson if you fail to escape. Which, if we're being honest, you will.

So you lay on her lap with a trembling body and heavy breathes. With your sewn eyes and your welded mouth and your useless ears.

You lay there, so quiet and good for her, just like she wants. The only source of 'comfort' you have being your thoughts, which isn't actually all that comforting considering it's all just 'please don't hurt me, I'm being good. So, so good.'

You're scared.

And you're hurt.

And you just want this to stop.

But it won't.

[savepc2023]

WAIT WAIT WAIT.

What would your PCs dress up as for Halloween? I have Halloween fever and I need to know! Especially cause there are limits to what you can wear as a costume!

OKOKOK IT TOOK ME A WHILE BUT I GOT IT

So if we're going by the costumes in game:

Angel would be wearing the monster hoodie and pulling the hood up before screaming at random people on the streets🗿 no one is scared 🗿maybe bc they do this every year🗿🗿🗿

Brynn would be wearing the maid dress😮‍💨 he'd wear the nurse costume if it wasn't as bright, he prefers pale and soft colors. Or just black and white lmao. He's more about getting more PPL horny than having fun himself. Gotta get that money.

Caelan would wear the classic gothic gown bc it's Caelan and they'll settle for nothing that doesn't look like they're in a formal gathering.

NOW IF IT WAS TOTALLY UP TO ME AND THERE WERE NO COSTUME LIMITS!

Angel would go as a literal angel bruh. There's fake wings(God knows where she got them from) a head piece, a flowy ass dress. She'd walk barefoot but that wouldn't be pleasant so they're wearing sandals. Got specks of gold on his face(it's literally glitter gel pen💀😭). Got flower bracelets and shit.

Brynn would be a bunny🗿😮‍💨. Yk those bunny suits🗿 yeah. Still all about getting customers than actually enjoying the costume himself but he does like it. Got fluffy ears and a fluffy tail. His ASS IS STICKING OUT

Caelan is a vampire. They're actually the first one i got an idea for bc it was just so easy💀😭 They don't do much, just put on fake fangs and some fake blood dripping from their mouth. Maybe splatter some of that fake blood onto their clothes(they're cringing the whole time bc they don't wanna buy a new outfit but they also don't like dirtying their clothes like that) Theyd ditch the glasses but they still have to work so they can't be blind for that. They smile a bit more on the job just so their teeth are visible. Gets more customers for some reason💀

[oathofkaslana]

ok ninglan + lover you shouldve come over thoughts under cut

Looking out the door I see the rain / Fall upon the funeral mourners / Parading in a wake of sad relations / As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young / To keep good love from going wrong / But tonight you're on my mind / So... you'll never know

young love going wrong partially bc of both of their problems with intimacy amongst larger life events like their careers and the secrecy they're bound to maintain!!

Broken down and hungry for your love / With no way to feed it / Where are you tonight? / Child, ya know how much I need it

yelan constantly going on missions + her vision story where ningguang seeks her out after yelan leaves the chasm as the sole survivor of her team and the first thing ningguang says is "you haven't been back to liyue harbor for a while."

Too young to hold on / And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away / When he feels like should be having his fun / Much too blind to see the damage he's done / Sometimes a man must awake to find that / Really he has no one

again, both of their affinities for masks and guises and the inherent secrecy of both their work and their relationship causing them to isolate themselves as a side effect. they're caught in that awkward stage of both devotion and fear of attachment and they can't avoid the pain they'll cause each other (not necessarily in a romantic way but yk)

So I'll wait for you, love / And I'll burn / Will I ever see your sweet return? / Oh, will I ever learn? / Oh-oh, lover, you should've come over / 'Cause it's not too late...

again, yelan's vision story, "you haven't been back to liyue harbor for a while. something must've happened. I can understand if you want to quit." + "we both made a mistake: we shouldn't have involved ordinary folk in what we do." and the "oh will i ever learn" line. both of them recognizing their own faults..

...It's never over / My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder / It's never over / All my riches for her smiles / When I've slept so soft against her

ningguang abt yelan! yelan being of value comparable to her money and liyue

It's never over / All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter / It's never over / She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

yelan abt ningguang! yelan's masochism and that line abt her training so much blood drips from her hand + water imagery.

Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late

okay this line repeats through the song so putting it at the end but pretty self explanatory. yeah they miss each other and there's still time for them. and ningguang seeking yelan out and giving her a chance to opt out to which yelan denies