#covered in blood you say? hm. you know who ELSE was covered in blood at the end?

[spending-life-pretending]

*emerging from the wreckage of ‘The Lusty May’ and ‘The Hot Trodd’ covered in blood, choking back tears* wow what a fun two chapters of lymond that was, huh

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

im begging you to make more shapeshifter!141 tormenting witch!reader pleek

since you said pleek :)

65 / 1.1k / part 2 of shapeshifter familiars!141 tormenting witch!reader

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You pour two warm cups of cloudy sloe ale—one for you and one for Price. You're the only one who feigns enough interest to sip it.

Price laces his hands together and leans forward. "I didn't come for blood."

None of them did, apparently. You curl your hands around your tin cup. He wasn't supposed to come at all. He visits when the moon is full. That was the deal. "I understand that."

Price’s gaze flicks to a bit of drying blood on your hand, and you feel his displeasure at the sight. "Then you also understand my irritation when I learn I've been kept in the dark."

"About what?"

"A number of disturbing reports from the townsfolk."

"Hm." Tension rolls through your muscles before you force them to soften. "I wasn't aware you spent time in the village. Do you visit often?"

Price doesn't like your coyness. His voice loses some of its politeness. "The villagers have become too savvy. They forge protective charms. They invoke holy names. They line the thresholds of their homes with salt and rue." He leans forward. "Now, how would they know to do that?"

You swallow delicately around the lump in your throat. "Old folk tales, I imagine."

"Folk tales?" He chuckles. "They're not paying protection money to cupboard sprites. Old tales don't teach them how to bless trees and cut the lumber into cradles."

"Then I wouldn't know. The villagers don't speak to me on principle."

"Then you have no knowledge of this? You’ve accepted no coin from them in exchange for your talents?”

"You know I'm banned from trading in the village market. The guards would take my head off the moment they caught me inside the walls."

“Maybe so. But there are other ways of propagating information, aren’t there?” Price leans back, arms crossed. “Rumors spread.”

You scoff to sound braver than you are. "They've puzzled out how to keep you away from their daughters. It has nothing to do with me."

Price's blue eyes flicker. "We’ve been quite careful with our food source. Gone out of our way to be discreet. They shouldn't suspect us of being in the area, let alone come up with protections against our kind."

You tilt your head in a stiff shrug. "Maybe Soap let one get away."

"Soap is brash. Not sloppy." Steel creeps into his voice. "He's more likely to bite his tongue off than spill our secrets."

You go to sip your ale again, but Price's fingers latch around your wrist as you raise it.

"Careful with that." His grip tightens as he forces your hand back down to the table. "You'll inebriate yourself if you're careless."

You slowly release the mug. After a long beat, he releases your wrist.

He doesn't say anything else, but you can't meet his eyes. The cold metal of his rings still burns against your skin.

He studies you in silence. The dry glint in his eye tells you he doesn't need to pry for what you're hiding from him. He knows already. But a deal is a deal, and you're under his protection. "Regardless of the reason, our feeding options are suddenly limited. If you insist on keeping my boys half-starved, we'll travel outside our territory to offset your stinginess."

"Fine. We’ll suspend our contract."

"Certainly not."

Your jaw sets. "A temporary suspension of our terms would serve all parties' needs well enough, would it not? You seek your fill elsewhere."

"I will seek it where my needs are most pressing."

"I don't have the means to leave my hut. I assure you I'll keep to myself until you get back."

Price smiles, and your heart sinks. "Another witch might. You?” He hums. “Besides, you know how they get when they're deprived."

You’re hyperaware of Ghost's shadow falling over you. His rough hands cover the back of your chair. It creaks in his grip. You squelch the instinct to cover your blind spot and, fisting one in your skirt under the table to steady your nerves, keep your back to him. You also ignore the gleam of two other sets of eyes behind Price, hovering in the pitch-blackness of your kitchen.

“That’s kind of you,” you say finally, “but there’s no need to be overprotective.”

Price stands. He pours the last sip of your ale out onto the soft dirt floor. You hadn’t even seen him pick it up. "We'll come for you tomorrow night, witch. You'll travel with us."

Your head spins. No, no, this isn't how it was supposed to go. You covered your tracks. You planned perfectly. He can't just uproot you—can't just kidnap you like this.

"No, I—" You stand before you realize it. All four shapeshifters turn back to glance at you. Price looms halfway out the front door. You steady yourself with a white-knuckled grip on the table. "I'm not leaving my home."

Price takes in the defiant look on your face and the tense, brittle set of your body. "No? Hmmm." He rubs his beard. "We're in a tight spot, then. Ghost, what do you think?"

The scars on Ghost's tight scowl gleam in the candlelight. "I think she owes us a meal, and we expect to eat. One way or the other."

Gaz scoffs. "There’s a proper solution."

Soap grins. "We could just take her, you know. Suspend the contract and make her come with us."  His eyes light up. "We could have a lot of fun on the road."

"Not if there's a fight," Gaz says, eyeing you. "She can make real trouble if she wants to."

"No' if she knows what's good for her."

"That's enough," Price says. He looks back at you. "Lads are in a mood. They've been feeding from the villages as a stop gap, and they're not nearly full. Their tempers are short, their stomachs are growling, and they have energy to burn. You understand?” His gaze steadies on your neck. “We'll be back tomorrow night. You'd better be ready to go or else ready to give them a full meal."

Soap’s grin sharpens. The implication is obvious. Payment is payment. If you don't give them what they want, they'll take it by other means.

They turn to go. Ghost is the last to step over your threshold. "Blood won't be enough," he says. Then he's off, a black dog bounding into the night.

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← part 1 / more Price / more Ghost / more Soap / more Gaz / masterlist

[otomiyaa]

Gi-hun's Weakness

Gi-hun & In-ho

A/N: Hiatus & queue over right before the end of the year and this is the first shite I'm throwing at y'all HELp.

Summary: Hwang In-ho finds out something interesting about Gi-hun during their bathroom break. (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, mention of blood, silly tickles

Word Count: 1.1K

The bathroom wasn't as messy as it was after the first game. Sure, the six legged pentathlon resulted in shock and terror equally to the first round, but it was dealt with differently.

Hwang In-ho noted the silence in the bathroom, apart from the sound of people peeing and mumbling. No more panicked cries like "what's going on?!", and no more people wailing that they were going to die.

There was less blood. Less panic.

Queueing to take a piss, In-ho listened to the soft mumbles and whispers that were heard instead.

"Jung-bae."

In-ho heard Seong Gi-hun's voice behind him.

"Yeah?" Jung-bae reacted.

They sounded so dry as if they were just meeting at the coffee machine in the office. In-ho rubbed his nose and sniffed to hide a chuckle.

"What do you think the next game would be?"

"Dunno. You?"

".....I'm not sure."

In-ho nodded slowly. Earlier, Gi-hun had been wrong to think the Dalgona game would be back like some boring repetitive cycle, how stupid could he be? Obviously he couldn't guess the next game either.

"You know what it should definitely not be?" Jung-bae asked.

In-ho was all ears.

"No idea? Something where we will all die?" was Gi-hun's unserious reply.

Jung-bae laughed sarcastically. "Haha, no. Something where you would die for sure. A tickle fight. "

In-ho raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, that's unfair," Gi-hun immediately hissed. They tried to keep their voices down, but In-ho could hear every word. It was also almost his turn to pee. He didn't want to go.

"It's like a children's game, right? And you're so ticklish. Your chances are very slim," Jung-bae whispered.

Gi-hun mumbled something that sounded more like gibberish or some sort of embarrassed cry, but before In-ho could enjoy more of the conversation it was their turn to pee, after which they had to go back.

The amused Front Man couldn't help but repeat this new information in his mind for no reason at all.

The next game... A tickle fight. He regretted this was not the case. But he glanced at Gi-hun who was walking just slightly before him. He reached out and took his collar, forcing the guy to stop walking while everyone else continued obliviously.

Gi-hun looked at him in surprise and confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked calmly. "Is there something on me?"

It was still kind of cute that he didn't even suspect Hwang In-ho at all. He should know better after knowing the previous #001 player. Then again, In-ho had to admit, that six legged pentathlon just now... Doing that together was pretty fun. He was glad Gi-hun was so oblivious.

"Your friend was just promoting your weakness in the bathroom. You think that's okay?" the Front Man asked, not even sure what he was getting at himself.

Gi-hun snorted. "Oh that. He was just joking."

In-ho looked from side to side for a quick moment. People were still passing by. Then without warning he jabbed Gi-hun in the side. A surprised cackle could be heard, and Gi-hun quickly covered his mouth.

"Shit! D-don't do that!" He lifted his knee - as if his first response was to knee In-ho in the balls? In-ho swiftly caught his leg under his knee and pressed his victim against the wall. Oh he was in for it now.

With his free hand he reached back for Gi-hun's side and clawed firmly this time. One would say that Hwang In-ho may have forgotten how it was possible to tickle a person, but gladly that wasn't the case.

"HAH! Hehehey you- don't you dahahare!"

Oh but In-ho dared. He felt a smirk tugging at his lips as he tickled Gi-hun, reducing him to a pile of silly yelps and giggles with ease.

"A joke, hm? I guess that joke was so funny it makes you laugh until you cry," In-ho said in a bit of a sinister tone.

"I ahaham not cryihing! Lehet go ohof mehe!" Gi-hun struggled fiercely against the wall. In-ho glanced over his shoulder. Looked like the last few people left the bathroom and they awkwardly refused to look their way. It probably looked more like In-ho and Gi-hun were caught in a violent one-on-one rather than the tickly mess it actually was, but still.

In-ho waited until they were around the corner and then shoved Gi-hun onto the ground, just because he could. There he proceeded to actually make work of this: to make sure he would actually cry, because why not.

His large hands dug into Gi-hun's ribs and made him screech, and In-ho found himself chuckling as well.

"To me it does sound like you're crying," he taunted.

"Quihihit it- nohoho! You- WAhhahah!" It felt so satisfying to watch him flop on the floor like a ticklish fish. Or something. In-ho noted every strange movement Gi-hun made. He absorbed every ridiculous shriek and cackle that echoed through the hallway, and for a moment he got a little carried away there.

It was just him, Gi-hun, and that insane weakness of his. Well, and the guard who stood awkwardly on the side with his gun, but who also knew with one look from In-ho that he was in no way allowed to interrupt.

And Gi-hun? Well, too ticklish, too naive, too silly to even wonder why the guard wouldn't break up this crazy tickle fight. If anyone could even call that a fight.

By the time In-ho granted him mercy, tears were in Gi-hun's eyes and he desperately gasped for air.

"Care to repeat: was it really a joke?" In-ho asked. Gi-hun gave a stiff shake of the head.

"W-wasn't."

His blush looked rather funny.

"So?"

"Got a weakness," Gi-hun admitted, probably noting In-ho's threatening hand that was still covering his ribs, ready to attack again if he wouldn't surrender.

"Which is...?" In-ho smirked and Gi-hun admitted defeat with a deep sigh.

"I'm ticklish."

His expression showed how much he hated to admit defeat, but In-ho also knew he had made perfectly clear that he wasn't going to leave it alone without the confession. He grinned, satisfied with that little win.

"Got it. That wasn't so hard, hm? So I'd tell that friend of yours to be careful announcing that weakness in a place like this," In-ho said as he finally got back on his feet and held out his hand to help Gi-hun up as well.

Still rather flustered, Gi-hun accepted quietly and nodded. "You're right."

In-ho had to hold back his own laughter. Poor man had to be so embarrassed!

"I promise I won't tell anyone," In-ho said.

"Well, thanks for that," Gi-hun replied, indeed sounding like he wished he could sink through the floor. Together they returned to the others, and while In-ho knew the next game wasn't going to be a tickle fight, he was kind of glad he still got to make use of that foolish weakness just by himself.

[krkiiz]

mastermind . luke castellan x reader

maybe the things that led luke to you were never accidental at all

luke castellan x f!reader . reader is the daughter of demeter . tooth rotting fluff , established relationship , nicknames

note : this is inspired by mother tay tay’s song “mastermind” (one of my fav songs in midnights frr) not edited! sorry for some mistakes. Hope you enjoy <3

The camp was never silent. Songs of birds echoed all across the painted skies, gallops of pegasus clapping through the fields, chatters of the half-bloods, sounds of clashing swords, shots of arrows. The camp was never silent.

Yet the two of you sat on the edge of a cliff, the camp’s background noises fully muted, too engrossed with each other’s presence as your hands interlaced as one.

From the top, you could see the overview of the camp. As the sun sets on the west, you get the best view of the skies painted in an orange hue, with hints of blue as the moon begins to rise.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” Eyes still on the canvas of clouds, you asked your boyfriend beside you.

“Of course I do, flower.” A small chuckle blew from his lips. “How could I ever forget.” The boy smiled, recalling his encounter with you a few months back.

You tore your gaze from the orange hues to the boy by your side, raising an eyebrow of amusement.

“No, literally. I tripped and got stuck on a vine, and you helped me. It was so embarrassing, I swear, sunshine.” You tilt your head back, erupting in laughter as your boyfriend covered his face that was now as red as strawberries that grew in the camp’s garden.

“That was hell of a first impression, though.” You pointed out. “What were you even doing in the woods alone, by the way?” You asked the boy, curiosity grew in your heart akin to sprouting apples on a tree.

“I don’t know, I guess I felt drawn.” He shrugged sheepishly.

“Drawn? To the forest?”

“To you, flower.” He winked and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Ew Luke, get away or I’ll push you off this cliff right now.”

Luke glowed as he dove into the epiphany of laughters and you joined soon after. “I’m just kidding.” He pinched your cheek softly triggering a frown from you.

“Do you remember the next time that we met?” You tore your gaze from your boyfriend, eyes now settling on the deep blue that was slowly taking over the horizon as the orange tinge melts in the west. The setting sun was truly a sight to behold. But to Luke, no creations of the gods or even titans could ever compare to the beauty of the demigod by his side

Not hearing an answer, you turned your head towards the curly haired boy, the view of his pupils dilating as your e/c hues melted into his own clear as daylight. “Love? Is everything alright?”

Luke now understood how Hades had fall for Persephone as he had found himself entranced by the beauty of another one of Demeter’s daughter before him. The light breeze flushed against your cheeks, how you would always look beautiful even when your hair becomes a mess after training. How your skin glowed in sunlight rivaling Apollo’s children themselves. To Luke, you are his epitome of beauty. Like a single rose that stood amidst thorn bushes. But he has to be careful. One prick is all it takes to let his heart bleed out in his hands.

“Hm? Oh yeah everything’s fine. Don’t worry, darling.” He shifted closer, his fingers grazing yours. “Anyways as you were asking, yes I remember our second meeting. And our meetings after that and after that.” He smiled, recalling the memories.

“We keep meeting up by accident after that first meeting.” He chuckled softly.

You hummed. “Don’t you think it’s weird though? How we keep meeting accidentally after that?” You tilt your head slightly.

“Maybe fate brought us together. Who knows?”

“Yes…” You trailed off. “Or maybe it’s something else.” You started playing with his fingers that was laced with yours, but your eyes remained on him as you observed the slightest shift in his visage.

“What are you saying, flower?”

“What if I told you that…none of it was ever accidental at all?”

Silence engulfed you in the shape of a cold, harsh breeze. The sun was long gone by now. From here, you could see the luminescent glow of Artemis’ vacant cabin, as well as the campfire that brew from the other campers.

Your heart ached at the gap between you as Luke as he slowly untangle your fingers. From outside, you look the same as ever, waiting patiently for his response. Inside however, your head was screaming in every corner, anxious thoughts clouding your thought bubbles as you think of every worst possible scenarios that might happen.

Great job! He probably think you’re a stalker now and wants to break up with you.

Break up? You didn’t want to break up with him! Of course not, you love him and he loves you! … Right?

The storm that was raining all over your thoughts were soon crushed by the slight upturn that formed on one of the corners of your boyfriend’s lip.

He noticed your slightly stiff stance, he took your departed hands once more, knowing it will ease your nerves. “I know, Yn.”

You always loved how your name rolled off his tongue. So effortlessly as it calls your given name with such love, such adoration. Yet it was his answer that got you off guard.

“Really?? You knew, after all this time?”

“You really think you can trick the son of the god of tricks?” He pointed out, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“This is so embarrassing.” You bury your blood-rushed cheeks into your palms and Luke smiled at the sight, admiring the red hue that settled on your ears and face.

“Hey don’t be! Truth be told, I only found out from the nymphs.” Your eyes lit up at his confession. Maybe your plan wasn’t that horrible after all. “Well I mean that only confirmed it. I had my suspicions about your little master plan after our third time of meeting accidentally.”

Your groan in your hands. “What did the nymphs tell you?”

“That you had a crush on me.” He paused looking at your tomato face. “And that you were too shy to make the first move.” He peeled your fingers from your cheeks, revealing the scarlet hues on your facial epidermis.

“It was impressive though, you little mastermind. It worked didn’t it?” He placed his palms on your cheeks, caressing it like a fragile vase.

You brought him closer, leaning your forehead against his as you brushes your lips on the tip of his nose. “Yeah. I guess it did.”

The demigod frowned as he missed the presence of your lips on his skin. He leant more forward, your noses grazed each other and he finally sealed the distance of your lips with a soft kiss.

The moon shone with a glow more ethereal than usual, the stars map out the skies like seas of glitter. You both dove head first into the epiphany of love. Lips press against another as nature becomes the witness of two demigods’ form of adoration.

©️ sirena | krkiiz 2023

[jyoongim]

Alastor loves his mother, he protected her from his father and went on a killing spree on all horrible men.

So it only makes sense that he falls in love with single mother reader yeah? Like she killed her husband to protect her child and they both ended up in hell? And Alastor just obsessing with mother reader and her child.

I haven’t written anything in a while so this might be a little wonky but i hope i did ok

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Alastor hated men that treated good women terribly.

Especially if there were children in the home.

He had lived with his mother, who put up with his father’s abuse for his sake.

Until Alastor had had enough of seeing the woman he loved abused by her husband.

Despite his mother's protests.

His mother always loved his father despite how he treated them.

Love works in mysterious ways Is what his mother use to say.

He didn’t understand what that meant…

Until he met you.

The pretty doll with a tot.

From the grapevine he learned that no one had seen a husband around or a band on your finger. 

He thought it was impossible; you were a catch!

Why was a sweet thing like you without a husband?

“Would you care to stay for dinner my dear?” Alastor asked as you got up ready to go home. You had came over to give him a fruit basket, a welcome gift as you were his neighbor.

You looked at the time surprised at how long you had stayed chatting.

”Oh Al i would hate to intrude and its past this one’s bedtime” you said gesturing to the child, who had fell asleep in your arms.

Alastor hummed. He had grown quite attached to you and the little one, he had hoped you would take his invitation and stay the night.

Soon. 

You gave him a soft smile and went home.

Alastor was the most eligible bachelor in town. All the ladies swooned after him, though he never cared for the attention, but it was different with you.

He went about his evening routine when the sound of shouting could be heard.

interesting.

From the window of his kitchen, he had a perfect view into your home.

A man was standing in your living room, hands moving animatedly.

He scowled. Ah that must be your estranged husband.

You had told Alastor a bit about the man you were married to and how much of a bastard he was.

You were frowning and standing between him and your child.

The man advanced and Alastor thought to go over but to his surprise you gestured for the child to go to their room and got in the man’s face.

The two of you exchanged words and the man raised his hand and hit you. You stumbled back, seemingly shock and looked at him with disbelief and something else.

You grabbed a nearby by lamp and smashed it against his head. The man went down and you jumped on top of him, slamming the lamp down over and over until you stood back up and there was blood on your clothes.

You covered your mouth, panic set in and you ran from the room.

Alastor’s lips turned into a smile and he made his way over.

He knocked at the door, basically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You opened the door, now cleaned “A-Al? What are you-”

He feigned concern “Heard a ruckus and came to make sure you and the tot were ok” You looked back into the house and then back at him.

”We-we’re ok” you whispered.

His brows quirked, head tilting “You sure Cher?”

You bit at your lip before opening the door to let him in.

Alastor’s eyes landed on the battered body of your husband and turned to you.

You were obviously distressed “Al he-he threatened me and then hit me and I didn’t know what else to do” you approached him,  almost pleading

”Please don’t report me. Pretend you saw nothing and keep. This between us”

Alastor approached the body. He nugded it with his shoe and smiled “Oh my dear I would never.  In fact, why not leave this mess to me hm? You look worn for wear ”

You nodded and sat on your couch and had a meltdown.

You just killed a man.

Your husband.

But you had no choice.

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“So you’re telling me that you been with Smiles ever since” Angel asked shocked.

You smiled “I mean it ain’t every day a man takes care of your dead body. I knew from that moment that he was the one for me”

After the death of your husband, you and Alastor started seeing each other more intimately. 

He had let you in on his true identity and the bond between the two of you had grown stronger.

He was an excellent father to your child. The little tot had even started calling him daddy.

But fate was cruel and after many years you died, ending up in Hell for the murder of your husband.

You had found Alastor and reunited, he led you to the hotel, where the two of you lived as a couple.

”She’s full of surprises I assure you” a radio-like voice said and you turned to see Alastor entering the lobby with your child in tow.

Yes. Full of surprises. 

For he would have killed the man himself if you didn’t.

it was only right that you were now his

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

PLEASE BE CAREFUL

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you realise how much you love George when he loses his ear Warnings: mention of blood

you looked at him carefully as he talked to his mum, telling her that he will be ok

you knew it was a dangerous task, and you begged to go with them, but he told you no. that he didn't want you to get hurt.

you had told him not to go multiple times, but he had said he had to, that he couldn't not do it.

"hey" he said, snapping you out of your thoughts

"hi" you mumbled

"I'll be ok. I promise" he smiled

"you can't promise something like that, George" you shook your head. you had talked to everyone else because you didn't want to say goodbye to him, because you didn't want to know that it might be the last goodbye

"yeah, but I wouldn't lie to my best friend" he raised his eyebrow, Best friend.

that's what you two were, best friends since your first year at Hogwarts.

"we have to go" Mad eye grumbled

"see you when I get back" he sighed, pulling you into a hug

"please be careful, George" you muttered, holding him tightly

he let go and smiled at you before leaving the burrow, going to private drive to Harry

"alright, how about we make some supper for when they return. hm?" Molly takes a deep breath, looking at you and Ginny who stood by the door

her hands were on her hips and she frowned

Ginny shrugged and went to help her mum, leaving you at the door, wishing you went with them

-

you put the tray in the oven and take off the mittens before you heard a crash outside the burrow

you, Molly and Ginny rushed outside and saw Hagrid and Harry, drenched.

"harry, Hagrid!" molly yelled out "what happened?"

"where are the others?" she asked

"is no one else back?" Harry raised his eyebrows

"they were onto us right from the start, Molly. we didn't stand a chance" Hagrid spoke disappointedly

"well, thank goodness you two are alright" Molly nodded

"the death eaters were waiting for us, it was an ambush" Hagrid informed you and Molly as Ginny went to harry

you went inside and talked to Molly as you heard rushing to the door.

you turned around as saw Lupin and Harry helping what looked like an unconscious George to the couch

"Georgie" you muttered out as you watched them lay him down on the couch

you rushed around the couch and went down to your knees in front of him. ignoring Lupin interrogate Harry

his eyes were closed and he looked tired

the whole side of his face was covered in blood as the red liquid ran down his neck. his hair was a mess and shoulder of his jacket was stained red.

you went to hold his hand but noticed it was covered in blood as well

"oh George" you whispered

you almost felt like crying, you couldn't imagine the pain he's going through, and you couldn't but imagine if it wasn't just his ear.

you didn't care about the blood and held his hand anyway.

what if you had lost him, not just his ear, but what if he hadn't returned and had died.

you were worried sick the entire time there were out and now that he had returned, you felt even more sick.

"you said you would be careful" you murmured, staring at his sleeping state

"it's not like I planned this" he replied quietly, his voice slightly breaking

you looked at his ear and almost threw up at the sight

"George, I told you to stay here, I sai-" you started

"I had to" he cut you off softly

you stroked his hair and shook your head, even though he couldn't see you

you leaned in kissed his forehead as you lightly sobbed

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you laid in your bed in the burrow, in Ginny's room.

Ginny slept heavily as you twisted and turned.

you had slept for like ten minutes before waking up from a bad dream.

a bad dream where George didn't just lose his ear, where Lupin had showed up to the burrow alone, breaking the news to Molly, to you and to Ginny.

you woke up in your own tears as you worried about George, what if he was still in pain? what if he was bleeding out through his bandage in his bed, what if you had imagined he came home and he actually did die.

you started panicking as you sat up.

you didn't want to lose him, he was one of the most important people in your life, and you loved him.

and this situation really made you realise that you didn't only love him as a friend, but more, that you wanted to hold his hand, that you wanted to kiss him and take care of him. it made you realise that you never wanted to leave his side again.

that it would kill you inside if he was to die.

you took the covers off yourself and got out of the bed.

you quietly walked out of the room and made your way to George's room.

you opened the door and crept inside, closing the door behind you

the light snores of the two twins filled your ears.

you walked up to George's bed and saw his sleeping with a frown, his ear bandaged up.

he was cleaned up after he had a long bath to ease his nerves and pain. his neck wasn't bloody and his clothes were clean and fresh.

you didn't want to be creepy, but you needed him in that moment, you craved to be near him, to know that he was still here

you lifted up the covers and slipped into his bed and cuddled up next to him.

he moved around and groaned

"love? what are doing? he asked you huskily

"making sure your ok" you muttered

"can you repeat that? I can't exactly hear through that ear anymore, love" he replied

you choked back a sob as you tried talking to him

you ended up just staring at him in the darkness, nuzzled in his warmth

"love?"

"I love you" you admitted "I know you don't love me too, but I didn't want to lose you and it could ki-"

"are you kidding? of course I love you, I can lose everything, but not you, oh merlin, I would rather die than lose you, that's why I didn't want you going" he confessed

"George, I didn't want you going, and look what happened" you motioned towards his ear

he pulled you closer to him and leaned his head away to not irritate his hole.

"it's only one ear, at least I can still hear your beautiful voice" he smiled lazily

"it's better than losing an eye, or an arm, or leg, or anything else" he shrugged

"yeah but you're still hurt. it still hurts, doesn't it?" you questioned

"it's numb, all I can hear out of it is a constant ringing sound, it took me ages to fall asleep because of it" he replied

"sorry" you apologised

"huh?"

"I said sorry" you repeated so he could hear

"it's ok, you make it better" he yawned

you stayed in silent for a moment before he whispered again

"do you still think I'm handsome?"

you laughed quietly at his words as you shook your head

"the most handsome guy I've ever met" you beamed

"more than Fred?" he raised his eye brows

"way more" you nodded

you felt him place a delicate kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes

"I love you, George" you sighed, hearing his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest

"hm" he hummed "I love you more, Love"

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[misserabella]

would u be able to write like another enemies to lovers ellie williams fic?? or like a part two to just pretend bc i loved that sm 🙌🙌

a/n; of course i will honey

jealousy, jealousy

ellie williams x fem! reader

enemies to lovers!

pt2!!

summary; ellie and you hated each other, until the bottle chooses you and she can’t take it anymore. the game has started, and she’ll leave the pieces for you to make the next move.

cw; mean! ellie (but like really mean), mean! reader, fighting, blood, knifes and weapons, alcohol, drinking, drug mentions and usage (weed), jealousy, possessiveness, public sexual actions (they don’t get caught), making out, choking, hair pulling, kissing, hickeys, fingering, cum eating, teasing, degradation and praise, edging (??)… +18 CONTENT, MINORS DON’T INTERACT OR I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN!

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

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you and ellie didn’t get along. she was rude, always bickering and punching the words out of your guts with her hurtful snaps.

you two couldn’t spend more than a minute together before you’d wish you could choke her with your own hands. she was infuriating.

but who could’ve thought that the day in which you’d need her would come? in which you would pull her close to never let go?

it was funny really, how a little game could change everything.

ellie’s little remarks, ellie rolling her eyes when you’d hunted a bigger deer than her, ellie making you trip on the snow and then laughing at you when you fell head first, snow covering your whole face…

she was a bitch, really. always picking at something. you hadn’t hit the bulls eye of the target while training shooting? she’d laugh and show you how good her aim could be.

“why don’t you do it with your eyes closed then, hm? since you’re so good at it.”

“that’s such a nice idea, then i won’t have to stare at your face anymore!” she smirked, before putting a hand over her eyes and aiming. you scoffed when she perfectly hit the heart.

“yeah sure, i can do that too if i peek through my fingers…” you said, and she laughed.

“are you sure about that?” she arched her eyebrows, nodding at your failed shots.

“fuck you.” you spat, and she smirked.

“you wish.” she whispered.

she would win at a drinking game in jesse’s party? you wouldn’t have the end of it.

“woah, careful princess, try not to fall for me.” she mocked you when she watched you slightly trip.

“call me princess one more time and i’ll fucking choke you.” you threatened and she smirked.

“kinky… i like it.” she winked, and you’d throw her your drink, making her emerald eyes widen as she dodged it the best she could, still getting some on her jeans.

“getting wet for me so easy, williams?” that would be your moment to mock her. and she’d scoff.

“at least i’m not the one dripping.”

and before you knew it, you’d be shivering on your way back home, fully drenched on alcohol. let’s say she ended up the same way.

your fights were so normal that your friends had started to ignore them.

“oh sure, as if i didn’t kick your ass this morning…” you rolled your eyes, taking a hit of your blunt.

“you really think you won? i slipped due to the snow.” she smirked, and you scoffed.

“sure, williams, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“you surely don’t. you have me getting nightmares about your face, waking up drenched in sweat.” she mocked you, and you rose your eyebrows.

“drenched in sweat, sure… you sure about that?” you teased her, taking a peek to her thighs and she hissed. “hey, i’m not the one dreaming about me. but who could blame you. the thing i wanna know is…, do you touch yourself thinking about me too?” her whole face turned red in anger—and maybe something else—, and jesse certainly had to get into it to try and calm the two of you down before you could throw hands at each other.

of course, sometimes that would be impossible to achieve —mostly while you were training combat with Maria—, and the two of you would end up returning home with a brown lip or new bruises.

“one word and i’ll kill you.” ellie would mutter as joel wouldn’t stop staring at her, a smirk on his lips.

“she really has a good right hook.” he’d say before disappearing, and ellie would groan.

but lately things had changed, and ellie had become meaner, rougher… her words were more hurtful, and she definitely was ignoring you more. she seemed on edge lately, jaw always gritted and hands fisted.

“move.” you stopped talking to jack when her voice came from your right. the cafeteria was busy, busting with people from town to get something to eat, and you were catching up with one of your friends, with who you’d grown really close the last couple of weeks.

your eyes found ellie’s and you frowned.

“i said fucking move.” she pushed you away, harshly to make her way in between the two of you, her trolley in between her hands. you were supposedly ‘in the way’ to her spot.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked her, anger in your voice.

“for starters, the mere fact that you’re still breathing.” you scoffed, and in a quick swift of your hand you took your knife, sending it flying across the room and towards her. she was quick enough to dodge it, and the silence filled the cafeteria when the knife harshly dug itself on the wood of the wall on her back.

she was always quick, but this time you had been quicker, and the cut on her cheek was the proof. one of her hands came up to it and swiped away the blood dribbling from it, staining her fingertips in crimson.

“do that again and i’ll fucking kill you.” she threatened.

“i’d like to see you try.” you said, and she was ready to jump, but joel was quick to get in the middle of it.

“ellie.” he said, and she looked at him, harshly dropping her food tray onto one of the tables to pass by him, completely ignoring him and towards the door. but of course, you received a hard bump on your shoulder before she disappeared.

tonight was no different.

the alcohol was bitter and burned her throat, and the blunt on her hand was dying off way too quickly for her taste. the music was loud, and jesse’s house was filled with people dancing and drinking.

it was summer, and jesse had promised a good party. who would say no on their right mind?

you couldn’t, either.

you were laughing, sharing a blunt with dina on the sofa in front of her, cheeks flushed in pink and hazy eyes. jesse was talking to her, but she wasn’t really paying attention, not anymore. he had been talking for 30 fucking minutes and she was done.

suddenly, somebody hummed and smirked. “why don’t we… play the bottle?” people groaned, other laughed and cheered.

ellie huffed. “what are we, fucking thirteen?”

it was a stupid game, so stupid that in less than five minutes a large group of people was sitting on the floor in a circle, a bottle sitting in the middle. and of course, dina had dragged you into it. jesse had done the same with ellie, even though he had feared that she would choke him in any moment. she almost did.

you were having fun, ‘cause the game was so stupid that it was actually funny, and dina was only making it funnier with how drunk and high she was.

the whole crowd let out screams of excitement and cheers when the bottle landed on you. you rolled your eyes when dina shook you, excited, even more when it landed on jack. he was laughing, amused. you two were shaking your heads, you were friends, you didn’t look at the other that way. but people were eager, trying to get what they wanted.

ellie’s blood was boiling. you were blushing. you were fucking blushing. blushing for that douchebag who probably wouldn’t know how to treat you good, how you deserved.

the next thing she did? she would blame it on the alcohol, and probably the weed.

the crowd fell silent as she suddenly stood up, and your eyes widened when she stomped towards you, taking your hand in a harsh grip that wasn’t enough to hurt you, but enough to make you stand up as she dragged you away from the group and out the house. the summer breeze hit you, and you stopped her tracks by freeing yourself from her grip.

“what the fuck?” you asked her, and she turned around to face you, her emerald eyes looked angry, and her jaw was clenched. “what’s wrong with you?!”

“what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you!” she screamed and you scoffed. “you were going to kiss that asshole!”

“i was not!” you yell back. “and even if i were, why would that matter!?”

“it matters. he probably doesn’t even know how to french kiss!”

“oh, and you do?!”

“yes! i do actually!”

“yeah, of course you do…” you scoffed, and she arched her eyebrows.

“what? need me to show you?” before you knew it, you had been cornered against the house’s wall, her breath hitting your face. a shiver went down your spine at her harsh tone. “tell me. would that shut you the fuck up?” she inquired, and you looked at her with hatred.

“try me.”

she looked at you, emerald eyes shining in the dark, and in a harsh tug of your shirt’s collar, she was smashing her lips against yours. you grunted in pain when she harshly pushed you against the wall, your hands finding her hair to tug, making her groan. one of her legs pushed in between your own and up, making you grind down on her, her right hand keeping you in place by surrounding your neck.

it was dizzying, the feeling of her lips, and her body heat, the roughness of her touch and her tongue pushing inside your mouth. she tasted like weed and alcohol, and you found yourself getting addicted to the mix.

you opened your mouth for her, leaned on her touch, pulled her closer. you moaned when one of her hands cupped your tit, harshly gripping it and pinching your nipples, which could be seen through your white tank top.

“fuck ellie…” you sighed, her lips now on your neck, sucking to leave marks that you were too gone to care about. you couldn’t understand. why she was kissing you. why you were kissing back. but did it really matter when it felt this good?

“what? you thought he would make you feel this way? that he’ll kiss you like i do? touch you like i do?” her thigh pushed up to your core, making your clit catch with the seam of your shorts. “you bitch. you’re supposed to be mine, you’re supposed to have nothing more but me in your mind.” she growled, and you gasped for air when she pulled from you so you could ground down on her thigh.

anyone could come out looking for you two and find ellie unbuttoning your pants, her hand slowly pushing into them and under your underwear. your back arched and your lips parted in a moan when her fingers dipped in your folds, she moaned as well when she felt just how wet you were, and just for her.

“teasing me about getting wet for you when you’re the one dripping under my fingers, hm?” she mocked you, and you gasped.

“fuck you.”

“i’m already at it.” she smirked, a whimper ripping your throat when her fingers found your clit, but you muffled it by biting down on your lip. “atta girl. nice and quiet. just how i like it.” you moaned, her voice sending shivers down your spine. “let me help with that.” she said, leaning in to kiss you. it was sloppy, and dirty. she kissed you as if you were hers to take, as if your cunt was hers to fuck. her fingers were thick stretching your pussy. she hummed. “so fucking tight.” you couldn’t stop moaning and letting out little pleased sounds that had her dripping on her underwear. “that feels good, hm? i bet it does. look at you, you’re dribbling baby.” she mocked you, her thumb cleaning the corner of your mouth and your spit. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she curled them, hitting your g spot. you wanted to scream. ‘cause it felt so fucking good you were melting. “that’s it. that’s the spot, huh? look at you. getting all dumb and fucked out on my fingers. been wanting to have you like this since the first fucking day, shit. been wanting to fuck the attitude of yours out of you for months.” you moaned.

“ellie, fuck, please…” you whimpered, eyes trickling with tears. you were so close it was almost embarrassing, how fast and easy she had pulled you to the edge, how fast your orgasm was approaching. she could feel it. feel the way your walls were tightening and your thighs had started to shake. she could see the way your breathing had become more ragged and you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“you gonna cum, pretty girl? gonna cum for me?” you nodded, whining, teetering the edge. “go ahead baby, soak my fingers.” and with that you were falling apart, gushing around her fingers just like she had asked, moaning her name and being muffled by her lips. you couldn’t follow the kiss, too drunk on the pleasure. she helped you rode it out, kissing you messily, pumping her finger in and out of your drooling cunt.

your knees wobbled, and she pulled out her fingers to suck them clean. you moaned at the sight, eyes glassy and rosy cheeks. she looked at you, and her heart stopped. ‘cause you looked like a fucking mess, but you looked so fucking hot that her pussy was aching for attention.

but she couldn’t. she wouldn’t. ‘cause she had to make a point. and now that she had, she just needed to wait.

you leaned in to kiss her, hand tugging on his auburn hair, but she pushed against it, making you whine and later gasp when her hand held your throat to keep you in place.

“ellie… please…” you begged, in need of more. in need of her.

and she smirked.

“you poor thing.” she mocked you, getting away from you. “if you so badly need to be fucked… jack is inside.” she spat, and before you could say anything, she was walking away, leaving you there on the porch of the house in the middle of the fucking night, with ringing ears and wobbly legs… and as much as you hated to admit it… aching for more.

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a/n; pt.2? 👀

ellie williams masterlist! <3

xxx

[curseofaphrodite]

hey babes, i saw you were looking for marauders requests and i’ve been obsessed with remus lately, so if you have time and inspiration, i’d like something about just in general what it’s like being with him in the fall, like does he lend you sweaters, do you go on dates, walks, does he make sure you scarf is secure before you go out because it’s windy, does he warm your fingers when they get cold,… just anything remus and fall vibes really :) thanks lovely !!

The Perfect Fall Boyfriend

Remus was an autumn boy. It was easy enough to guess, but it's only been a year since you befriended the marauders (you've to thank the fourth year exam scandal for that) and so, it's the first autumn you're actually spending with them.

Remus transformed to someone else the exact day the first red leaf fell. The sweaters, the hot cocoa that's constantly in his hands, the books - you know this has always been him, but in autumn it felt right.

Making these observations one by one made you realize you were a bit too oblivious to your own intentions. Someway or another, you had actually fallen for the brunette boy.

Unsurprisingly, James had been the first one to notice it. He always wear his heart on his sleeve, whether that's with friendships or simply chasing after Lily Evans, so to see someone obviously trying to cover up their own feelings hadn't went unnoticed.

He soon confronted you about it, and he was too upfront about it that you couldn't even bring up a proper lie.

He kept bugging you to ask out Remus, until one day, you did.

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"Uhm, Remus?" you called, knowing you had to be silent in the library. You would have preferred to be mute altogether, but James had been giving you the evil eye for a while now. You did promise him you'd ask out Remus today.

"What's up?" Remus didn't even look up. His eyebrows were scrunched while he was reading the Transfiguration book, and he assumed you might have some academic doubt of sort.

"It's not important but-"

"Oh, then hold that thought for two minutes, let me get this spell right." Remus didn't sound rude, just confused. You blinked and stayed silent per his wish, but not before throwing an ugly look at James.

"Hm hm hmmmm nope, can't figure it out. What were you going to say?"

"Well, you know how Slughorn's party is coming up?"

"Is it?" he still appeared distracted so James gestured for you to hurry it up.

"Yes, and remember how we both got the invites?"

"I got an invite?"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake." You pushed his book close and skid it across the table to James. "Can you listen to me for one second?"

"Oh right, sorry." Remus cleared his throat. "So you were saying...?"

As much as he got easily distracted, you got easily annoyed. You stood up angrily.

"Well I was asking you to come to the party with me, but it's clear you'd much rather ignore me altogether."

"Slughorn's party?" Remus The Oblivious looked unfazed. "Are we doing a prank there?"

James facepalmed in the distance.

"No-" you began, way too slowly, because Remus cut through again.

"Then why'd we go there?"

"Because I wanted to go with you!"

"But you never wanted to go either."

"You know what, it's okay. Forget I said anything." You picked up your books hurriedly, not meeting his eyes. "I've to go."

"Y/N?"

But you'd already left, making a mental note to put a hex on James's broom later.

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Rest assured you avoided Lupin the next few days and he quickly came to miss your absence. He asked around, and no one knew anything about it. No one except James, who quickly went on a speech about he'd never go on dates if he keeps his head buried in books. He did not get the correlation, but once it struck his oblivious brain, he froze.

Y/N L/N asked me on a date? - shock started creeping on his face.

And I didn't realize it?

More shock.

And I said NO?

Remus's face drained of blood. He ran away to find you, leaving James to rant to the wall.

That night, you were studying in the common room when a windswept-haired Remus approached you a bunch of lilies in his hands and an apologetic grin.

"I didn't get the Transfiguration spell right because you were sitting next to me." He said softly. "And I couldn't concentrate on anything else but you."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled in return.

He let out a breath of relief.

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It's been two days into your relationship and two weeks into fall, and so far, nothing could have been more perfect.

Everything Remus was a part of, so were you. The picture of autumn he made for himself suddenly felt very empty without you.

He was nervous on being a bad boyfriend, so he made sure he'd never even come to the 10 mile radius of it. He made you hot cocoa, he took you out to Hogsmeade, he lent you his sweaters, he put up study dates - he tried to earn your love as much as he tried in his schoolwork, but with more determination. It was adorable and concerning at the same time.

You had to give him a surprise of your own one day, when he walked into his empty dormitory and found a stack of new books, a love letter, some flowers, and a photo album of everything you did till now which included the marauders. They were all a part of you, so your story was incomplete without them.

Remus took that as a sign to relax, that you weren't going to be bored of him anytime soon. But he continued on with the fall dates, as if he's making each and every one count.

And he so did, because those autumn memories became a tradition over the years - right down to the aisle.

THE END

commissions | kofi

[solaiced]

sukuna, public.

solace: im tew lazy to make a good presentation because the fucking files corrupted. you get this.

sukuna has a huge problem. and it involves you, his wife. the queen of curses. the problem is insignificant to you, but he won't let it go until you accept.

"sukuna, my king. i cannot accept this request. it is not only innapropriate, but also disrespectful to the humans residing inside of the court. i must decline." you explain cordially to the king, keeping your eyes downcast. who knows what would happen if you stared him down. you may be his beloved wife, but that didn't put you above everyone else. even if he made sure that you seemed untouchable.

"you dare refuse your king?" sukuna crosses his four arms over each other, looming over you sinisterly. like imposing his dominance over you.

but you really didn't want to do this. it's like a public humiliation, and you didn't even do anything that bad to warrant this punishment.

"yes," you straighten your back, swallowing your courage. still, you keep your gaze low.

sukuna laughs. laughs in your face. like you were some sort of jester, "my dear wife. you can't refuse me. but, let's say you want to. why?" ah, you hated this. the interrogations. the mocking sympathy, just to crush all hopes in all four of his gigantic hands.

nevertheless, you answered truthfully, "because it feels like punishment. i don't want to tarnish my reputation." you dare a look at his face, finding he was already staring at you with blood-red irises.

"oh?" he chuckles, showing off his dangerously sharp teeth. "this isn't a punishment, darling," he taunts you with that nickname every day since you asked him to be more affectionate. "this is a showcasing of power, and you're the key to domination."

sukuna's rough hand, damaged due to years of fighting for this position, cups your cheek and forces your eyes up.

"don't fret, my love. they will definitely be too occupied trying to not look at your body and living than whispering rumors to each other."

you wonder why he said that.

“s’kuna…” you moan, legs spread over his strong thighs. your eyes roll to the back of your head, struggling to stay still your king’s grasp.

“hm? what is it?” sukuna hums in your ear, his deep voice raspy from lust. his warmth envelopes you from behind, chest against your shivering spine.

“p-please…” his mouth curls up, smiling cruelly at what he was doing to you.

“please what, my queen? you must set an example. when asking for something, you precise what you desire, don’t you?” he coos mockingly, tongue tracing your ear cartilage as his four eyes rove over the crowd. they kept their heads low and gaze down on the floor, per his order. if one didn’t obey, their head would be cut.

“please. please let me cum. let me cum, ‘kuna,” you scratch the two forearms around your waist, only cat scratches forming.

“let’s ask the humans you adore so much, then. do you think your queen deserves to cum?” he addresses the ‘intruders’, fangs poking out while he smiles. his smile, although deadly for others, was beautiful to you. you wished you could see it. but all you could do was hope the humans were benevolent enough to say yes.

“well?” sukuna presses the crowd, bouncing you on his thigh. you’re gritting your teeth and fighting the pleasure, sharp nails digging into the flesh of his forearms. he doesn’t budge, only dismantles a person’s head, eliciting a few screams among the people.

he tightens his grip on you, brings you closer and whispers in your ear, “ask them, my wife. ask the humans you’re so fond of, if you can cum.”

your eyes flutter open, zeroing on the crowd of servants with their heads bowed down, some even covered in their comrads' blood.

you don’t think you’re ready to beg humans to cum, even if you’re more benevolent than sukuna.

you shake your head, and sukuna hums in great pleasure, like he waited for that response. and he came prepared.

he thrust up, gathering your garments with your legs and wrapping a pair of arms around the backs of your thighs, lifting you slightly off his cock.

"suuuuu-kuuuu-aaah!" you scream, and you try to grip something, anything to stabilize yourself, only for your king to hold you close to his chest.

he tuts, "if you move, you'll fall. i don't want that, my love." and a hand discreetly makes its way to your sensitive bundle of nerves. the noises you let out were high pitched, squirming on sukuna’s lap in overstimulation. denied orgasms made you irritable.

“just let me cum!” you screech, wrangling your legs out of his grasp. sukuna is shocked, to say the least. he thought you’d give in, beg mere mortals for sexual pleasure (he’d, of course, kill them after the matters), to punish you of a crime you thought was meaningless. the crime? you smiled and hugged a fucking man. unacceptable. you were his and only his.

he took out his anger on your sweet, gooey cunt, the only part of you that didn’t betray him and annoy him. he was fed up, so he killed every one in the room in the blink of an eye, not even faltering in his pussy-massacre. sukuna pushed you to the ground, grasping your hair to lift your head and mutter mocking praises in your ear.

the blunt tip of his cock almost broke your cervix open from how hard he pounded in to you, pelvis smacking your buttchecks each time he did. he had you in a fucking prone bone position. this freak!

you tried to fight him, but his cock alone reshaped your insides to the point you didn’t even know where you started and he ended. you didn’t bothering moving, just moaning at what sukuna gave you and twitching occasionally.

“fucking bitch. you’re so fucking pathetic, huh? my little cumdump of a queen taking my cock so well. don’t cum yet.” he growled in your ear, voice raspier and deeper from the ‘activity’ you were both doing. you couldn’t help but get tighter around him, whining loudly to cum.

“you can’t cum. i just told you. do you not listen to your king anymore?” sukuna accuses with a snarl, smacking your backside punishingly. the sound reverberated throughout the room and for a single moment, you wondered if uraume would come in and investigate the noise. luckily, they didn’t, so your pussy was safe from someone else’s view. for now.

“answer me, queen,” he spits venomously, “or do you not listen to me for real?”

“i’m- i’m sorryyy!” you wail, manicured nails dragging on the ground in an attempt to steady yourself.

your king trembles above you, sighing in satisfaction as he jerked once, twice, and one last time to finally spill his semen inside of your greedy cunt. his other cock coated your lower back as he did so.

as much as you wanted to follow him, you couldn’t, so you just resorted to loud sobs, the overstimulation hitting you hard.

sukuna, ever the malevolent benevolent king, caresses your cheek and wipes the tears slipping out the corners of your eyes and whispers in your ear, “cum, now.”

and you did. and it felt so so so good you couldn’t contain the noises.

so good, in fact, that you were loud enough for uraume to come in and question the noises and see sukuna laying on you half clothed.

“am i interrupting, my lord and lady?” they politely avert their eyes as they spoke.

“leave. oh, wait. bring a wash cloth.” sukuna orders, using his body to cover yours up.

“yes, my lord.” they bow lowly and leave.

“well…” the king chuckles, his four eyes now on you.

“shut up. carry me.” you grumble and wrap your arms around his neck.

[brianwashere]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the spiderverse characters (Miguel, Hobbie, Noir) meeting and reacting to male spider reader who abnormal tall (like 7 foot kinda abnormal) and morally grey for instance will kill if it means that it could be beneficial rather than having the villain go to jail???

(Also who would end up falling for reader?)

FIRST ATSV REQ LETS GO

I made Miguel so submissive and breedable real lmfaooo. Also ignore how many HCs are in Noir’s, I’ve actually never written for him before lol. Oh and since it’s not extremely clear, Hobie’s is platonic

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony**

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, death, discussion of murder, stuff like that

~Miguel~

Color Miguel intimidated bcc oh my god

You’re taller than him. With his same morals. He’s fucking reeling

When you stand next to him he’ll cross his arms and puff out his chest

You’ll notice and be like “What’re you doing…?” And he’ll act all ignorant like “hm? What? No I’m not doing anything…”

Once he gets over your sheer largeness he’ll become more comfortable and relaxed around you

He falls HARD and QUICK

Even doing missions with you becomes difficult for him, the first time he got choked up or distracted he immediately stopped doing any missions with you

It was like whiplash for you because you were doing all these high risk missions with Miguel regularly then he suddenly drops you with no explanation

You corner him one day and demand to know why he’s acting so weird

You literally corner him…

Standing over him and all angry

He’s feeling 5 different conflicting emotions all at once

He tried to web away from you and without thinking about it you grab him by his neck and shove him back against the wall

He whimpered. WHIMPERED.

You immediately know what’s up and laugh at him some then tell him you feel the same

And that’s how Miguel O’Hara got a shredded gigantic boyfriend

~Noir~

When he first glanced at you he couldn’t help but stare a bit.

I mean. DAMN. What’re they feeding you?

He couldn’t help but say something

“They make them big in your universe?”

The joke surprised you bcc a Spider-Man dressed in all black and a sick hat and coat just teased you.

You laugh some and respond.

“And they make ‘em cute in yours?”

He chokes some.

You smirk at him and introduce yourself

He collects himself quickly and introduces himself too

When you find out he’s from an older timeline

You can’t help but flirt a bit more

“Oh so I should take you to dinner first?” You say with a grin.

You came on so heavy he stayed silent for a bit, just blinking at you

He avoids you for a bit, not because he doesn’t like you or is weirded out. He’s just trying to learn how to respond to your flirting in a way that isn’t staring owlishly

You two are on a mission together and long story short the villain didn’t need to go back to his universe to restore the timeline and was beyond the standard villain evil

while he was fleeing from you two he flung a child into the air and let them drop, expecting them to distract the both of you

“Noir!” You yelled

“On it.” He immediately responded and caught the kid, taking them to safety and comforting them

When you caught the villain you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Needless to say Noir came back to find you covered in blood and dangerously quiet.

It was a sight to see and not one he’ll forget.

“If you’re gunna give me the whole ‘killing makes you as bad as them’ lecture you can save it. I don’t regret it now and I wont regret it ever.” You said firmly, still not meeting his gaze

He just walked over to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Good. You shouldn’t.” Was all he said. The return to the spider society was silent

There was a silent agreement between the two of you not to discuss that mission with anyone else. That it was something too personal, somehow.

A few weeks later he asks you out

“Do you want to go out for egg creams sometime?” He asked

“What the hell is an egg cream.”

It’s like the olive theory but with egg creams

He loves your size and secretly loves it when you rest your arm on his head/shoulder.

~Hobie~

He laughs when he sees you

“You been drinking your milk, mate?” He chuckled

You rolled your eyes at him.

You talk with him when you next see hi ma few days later

He just sort of appears around you and you don’t question it once so ever

Someone asks why you two are always seen together in a rude tone and Hobie just throws an arm around your shoulder and says “see this lad right here, he’s my best friend. We actually sleep in the same bed—“

You scoff at him and push his arm off

You know he’s being sarcastic and just trying to get the person to fuck off but calling you his best friend made something in your heart flutter

Protectiveness? Loyalty? Endearment? Who the hell knew.

All you know is from then on you started seeking him out more

You sort of became a older brother figure to him

You started checking in on him semi regularly

But one time he stopped responding and you hadn’t seen him for over a week

Obviously, you got worried

You decided to go visit his universe to see if something happened

When you got there your eyes were immediately violently assaulted with flashing images and constantly changing scenery

It threw you off mid-swing and you crashed to the ground

You had to shut your eyes so you wouldn’t get nauseous

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder and squint up to see Hobie who looked confused and concerned

He helps you back to his place and basically tosses you down on his beat up couch then asks why you’re there

You just grumble something about him not responding and not seeing anyone for over a week

He flops down next to you and lays his legs on your lap

“Aw you big bloke, you were worried ‘bout me.” He says smirking

You shove his legs off and stand up

“Don’t get used to it” you say with a grin

[suzukiblu]

TimKon bellybulge but specifically with the use of Kon’s TTK, writer’s choice for who’s getting stuffed with the TTK dick under whose orders

welllll haven't gotten to belly-bulge territory YET, but apparently my attempt at writing a kink snippet has turned into me having a new WIP to torment me, haha, so here's the start of that!

“Hm,” Tim says idly from between Kon’s thighs, his eyes intent and assessing on his hole. Kon’s just trying not to either lose his concentration or psych himself out before they get anywhere. 

His TTK works on anything he's touching, is the thing, and he's always touching himself. There's nothing he's more familiar with than his own body. He could map out his own veins and nerves from memory. 

This is definitely not something he's done with it before, though. 

“You’re giving me a nice view,” Tim says conversationally, still not touching him. Still leaving him to do this himself. Kon bites his tongue as hard as he can without quite tasting blood and uses his TTK to spread his cheeks open a little farther as he tilts his hips up, because–because Tim thinks he’s giving him a nice view, so he can't do anything else but give him that view.

And he also uses his TTK to spread his hole open a little farther, too. 

Tim smiles.

He doesn't look up to meet Kon's eyes or even glance at his face, even though Kon's on his back and it'd be easy for him to do, and he still doesn't touch him. It makes Kon feel a little weird and a little gross, like Tim doesn't even care it's him here and he'd have just as good a time doing this with any random stranger. But “any random stranger” couldn't actually do what Kon's doing to himself right now, and also he just really, really doesn't want his face involved in something in his life for once. He doesn't want to be–recognized, for once. 

Obviously Tim recognizes him. Obviously Tim knows it's him. Tim would know him anywhere, especially when it's this obvious. 

But Kon just wants recognized by something that's just his, for once, and not something that was stolen from somebody else. His face isn't just his and neither is his voice or his body and neither are most of his powers, but his TTK–

That's his. Just his. He had it first. Nobody else had it before him. 

It's him Tim is recognizing when he sees it, and not anybody else. Him that Tim thinks of first. 

Kon maybe had a few less issues about his Xerox-copy of a face and body before he physically matured enough for the media to start one-to-one comparing them to Clark's when he was first starting out as Superman, but that is totally besides the point and not relevant and not something he's worrying about right–

They have different fingerprints, he reminds himself, curling his fingers into the sheets. They have–he knows they have different fingerprints. Clark told him that himself. 

A version of him, anyway. 

“Nice,” Tim says approvingly, and something in Kon’s chest . . . uncoils, a little, and lets him breathe a little easier. “You can take a little more for me, though, can't you?” 

Even if he couldn't, for Tim's approval, Kon would find a damn way. 

He doesn't actually answer with his voice, though, because it's not really his voice. What he does is push his TTK up his ass like somebody else would their fingers and work himself open, and burn alive over Tim's little hum of approval. 

He's never actually done this before, fingers or not; to himself or with anyone else, from either side of it. This is–this is a new thing. 

But it's Tim, so–so it'll be fine, Kon reminds himself, covering his face with an arm for just–just a moment. 

It's Tim. 

It's Tim, so it'll be fine. 

[pricegouge]

Soapprice ‘cest post

This dynamic would be chaos in the best of ways. Soap would be getting into this that and the other while John did nothing to curb it.

Maybe it’s soaps senior year of college and he decided he wanted to go out with a bang so he’s turned the prancing up to the max. The most recent incident (an explosion in the chemistry lab that sent white smoke billowing out and filling the hallways and classrooms causing everyone to evacuate. The fire dept and epa were called. The smell was going to linger for weeks.) got his stepdad, one john price called.

John shows up to the school and is all ‘what can you do? He’s a smart kid and sometimes genius comes out in disruptive ways.’ Finally agrees to talk to him just to get the headmaster to stop fuming.

The whole drive home is John telling him, ‘you should be old enough by now not to need constant supervision, but that was some explosion from what I heard walking in.’ and ‘they don’t know how to handle a kid that’s as smart as you, it’s why you have so much free time on your hands. But you disrupted everyone else’s lessons.’ And ‘you need to treat dangerous chemicals with the respect they are due. Oh they weren’t dangerous unless under specific circumstances? My kid is a fucking genius’

Just a good natured, laughing ‘don’t do this again’ and soap is eating. it. up.

The concurrent praise and censure sending all the blood rushing straight to his cock. He’s squirming in his seat as if he’s getting chewed out when really he’s so turned on that he might cum the next time they hit a speed bump.

John pulls into the drive and turns off the truck. He twists to look at soap with a raised eyebrow, “well? Anything to say for yourself?”

And soap breaks down with a ‘please can I suck your cock’ leaning over to try and fumble with John’s belt before he even gets an answer, drool puddling beneath his tongue.

john, who knows full well what praise does to the boy. it's not like soap's ever been covert, wearing those indecently tight gray sweats around so john can see each time his cock twitches and leaks if john so much as tells him he's done a good job cleaning the garage. honestly, he's never met mr. mactavish, but if he ever does, there are a few things he'd like to say to him.

just imagine how much john delights in seeing soap squirm, his hands fidgeting even as he tries to sit on them to hide it, fat thighs covering the worst of his twitchiness but doing nothing to block the blush rising up soap's throat from john's rapt attention. he knows he's got him when the clever little shit has no quips to fire back, just sits and lets the praise and the strange brand of chastisement wash over him. john can be nice when it suits him. can be sweet if it means this finicky little thing that keeps flitting in and out of his hold, too skittish to follow through on his promises, will finally sit still long enough to have a bite taken out of him.

all the better if he thinks it's all his doing, begging to get his mouth on john's cock like he'd ever be able to refuse the boy. look at him, being nice about that, too.

"of course you can, sweet boy. just need something to keep that clever mouth busy, hm? something to focus on so you don't cause too much trouble."

his mam would be so happy to see how far he's come.

[itwasaterribleidea]

HEADCANNONS THAT MAY HURT

Visit my other acc @voidcxltist bc this is only as a extra blog!

Tw for blood, explicit mention of some things and graphic scenes described, as well suicide mentions

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During the attack of Narinder to all of his silibings, he did serious injures, but, two three things,

1. I'm implying that their crowns were too tired to do the job they do in the original game (Leshy uses it as eye, Heket uses it as voice, Kallamar uses it as ears, Shamura uses it as part of their brain)

2. I'm also implying that the crowns couldn't do that job that day,

3. This is based to match on my AU's story plot, being slightly different to make it, angstier and darker

So, steel yourself.

What hurts the most is that;

- Leshy was basically a "godling", recently becoming a Bishop, and probably the most hurtful is that he never got to see if his silibings were more hurt than him, that until he saw it across the Crown, but for the days the crown rested, he was basically stumbling and tripping, with no one to help other than his 4 disciples (the witness & bosses of Darkwood)

- Heket's a frog / toad essentially, so she has gills, she can breathe with only sinking in a little water, but she was basically drowning in her blood, now being able to scream or plead for help, all being heard was a bubbling sound and gags and gaspy breaths (to rub salt only, she knew sign language, but no one else knew it, so she was basically doing senseless signs to them)

- Kallamar never heard the rest's screams, sobs and pleads, only seeing them talk, but nothing else, his heart pounding on his bleeding ears, everything quiet, but his body was loud. He most likely covered himself, trying to evade the horrid sight. Not even bothering on trying to reach to his silibings

- Shamura was the one who knew recipes and medicines, but with part of their brain gone with their skull, they couldn't remember them, leaving more pain and not meeting the expectatives of their poor younger silibings, mostly of Leshy, who baselessly clamed that they were being selfish for not helping anyone.

- Narinder was also hurt, realizing too late he'd done a mistake, seeing the blood filling his hands as he stared around, no one daring to look into his eyes. How coukd a young child do such atrocity? He fell deep into a hole, trying to unalive himself at the moment, but the crown, tired too, didn't let him. After that day, tension rised, but no one mentioned it openly until trapping him.

- While being trapped, the cat pleaded, screamed, sobbed and unconsciously swinged his claws to the air, trying to grasp at something.

"I know I was bad! Please! Don't leave me alone! I am your silibing! Sorry! Forgive me— Shamura, will you say something?!"

- Shamura didn't.

- While the punishment continued, Shamura felt more and more guilt despite them being the mastermind, so, they brought Aym and Baal to Narinder and spoke to them in the Purgatory, that until Narinder snapped at them, and tried to jump to attack them.

- Narinder tried several times to unalive himself with constant pleadings to the Red Crown, it didn't heard. After some time, Narinder's mind snaps and shatters into the twisted, "stronger" self: The One Who Waits, this name being taken from a phrase told to Narinder while Shamura left

"You'll always be waiting. Waiting a forgiveness no one will give you. Waiting for someone to hear you like I tried to do. Once you become the one who waits to a miracle to save you it's not fun, hm?"

- In fact, Aym and Baal pretended they didn't, but they heard Narinder sometimes sob and plead to what's somewhat of a hallucination of Shamura that he meant no harm, he was just too scared

[urds-lover]

✧ Yandere Lacus x reader ✧

You were a soldier in the JIDA but recently you got taken away by the vampires and now you are forced to stay with them and you have no way out of this because your squad members were killed by the four horsemen of John and a few vampires due to lack of training and early release into the army without proper training and gear.

It's been 2 months since that and you’ve adjusted to the vampire world, you're used to eating disgusting food, giving out blood whenever the vampires requested it but then again, you made two friends there.

They were the ones who took you away on command in the first place.

The first vampire had shoulder length black hair, ruby red eyes and dark circles underneath them.He was always tired. The second vampire however had violet shoulder length hair, same ruby red eyes but they always have a playful look on them and he was energetic.

The names are René and Lacus

No one knows but you and Lacus are in a relationship

You were on a walk with René as you had nothing else to do and he had to patrol the vampire city at night anyways so he could use some company.

You two were chit chatting while suddenly Lacus appeared from behind you and gave you a little spook

"Boo!"

Said Lacus in a playful tone

"AHH—"

You got cut off by Lacus covering your mouth and whispering into your ear

"Shush, what will people think if they hear you scream like this in the middle of the night? It'd also get three in trouble too ya know"

You finally calm down and Lacus lets go of you

"Geez, you can be a handful sometimes Lacus, why'd you have to scare her like that?"

Said René in a monotone voice

"Oh come on! Can't let our human relax now can we? We have to keep her on her tiptoes"

He said in a teasing voice as he pit his hand on my shoulder

"You know, calling me human feels as if I'm some kind of boring object with no use"

S/o said to Lacus

"Well it is true, you are usele-"

He gets cut off my s/o elbowing his ribs as René lets out a small giggle and I turn towards him

"Whaa, you finally giggled, you look so adorable while smiling, you should do it more often. I'm getting bored of seeing your straight face all day long"

René blushes and replies with

"Oh? Is that so? Why should I listen to you hm?"

"Cuz I'm your frien-"

"Can I borrow her for a second?"

Said Lacus from behind you and pulled you away into an alleyway after telling René to continue patrol and to not wait for them

"Why did you say he was adorable?"

He asked sternly

"Because he is?"

"You're not allowed to say that to any other men other than me"

"But why?"

"Because I asked you to, no, I ordered you to"

"Why are you even ordering me?"

"Because I own you"

"No you do not"

"Yes I do, tell me do you love me?"

"I do-"

"If you love me, you'll never do that again, do you understand?"

"Wait what-"

"Do you understand me sweetheart? Don't make me hurt you"

"Y-yes, I understand"

"That's good,now go back to my room and wait for me, I'll come to you and cuddle you to sleep after telling René you went to sleep cuz you felt sick, It's past your bedtime"

"Alright"

s/o slowly leaves the alleyway and Lacus makes his way to René

⊹ ✧ ˚ ୨୧˚ The End ˚ ୨୧˚ ✧ ⊹

[livingincolorsagain]

Sambucky is on my mind again!

I can only imagine with the metal arm and being a super soldier that Bucky is a pretty heavy guy. And Sam needs to be able to catch his dumbass when he jumps from tall buildings without a plan, so he starts weight lifting to be able to carry Bucky. But that means that he needs to be able to confidently lift like 250 lbs, so he ends up getting pretty muscular from it. Cue Bucky drooling when he sees how jacked Sam is getting without realizing it's all for him.

It’s not that Bucky missed it happening; that’s just not possible with how often he’s watching Sam.

It’s just, well. It’s a gradual change, so slow it’s easy to not notice it happening.

And it’s all the same, because Bucky’s definitely noticing it now.

Sam’s just back from his morning run, sweat running down his face and stinging his eyes, so he lifts up the loose cotton t-shirt he has on and wipes at his face as he greets Bucky breathlessly.

Bucky’s brain kind of, well, short-circuits, blood rushing out and heading south. His mouth is suddenly dry, ears ringing, and he’s frozen against the kitchen counter, his eyes unconsciously following Sam as he heads toward the fridge and grabs the orange juice, drinking right from the box because otherwise he would be too perfect to be human.

Bucky takes a scalding sip from his coffee cup, burns his tongue and slams the cup down, eyes a little blurry, images of Sam’s extraordinary toned stomach and deliciously muscular arms tauntingly flashing in his mind.

He looks back at Sam, who’s staring at him with a raised eyebrow. At least the t-shirt is covering his stomach again, small mercies. Less of a mercy is the way his shorts are hugging his thighs and ass when he turns to put the juice back in the fridge.

God, Bucky is going to walk into a wall and knock himself out, what the fuck.

“Hey, Buck,” Sam says, and he getting closer, actually looking kind of worried now. “You okay?”

Bucky almost swallows his tongue when Sam’s close enough, because he can smell him now, on top of everything else, and it’s edging on a little too much, even for a super-soldier like himself.

He takes a deep breath (big mistake), tries to say, “yeah, I’m okay,” and ends up saying, “when did you get so muscular?”

Sam blinks, opens his mouth, closes it, then blinks again for good measure.

Bucky’s face burns; he wants to step away from the situation but there’s nowhere to go without pushing Sam out of the way, so he stays where he is, the counter’s edge digging into his back when he leans back into it.

Suddenly, Sam takes a step back and looks down, face twisting like he’s embarrassed about something.

“Remember Colorado?”

Bucky frowns, nods, then says, “yeah,” because Sam’s still not looking at him.

“You jumped out the window—“

“I was thrown out the window.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to be anywhere close to that window at all.”

“It wasn’t my fault that I was thrown out the damn window!”

Sam takes in a frustrated breath. “Anyway, I had to… catch you and I… I almost dropped you, Bucky.”

Bucky frowns again. He doesn’t remember Sam almost dropping him. All he remembers was how one second he was free-falling and the next he had Sam’s arms around him, breaking his fall and carrying him to safety. He remembers how he just knew that Sam would catch him, how he didn’t doubt it for a second.

“Sam?” he asks, because he’s not sure how this has anything to do with Sam’s incredibly fantastic muscles.

Sam sighs. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kinda heavy, especially when I’m trying to catch you midair. So, I, uh. I started working out more, lifting more.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. His knees are a little weak, but that’s no one’s business.

Sam’s working out and lifting more so he could carry/catch Bucky. Bucky’s brain is about to melt right out his ears.

“That’s, hm,” he tries to say anything, because Sam is getting more embarrassed, starting to fidget.

“Look, I know—”

“Really hot.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sighs, pushes aways from the counter and wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, pulls him close.

Sam’s breath hitches. “Oh,” he repeats, and he blinks slowly up at Bucky, his eyes getting steadily darker.

“You,” Bucky says, even as his heart races, because god, Sam’s into this, too, “are going to be the death of me.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something about that, but Bucky just leans in and swallows the words right off his tongue.

They can talk later.

Now, though, Bucky is going to kiss every single one of Sam’s muscles.

read on ao3

[a-couple-of-bees]

(MAJOR NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE SPOILERS)

Hello!! To those who have watched the show already, I hope you understand when I say The Lords in Black's song has been stuck in my head since… but I’m desperately trying to work out the lyrics.

(Edit; me and another fan have figured out what I was missing! These may not be 100% but here are the completed lyrics)

So far I have:

Out of the depths of hell and back, us spawn of the black and white

Cover our souls with robes of black and take up the arms of night.

Nibbly wants his sacrifice, and Wiggly wants his wrath

We dance around the pentagram and take all our kingdoms back.

Babble the spell that gets it done, babble it on command

Won’t stop until all the blood is drawn, the lords in Black demand…

You summon us once, you summon us twice, you gamble it on the roll of the dice.

The devil has won, It can’t be undone, the book has all but closed on your life.

(BLINKY: We’ve been watching you Gracie…Someone’s been a little naughty

TINKY: (laughter) Oh boy! A Spankoffski! I can have the whole set in my toybox.

NIBBLY: Stephanie yum yum.

STEPHANIE: Are you the Lords in Black?)

Out of the depths of hell and back, we travel very far

Cover our souls with robes of black , the lords in black we are.

(WIGGLY: Don’t be so formal Stephanie, we’re all pally wals here. I mean look at us, we even hold court in your own tongue and form. Go Nighthawks!

All Laugh

POKEY: Our true forms would melt your minds

WIGGLY: Don’t frighten them Pokey, you nasty boy.

STEPHANIE: We need to stop Max Jagerman. We heard you can help us)

The lords in black will help you yes, you stupid silly girl.

By helping rid the Jagerman, we can help the world.

(WIGGLE: Hm We could, we could take home little Maxy and pull him right down to Drowsytown.

NIBBLY: Swallow his soul, I wanna lick it.

WIGGLY: But why? Maxy poo’s about to get you, tear you all to bloody bits!

BLINKY: I wanna see that.

STEPHANIE: How about a bargain? We’ll give you whatever you want. Just get rid of Jagerman.)

WIGGLY: Whatever we want?!)

Whatever we want, we want, we want,

Whatever we want we get.

Whatever you want, you want, you want, forever in our debt

(WIGGLY: Hm, what could you give to me? Let me check my Christmas list. (gasps) there is something.

STEPHANIE: What? What do you want from us?

TINKY: Something fun!

NIBBLY: Something tasty.

WIGGLY: Oh, you’ll hardly miss it. We just want what you cherish most. That’s all

STEPHANIE: What we cherish most? What do you mean?

POKEY: What do you want, Steph…?

WIGGLY: One of you must give up the thing you treasure above all else.

POKEY: Do it or die!

STEPHANIE: What I treasure above all else? I know what it is! My phone! My whole life’s on this thing! It has my contacts, my pictures-)

WE DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PHONE

(WIGGLY: We want what you really want…you can’t lie to us Steph. You can lie to yourself but not to me. Think about it…

(Steph looks to Peter)

WIGGLY: Ah, there he is

PETER: Steph?

STEPHANIE: No! No!

WIGGLY: What’s in your pocket Steph-O-nie?)

Stephanie has got a gun, tra la la la, how fun

Stephanie has got a gun, she knows what must be done.

(WIGGLY: Put a bullet in his brain and we’ll take Maxwell off your plate.

STEPHANIE: I can’t!

WIGGLY: Pay the price or fuck off

Out of the depths of hell and back, us spawn of the black and white

Cover our souls with robes of black and take up the arms of night.

You summon us once, you summon us twice, you gamble it on the roll of the dice.

The devil has won, It can’t be undone, the book has all but closed on your life.