#cursed human washer

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere House"wife" Satoru x Reader

Call it a happy accident, the way Satoru transitioned from being a full-time sorcerer to being the man you come home to after he does domestic chores all day. You two talked about it for a little while. There was a time when Satoru would come home late at night almost every day. And he would wind down, take a shower, crawl into the bed into your arms and just pour out his heart to you. He would say he hates his job. He hates how repetitive these days were becoming. Meetings upon meetings in the morning, and then having to exercise curses that never stood a chance for the next 6 hours. You soothed him, of course. Or at least as much as you could.

Then you proposed that maybe he starts taking days off. So you'll go to work and he'll stay home to heal his mind as much as he needs to. He would do anything for you, so of course he tries it out just to make you happy. And a few rest days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a couple of months. You don't remember the last time Satoru went to work by now, his phone blowing up every day from the people and job he kind of abandoned. He didn't care anymore.

He realized that he was happiest doing these mundane and very human tasks every day. And his motivation to keep going was just you. If he was bored, he would do the laundry that was full. I mean, the washer and dryer was just down the hall, why not? Washed the few dishes in the sink. Maybe he'll stop by the store to restock the fridge. You recognized how much of a....housewife he was being when he would retell his daily tasks to you before you two went to bed. "Oh, so I've got a little housewife now?" The neurons in his brain crackled when he heard that word escape your mouth.

Housewife

You raised your eyebrow when you watched him whisper the word underneath his breath. "You alright?" No, he wasn't. Well, he felt fantastic at the thought of his only purpose being his favorite person's provider and nothing else. But other than that, not really. He shamelessly enjoys having that title over his head. So he decides to play the part.

In the morning, he'll wake up before you, stare at your beautiful face for around 10 minutes before getting up to prepare your lunch and make you breakfast. NO, he can't cook. But he does know how to follow instructions. You wrote him some recipes you loved and he takes extra care to follow every single step to the exact measurements that you want. And when you smile at the breakfast, or make that sigh of relief, his heart jumps. Want more coffee? Do you want tea instead? He could pour you a flask of hot coffee before you go. And don't forget your lunch, either. He had fun making the panda shaped molds of rice.

And when you give your kiss goodbye and he finishes begging you to stay for a mandatory 5 minutes, he begins cleaning up the kitchen. He washes the dishes and clears the laundry if there's any. Mops the bathroom and cleans the tub, toilet bowl, and sink until they're sparkly and clean. Vacuums carpets and turns on a humidifier with your favorite scent lightly wafting throughout the place. Though he usually does this 20 minutes before you come back home so the smell is fresh in your brain when you walk in the door. He checks off the grocery list, visits a few people from his hitlist that he knows either hooked up with you in the past, broke up with you, or just tried to fuck with you in general. Sold a few organs from said people from the hitlist's bodies and goes back home to clean himself up and relax.

Relax meaning checking your location every five minutes, doing a mandatory 10 minute phone call on your lunch break to either try and persuade you to skip the rest of the work day to come back home, have phone sex(you talk him through his orgasm), or just let you talk and he'll listen. After the phone call, he'll eat his first meal of the day. He knows you don't like when he doesn't take care of himself, so he eats as much as his big heart desires. Which usually consists of your scraps of breakfast and dinner that you don't finish, so it feels like you two are bonding over the same meal(even though you aren't there). He does like eating with you and next to you, but it just feels more intimate when you two eat from the same plate. By the end of his meal, he's usually rock hard and close to tears at the fact that you won't be here to help him get off again for the next few hours.

So, he takes a cold shower(or two, if it's serious(and when I say "two" I mean he hops in, finishes, and then has to go back because it rises again with a vengeance)). And after his cold shower, he goes to the gym and does his weight resistance training. He knows you love every part of his body and his beautifully sculpted muscles(your words), so he takes good care of them. Then if he has free time, he'll watch some tv, pop up at Jujutsu Tech to piss everyone off for a few minutes, buy some sweets and desserts you two can share and then go back home to take a nap.

He wakes up about 30 minutes before you come back home so he can cook dinner. You told him you wouldn't mind having something "simple" tonight. And if he thinks carefully, this could mean anything from a boiled stew to TV dinner. Based off of your tone and how you said this sentence, he'll assume you wouldn't want something crazy to eat, so he actually buys some deli sandwiches from a shop not too far away. And when you got home, had Satoru take your coat, shoes, and jacket, you told him you were actually excited to eat. "It's been a while since we went there, huh? Oh, it's still warm!" The bread was toasted the way you liked and everything in between.

You were so lucky to have this man take care of you. You told him you loved him and if there was anything he wanted in return for his hard efforts to keep you happy, you'd do it. He shyly shook his head, a small blush overcoming his soft cheeks. He finished eating his sandwich before you and you noticed how silent he went. You softly grabbed his hand and he immediately looked up at you in question. "You alright? You're being quiet." You raise your hand from his hand to wipe a bread crumb from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah......actually, no. I just miss being able to grab your ass every second of the day, because your job doesn't allow your boyfriend into the building."

"Satoru, you know I can't take work off, I have to take care of us." Satoru flails and grabs your hand. "But babe, you know I have enough money to buy us 16 houses! You don't need to work!" You roll your eyes. "Well, I don't want to be in the house all day rotting away."

"We can rot together." "No!" He's a romantic at heart. He stands to walk off at your rejection and you grab his hand to pull him back. "Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that." "But.....you said we can't rot together...." "I know, but we can just be here right now and enjoy each other. We have all night and even some time in the morning. Right?" He sighs at your words and nod. ".........why are you hard?"

"Because you noticed I was quiet." You roll your eyes. He was also an attention seeker. How could you forget. "Really?" He nods. This time, you sigh, and you walk over to the living room couch, patting your lap. Satoru happily bounces over and plops down his weight on you. "Oof!" Sitting sideways on your lap, you caress his back with one hand and palm his hard on through his jeans with the other. His body immediately relaxes underneath your touch, and you smile up at him. "My baby has been working so hard today, hm?" He nods and stares at your hand. "I'm glad you're being productive. What did you do today, Satoru?"

"Today, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the laundry.." You unbutton his pants when he starts talking. But before you pull them down, you pause. "And what else?" He realizes what you're trying to do and swallows stressfully. He just wants you to take care of him. "And I mopped in the kitchen and the bathroom. I vacuumed, too." You pull his pants down enough to pull out his rock hard cock. It was warm and heavy in your hand, the tip straining with the blood swollen up to it. It was red and glistening with pre, threatening to drip down.

You gently wrapped your hand around him, slowly jerking him up and down, and a whimper slips out his lips. "Come on, baby, keep talking." He grabs your arm that's holding his cock and grabs at the couch with his other. "Um...I also........that's it." He cuts himself off, and his eyelids flutter shut when you put a little more pressure onto your hold, your thumb swiping over his tip.

"Hm? Are you sure?" You know he cut himself off. Which only means he's hiding something from you. He nods his head in response, and you let go of him. He whines at the cold that surrounds him now and looks at you. "Whyy???" "I don't know, baby, I think you're lying to me." You give him a look of fake concern, and your hand instead travels south to very gently fondle his sack, which immediately gets him to squirm.

"I'm not!!" You scrunch your eyebrows. "Are you??" He goes silent, and you stare him deep into his eyes. He can't reciprocate the eye contact and stares at your hand. You stop touching him, and he looks back up at you with sad, glistening puppy eyes. "I went through the list." Your eyebrows shoot up before you start scolding him. "The list??? I thought I told you to get rid of that thing? Satoru." When you first moved in with one another, you found his hit list full of people you used to talk to. He planned to kill them off one by one to have you to himself. You never truly got mad at him for it, because most of those people on the list genuinely were big pieces of shits that you wanted to burn in hell.....but technically it still wasn't okay for him to just do that behind your back.

"No, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-" you lightly push him off of your lap, which was basically his equivalent of being shoved off of a cliff and his heart drops when you stand up. "NO! No. Wait, baby, please. Let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me like this." He trips onto his knees but still makes record speed in crawling over to you. He grabs your closest leg and hugs it tightly. You could feel his cock(which was still out) rub against your pant leg. So dramatic, you think.

You look down at him, and he stares up at you with those stupid big blue eyes. "......" He takes your silence as his que to convince you. "I can make it better, look!" He shifts in front of you, still on his knees, and begins to unbutton and pull your pants down. You lose balance and stumble back into the dining table behind you, using it for balance as Satoru yanks down down your pants, his eyes staring at the goal.

"Satoru, what the hell are you doing?" Funny enough, your words contradict your actions, and you instinctually spread your legs farther apart for him to have more space in between. He grabs your legs and places them on top of his shoulders, and you scoot back onto the dining table for more comfort, cups and silverware clinking as you clumsily push them back.

"I can help like this." He pushes his tongue as far as he can past your lips, getting a strong first taste at your pussy. A firm and slow stripe from your hole up to your clit and you hiss, gripping onto the table. Satoru moans loudly and closes his eyes to enjoy himself as much as possible. He shifts impossibly closer to you, hugging your thighs to both sides of his face to be buried deep and makes out with your sensitive bud. You could feel him occasionally exhale his warm breath onto you before firmly flicking his tongue onto you again.

You begin whining at the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Drool and your essence cover Satoru's chin. His cock twitches endlessly against the hardwood floor, more of his pre dripping onto it the more he gets you to moan. "Get up." His eyes snap open, and he pulls away to look up at you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, and you pull him up, earning a wince from him. He knows what you want and leans in to let you taste yourself on his tongue. In the middle of the kiss, he suddenly flinches at the feeling of your hand once again grabbing his cock. You separate the kiss and his gaze trails down to your pussy.

You took his cock head and pressed it in between your lips, rubbing it up and down against your entrance. Your eyes seemed to glisten in a way he hadn't seen in a long time and you maintained eye contact, whispering to him. "You gonna be a good boy and fuck me how I taught you?" Each word that slipped out of your lips was enough to make him insane, and he was ready to do whatever you commanded. He robotically nods and you laugh at his reaction.

You press a soft kiss to his chin, letting him spread your legs on top of the table. He softly spreads your lips and makes eye contact with your hole. Heat radiates from you and he soaks up every last bit of it. All he can see, think of, and hear is you. "Beautiful." He whispers underneath his breath. You caress his arm to snap him out of his mind and he leans down closer to you, his head now pressing to your entrance gently. "Please show me." And he takes it upon himself to shower you with the affection you deserve in hopes to satisfy you again.

Did I cook????? Cuz I feel like I wrote this way too fast.

[allpiesforourown]

I love the idea of the Washer Woman being the sensible adult in Binghe's life in the Demon Prince Binghe Au. I can see Tianlang reading him romance novels as a kid while Su Xiyan chooses books on cultivation and how to crush ones enemies. Washer woman has lectured them both on child appropriate practices more than once, Tianglang more than Su Xiyan.

Imagine young Binghe getting cursed as a puppy one day and wandering off, tired, hungry, and injured only to be rescued Qing Jing Peak Disciple Shen Yuan who nurses him back to health . Washer woman ends up being the one to retrieve the prince since she's human and not considered to be a traitor like Su Xiyan.

Afterwards, Binghe can't stop gushing about his fateful meeting with the beautiful shimei he met (Shen Yuan was so pretty he thought he was girl).

Tianlang: That's my son, not even ten and he's already found his future wife! Not only that, but a cultivator to boot! But wait, the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect despise demons and would never permit one of their own to court a demon which their love would be forbidden! Ahh this just like the plot of Love Amongst Thorns where the heroine ends riding into battle on a dragon and then diving into a volcano to save her lover, the enemy general!

Xiyan: If she is a cultivator like you say, you'll have to become strong enough to defeat the peak lords Cang Qiong Mountain sect, for they will not let her go without a fight. Of course, it's a war they want, it's a war they'll get.

Unamed Washer Woman:....

Unamed Washer Woman: Or you can just thank her for taking care of your "dog" and get to know her as friends.

BONUS: I just picture Shen Yuan being the equivalent of a Disney Princess in this AU but being completely oblivious to it. Except instead of cute woodland creatures, various monsters and other creatures are drawn to him. He is also confused as to why so many people are surprised he's a guy

NDJDHB YEAH. she's the only sense of reason

Binghe: how do I tell someone I like him..

Tlj: beg him for money and become his sugar baby. That's how I got your mother

Su xiyan: show him your strength and he won't be able to resist you

Washerwoman: how about we try something like flowers first :)

Personally I was imagining shen yuan as some wandering cultivator. Binghe's hanging out in a forest when some demon planning to kidnap the prince shows up and is immediately beaten up by the handsome man who was passing through.

Binghe: PLEASE COME HOME AND MEET MY PARENTS

Shen yuan: aww if you insist..

Shen yuan is a bit nervous but overall glad the demon prince protagonist doesn't seem to hate him. Binghe is ecstatic the nice man agreed to have a meeting with his parents to discuss marriage ..

Shen yuan actually gets hired to be binghes tutor. Binghe needs to work on his human cultivation as well as his demonic cultivation, and while su xiyan would be happy to be her sons shizun, she's getting so damn annoyed with binghe bringing shen yuan up every two seconds

[kingkatsuki]

This was based off an ask I received from Kitten, thank you for always giving me the best ideas💕

But imagine you get caught up in a sudden trash storm with Enjin, it's not enough debris to damage the car but it's dangerous enough you can't drive or walk. The two of you are just barely outside the city, stuck in a very confined van with tension that's been mounting since the two of you met. Before Enjin leans over and presses his lips to yours, again and again before he's pulling from the passenger seat to the bench seat in the back. Tongue sliding over yours with a groan as he pins you to the old thread bare upholstery with the hopes of fogging up the windows.

Pairings: Engine / Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, friends to lovers, car sex, minimal prep, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, praise, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1k.

“Maybe you should take a break,” You glance over the centre console to see Enjin’s eyes fluttering at the wheel, sat forward in his chair as he fights sleep.

The heavy rock playing through the worn car radio does nothing to ease his drowsiness, nor do the potholes almost as large as craters that scatter along the contaminated zone.

Reaching over you run your fingers through the buzzed hairs of his undercut, trying to coax his attention back to the path in front of you. Enjin jolts slightly on contact before heaving a soft sigh, his knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the steering wheel as he narrowly misses a large trash pile.

“M’fine,” Enjin mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself away from your touch, terrified that the soothing sensation will have him falling asleep at the wheel.

“I know you’re tired,” You push, “Just for a bit, yeah? A power nap.”

You wanted to get home just as badly as him, the unspoken feelings between you two made it difficult to breathe and this mission had been exhausting. Not to mention how dangerous it was to settle in a contaminated zone for too long, especially when it was just the pair of you. Humans could be just as dangerous as the monsters that reside in the area.

“We’re like sitting ducks out here,” Enjin continued, and he would know. For some reason the Giver enjoyed taking strolls in the contaminated zone, even though the air was unbreatheable, “It’s not much further, it’ll be fine.”

A washer dryer falls to the left of you, colliding into the ground with an almighty smash. Pieces of debris fly everywhere as you jolt in the van, holding your hand to your heart at the sudden movement as you curse under your breath.

“You good, sweetheart?” Enjin turns to you with a grin, and it does nothing but make your insides feel like jelly.

You should be used to it by now, the so called junk thrown discarded by the sky people like it’s nothing. Most of it salvageable, cookers with broken buttons that just needed a quick replacement, hairdryers with blown fuses.

Enjin had even gifted you a diamond ring he’d found one evening on one of his regular strolls. The silver band was pristine, and looked as though it had never been worn. A pretty glistening diamond set perfectly inside it, and not a single scratch on it despite the impact from the large drop. You wondered why anyone would ever throw something so perfect away, and then you saw it— A simple black speck that sat in the middle of the carbon. The smallest, most pathetic reason that it had been thrown into the pit in the first place. Because of course, why would anyone up in Heaven want anything less than perfect— But it was perfect to you. The pretty gem sat perfectly on your ring finger, despite the fact that Enjin hadn’t asked you to marry him. And the speck that was supposedly imperfect, reminded you of the friend who had gifted it to you.

You were just friends, after all. A subject of consistent teasing between the other Janitors.

“If you like someone, you should tell them.” Griss would look back from his position in the drivers seat to wink at you, just as Enjin is shouting at him to “Keep your eyes on the road, Bozo!”

“Yeah, it’s not good to keep those feelings bottled up inside.” Tamzy spoke coolly from the backseat.

“Would sure suck if the person you liked didn’t like you back, though.” Riyo chimed.

Exactly, Riyo. You thought to yourself, It would fucking suck.

And aside from a few flirty words from Griss, and one night where he’d seen red when a travelling merchant offered to buy you a drink in the local pub. Immediately appearing at your side to ward him off, the poor man leaving with a black eye and a bruised ego. “You don’t need to solve everything with violence.” Riyo mocked Enjin, who was pink in the cheeks. For the most part it almost felt like an unspoken rule that you were Enjin’s.

And it didn’t matter anyway, because you were content with this— whatever this was. And it wasn’t worth ruining the relationship you had with feelings, you were satisfied. And you could cope with satisfied if it meant keeping Enjin as a friend, certain not to ruin your relationship with the complication of romantic feelings.

Another loud crash had you snapping back to focus, a hail of trash began to pour down on the barren wasteland, things that by themselves would never have proved deadly. But with the acceleration of gravity, items were deadly as they left dents in the strongest of boulders.

“Fucks sake. We’ve gotta take cover,” Enjin’s tattooed hand shifted on the gearstick as he began to reverse the truck, narrowly missing a falling bathtub as it crashed against the ground.

“Shit,” You squealed, holding onto the dash as Enjin expertly manouvered through the trash storm.

“Hold on.” He veered left to avoid another shower of trash as it made the vehicle fall down a sand dune, skidding to the side as you began to panic. Watching more trash tumble down around you like rain.

“Enjin, look out—” You saw the falling car before he did, an old battered Sedan. How did they even manage to get that down here?

“I fuckin’ know, woman. I know—” He spat, yellow eyes catching it just after you as he swerved roughly. Glad you had your seatbelt on as your side banged into the car door, knocking your head against the glass as he took another harsh turn.

Finding refuge beneath an abandoned Eolian cave as the tires screeched to a stop, the roof of the truck dented but nothing Riyo wouldn’t be able to fix with a hammer when you both made it back to the compound.

“Baby, you okay?” Enjin unbuckled his belt to lean over the center console, cupping your face in both palms as he turns you to face him. Tilting your head to check for any injuries as you reached up to place a warm, sweaty palm around his wrist. Leaning into his touch as you finally allowed your heart to lull, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You shook your head, “Wasn’t your fault.”

“We shoulda never been out here this late, it is all my fault.” He shook his head as you both heard the loud crash of trash and debris continue to fall along the wasteland.

“It’s not your fault, Enjin.” You shook your head, squeezing his wrist softly to try and focus his attention back on you, “We’re okay.”

“I’d have never forgiven myself if you got hurt,” He continued, shaking his head. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him this worried, “I never wanna lose you.”

There’s a subtle change in his movement, and if you hadn’t have been so close to him you would’ve missed it. It was the way his eyes flit down to your lips for the faintest of seconds before meeting your gaze again. The movement has your heart rattling against its cages, dragging a metal cup along the bars to be unleashed from its prison as you took a chance. Tilting your head slightly in Enjin’s palms to brush your lips against his in a chaste kiss. They felt chapped against your softer ones, eager to feel them again as you chanced another peck, this time lingering as you stepped over that blurry line of ‘just friends’.

“We shouldn’t.” Enjin grumbles, obviously fighting the voices in his head as he tries to ignore the blood flowing through his veins. The only voice of reason, as always.

You’re in no mood to talk, hungry for another taste of him as you move your hands to his face, fingertips sliding behind the pink tips of his ears as warm palms graze his stubble. The gentle tips of your fingers stroke the base of his neck as Enjin feels all of his resolve start to crumble the moment you bring him in again.

“Enjin,” You whine against his lips as his warm breath fans your face. He smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne, the scent suffocating and intoxicating at the same time as your half-lidded eyes stare back at him.

“Don’t,” Enjin groaned against your mouth, and yet he made no attempt to pull back, “If you do that I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Who said I’ll want you to stop?” You replied simply, the taste of your chapstick now smeared against his lips as his tongue poked out to taste it. His nostrils flaring as he felt his entire body react to the implication of your words.

“Fuck it,” He grunts, tugging at your thigh as he pulls you over the center console. His grip firm on you as he positions you on his lap, perched on muscular thighs as you settle just before the semi-hard bulge beneath his pants. Slender fingers stroke along your back as he rests his forehead to yours, silently waiting for you to make your move. To push him away and tell him that you’re just friends; that you shouldn’t do this. But you don’t.

It’s carnal, the way you both paw at each other. Desperate to remove every barrier that stands between you both. Enjin’s long arms knock the top of the van as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, impatiently waiting for him to pull it high enough so you can reattach your lips to his. He’s like a drug you’ve become addicted to, desperate for another dose as your mouths clash together in a duel of tongues and teeth.

His fingers tug at the hem of your shirt roughly to remove it, swallowing the pathetic whine you make against his lips as you pull away for him to discard it. Leaning forward with more urgency as you kiss him again, tongue swiping against his top incisors as he palms your breasts through the simple black bra. The nights he’d spent awake fucking his fist to the thought of you would never compare to this, not in any lifetime.

Enjin pulls away from your bruised lips as you follow him forward, trying to reconnect them as he nudges your nose with his gently. Half-lidded eyes watch with amusement as he begins to pepper kisses along your jawline, following the curve down to the column of your throat as he begins to bite and suck at your pulse point. Another pitiful whine vibrates in your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck, caging his head between your forearms as you thread your fingers through his messy hair. Your clothed breasts practically in his face now as he ventures lower, pressing a kiss against your sternum as he nuzzles at your soft mounds gently, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

Gravity has your tits bouncing into position as he gently pulls the cups away, revealing your chest to his hungry gaze. It’s his turn to sound desperate now as he groans, low and guttural in his chest as he commits the sight to memory. Certain that if all else fails he’ll have this memory carved into his consciousness for the rest of his existence.

“God, you’re perfect.” He rasps, reaching out tentively to cup your warm tits as he thumbs your nipples, watching them pebble in the cool evening air as you throw your head back in pleasure, “What the fuck are you doin’ with a lowly janitor like me?”

You don’t get a second to answer before Enjin is leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirls around your areola as he pinches and toys with the other, growling against your skin as your nails drag against his scalp in response.

“Fuck, Enjin.” You moan, rolling your hips as you feel the tent in his pants beneath you. His hard cock desperate to be released as your cunt throbs at the thought, eager to feel him after all this time.

“Don’t say my name like that, baby.” He groans, resting his cheek against your breast as he blows cool air against your spit-soaked nipple, “You’ll have me creaming my pants.”

“Enjin,” You ignore his plea as you roll your hips against him again, giving your clit more friction as you focus on the sensation.

“Fuck, you brat.” He grunts, gripping your hips in his palms roughly to stop you repeating the motion again. Positive that if you were to roll your heat against him one more time he would come undone.

“Want you so bad, Enjin. Please.” You choke, reaching between your bodies to paw at his belt. Your fingers toy with the worn leather as he takes pity on you enough to help, slender fingers brush yours away as he unbuckles it, tugging them down with his underwear just enough to free his aching cock.

It’s better than you expected, and your belly swirls with anticipation at the sight of him. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length, the leaky cock head settles against his abdomen. Pre matts the messy blond hairs that follow a trail up to his bellybutton as the tip burns a fiery red. Swollen, angry and desperate for release as you wrap a palm around him. Making his hips buck wildly as you give a tentative stroke, catching the pre beading at the tip against your palm as you roll your wrist. Holding him straight as you look down between your bodies, watching where his length ends in comparison with your torso as you wonder if he’ll be so deep he’ll cum inside your guts.

Enjin becomes more restless now, impatient, as he bunches your skirt up around your hips. Groaning at the very evident wet patch that gleams against your panties as he presses a calloused finger against it, your eyes roll back into your skull as you feel him graze your clit.

“Oh, baby.” He hisses when your hand tightens around his girth, almost forgetting everything as you focus on the sensation of his fingers toying with you through the thin fabric, “Watch the nails.”

“S-ah, sorry,” You pant, loosening your grip as you follow the forking veins along him with the tips of your fingers.

“Gonna eat this sweet little pussy later, I promise.” He grunts, tugging your panties to the side as he watches your slick cling to the fabric, breaking off into silvery lines as he runs two fingers through your messy folds.

“Fuck, oh my god— Enjin,” Your hips rut pitifully at his touch. The sensation foreign but so satisfying as you seek it out again, whining as he circles the calloused pad of his index finger around your tight hole. Feeling the way it flutters around nothing as it tries to coax him in like a vindictive siren singing a final lullaby to a sailor.

Enjin breaches the gap and the sound that leaves your throat is downright debauched, causing his cock to jolt as he hooked his finger against your soft inner walls. It’s all too much, and simply not enough as you find yourself rolling your hips into his touch. Goading him to press his digit deeper as he feels just how wet and tight you are, certain that he’d never be able to replicate the feeling himself no matter how many Jinki he activated.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He murmurs, his thumb swipes your clit as he watches you try to ride his single finger.

“Enjin, don’t tease me,” You sigh breathlessly, wrapping your palm around his cock as it leaks fresh pre down the shaft. Drooling onto your fingers as you hold him upright, “I need you now.”

“I need to stretch you out, sweetheart.” He grunts, “I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“No, please Enjin,” You hover yourself over his length as you feel his leaky cock head graze your slit, “I want it to hurt.”

“Fuck,” His cock jumps at the lewd thought, wetting his lips with his tongue as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“I’ve got a rubber,” He continues, wondering whether the one sat neatly inside his wallet is even in date. He neglects you to turn towards the back of the van to seek out his coat, “But I don’t know if it’s in date—”

“Don’t need it,” You tighten your fist around his cock, causing his head to fall back against the headrest, eyes roll back as you brush the tip of his cock through your sloppy folds, “Just pull out, okay?”

And Enjin thinks that’s easier said than done when he finally feels the warmth of your wet cunt engulf him. You’ve barely taken his engorged tip and the heat is already scorching, searing into him as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Trying his hardest not to use his grip on your hips to impale you on his cock in one fell swoop.

You’re slowly sinking down onto him now and you can feel every delicious inch as you take more and more of him inside. Your unprepped walls throb and ache as they adjust to the stretch, feeling every ridge contour to him as you give a few shallow thrusts.

You already feel impossibly full with half, your chest so tight as though you can feel him in your throat. His calloused thumb presses soft figure of eights to your puffy clit to distract you, and honestly to distract him too as it takes every ounce of willpower not to force you down on his throbbing cock.

“Wanna feel every inch of you.” You whine, bending your head to look between your bodies as you take more of him. Feeling the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit as you know you’re almost fully seated, positioning your hands on broad shoulders for some semblance of reality as Enjin feels your walls shudder around him.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you into the shape of my cock, sweetheart?” His words have your clit throbbing and your cunt convulsing as he grins. Neglecting your clit to hold onto the swell of your ass as he starts a savage pace, pulling you down onto his cock each time he ruts his hips up. Heavy balls slap against your ass with each movement, and you’re screaming obscenities.

Enjin’s never been more thankful that there’s no one around as he does nothing to quell your pretty sounds, instead he actively encourages them as he goads you on. Landing a harsh smack to your ass as he feels you clench around him.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” He coos, “You get yours—”

You’re practically using his body for your own pleasure as you roll your hips, his pubes tickle your clit with every forward motion as you cry out for him. Your hand splayed against the fogged window as the other buries sharp nails into his bare shoulder. Leaving red crescent-shaped moons in their wake as you grind against him, feeling the pleasure continuing to build in your abdomen.

There’s something sordid about watching you ride him, the subtle bounce of your tits as you roll your hips. Your thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain a steady pace, exerting all of your energy to try and pleasure yourself. A fact that really gets him off. Enjin takes pity on you, not leaving you to do all the work as he uses his grip to him you fuck yourself on his cock.

“God, look at you—“ Enjin sneers, though there’s no malice in it, “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He knows neither of you will last long, the pent up emotion shared between the two of you was unparalleled. So heightened that it was only a matter of time that it would reach boiling point and flood over. The fleeting glances and gentle touches not enough to quench the desire inside you both, as it left you craving more.

But he’s not going to concede to you so easily, slipping a black painted nail between your bodies as he thumbs your clit, pressing the palm of his hand against your pelvis so he can feel himself inside you. Watching the way your lashes flutter as you throw your head back in pleasure, your hand sliding against the fogged glass as your climax surges through you. Enjin keeps his thumb consistent against your clit we you lean back, throbbing around his cock as you ride out your bliss. There’s nothing but white hot pleasure blanketing your vision and making your brain fuzzy as you try to remember to breathe.

“God, you look so pretty when you cum.” He almost sighs, giving your clit a final sloppy circle before pulling away to hold your hips. Fingertips dip into your plush skin as he cherishes the way you pulse around him, giving himself a moment as he almost loses it too early. Terrified of finishing too soon and never having the chance to do this again—

His strengthens his grip on your hips, tilting your body back as he fucks you with renewed vigour. Selfishly seeking out his own climax as your back is pressed against the wheel, the horn blares in the background as you accidentally nudge it but neither of you seem to care. Your breasts bounce from the ferocity of his movements, his skin sticking to the worn leather seat every time his hips cant back but he still doesn’t stop.

“I’m gonna pull out, sweetheart.” He groans, lifting your body to reluctantly slip his cock from your warmth. Enjin knows if he doesn’t do it now, he never will. Perfectly content with fisting himself all over your skin.

“No, please don’t pull out, Enjin,” You clench around him, trying to keep him lodged inside you as your thighs tighten on either side of him, “Wanna feel you.”

“We can’t— I shouldn’t,” He presses, but there’s no real argument there. Not when your warm cunt coaxed him back in so eagerly, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Just cum inside me.” You reply as though it’s the most simple answer in the world.

“Ah, shit.” He grunts, your saccharine tone the final straw as his hips spasm. Unable to control the pleasure burning in his pelvis as his balls seize. His grip on your hips almost painful, certain to leave bruises in their wake as he fucks into you with renewed vigour. Both of you focused on each other as Enjin gives a few more frantic pumps inside your warm, wet cunt before he meets his own end.

“Fuck— gonna cum, shit.” He grunts as he pumps rope after rope of spunk inside your trembling walls, painting them white. His hips jerkily fuck it into you with a few more sloppy thrusts as you feel the warmth of it engulf you, your chest heaves as you try to come down from your high.

You both settle in silence, the only sound is the falling debris just outside the cave as the storm continues to rage. And your steady breath breathing together in tandem as Enjin’s fingers stroke slow absentminded patterns against your exposed skin.

You make the most adorable whine as Enjin pulls you up off his softening cock, wincing at the wet feeling of his release now drooling onto his inner thighs and the floor of the van as he pulls your chest against his. Your arms weave around his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him as you bask in the afterglow.

“I didn’t think you wanted me like that,” You mumble against his collarbone, voice barely a whisper as you toy with one of his earrings.

“What?” Enjin tilts his head back slightly, turning to the side to try and meet your gaze as you shyly hide away, warm palms stroking your back, “How could I not want you like that?”

“I guess it’s just been so long,” You continue, “I just started to think maybe you just thought I was a friend.”

“I never really thought I had to say it,” Enjin shrugged, “You’ve always just kinda been mine in my head. Even if you weren’t officially mine.”

“So you’ve never wanted anyone else?” You were terrified of his answer, worried about all the women out there that were definitely prettier than you, smarter, funnier.

“Sweetheart, there would only ever be one girl I’d wanna give a diamond ring to.” He grins, pressing a wet sloppy kiss to your cheek.

[mactiir]

ranking baldur's gate characters by how i think they smell

#9) Minthara. Because she’s a corpse, next question.

#8) Lae'zel. You know this woman has never bathed. Washing is for the weak, is'tik. She says this is because needs her musk to attract mates but mostly it's cuz Gith education doesn't exactly make time for personal hygiene. Once it got so bad that Tav dragged the whole party through a chest-deep stream and stood there for 20 minutes to take a "breather" while Laezel stared daggers at them the whole time.

#7) Karlach. I want Karlach to smell nice so badly, and Karlach probably wants Karlach to smell nice too, but you know this woman smells like brimstone and engine exhaust and sweat. On good days she smells like the fine char you get on burgers on a summer day. On bad days she smells like a truck stop at peak hours, and the truck stop is also on fire. She's not happy about this either.

#6) Gale. Gale tries to keep himself groomed, he really does. But he looks like he is perpetually just a tiny bit smelly. Like he hyperfocused on a book slightly too hard for slightly too long and as a result he forgot to shower for a week. He acts like he bedded Mystra because of his towering intellect but really it's cuz gods don't have human senses of smell. His nightshirt looks velvet, too, and you KNOW it can't be easy to get smells out of that shit without a washer. He is one of those poor guys who is cursed to always stink a little bit no matter how much he showers. When Tav confronts him about this he decides, on the spot, that deodorant is for anti-intellectuals, actually, which he wouldn't have expected Tav to know but it's okay, we can't all be enlightened.

#5) Minsc. He doesn't reek exactly, but you know he's 100% man musk, hamster bedding, and butt-kicking

Tied for #5) Jaheira. You know 100 years of living in forests and adventuring with Minsc has endowed her with exactly the same level of manly perfume as Minsc (except with notes of cedarwood).

#4) Wyll. He used to be the best-smelling until Mizora pulled him through every level of hell in rapid succession, and now he smells a little bit like brimstone all the time. He sometimes rubs fragrant herbs on his horns to counteract it, which doesn't get rid of the smell, really, but it gives his smell an interesting dimension. Otherwise, he has enough experience with adventuring, and is well-bred enough, that him and his things are usually well-groomed (and also because his dad was a freak about it).

#3) Shadowheart. This woman puts on tragic makeup every morning and changes her hair to reflect her religion. Appearances are EVERYTHING (especially when it comes to keeping secrets). Shadowheart smells exactly like she thinks she needs to smell to be religiously pleasing to her goddess and/or coMplEtE thE mIsSioN. She does get anxious sweats though, which are very distinctive if it's been a long day of adventuring. She never admits this, though. Ever.

#2) Astarion. Okay, so, sometimes, he smells just the teensiest, tiniest bit like dried blood. But mostly, he smells like baby powder and potpourri. It is a waste of good fashion sense and his pretty face to go about stinking like a beggar. (He does go through a brief 'Cazador can't tell ME what to do' phase where he stops bathing for a day, but he grosses himself out so much that he resumes his normal routime before anyone notices.)

#1) Halsin. You'd expect him to stink, with his whole smelly-hippy free-love vibe, but nah. The man smells heavenly. He spends all his time frolicking through fragrant herbs and lounging in scented hot springs with whomever strikes his fancy. He probably has a whole ass medicine cabinet full of stuff he uses to freshen up. His breath probably smells like mint and his hair like cedar. He probably puts coconut oil or smth in his hair. He knows how to smell good as literally any animal in the realms. Wanna know why? Dogs have a sense of smell several thousand times better than people. I bet bears do, too. You do Not Fuck As A Bear without understanding not only how to WASH your ass, but also perfume it. Halsin also knows: thou shalt not give yeast infections. And if you got bear dick, that means HYGIENE. It's a point of pride for him, actually.

BONUS: WITHERS. Withers smells like nothing. Like, freakishly, unsettlingly like nothing. Like, you expect him to smell like dust or pitch or smth. Nope. He's a black hole of smell. You come near him and if you ask, he resets your entire hygiene routine for 100 gold and leaves you smelling like roses.

[fickleminder]

laundry day

DWBD AU. Satan bumps into Kirana on her way to the laundromat.

DWBD AU masterlist here.

“What are you doing?” Satan’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline at the sight of Kirana lugging a huge sack over her shoulder. The way she seemed to be struggling under its weight made him instinctively step forward to carry it for her, but he had to be sure his help was wanted first. “Need a hand?”

“I’m good!” She set the sack down and opened the front door, looking ready to squeeze the whole thing outside. “Just doing laundry, nothing to worry about.”

“…That’s a lot of laundry.”

“I’ve been busy.” She shrugged and rolled up her sleeves. “And the laundromat is emptier this time of week.”

“What’s wrong with our washer?” Satan asked. Had Kirana been hauling her clothes all the way across town this entire time? Why in the nine Circles would she do something so—

Kirana paused and blinked at him. “It’s cursed?” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean, the sigils on it always zapped me unless I threw in a wad of Grimm first. Figured it was cheaper to just use the public ones.”

Satan was going to kill Mammon. The sigils were easy to bypass, and the rest of them had gotten so used to doing it that they had completely overlooked the fact that their human housemate wasn’t as magically inclined. It was likely that Mammon had set it up specifically to extort Grimm from her, and Lucifer either didn’t know about it or didn’t care.

Well, good thing he wasn’t Lucifer.

“I’ll take care of it,” Satan declared, grabbing the sack of clothes with one hand and beckoning Kirana with the other. “Follow me.”

Seeing the sigils on the washer and dryer made Satan want to crush the machines into a pulp with his bare hands, but that wouldn’t be doing any of them any favors. Instead, he used his nails to carve counter spells into the metal, rendering them inert and useless.

“There, no more zapping.” He dusted his hands and smiled proudly at Kirana, glad to finally have been useful to her. “Is there anything else I can assist you with? Do you need soap? Hangers? I could even do your laundry for you—”

It wasn’t until Kirana coughed and looked away that Satan realized he was starting to overdo it, especially with that last part.

“Uhh, I mean—” He cleared his throat, slowly backing out of the room. “Glad to be of service. Come find me if you need anything else.”

And then he hightailed it out of there, his face on fire.

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

Ongoing/Unfinished series

Get yourself a snack, enjoy these wonderful series and leave some love for the creative writers :)

♤ - includes sexual themes

Also, his hair is so perfect

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Time after time [60.6k+] @intrepidacious

Bucky x time witch!Reader

Summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

{personal comment: Everything about this is perfect. From the characters, to the tiniest details. I'm in love}

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Reflections @breadqueen95

Bucky x Hydra experiment!Reader

Summary: Steve and Natasha lead the fight against Hydra in 2014, they had no way of knowing just how many secrets there were left to uncover. They suddenly have one more person to add to their list as they search for Bucky Barnes.

Fast forward to 2018. Bucky Barnes is living with the team at the Avengers Compound, trying to settle into life as an Avenger and as a free man. Steve and Natasha, with the help of the third part of their leadership trio Tony Stark, have finally managed to track down the human subject that escaped four years ago.

And you...you've been on the run for four years. Desperately avoiding any detection by hiding your identity, resisting your memories, and suppressing any flicker of power raging to get out. What happens when an unexpected arrival forces you to face everything you've been running from?

{personal comment: This is the first series I've read on this app and it's still stuck in my head. It’s that good}

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Smog & Spirits @artficlly ♤

Gangsterboss!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy 1920s Gang au)

Summary: Barnes, the leader of Sootstone's Smog Boys, needs a favour. A nasty curse has been cast on him, and he needs a witch to help him break it.

{personal comment: I'm so excited about this. I love the reader's powers and the storyline is so interesting. I'll be patiently waiting for more of this delicious piece}

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Friendship is Mandatory @sarahwroteathing

Bucky x reader

Summary: With the help of a new therapist and a recklessly kind and unapologetically damaged new roommate, Bucky learns how to start living instead of just surviving.

{personal comment: I enjoyed the insights in Bucky's therapy session and how they grew a friendship. Also I love the reader's sarcasm. Would certainly love to read more of this}

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Moth to a Flame @tmpestuous

College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. There was no denying it. But after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. The only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

{personal comment: I was so anxious when I started this and it gave me so many feelings. I truly appreciate and love how soft and sweet Bucky stays even after the breakup and the way they still interact and communicate with each other. It’s beautiful and I'm so excited to read more}

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All We've Got is Time @hispeculiartreasure

40s!Window Washer!Bucky x Typist!Reader

Summary: In a world where Bucky never falls off a train and Steve lives after crashing the plane, Bucky is trying to adjust to a new peace-time normal. Spring 1946, Reader starts a brand new typist position in one of the many New York office buildings after being displaced from her factory job once the war ended. An unconventional friendship starts which leads to all the romance and fluff.

{personal comment: This is such a wonderful series, so deeply touching and meaningful. I love all these characters and interactions and even if this won't ever be continued, I'll keep it in my heart and hope people will stumble upon it, it deserves more recognition}

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Ashes to Embers @redwing4life ♤

Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x reader

Summary: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away?

{personal comment: Loved Bucky being vulnerable and letting her be there for him. I also enjoyed the teasing and the way it got so heated, damn}

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The Day after Yesterday @bombsonboard

40s!Bucky x reader

Summary: Time travel is volatile, dangerous, playing god. And then sometimes  it drops you in just the right place at the perfect time. It’s a matter of perspective. You decide.

{personal comment: This made me realize just how much I love 40s!Bucky! He's so charming and the storyline is really interesting and I'm dying to read more of it}

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The Bet @bucky-at-bedtime

College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: You’ve been at college for a year and have managed to avoid the party lifestyle. That is until you meet Bucky Barnes and he decides to educate you on the benefits of being social.

{personal comment: I love oblivious idiots in love! This is wholesome. Bucky is lovely and I enjoyed the many friendships with the others}

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Point of Ignition @sunriserose1023 ♤

College!Fighter!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: A fresh start.

That’s what you’re focusing on. You’re leaving your past behind you and starting fresh, joining your best friend at college. You’re focused on your studies and nothing is going to get in the way of you being “normal,” for once.

Enter Bucky Barnes.

The campus bad boy has his sights set on you, but you are determined not to become just another notch in his bedpost. When his best friend falls for your best friend, the two of you are stuck in close proximity, and you are set on staying strictly in the friend zone.

However, the more time you spend with him, the more you like him, and the more time he spends with you, the less he feels like hanging around anyone else. You’re set on being just friends, but Bucky has other ideas on that, and he’s determined to convince you to follow his lead.

{personal comment: So glad I stumbled upon this, I'm obsessed. I love this dynamic between her and Bucky and I can’t wait to read more}

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[enuniu]

plane of memories and golden coins

The chime of a golden coin being collected rang around the small room, it sounds reverberating off the skin of Yoosung and causing a slight shiver of excitement now that he has finally completed such a complicated level. 

His hands gripped the bright red controller in his sweaty palms, the shine gliding beside the handles and causing his ability to control just a bit harder than when he had started. His taped fingers— wrapped in colorful bandages from the countless times he tried cooking from a recipe he had found in one of Rika’s old books —pushed lightly against the small buttons as he maneuvered the pointer to enter a new realm of trees and morbid creatures on the small screen. 

Soft snores echoed against Yoosung’s back, reminding him he had to be extra quiet to let the being behind finally have the pleasure of sweet dreams or a blank slate in their mind as darkness welcomed drowsiness.

Shades of blue and purple and black painted the room beautifully; the only source of light to swirl the colors together was a small television placed on a hardwood floor, without a table to lay on. It flashes of the many different scenes happening on it— courtesy to Yoosung’s fiddling with a joystick —bouncing across the features of the blond and the redhead on the couch. 

If the young boy risked his thirteen lives he worked hard to collect for his red character to hold a clammy hand on such a rough one, experienced one: traces of hard work and tiny, white scars littered across its pale dimension, he would deny the statement. 

Because the feeling of clasping such a boy who tremors in the presence of a religious figure, who tinkers with nails and washers and gift those exact projects to his humble friends; who whispers softly in the shell of your ear— hot breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down to your spine as sweet encouragement of words and praises and love shatter your composure to hear any more of it — it’s all too much and too little and maybe the curious younger boy wanted a taste of it. 

For some time, Yoosung assumed he and Saeyoung were from the same star, the same orbit. Their values were similar in ways which when they shared the same room, it’s almost as if they collided and meshed so well together there was no need for such an imperfect balance. Instead, it was replaced with fits of giggles and boyish teases; pranks that could’ve been taken too far but the blond can’t help and hold a grudge for so long, so Saeyoung knew he always had one more chance left.

It was the way a small smile of slightly crooked teeth that dared to look his way had Yoosung’s grip hold on tighter to the collared shirt he wore too often. It was the way the redhead traced the curves of his young face, complimenting the strange color washed in his eyes and joking about how he possibly got the physical trait from a faraway being— nothing human but all the more the same emotion Yoosung held in his own. 

Saeyoung stopped pushing when Yoosung decided he had enough and pulled such a fragile boy against his chest and rubbed a shaking hand across the surface of his back. No matter how many throws and curses the other tossed his way, Yoosung took it with a grain of salt and hoped it wasn’t all true. He hoped the fumbling sentences that were wretched from his scratchy throat, were all just mere lies and thoughts the redhead had conjured up for the sake of the people closest to move; to leave and never come back because there was only one person who deserved such a far away concept of happiness.

Saeran didn’t ask for it, but Saeyoung gave and gave and—

Here he was. Stretched limbs displayed along the frayed gray couch of Yoosung’s dorm room. Strands of fiery red— (sometimes Yoosung argued with himself that it could’ve been the soft color of orange, shades of autumn and pumpkins and the sweet smell of annual treats he passed by every morning on the way to class, bright or the dark shade of) —hair framed such a peaceful face that the other hadn’t witnessed in a long time. 

There was a bowl of popcorn discarded on the flat of his stomach, almost similar to an elevator the way it descended every time a breath Saeyoung took as he brought it back down. 

He still held his hand. He no longer paid attention to the game in front and instead twisted his body around fully to enrapture such a wonderful sight to see. Yoosung brought his body closer, seeking warm, heat Saeyoung always seemed to radiate off and had the smaller one of the two melt at any slight touch. 

He played with their fingers, tangled up lazily as Saeyoung's grip was pliant and loose, not necessarily hanging on but still curling around the wrist of Yoosung’s. The soft colors that emitted from the television screens painted a nice shade along the sleeping features of the other, eyelashes cascaded low as it shadows underneath his closed eyes. 

Yoosung brought his free hand from the floor to lightly press his palm against the warm cheek of Saeyoung. His nimble fingers carefully rubbing circles on the soft skin, too scared to wake up the being beside him.

It didn’t do much though. In a matter of seconds— of moments where it was just Yoosung brushing away silent tears and coaxing horrible memories and heartbreaking betrayals to leave this desperate boy alone— Saeyoung’s amber orbs flickered open, a hazy smile matching the sleep clinging onto the corners of his eyes.

Yoosung smiled softly, thrumming the pads of his fingers more firmly against Saeyoung; an apology for waking up the other from such a comfortable slumber.

Seayoung’s tried gaze traveled the expanse of Yoosung’s own, soon noticing the bright colors across the room— snorting at the character his blond left idling, getting eaten by a black wrecking ball with chompers for teeth. 

A small laugh came with his playful look as he turned his head back to the boy in front, lifting the hand dangling, tingling with the overflow of blood and covering the same hand Yoosung still declared his property for the time being. 

“You missed a gold coin,” he teased.

The younger boy whipped his head back to the screen, eyeing the black space circled with white, no golden shining coin filling it in. 

His ears perked at another sound of laughter, this time much more awake and alive and everything Yoosung wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Though, he wasn’t going to announce that aloud and have Saeyoung get the upper hand in their little game of cat and mouse. He was quite tired of being the only one to fall for mindless jokes, regardless of whether the small white lies were obnoxious or not— Saeyoung was quite convincing when he put his mind to it: which happened to be the majority of the time. 

“You’re never going to let that down, huh?” Yoosung responded, a hint of annoyance but still too soft. Damn— he sometimes envied Jumin for keeping obvious emotions in check; Yoosung just didn’t have that power too often.

Saeyoung’s eyes crinkled at the outer corners of Yoosung’s tone. The dim light capturing the mix of brown and hazel— maybe orange, (just another thing to add to his list of Saeyoung) —as he breathed, “You’re stuck with me young one.”

Yoosung’s nose scrunched at the teasing nickname but overall gave up on starting a round of comebacks till one of them lost to fits of laughter or a bright pink shade of embarrassment.

Neither said anymore. Too lost in losing themselves in a small bubble they created with a comfortable silence and unspoken words. 

Yoosung can’t help but remember when there were times they couldn’t even share the same space. He recalls meeting up in public places; the arcade, movies, events held during RFA parties, but never at each other’s personal home— more specifically a certain stubborn redhead’s. He remembered the muscle memory he had every time Saeyoung— (or Seven at the time when none of their close-knit of friends were aware of anything more than a jokester with a skill for codes and binary numbers) —would send a ridiculous image of himself with a trail of expensive cars lined behind him and Yoosung would send a collection of annoyed emojis in response. The pictures usually held a signature peace sign formed on slender figures and glasses lowered down to the point where if Yoosung was with him at that moment, he would gladly push them back up to the bridge of his nose. 

For some time, he believed those romantic eyes of his were too focused on the newest member of their charity. Always going on about how they would protect them at any cost, never mind his own well being. 

Maybe, if Yoosung wasn’t so naive or childish, if maybe he looked a bit more closely back then, he could’ve seen the signs of an upcoming breakdown of tears and guilt of a lost brother.

No matter how many times he shook his head at the memories, pleading for them to go away because Saeyoung was with him right now. Saeyoung is no longer tied to mysterious people he once worked with who punished him with girl clothing and exhausting missions. He is no longer brought back down by the same blond woman and her loving companion whose eyes barely saw through the fog of danger. He was home and he was safe and Yoosung would be damned if they had a repeat of what happened so long ago.

“Hey,”

Yoosung wasn’t aware he blanked out. He suddenly felt the weight of warmth on his own cheek, accompanied by no other than the exact person he was thinking about. 

The blond rested his eyes back into Saeyoung’s, filled with adoration and care; everything the other didn’t have the privilege of when he was younger. 

He wanted to forget all that though. No more sad smiles and late-night cries as the moon shed her lovely light through cheap blue curtains. Saeyoung was okay. He is okay. 

And he’s right here with Yoosung, smiling just as softly.

“Hi.”

“You’re still here with me?” Leave it to Saeyoung to continue joking around even if this was a moment neither wanted to break.

Yoosung didn’t mind. He would listen to these kinds of conversations for the rest of his life he hoped.

He took hold of the hand cupping his cheek, a dark blush already forming because no matter how many times they’ve done this routine before, he would always be shy to experience such comforting affection from the redhead. He brought the exact hand to the wide expanse of his lips, pressing them lightly against the palm of it and then peppering more around calloused fingers. 

A giggle escaped Saeyoung’s mouth, no longer containing the exact same embarrassment he constantly harassed on the other.

Yoosung sighed, leaning forward and knocking his forehead against Saeyoung’s. They stared and stared and shared silent whispers of promises neither dared to say aloud.

“Yeah, I’ll always stay here.”

Amethyst eyes met hazel ones and—

“Always. With you."

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Twist the Knife

Fandom: Girl Genius Rating: Gen Summary: Zog is trying to find his footing in their new, not-so-temporary home, and stumbles across an unpleasantly familiar face. Vole has just been assigned to his new post in Mechanicsburg--and he was never one to pass up the opportunity to twist the knife.

Ao3 Link

Zog had never been one for airships. He appreciated their usefulness, but give him a horse or his own two legs any day. Airships were cold, metallic, sterile. Everything was neatly ordered, floor plans laid out with precision and forethought, rather than jumbled together as deer paths became cart roads became city streets. He'd been here less than a day and he already knew he'd be able to navigate this place with his eyes closed before the month was out.

Even the bustling crowds were wrong. Everyone had someplace to be, something they should be doing. No washer women gossiping at the fountains, no haggling with the hegglers; passing friends were greeted with little more than a nod. There was no gentle breeze, no smell of green things or bakeries or even of the people. Just metal and engine fuel and—

And—

Zog tensed, as a familiar scent reached him. A scent that belonged in Mechanicsburg—or rather, that had once belonged in Mechanicsburg. One Zog never expected to smell again.

“Hyu.”

There in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows, was none other than Vole.  

The last time Zog had seen him, he’d been half-dead from the beating the generals had given him, but still blazing with rage and hatred, spitting blood and curses as he limped away from Mechanicsburg.

Now he was dressed in a crisp white uniform and matching hat that Zog was loathe to admit was very fine indeed. He looked clean and well-fed and a nasty little smirk was curling the corners of his mouth. Even as a Jӓger, Vole had possessed a petty, malicious streak, and Zog’s temper fairly erupted at just the thought of how much pleasure this must be giving the ex-Jӓger.

“General Zog,” Vole said, and saluted. His smirk grew as Zog’s jaw dropped, and then was hidden behind a wide-eyed look of mock innocence. “Vut are you so surprised for? Ve are on the same side now. Ve both vorks--work for the Baron.”

Zog felt his hackles rising, teeth grinding together.

“If hyu tink de Baron can order us to let hyu back into de pack—” He’d call the whole thing off right now. March everyone right back to Mechanicsburg, possibly setting Castle Wulfenbach on fire on the way out. Even if it got them all killed, he would never--

But Vole held up his hands.

“The Baron is not shtupid,” he said, disdainfully. “Und Hy—I would not agree to vork with you either.”

This time, Zog caught the slip-up, and it made him notice what had been odd about Vole’s voice.

“Hyu tryink to lose hyu accent,” Zog said. His lip curled. “Hyu tink mebbe hyu can go back to beink a human? Mebbe hyu can get people to tink hyu not vut hyu iz? Get dem to like hyu?”

That hit a nerve. Vole’s lip twitched up, baring the faintest hint of teeth. Zog hoped Vole would try to hit him. Oh please let him try. All Zog needed was the slightest excuse, the merest hint of a threat, and he would break every bone in this traitor’s body and call it self-defense.

But Vole was not stupid enough. He knew what Zog wanted, and he made a show of carelessly shrugging away the comment.

“Or maybe I’m trying to move vit the times.” He sighed. “Might get tricky vit the new assignment.”

“New assignment,” Zog repeated. He felt a cold certainty sinking in his stomach.

“Hy haz been promoted,” Vole said, smugly, and adjusted his hat. “Captain of de Mechanicsburg Defense Force.”

It took every ounce of self control Zog had acquired over his lifetime to keep himself from punching that smug, delighted smile.

“I look forward to seeing vut Mechanicsburg is like now. It haz been so long—” 

“Good luck,” Zog interrupted, suddenly. Vole’s smile faltered.

“Vut?”

“Vell, ven hyu get down dere, pipple gonna start askink qvestions—vy is hyu de only Jӓger dot can be inside de valls? Mebbe hyu can come up vit some clever answer—mebbe hyu even tell dem hyu chose to leave de pack. But sooner or later, pipple vill find out vy.”

Within the week, if Gkika was as good as Zog knew she was.

Zog was pleased to see worry flash through Vole’s eyes. He would have preferred fear, but any puncture to Vole’s good mood was welcome. He scratched at his chin, as if thinking aloud.

“Dere iz a lot of Jӓgers, much too many for de Baron to keep as guards on der airships. He vill probably deploy uz all over de empire. Und hy don’t know if hyu heard, but some of de Jӓgers decided dey vouldn’t vork for de Baron. Dey left de city, but dey vent off on deir own. Dey could be anyvere.”

Vole’s smile was entirely gone.

“Dot means de only place vere de Baron can be sure hyu von’t run into any of de Jӓgerkin is de vun place ve can’t go—und only as long as ve can’t go dere.” Zog’s smile was as vicious as Vole’s had been. In as sweet a tone as he could produce with a voice as harsh as his, he said “Hy iz glad hyu is happy to go back to Mechanicsburg. Sounds like hu iz gonna be dere for a long, long time.”

Zog wasn’t sure if Vole had gone pale with rage, fear, or both—and honestly didn’t care, as long as he was unhappy.    

Vole’s fists trembled at his side, but when he finally moved, it was to stalk past Zog without a word. Zog turned to watch him go, unwilling to turn his back on a creature like that. This meant he could see Vole pause in the doorway, head popping up sharply as an idea occurred to him.

Sure enough, when Vole turned, he was smiling again, and his accent was as thick as he could possibly make it.

“Hyu tell Ognian Hy vill say ‘hallo’ to hiz family for heem. Hy’z sure dey vill be missink deir Grandpoppa.” 

Zog snarled, but before he could move a muscle Vole slammed the door shut behind himself and was gone. For a moment, Zog stood still, glaring at the door as if his gaze could bore a hole through it, and through the ex Jӓger.

His hands were shaking.

At last, he forced himself to turn away, and hurried down the hall. If he was fast, Gkika might be able to get the word out before Vole even set foot in the city. Despite everything, Zog found himself smiling at the thought of Vole receiving a proper Mechanicsburg welcome home.   

[hoonieyun]

“seven”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader “y/n” 

genre: angst

plot: your relationship with jungkook was hanging by a thread, it seemed that day by day and night after night, it was constant fighting and you felt like everything was falling apart 

warning: uhhh i think like cursing, yn and jungkook fight a lot so theres like some toxicity there

notes: jungkook’s “seven” ft latto is so good guys im going crazy, i took some inspiration from the mv for some of the scenarios and others i made up to add onto the story. also sidenote, sohee is so pretty wth ok byeee

word count: 3535

sunday

you woke up a bit late that sunday. the afternoon sun was shining onto your face from the window. you stretched your body across your bed and realized jungkook wasn’t in bed. this wasn’t something new to you, the last few weeks it seems like you guys were barely even together. you found yourself going to bed alone and waking up alone. like it had become a new routine for the two of you. scratch that, new routine for you because as of late, it hasn’t felt like there was a “two of you” anymore. 

you made your way to the kitchen where you were met with unwashed dishes in the sink, a dirty pan on the stove, and spills all over the counter. typically this would’ve made you go crazy, you’d probably go over to jungkook, yell at him, and the two of you would argue but you had grown tired. too tired to argue. too tired to fight. too tired to even bring it up. god knows where he even is. you scoffed and made your way back to bed, pulling out your phone as you decided to order delivery and not even bother getting out of bed that day. 

monday

you had forgotten you had to attend that work dinner with jungkook and his boss. so there you were, a fake smile plastered on your face as you had to greet jungkook’s stuck up colleagues. you swore that if you had to fake laugh one more time you’d break the champagne flute you were holding and stab someone.

“what’s wrong with you?” jungkook asked when his coworker walked away.

this brought you out of your thoughts and when you made eye contact with jungkook he was looking at you like you were crazy.

“what’s wrong with me? yeah, okay” you responded sarcastically and this didn’t help, at all. 

jungkook rubbed his chin before shaking his head at you, clearly upset with the way you’ve been acting all night. in your defense, you didn’t want to be there and what makes it worse is that he wants to act like everything is fine when both of you know that the two of you weren’t in the best place in your relationship at the moment. 

“look, can you at least act like you want to be here. you don’t have to talk to anyone but you can at least act like a decent human being.” he said as another stuck up prick approached the two of you.

before that man could even reach the two of you, you scoffed and walked off but not before you downed your glass of champagne and shoved it into his hand. at this point, people have noticed the tension between the two of you and you walking off only made it worse. this made jungkook extremely upset, not only did you just make a scene but the man who was approaching the two of you just so happened to be the guy that jungkook needed to sweet talk to close out a very important business deal. 

however, instead of running after you he stayed there. continued to talk to that man, as if he was more important than your relationship, and in that moment, he was more important. and you weren’t. 

tuesday

you had gotten home last night by uber and decided to drink yourself to sleep. you woke up still in your dress, even with one heel still on. you got yourself dressed in regular clothes before noticing the pile of dirty laundry you had been putting off. almost like how you’ve been putting off the inevitable. 

as you dragged your shared hamper with jungkook you threw the clothes in the washer. whites and light colored clothes first, to avoid any of them getting stained by the other clothes. when you walked out of your laundry room you caught a glimpse of jungkook still asleep on the couch. you felt a small pang of guilt strike your heart but you decided to lock yourself in the laundry room to avoid him altogether. 

after half an hour, the first load of laundry was done. when you opened the door to the washer to transfer them into the dryer you were met with what was supposed to be white clothes that were now various shades of pink. you were beyond shocked as you made sure to check that none of the clothes got mixed up. it wasn’t until you had pulled the clothes out of the washer when you saw a pair of red boxers stuck to the side of the washer. jungkook must’ve forgotten it there the last time he did laundry and now all of the white clothes were stained with pink. this made you furious. a lot more furious than it should’ve but you weren’t thinking when you stormed out of the laundry room, a pile of wet clothes in your arms, as you made your way to where jungkook was sleeping and dumped the dripping pile of clothes onto him. 

“what the hell?!” he yelled as he woke up.

“yeah, what the hell is right.” you yelled back “your dumbass forgot to take out one of your boxers from the washer and now all of my clothes are fucking pink!”.

jungkook shoved the wet clothes off of him as he stood and shook the water off of his arms and body. 

“is it that serious? it’s just some clothes!” he yelled as he made his way to the closet to grab a towel. 

“yes! it is that serious!” you yelled from behind him.

“serious enough that you need to dump a bunch of wet clothes on me?” he responded and this made you even more upset, because even though it wasn’t serious to him, it was serious to you. 

you groaned and pushed past him into your shared bedroom. before you could slam the door he finds his way in and the two of you are now staring at each other. anger in both of your eyes but not saying a thing. it wasn’t until jungkook broke the silence when all hell seemed to break loose.

“you know what, since we’re talking about things that are serious. what the hell was that about last night, huh? you make a scene in front of some very important people at my job and expect me to just forget about it?” he says, bringing up the events of last night that you had forgotten about in your drunken phase.

“i wouldn’t have caused a scene if you even remotely cared about me! i didn’t even want to be there, yet you forced me to be there and you expect me to be fucking jolly the whole time?” you yelled as you started picking up random clothes laying on the floor of your room. 

“are you kidding me?! you didn’t just make a scene, you fucking embarassed me in front of all those people!” jungkook responded, a vein starting to protrude from his neck.

“oh yeah? all those fucking people? like i give a shit! you care about those people more than you care about me. if you took some time to fucking take your head out of their asses and paid attention to i don’t know, ME? then maybe we wouldn’t have a problem now would we?” you were now throwing things at him with every word. clothes. your pillows. plushies. you even considered picking up the framed photo of you two but chose not to. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” that was all he could say. tears were threatening to pour down your face but you refused to cry. not over this, you were better than that. you took one deep sigh and walked out of your room. you hastily grabbed your keys and put your shoes on and left your apartment; slamming the door on your way out. again. jungkook didn’t follow. he stood there rubbing his temples and let out an aggravated grunt. one that you could hear as you passed the window of your bedroom as you got to your car. 

you looked up at the window, hoping that maybe he’d poke his head out and call for you. but he didn’t. 

wednesday

jungkook spent the day cleaning the house. you hadn’t come home after your fight and he didn’t know what to do. the two of you had fought before but it was never like this. one of you always apologized right after but this time it was extremely different. it felt like everything was falling apart and he didn’t even realize it until now. 

he finished doing the laundry that you had left. cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes. he even fixed the squeaky lopsided chair you had been bugging him to fix. he entered your shared bedroom and plopped down on the bed surrounded by the mess of the day before. as he laid there on your bed, he recalled the events of your fight. the way your eyes welled up with tears. the anger in both of your voices. the way you had left. and the way he didn’t run after you. 

he shifted his vision from the ceiling to the nightstand. where a framed photo of the two of you sat. you looked so pretty that day. and you still do. he thinks about how he’s barely seen you smile lately and how your smile was his favorite thing about you. 

when was the last time you smiled? 

when was the last time he called you pretty?

when was the last time you laughed?

when was the last time you hugged each other?

when was the last time the two of you went a day without fighting?

thursday

jungkook has been sending you nonstop texts. he didn’t at first. it wasn’t until today that he started sending you texts. asking where you were, when you were coming back, that you needed to talk; and when you didn’t respond to those he resorted to calling. but he was instantly met with your voicemail. 

you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. you don’t know what would happen if the two of you talked right now. would you yell again? would he yell? would the two of you just stare at each other in silence? who knows, definitely not you. 

you spent the rest of the day ignoring jungkook’s messages and calls. you were staying with your sister at the moment and even though you didn’t tell her why you were there, she knew exactly what was happening and respected your wishes to not talk about it. you don’t know what you’re doing. how did the two of you get here? everything seemed so good, you were with the love of your life and suddenly it all fell apart. 

where did it go wrong? 

friday

after you had been ignoring him, jungkook had no idea what to do. he was getting worried and had been sleepless the last few nights. he paced back and forth in your bedroom, rubbing his chin, hair disheveled, when he got a phone call. he didn’t even bother checking who it was and answered immediately. 

“yn?” he asked

“no, it’s y/n’s sister. before you say anything else, they’re fine. they’ve been staying with me” your sister reassured him and he released the biggest sigh of relief. 

“look, i think you need to come get them or at least come here and talk. they haven’t left their room or eaten or done anything since they got here. i don’t know what happened but the two of you need to talk and fix this.” she said and as jungkook processed your sister’s words to think of a response, she hung up. 

jungkook was spiraling, he had no idea what was wrong but you were clearly going through it and he needed to be there to talk to you and fix whatever was left of your relationship. the two of you have never fought like this and it was starting to seem like this was a lot more serious than he may have first thought. 

he packed a small bag of his things and made his way out of his apartment before turning around. he went back to your bedroom and took the photo out of the frame on your nightstand. he stared at the photo before he folded it and put it into his back pocket. 

saturday

“where are you going?” your sister asked

“i don’t know, i’m gonna go to the train and see whatever ticket i can get and go as far from here as possible” you deadpanned and this made your sister roll her eyes. 

“really, y/n? is it that serious?” and before she could even fully ask that question you erupted.

“YES! it is that serious! why does everyone always ask me if it’s that serious?! does it even matter if it’s not serious to you?! because it is to me!” you were yelling and your sister was starting to put the pieces together. 

“look, just be careful, okay? i love you and you can always come back here if you need to. i don’t know what’s going on between the two of you but i’m always here for you.” she responded, knowing that if she continued to question your behavior it wouldn’t lead anywhere, so she decided to reassure you instead of continuing to add onto the stress you were already going through. 

you muttered a small thanks and gave your sister a hug. 

jungkook arrived at your sister’s house and when he saw your car out front he was so glad you were still there. he knocked on the door and was met with your sister. 

“where is she?” he said pushing past your sister into her house.

“y/n?” he called for you 

“they’re gone.” your sister responded

“what? their car is right there, you don’t have to hide them; you told me to come here.” jungkook was now confused

“they left. they took the bust and went to the train station half an hour ago. they’re probably on a train by now to wherever” she explained.

“what!? you didn’t think to stop them? you just let them leave?” he made his way out of the house and back to his car.

“you think that would’ve done something? they’re hurting jungkook and if i’m being honest, it feels like it’s because of you. you’re a little too late, maybe had you not let them walk away the first time, then you wouldn’t be in this position.” she said harshly.

your sister’s words stung because jungkook knew she was right and this was his fault, but he still believed he could fix this. he made his way out of your sister’s driveaway and sped to the train station, hoping you were still there.

“here’s your ticket. safe travels!” said the lady at the ticket counter. you muttered a thank you and went to find where your section is to wait for the train. 

as you found your spot you sat down with a heavy sigh and felt like your chest was getting tighter and tighter. you felt like you haven’t been able to breathe for a few days and it’s really getting to you. 

the led sign above you changed, now indicating that the next train would be arriving in 20 minutes. you don’t even know why you’re leaving. you do know why, but you weren’t entirely sure if this was the right thing to do. all the times you’ve left without thinking twice and here you are now, thinking twice before you walk away for what it seems like could be, if not forever, for a long time. 

some time passes and a lady on the intercom announces that your train would be arriving soon. you stared at the unopened texts from jungkook but didn’t bother opening any of them. the led sign above you changed from an ETA to “NOW ARRIVING”. you gathered your things and stood up, waiting behind a yellow line as the train approached from afar. 

when the train stopped in front of you and the doors opened, you waited for the previous passengers to exit the train before you got on. just as you were about to step into the train, a voice called out for you. 

“y/n! wait!” he said

you turned your head when you saw jungkook running towards you. you made a confused face, how did he even know you were here? before you could finish that thought, you realized your sister must’ve told him where you were. 

he reaches you and pulls you out of the line. 

“what are you doing here?” you said as you pulled your arm out of his grasp

“please, just listen to what i have to say. please?” he practically begged and when you didn’t respond and simply motioned with a nod for him to continue talking, he did. 

“i know, i haven’t been treating you the best lately. i haven’t been there for you, i haven’t listened, i haven’t shown you my love, but please know that none of that has ever waivered. i love you endlessly and eternally. more than you know and more than i can show.” he finishes and you're just staring at him. 

he shifts his vision from each of your eyes, waiting for a reaction or response. he takes your hands into his and says, “please, say something.” his voice slightly breaking. 

you thought that you wanted this. he’s finally realizing what he did wrong, he’s running after you, and he’s trying to make it right. you almost gave in until you realized he hasn’t even apologized, hasn’t uttered any form of the word “sorry” whatsoever. you slide your hands out of his before you begin to talk. 

“what do you want me to say? that everything is fine? let’s go back home and go back to our life as if nothing happened?” his face goes from sad to broken.

“i needed you jungkook, and you weren’t there. you never chose me. i was never your first option. it felt like you completely forgot about me. i walked away and you didn’t even call for me to come back let alone run after me. but it’s fine. because i’m done. us? we’re done.” you calmly said as jungkook was fighting tears from falling down his face. 

you cleared your throat and the lady on the intercom called for the last of passengers to board your train before it left. you slipped something off of your hand and dropped it into the pocket of his coat. 

“bye, jungkook.” you said as you made your way on the train. 

after a few steps jungkook calls for you again and runs up to you as you’re entering the train.

“jungkook, please. enough.” you said, almost begging him to let you go.

he doesn’t say anything except he gives you one last hug. unknown to you that he’s slipped something into your bag. you pull away and as you enter the train the doors close. the two of you stare at one another and after what felt like eternity, the train starts to move, leaving jungkook behind and taking you away. 

jungkook makes his way back to his car. when he finally enters, he breaks down. tears pouring down his face as the realization of what happened is now settling in. you’re gone and he has no idea how to fix it or if it can even be fixed. 

he suddenly remembers that you slipped something into his coat pocket. he pats his coat down to feel for the object and when he feels it, he grabs the small item out of his pocket. the sight of your wedding ring only breaks his heart further as it serves as a sign that the two of you are done. 

you found your seat on the train and once again sit with a heavy sigh, this time with less tightness in your chest. you set your bags aside when you realize something was sticking out the side of your bag. confused, you go to grab the crumpled piece of paper when you recognize the writing on the back. it was the date of your wedding, followed by you and jungkook’s signature. you unfold the paper and are met with your wedding photo. 

the two of you looked so happy. your wedding day was truly the happiest you had ever been. you recalled all of the laughter and smiles. jungkook’s smile was your favorite and it’s felt like you hadn’t seen him smile in so long. you folded the photo back up and put it into your bag. 

you stared out the window, contemplating on whether this was the right decision. obviously you couldn’t just run away forever. divorce takes time and you would have to see him at some point but was running away right now the right thing to do? you had run away so many times before and he finally ran after you, so why are you continuing to run? 

maybe it’s because he’s seven days too late.

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all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

[theanonymousclown]

Hello again! I have once again randomized my playlist and created 6 all new adoptables! This time, however, there’s a catch;

The girls are no longer free! They are now 1800 robux (about 6.30 USD)! DM me if you’re interested!

Silver Lining has been claimed! She is a doomsday prepper who accidentallied herself into becoming a cult leader.

Fruit Pop is an ice cream/popsicle vendor from Filly Delphia who, through a series of convoluted events, got herself cursed to be half ice pop.

Spinneret is a seamstress working on a boat that is currently only being kept afloat through Magic and some sort of divine interference, she is very nervous about it because she cannot swim.

Washer is on hold! She is an automaton brought to life through magic. She accidentally fell into the ocean and the water filled up her body cavities, but her magic kept her alive and made the water all glittery. Some ponies say if you were to crack her open and drink the water, it would have healing properties.

Dinner Show has been claimed! She is an insomniac who works as entertainment at a dinner-and-show establishment. She is very, very tired all the time.

Analog Shock is on hold! She is an attempt at necromancy using the energy of an old, human world artifact. It worked, in that she’s alive again, but now she’s essentially a TV- you can watch media through her eyes, and if she loses connection she dies again.

[raccoonwithacoffeecup]

not sure if this fits the thread, but when I worked in food service at a restraunt everyone, and I mean everyone regardless of their role, would yell 'corner' before going around door ways and hallway corners. It was loud and people walked fast while carrying trays of things. I figured it out in my first day without any prompting, and I worked dish washer. Everyone there was incredibly sweet and just worked as such a well piled machine. I was incredibly anxious but I felt a lot more comfortable there than I think I mightve at anywhere else for my first job.

Theres something so sweet and warm about forming things like that to make everyone a little bit safer and more sure. Not intimately so, but this core desire to keep other people safe on a base line. Just general care for other human beings.

Loved my co workers at that job. Half of them didnt speak english but one of my fellow dishwashers that only spoke spanish spoke just the bare basics of ASL and so did I. The waitresses were older women who would curse out a creepy customer behind the counter out of earshot and make sure the younger waitresses and waiters didn't handle them and remind me to take a break and drink water in the same breath.

Didnt work there for long, but the stories i have about my time there are so wonderful man

doctors should do this, although perhaps with less yelling.

[drmlab]

My apartment doesn't have a washer or dryer, but it's next to the laundry room. That can be a blessing and a curse.

Other tenants often overload the washer, which then causes my entire apartment to shake. Yesterday, an overloaded washer was making a power strip sitting on my work table to rattle against the wall.

This sound was distractingly loud to a human, but I had to crank up the gain on my Tascam DR-05 solid-state field recorder to get a strong recording. As a result, it picked up sounds like the television in neighboring apartments.

This seemed like the right use case for a noise gate, so I experimented with using the ReaGate module in Reaper. It has a band-pass filter, so I was able to remove some but not all of the extraneous noise. Although this may not be good field-recording practice, it sounds more like how I heard it than the original recording.

[wickedsrest-rp]

NAME: Bean-Nighe

ALSO KNOWN AS: Washer woman by the ford, banshee (a lot of confusion)

RARITY: ★★★☆☆

THREAT LEVEL: ★★★☆☆ | Their enchanting keening can shorten the lives of those who hear it, though does not outright or immediately kill.

HABITAT: Seen around all types of freshwater, such as ponds and rivers. While not physiologically aquatic, they’re constantly using the water to wash blood off clothes. Some bean-nighe may be comfortable wandering into or even living in populated areas, living relatively benign lives.

DESCRIPTION: Related to banshees to a degree some consider them a subspecies or the same thing, bean-nighe are a type of fae often described as an old hag with one nostril, a single protruding tooth, webbed feet, and long hanging breasts; they often dress in green. Some choose to cover their frightening appearance using glamours, especially if going into town, while others embrace it. They’re most frequently seen around streams and creeks, constantly washing blood out of clothes. Sometimes these are the clothes of the soon to be deceased – their manner of predicting death – and other times it’s their own clothes, needing to be washed of spilled blood. There is significant evidence that they eat human beings, particularly children, though this is not true of all of them. Less evidence-based is the rumor that if you suckle on the teat of a bean-nighe, she’ll grant you a wish.

FATE: Bean-nighe see themselves as servants of Fate much like their banshee cousins. But while a banshee’s scream can make one’s last days terrifying, a bean-nighe believes they serve fate by making the death get there faster. Many people are drawn in by their lovely singing voices, which seem at odds with the bean-nighe’s ugly appearance; their voice is the most dangerous thing about them, inflicting curses on those who stay to listen to their funerary keening, causing accelerated aging, increasing bad luck, or other Fate-endorsed pushes toward death. 

ABILITIES: Like their Irish counterpart, the banshee, bean-nighe are also able to predict peoples’ deaths. They wash the blood off the grave-clothes of those who are about to die, conjuring up the clothes of anyone nearby whose demise they predict. For those who aren’t about to die, they draw people toward them with their enchanting keening – more a beautiful song than a piercing wail like their cousins. Those who come near to listen could end up cursed in a variety of ways, though any curse will have the end result of shortening the listener’s life, propelling them ever closer to death.  

WEAKNESS: Bean-nighe are vulnerable to iron. They heal quickly, but decapitation or injury to a vital organ will kill them. While wardens are trained to be highly cautious approaching banshees, due to the force of their screams, bean-nighe have no physical defenses and are thus easier to kill. Their song has a difficult time getting through ear plugs or other devices that can muffle or stop the sound from reaching one’s ears. A bean-nighe’s curse can be reversed in a deceptively simple way: kill the bean-nighe responsible. But once a bean-nighe lays a curse on someone, they typically move to another waterway, making them harder to find.

[outc4sts]

SOMETHING BAD HER WAY COMES,  and  the  need  to  cling  to  a  distraction  follows  ;  she  can’t  stomach  the  suffocating stillness  of  her  trailer,  craves  the  warmth  that  only  a  cat  or  human  truly  understand  how  to  provide.  so,  when  four  fuzzy  tails  slink  out  the  knackered  door  (  she  really  should  fix  that,  all  things  considered  ),  just  a  few  steps  away  from  their  next  adventure,  scrappy  owner  follows  suit.  in  the  dark,  goodbyes  are  exchanged,  all  in  feline  language,  and  roads  divide.  a  couple  of  clicks  of  her  boots  and the jingle of a bell later,  clementine  stands  on  familiar  ground,  comfort  settling  around  her  like  a  weighted  blanket.  gabi’s  reprimand,  though,  is  the  sole  culprit  behind  toothy  grin  breaking  loose  on  her  lips.  inevitable  —  the  fondness  she  feels  for  the  other  springing  into  action. 

“  never  truly  alone  …  ”  she  chimes  in  a  sing - song  voice.  it’s  what  she  believes,  after  all  …  not  a  single  second  when  the  eyes  of  the  deceased  stop  watching  or  studying  the  living,  their  cold  fingers  persistently  digging  into  her  shoulders.  “  b’sides,  i  do  know  how  to  bite,  y’know  ?  ”  her  jaw  opens  and  snaps  playfully,  teeth  clicking  together,  a  crocodile  in  the  skin  of  an  unassuming  rabbit.  “  fuckin’  bummer — ”  words  bump  against  an  invisible  wall  as  she  realizes  she  didn’t  bring  anything  to  toss  into  the  machines. a  blink,  another  blink  …  then  a  pinch  of  her  underwear  and  a  wiggle,  slipping  it  off  without  ever  lifting  tattered  skirt.  the most well - behaved she can be.  click,  door  opens, and she  continues  her  rambles  like  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary  just  happened  while  she  fills  the  starved  belly  of  a  washer  picked  at  random,  “  seems  to  me  like  the  town’s  curse  hasn’t  been  lifted,  huh. ”  is  there  a  proper  way  to  go  about  this  ?  murder,  blood,  bodies  falling,  hitting  the  pavement  …  if  one  exists,  clementine’s  tongue  isn’t  skilled  in  that  complex  dialect  —  every  time  she  speaks,  a  mark  is  missed. 

LOCATION : the laundromat  . open to everyone .

she  had  never  taken  bad  news  well  .  while  she  had  been  young  and  absorbed  in  her  own  troublesome  life  in  '99  ,  the  lastest  streak  of  murder  and  mayhem  in  red  creek  seemed  to  seep  into  her  every  waking  thought  .  gabi  had  never  slept  well  but  she  now  felt  that  she  didn't  sleep  at  all  .  she  wasn't  afraid  of  being  next  ,  afraid  of  death  ...  she  was  angry  ...  angry  at  the  sheriffs  department  ,  angry  at  the  town  hall  ,  angry  at  whoever  the  fuck  decided  what  they  got  to  know  and  why  .  this  was  her  town  and  she  didn't  know  how  she  was  meant  to  look  out  for  the  people  around  her  if  she  had  nothing  to  go  on  . late  night  at  the  laundromat  ,  the  whirring  of  machines  ,  bubbles  sloshing  in  circular  windows  as  gabi  finds  her  way  back  to  her  place  of  solace  ...  of  comfort  ,  her  pride  &  joy  .  she  had  kept  everyone  at  arms  length  for  so  long  that  she  didn't  consider  there  would  be  closeness  in  the  loss  but  it  was  still  felt  .  another  light  went  out  in  red  creek  and  nobody  really  gave  a  fuck  ...  they  all  just  stayed  and  kept  quiet  and  waited  to  be  murdered  in  cold  blood  by  someone  who  walked  amongst  them  ,  acting  like  a  friend  .  someone  like  her  father  .  her  fingers  slide  through  a  gloss  of  black  hair  as  she  makes  her  way  through  after  hanging  her  jacket  by  the  door  ,  "  you  didn't  come  here  alone  ,  did  you  ?  "  snapped  like  a  mother  at  the  unwilling  recipient  as  if  entering  the  laundromat  entitled  her  to  their  business  .  (  in  her  mind  it  did  ,  this  was  her  place  ,  open  all  hours  to  lonely  hearts  and  the  other  so  called  miscreants  of  this  little  town  of  theirs  )  .

[trueffelmaiden]

Please draw L in his washing machine

Aw well I would anon... but look, it just broke all of a sudden :(

[the-slasher-madame]

If you're still doing requests: What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol) Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially? (I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)

HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.

CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!

Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.

I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).

Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--

Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say

Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).

I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.

Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever. 

I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks

Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding. 

While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D

Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333