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i LOVE YOU ART!! ITS VERY FUNNY :D Amo las cosas que tengan que ver con el Cronus jaja

SO I HAVE A REQUEST, I want to see Aranea x cronus, I don't know, I think it would be fun to see them have some kind of relationship like their alternative versions haha. Only if you want :)

heres aranea x cronus!! if they vwere in a quadrant i think theyd be kismesis but cronus vwould probably havwe flushed feelings for her because hes a stupid idiot dumb dimb idioto i fucking hate him I HATE HIM sorry i got emotional.

he vwould also be vwery jealous of aranea for pulling meenah

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 seems your bratty behaviour led to you getting railed by your boyfriend in the back of the threatre while there's a class next door 

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"Yeah that is it — come on, bend your knees baobei fuck — that is it.”

Talisen’s husky breath pants against your ear, sends shivers down your spine. Plummeting straight to your core and boiling away at the arousal that rises every minute.

Your pussy quivers each time your boyfriend’s large cock thrusts forward and hits that specific bundle of nerves that leaves a desperate urge to moan behind. The thing is just,

You can’t.

Of course, you deserve it. Acting a brat earlier, but it was cruel of him to keep you quiet in the theatre hall specifically because there was a class in the other room.

What you dread more is that someone comes backstage and catches the two of you. The poet fucking you up against some of the props, though you doubt he’d care much. It made your tummy twist with excitement at the same time.

You gasp out when a calloused thumb presses down against your bud, swirling your arousal around your clit before applying more pressure to rub away at the sensitive bud, while he pounds you mercilessly. His thrusts shallow and painfully slow.

A moan is about to bounce off of the walls, join the wet sounds of your sopping cunt taking its favourite cock so greedily. Milking it. Like the slut you are. But a hand slaps against your mouth and a quiet hiss interrupts the blissful erotic noises your bodies make together.

“Uh-huh - ah ah, shh quiet, do not want to disturb the class, do we?"

A pair of long and slim digits press down on your lips to silence the cries and moans that emanate from your throat and beg for their freedom let out every time his hips piston up into you.

Maroon eyes narrow as they focus on the way your ass ripples every time he begins to slowly speed up the pace. The way your walls flutter to welcome him back in whenever he pulls out until the only thing left inside of you is his flaring tip.

“Ah, but truly,” he tuts

“You must enjoy this hm? A whore is very aware of her actions after all.” he sighs contently against your ear, you hate him. The grin in his voice. You can hear it and you hate him for it.

“J—Just want-te-gnhgh!” you attempt, only to end up having drool running down your chin as his fingers press past your lips and put weight on your tongue. It is getting very hard to be quiet when he is pulling tricks like these out. Your lungs are burning with the need to just let your noises out, along with your heavy breaths and pants.

“Shhhh. There we go, quiet. Like the soft serene silence of the day outside. Good girl.” He chuckles, satisfied with the cross-eyed expression he pulls from you as he begins thrusting harder, the feel of them shallow still. Yet faster. Finally.

Soft and quiet chokes cough out from your mouth, along with whines that you try to deafen as much as possible. Might as well listen to him, because he will not listen to you. Nor your nonsense. You don’t mind much either, this is exactly what you had aimed for earlier.

A bet with yourself, to see how much you can rile his arousal up.

Clenching and letting out a scattered moan, your legs shake at the feeling of him pulling out and delivering a harsh slap against your sore cunt.

His fingers pull out of your mouth, and you are turned over another prop. Put into a prone bone, and gasping at the feel of his cock fucking in and out of you over and over.

“T-Tal— ta-aha- ta- t-ahnghhh!” you stutter, tummy looping and flipping all of the right ways, while you feel your orgasm nearing. Pussy fluttering and throbbing more than previously. God, you can’t take it anymore. You just want release.

He sees it, oh he will make you scream his name as loud as possible.

With a grin his pace speeds once again, while his hands grip away at your waist. Pressing you down against the prop with his weight and keeping you in place.

The erratic thrusts brings the both of you to absolute bliss, your head reels around. Thoughts or shame gone and mind only full of him when you moan out his name and allow the slew of moans and cries that have wished so dearly to be spilt for the past few minutes.

But then you realised what you had done, and quickly, you shut your mouth and looked up at him with wide eyes. Only for them to narrow in confusion at the content smile on his face.

With a hand brushing away strands of hair out of your face. He presses a kiss to your lips and slowly begins thrusting in and out of you again. Starting out with a slow grind as usual.

“You know. If there truly was a class, baobei. Many would be in here pulling props out.” he chuckles. The deceit! You widen your eyes, only to moan loudly when he shoves you down on his cock and grind you down on him

“Y-You!” is all that you can pant, before moaning. A mewl breaking out of your throat as his hands move up to grope at your breasts through your shirt. Playing around with the nipples, before his left hand moves up to your lips and presses against them with his fingers and willing them to open for him.

The taste of your juices hits your tongue quick, leaving you squeezing and clenching around him mindlessly. Panting and whining.

“You’re so meean!” the muffled cried from you leaves him groaning.

Alongside with the vice grip your pussy always has on him, your words and whines are what really get to him. He can’t get enough of it. The contact of skin combined with all of your beautiful noises, good everything - he is depraved. He will admit to that happily.

Even as he fucks you into the pillows of one of the couch props after switching around and pushing you up on top of him, bouncing you onto him like a pretty doll. Or making you ride him just to watch you beg for him to take over again.

The way you take all of him, goodness. You could milk him dry but he is sure he’d still be leaking and willing after a few hours had passed. He adored all of you.

You were to be worshipped, each and every part of you. Truly, you are art.

The room echoed with the noises of pleasure and love all the way out to the theatre hall. Creating a symphony, the thrusts the drums, the moans the song, their skin against skin the violins the orchestra. All of it.

“can you take one more for me my dear? Jus-just one more?” the rough rasp in his voice and the quiver that is ever so evident easily steals away a slew of cusses from your lips as your juices squirt all over his cock.

You have made a clear ring around his base by now. A mixture of his cum and yours, the smell of sex, the sensual feel of his tongue moving across your skin. It twists all sorts of emotions inside of you.

Leaves you dizzy and light-headed, but you stay awake and grip onto him. So eager for more.

“Y-Yes— yes!” you whimper into his ear and swallow hard as his hips take on a sloppy and quick, desperate pace. No longer is there a rhythm, but instead a deep-rooted desperation to be closer. Have all of one another.

“I love you.” he whimpers quietly, gods. His whimpers send you to zenith, straight into the sky and heavens of bliss.

“G-Gege!” is all he gets in response. He doesn’t need more than that either. Your hips bucking into his, lips pressing to his messily, while you hold onto one another and enjoy the contrast between a warm and cold body is enough for him to know you’d say it back if it wasn’t for him fucking you full and into oblivion.

A snap of hips and a loud whine from you. He pulls your last orgasm out of you and himself. Fucking you full over and over again with the last drops of cum he has.

A back arches and cold hands move across the canvas below them. So beautiful, covered in a sheen layer of sweat that leaves you glistening.

“You are so very beautiful. The most ethereal of souls to walk this very earth my dear.” he whispers against your lips, pressing a few kisses against them before gently pulling himself out of you and lifting you into his arms. Massaging away at any aches that he may have caused from the rough to desperate lovemaking.

With gentle aid in dressing you up again, he takes you back home to his dorm and showers you. Assuring that you are taken well care of and fed.

Oh to love a poet is to find yourself in places you never would have. Such a creative mind taking you across the planes.

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Cw: Nsfw stuff, 18+ MDNI

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depends on the nature of your relationship, he doesn't care much to care for you after if it's a random hook-up.

But if you're in a relationship, he'll always make sure you are comfortable after, hydrated and clean.

He'll ask what you need at the moment and won't hesitate to give it to you until he knows you better than you know yourself and provides you with everything you need by your tells.

B: Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On him, it's his cock, straight up, a damn cocky little bastard he is knowing he's hung, loves the look in your eyes when you see the size of him every time, and loves how you always struggle to take him.

On you, It's your legs, love how they feel when they're wrapped tight around him to keep him close, loves feeling them up and down, your thighs, and calves.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Loves to cum on your skin, mixing his scent with you so that people know you are his for as long as possible.

Loves when you cum on his face and tongue so he can taste you directly from the source

D: Dirty Secret

He's been to many orgies in his times in Illyria, taking more males there than females, has dominated both Rhysand and Cassian.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got 500 years of experience in pleasuring his partners, he knows exactly what he's doing.

And he's very good at it.

F: Favorite Position(s)

Good old missionary, loves to look at your face contort in pleasure as he takes you.

Cowgirl, he loves watching you on top, bouncing on his cock, gripping onto the talons of his wings, head tipped back.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He's always been serious during sex, especially during a scene with you.

But if something goes wrong, he's started to make jokes about it after making sure you are alright and to make a lighthearted atmosphere.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

A mess of hair as a teen, didn't much care for how his hair looked.

Grew to properly groom his hair, and doesn't really care how you keep yours.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Is very loving and gentle during soft sex.

Not so much expression on his face during play.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't really have to use his own hand when he had yours.

Only masturbates while he is on a mission and away from you

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Corruption - He had a thing for messing up the innocence of his mate, loves how much of an experimentalist you are, willing to try most things he suggests

Bondage- Leathers: loves Illyrian leathers on you, loves the feel of the leather.

Chains: likes to chain you to his bed and his dungeons, chains over your throat for breath play and he licks over the cold chains on your neck.

Ropes: Hogties you on his bed, loves watching you struggle knowing the ropes would leave burns, then after, kissing over your wrists and ankles.

Dacryphilia - Your tears turn him on, loves your tears streaming down your face whenever he takes you rough, at a punishing pace mostly when you try to flirt with other males to get a rise out of him.

Erotic asphyxiation - Loves forcing air out of you, with his hands, pulling on chains to mark your neck up.

Gagging - Gags you with his fingers and cock, loves the sound of you choking

Blood play/Knife play - Uses truthteller on you, cutting your skin just enough to make you bleed, watching the blood spill and healing back up, carving his name into your abdomen.

Shadow play - His shadows LOVE you, just as much as he does, they love to play with you, make you cum, tie you up, and keep his cum inside you.

Public sex - Fingering you anywhere, making you be quiet as he makes you cum on his hands, then walk away nonchalantly.

Sadism - Adores seeing you in the constant pain and pleasure that he causes.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Prefers his bed and his dungeons, but will take you anywhere if he is horny enough, and has taken you everywhere at least once.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, just you, everything about you gets him going, especially your eyes and the way you look at him

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will be wary of anything you aren't downright enthusiastic about.

Will stop if you close your bond with him during play, he needs to have you open your bond with him at all times so he can feel what you're feeling.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both, has an obsession with hearing your whines as he keeps making you cum on his tongue.

And with the sound of you gagging on his cock.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He prefers to be rough in most settings, it's the Illyrian rage he fucks out on you.

Is sensual when it's intimate, soft lovemaking for your anniversaries, important times for you both.

Or when you ask depending on what you want.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Prefers to take his time with you, and make you cum hard over and over again.

Will have a quickie if either of you is in a hurry and doesn't want to pass an opportunity to taste you.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You two take so many risks in your sex life.

You love the thrill of getting caught.

He prefers to sometimes fuck you on the door of Nesta and Cassian's room so that you can cry out directly in their room, as payback to everything they kept him up with their noises.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

Loves nothing more than being inside you.

Things don't end until you want them to, until all your holes are dripping with his cum, your legs shaking hard for hours after

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Less "Toys" and more like torture devices, he uses those things to bind you up.

Paddles, whips, vibrators, dildos, gags, he had everything you might want.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's very fair, a little too fair, things didn't end till you cum so many times it's painful.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not really loud, but growls and groans in your ear

W: Wild Card

He loves sharing you with people, Nessian, Feysand, Eris, Lucien, and anyone you want.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

MUSCULAR

Every inch of him has muscles, thick arms, legs, cut torso.

Biggest wingspan, obviously.

When you first gripped his cock while busy making out with him, you thought it was his arm.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very High

Especially after accepting your mating bond

He needs to be inside you as much as possible

He is dtf anytime, unless you don't want to

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He first wants to make sure you're comfortable.

After you are, he sometimes helps you sleep, whether singing to you or giving you a small massage.

He falls asleep to the sound of your comfortable breathing.

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Extra DRDT CH2 Episode 12 Thoughts

Heya! After making my last post where I just live-blogged my immediate reaction to the episode, I had a few more thoughts that I figured I should write down somewhere. They’re all too small for their own posts, but I still think they’re worth sharing.

Spoilers for CH2 EP12

CW: Murder, hanging, suicide.

The Water Thing

This episode brought up two interesting points which had rarely, if ever, been discussed within the fandom: Arei’s body swinging, and her body temperature and its connection to water. And while I’m relatively sure I saw one or two people mention the swinging at some point, the temperature issue is certainly a new one.

The swinging was explained in the trial: Arei’s body was hung shortly before it was found. But J says something interesting; the corpse should have been warm, unless it was drenched in water and dried. Paraphrasing a bit, but you get the point.

However, I actually don’t think this is a big deal, just adds a slight addendum to previous murder theories. We know the killer dumped the fish in the playground to confuse time of death, so I believe the killer likely splashed Arei with the water to cool her down. This is assuming they even thought about the body temperature, but I don’t think this is a large assumption to make.

I have seen people claim that Arei’s hair looks somewhat wet in the BDA, which… maybe? Anyways, this idea would explain that as well.

This might even give us Possible Explanation Number I Lost Count for the damn missing glove. Maybe it got particularly wet and the culprit worried it wouldn’t dry quickly enough? If people discovered a dripping wet bowling glove, the whole “using fish to confuse the time of death” thing would kinda go straight out the window. I have no idea if that makes any amount of sense, I don’t see why the glove would dry any slower than the rest of her clothes, but oh well.

Arturo’s Talent, and his Recap Foil: Levi

(Here’s the link to the original Recap Foil Theory post by gleamingtempest, in case you don’t know what I’m talking about).

Kinda forgot this was a thing when first watching the episode, but now looking back on it, there’s some neat foiling going on. Levi and Arturo’s backstory already were somewhat opposites in some aspects: Arturo got away from home himself while Levi was disowned, though Levi seems to hold a higher degree of respect for his family in comparison to Arturo. Levi is (now confirmed!) a murderer with no remorse, while Arturo accidentally caused Felicity’s death to some extent and clearly feels guilty about it. Etcetera.

Well, we can add a new detail to this foil! Arturo’s been training his talent since he was twelve, while Levi has admitted since introduction that he’s “a novice to fashion.” Neat detail, and certainly adds to this theory.

Terumin VS Xanvid

Thanks to Haru for pointing this out, but Teruko’s “I’ll fix my mistake” echoes Min’s “I’ll fix your mistake” from her Argument Armament. As I mentioned in the linked post, it’s cool that Teruko is taking a sort of Min-like attitude to her mistakes while calling Xander out, while David is taking Xander’s side in the same trial he calls Min pathetic. Foils and all that.

(Doomed Yuri V Doomed Yaoi, fight!)

This makes me hopeful that Min will still have some importance later. But I’m probably just coping.

What Was David Cooking?

I am kinda sick of talking about this man, frankly. I blame the almost three hour video I made on his MV. But oh well, he’ll stop being center focus soon enough. For now, His Deal is still one of the most central aspects of the episodes, so discuss him I will.

There are two big points of contention with what he said this trial. First, what does he remember about Xander? Second, what was he actually trying to do by pretending to be Arei’s murderer?

The first is pretty simple to assume, I think. David remembers whatever Xander did to become the Ultimate Rebel, and respects him as a result. Especially since Xander’s numeral I in LGI, the Footnote 14 code solved by y-prime, is “I have always looked up to you.”

I don’t think David has Hope’s Peak memories, despite his weird wording with “even if you all lost a year of memories.” He specifically says he and Xander had never met in his Prologue introduction, before they had any real reason to believe they’d lost memories. The LGI video also doesn’t add anything, because… well, it’s not a Milgram MV. It doesn’t come from his memories, it exists purely in meta. This is evident from the comments referencing Byakuya, Nagito and Kokichi, characters these people should have no knowledge of as Veronika claims not to remember anything like the DRDT killing game happening before; certain references to conversations and details David shouldn’t be aware of (mainly in numeral placement), etc.

(While I was writing that, the dev seemingly clarified that David does not have Hope’s Peak memories, then deleted the tweet, so. Just in case, there’s the full reasoning)

The second one is trickier. David is following Xander’s ideals, but that’s all we know. We don’t have a concrete idea of what Xander’s ideals really were, and it’s even harder to know what David thinks Xander’s ideals were.

David: I’m sure he had a good reason. I believe that he did. Xander is not the kind of person to do anything for frivolous purposes.

He believes Xander had a good reason for trying to kill Teruko, he says he’s sure of it, but he never implies to know exactly what the reason was. And if he doesn’t know the exact reason, he can’t for sure say what ideal Xander was upholding by doing what he did.

But, he knows what Xander was trying to do; kill everyone. Because if it was just Teruko, he wouldn’t have tried to mislead people with the CD thing. Although, Xander was following that one note that said to “kill Teruko Tawaki,” so it could potentially be targeted.

So, taking credit for Arei’s murder to try and kill everyone is because Xander tried to do something similar. But the deeper reason he gave, about the nature of the killing game, is it true?

(Apologies in advance for the particularly horrible collage. I am without a reliable computer atm)

David [Annoyed]: Ugh, fucking fine. You want an answer so badly? Any answer?

[Face covered] …

I…

[Sweating] Ah… We’re… in a television show, after all. That’s… what MonoTV said, right?

“Entertainment” is an ongoing show.

If Min successfully got away with the very first murder and escaped while we all died, isn’t that way less interesting for a TV show?

What’s the point of roping 14 other people into one murder, only to kill them all off immediately?

The killer is supposed to fail and get executed. We’re all supposed to catch the killer, again and again, and participate in trial after trail. You’re *supposed* to try to survive.

All of you, who are trying to slice these class trials to continue living on are playing straight into MonoTV’s hands.

[Confident] As if I’ll accept that.

I don’t care how low I’ll sink, or how despicable I’ll have to become. I’ll do anything to carry on Xander’s ideals by ending this killing game, even if it means that I have to dirty my hands.

Oh, this man is lying out his ass.

This is not an answer you hesitate over if it’s true. The words David is saying are neutral; the show is meant for entertainment, and it’s not entertaining if people die early. There’s no controversy there, no reason to be nervous. Especially since Eden’s already come to the same conclusion.

Veronika: You know, Eden once thought of an interesting plan to end the killing game. Based on everything we know, it could theoretically work.

[…]

To make a television show so boring they have no choice but to shut it down.

All we have to do is nothing.

You’re not supposed to be sweating when you’re effectively repeating something Eden said, even if under a different context.

First, David says he’ll give “any answer”, already making anything he says shady. Then, he seems to deliberate on what to say, which is already suspicious.

The most notable thing is that when he starts talking about the TV show, and what it means for it to be entertaining, he still hesitates. If his plan really was to make the TV show boring, once he decides to spill the beans, there’s nothing to hesitate about.

He only regains his confidence at the end, ironically when he’s saying the actually insane stuff. He finally finds the character he was trying to play and actually says something true; he wants to uphold Xander’s ideals and end the killing game. But I really don’t think it’s because he wants to make it boring.

In other words, he’s not lying about wanting to follow Xander and end the killing game, but his explanation about the entertainment has nothing to do with that. It’s way too simple of an explanation for the amount he hesitates. At least, that’s what I think, I may be wrong.

That brings us to the question; if he didn’t take the blame to make the game boring, why did he do it?

Well, currently and without too much confidence, I believe it has to do with Xander’s secondary goal; killing Teruko Tawaki.

One of the most well-accepted theories in the community is that David’s secret, “everything in your life is worth killing over [and] the killing game is all your fault,” isn’t Xander’s, but Teruko’s.

(In fact, side theory: I’m betting (on little evidence) that by the end of the trial, it will be David with his fanboy knowledge to point out that the “survivor’s guilt” secret that Min “received” was actually Xander’s, and reveal by process of elimination (since it’s likely going to be revealed in the trial that Hu has Veronika’s secret and Veronika has Hu’s, assuming those theories are true) that Min has the poison secret. It’s a bit of a wild prediction, but I think it’s a reasonable possibility to how the series would go about confirming the secrets of the dead)

That, combined with the fact that Xander followed a note that told him to kill Teruko, would certainly be enough for David to decide that Teruko’s gotta die. And killing everyone in the class trial is probably the best way to ensure that happens, since David probably doesn’t hunk attacking her directly is a good idea. If Xander, physically the strongest student in the cast, couldn’t get past Teruko’s luck, what the hell is David supposed to do? Especially now that she carries a knife, though I’m not sure David knows that.

It’s not even that out of nowhere; in the LGI video, Teruko’s numeral XIII appears next to a quote regarding the child of Omelas among other things. Very long story (skip to 1:22:22 in this video for the full explanation), but the child of Omelas is someone who must suffer so everyone else can live in a perfect world. It’s possible David thinks of Teruko, for one reason or another, as the Omelas child; she’s gotta die so everyone can be happy. She is someone “deeply unloved” after all.

Now, is this a stretch? Certainly. But I don’t think David’s telling the truth about his motivations, and I think this is one of the more likely options as to what exactly he was cooking here. I’m sure there’s better explanations out there, I just haven’t seen them :v

David VS Whit

I kinda skipped over the “Red Herring pun to David Freakout” line at first, but I think it’s pretty interesting that David gets so mad at Whit’s behavior. They are Recap Foils, so it makes sense they’d have strong emotions towards each other.

In particular, I’d like to point out how David gets mad at Whit for something similar to what he does as a motivational speaker.

I mentioned it in the previously mentioned section of my LGI analysis, but I believe part of the reason David hates Teruko is that he sees himself in her (pessimistic, thinks the world won’t change, etc), and this would be the other side of that. David constantly says things he doesn’t believe to make people happy, and he considers that to be pretty stupid, so it makes sense for him to get frustrated when seeing Whit doing something similar, trying to raise spirits by telling jokes. Looking at Whit is sorta like looking in a mirror, and David hates that. The mirror in LGI is labeled “reflection is due” for a reason.

I’m not fully sure this works 100%, but I think it’s at least worth considering.

Updates on Eden!Culprit Levi!Accomplice

In case you’re new here, here’s a link to my post detailing the Eden!Culprit Levi!Accomplice theory, which I came up with alongside some other theorists, and is what I currently believe the murder to be. My thoughts on possible character motivation and the such have shifted a bit since then, but the important part is the physical evidence. In particular, the combination of Lockdown Logic to determine Eden most likely took the tape from the gym and the Fish Timeline to determine someone else must have helped her get the fish, combined with the overly complicated murder method which I describe in detail, leads me to believe Eden is the blackened, and Levi helped her kill Arei.

I’m not going to talk about other theories, I’ll let the dedicated theorists perfect them with the new evidence in their own time. But, how does this theory change?

On the surface, uh, not much. We haven’t talked method much, after all.

(Side note, I know some people are bothered by how long that’s taking, and while I kinda get it, I’m not bothered by it. We’re in no rush; I prefer it if all the character conflict is addressed at some point, even if it delays talking about the actual method. Better than it going unaddressed, after all)

The only change is adding that they splashed Arei with water to hide her body temperature, but as discussed, that’s a minor change.

The big wrench thrown into this theory is the end, because… I’ll be honest, dear audience, I have no clue what Levi’s cooking here. Like, at all. Zero read on why he’s revealing his secret. I could try to speculate, but I can’t find any fully satisfactory answer even outside the Levi!Accomplice theory. Nothing makes sense to me, so I’ll just wait for the next episode before trying to read into it.

There is one unrelated thing I want to bring up, though, and it’s related to Levi’s possible motivation. I know this is one of the biggest sticking points in the theory (obviously), so I’d like to talk about it.

As a refresher: although alternate ideas have been offered, my current guess is that it has to do with his desire to be a good person, and the fact he considers Eden a good person. Cue the whole “A Good Person” hidden title behind “All That Glitters.”

Levi: Perhaps I messed up yesterday. But I want to move on. I want to keep trying to become ‘a good person,’ like you, Eden.

The idea goes like this. Levi thinks Eden is good, and so he wants to do good by her. Based on the secret quote in the code of his character page, we can tell he prefers to speak through actions. He’s a bold action man, and that can cause him to come off as heartless.

Levi: I always believed that a person is defined by their actions alone. But maybe that’s just a poor excuse for my heartlessness.

My personal theory (again, other Levi motives are possible) assumes that Levi believes someone will win the killing game eventually (and this is an assumption, I won’t deny it), and if only one persona can escape, he’d rather it be Eden than anyone else. Again, “good person.” Levi will die, sure, but unless he becomes a blackened himself, he’s going to die regardless whenever someone gets away with murder.

Now, this isn’t anything drastically different than what I said in the theory post, so why am I bringing it up?

Well, the thing is… Doing something horrible, throwing away your own life and those of most of your peers, all for the sake of the one you’ve deemed to be “a good person”…

Now where have I heard that before?

David: But doing “good” things requires sacrifice. Sometimes that sacrifice is being seen as a good person.

Even if doing something makes you hated, if that action is for a greater good, then it’s an action you have to take.

Xander is a good person. He’s the only good person I’ve ever known. I swear, I’ll follow in his footsteps and—

Huh. Funny how that works.

My point is that not only is “doing good by the only good person here” now a pre-established line of reasoning these characters can have, Levi doing such a thing for Eden would be a very interesting parallel to what David tried to do for Xander.

This isn’t evidence, to be clear. Just because one guy does it, doesn’t mean a completely unrelated dude is gonna do it too. But I’m calling it now as a potentially interesting parallel to explore, either in canon if I’m right or, like, an AU if I’m wrong :v

That said, I will point out that Hu’s capital G Girlboss Moment is directly after this, the one where she chews David out for deciding what’s best for all of them without consultation. And a little bit afterwards, Levi starts acting weird, apologizing for being useless, revealing his secret, etc. These two things could be connected, if Levi is, like, having second thoughts after that.

I could see a world where Levi’s trying to bring the conversation towards the right answer without fully committing to it, only for something or someone to somehow convince him back to accomplice-hood middway through it. I find that immensely unlikely, to be clear, but again, I genuinely have no idea what Levi’s trying to do right now, so.

All in all, a pretty neutral episode for this theory. Next one could completely break it, though, so I’m excited. I might have to come up with new theories! >:D

God I missed DRDT. And the only drawback of coming back is re-opening LGI trauma :D /silly

Anyways, thanks for reading! See you on the flipside!

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The Morgue

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Dear Readers,

Yep. This is it. Eternal's last chapter (at least for now). Thank you for sticking around for so long, I appreciated each and every one of you for reading this story and interacting with it! And thank you beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for reading draft after freaking draft of this story for months now; I look forward to collaborating with you in the future.

The ending is kind of open ended, and I acknowledge this may frustrate some people, but I promise I'm not gonna pull a Netflix and drop this series on a cliffhanger (looks passive-aggressively at Netflix). Whatever happens next is for tomorrow; today, without further ado, here is the conclusion to Eternal!

TW/CW: death of a major character, aftermath of death of a major character, gore /graphic descriptions of a corpse, blood, emotional angst (I think?), nonconsensual nudity, slave whump /transfer of ownership, defiant whumpee, creepy whumper

Khaled was more than a little concerned when he woke up the next morning and his master’s bedroom was still empty. He was downright worried that he had not heard even a word from him by midday. This is so unlike him, Khaled thought as he checked the spare phone for any text messages he might’ve missed in the night. No new messages. Where is he?

He went to his room and retrieved his hidden cellphone from the place he had hidden it. There was one new message from Julio, but Khaled quickly swiped past it to text the one other contact he had on this illicit device.

To: Nic-Nac Have you seen the Boss today? He didn’t come home last night.

The subtle click of the door unlocking made his heart jump into his throat. Khaled quickly hid the phone away, bolted into the living room, chucked off the blanket, and assumed a perfect kneeling positon by the entrance, back straight, chest out, palms down on thighs, just as he’d been trained. His heart sank as the door opened and a man who was definitely not his master entered the apartment.

“Throw a coat on and-” Underboss Luca dropped his gaze down at Khaled once he realized he was not at eye-level. “Oh, right,” he groaned, punctuating his comment with a dismissive eye roll. “Should’ve known you’d be on your knees.” Khaled’s cheeks flushed bright red. “Get up and put some clothes on, we need to go to the morgue and identify a body!”

The last part of that command jolted Khaled out of his conditioning as abruptly as a kick in the teeth. “Wait, what?!” he asked, straightening up from his kneeling position.

“Just get dressed and come with me!” Luca said. He fumbled around his pockets until he found a small key. “You know where the safe is; get your clothes, and let’s go,” he instructed, tossing it to Khaled.

The young man caught it and dashed to the safe in the master bedroom, unlocking it and sprinting with the pile of clothes in his arms to change in his own bedroom. As he quickly dressed, he had an unshakeable feeling of dread. Thomas not coming home at all last night, no communication this morning, Luca coming over, and now this trip to the morgue –it was all adding up. If his master was truly dead, then he had no idea if or when he would be back at the apartment.

Khaled saw the designated hiding space for his cash jar out of the corner of his eye. He yanked it out and emptied it onto the bed, quickly folding and stuffing the dollar bills into every pocket, fold, and crevice of his outfit he could manage. Lastly, he grabbed his forbidden cellphone from its hiding place and jammed it into his pants pocket as he sprinted out to meet his foreboding feeling head-on.

Luca filled him in on the details as they drove to the morgue. A little after six in the morning, a bloodied and mangled body had been found hanging upside down from a crane at the dockyard. The ID in the dead man’s coat pocket had identified him as Thomas J Costa, but his face was barely recognizable beneath the blood and gore. The forensic pathologist would need a positive ID on the dead man’s corpse before they could tell the coroner to issue the death certificate for Don Costa, hence the need for Luca and Khaled to come down to the morgue.

“You know, if it is Tommy-boy on that slab, all of his assets will immediately be transferred to my control,” Luca reminded him, snaking an arm around the young man in a feigned gesture of comfort as they walked to the entrance of the morgue. “All of them,” he whispered. Khaled bristled under the other man’s touch as Luca moved his hand downwards. He did not miss the hidden meaning of those words. He jumped a little as Luca experimentally groped his ass on the way through the entrance.

The forensic pathologist met the men, their androgynous face set into a grim expression. “Next of kin for Mr. Thomas J Costa?” they asked. Both men nodded. The pathologist waved at them to follow them. “I gotta warn you though, he’s not a pretty picture. I cleaned him up as best I could, but just be prepared.”

No forewarning could’ve prepared Khaled for what he saw when the sheet was lifted from the corpse on that autopsy table. He recognized the cold gray eyes that now stared unseeingly up at him, the telltale scar at the man’s left temple, and what remained of the skull and snake tattoo on the man’s left pec, but that was about it. The rest of his master’s body looked as if wild animals had gotten to it. His usual dirty-blond hair was stained a coppery red, matted in places with clotted blood. There were cuts, bruises, and even burns scattered around his face, disfiguring it into something near unrecognizable. A long, jagged cut ran from his jugular down to his sternum, deep crimson with coagulated blood that had long since stopped bubbling from its schism. Deep gashes of a knife punctured his upper body and torso. His privates were…gone… and his legs from upper thighs to ankles were littered in cuts and bruises. The soles of his feet looked as if they had been burned away. Merely looking at his feet made Khaled feel faint, so he let his eyes travel back to Thomas’ face. The man’s dull gray eyes stared up at him.

“Well, is this him?”

“Yes,” Luca answered solemnly. He quickly swiped a hand over his eyes and took a breath to compose himself before turning to Khaled.

No matter how much he wanted to, he could not tear his gaze from the man’s dead eyes. He gave a small nod, at a complete loss for words otherwise. The pathologist merely answered a quiet “okay” before draping the sheet back onto Don Costa’s mutilated body, shielding Khaled from those steel gray eyes forever.

It’s finally happened, he thought. Master is dead… Instead of hope, or sorrow, or anger, or even a sick sense of satisfaction from witnessing this karmic justice, Khaled searched within himself and found nothing. He felt nothing, and then he questioned what kind of person he was, to feel nothing.

“Khaled, hey, Khaled…” a faint voice called out to him through the fog of his mind. Khaled stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move as he stared down at the veiled corpse.

“Khaled, sweetie, it’s time to go.”

He’s dead now, which means…which means what? The feeling of Luca roughly pulling him away from the autopsy table and dragging him back the way they came answered his own question for him. All the while, Khaled took shelter in his thoughts, not even fighting back as he tried to process what he just saw and what it meant for him. The man who had fed me, clothed me, given me everything is dead, and now, what am I?

“Well, it looks like you’re mine now,” Luca announced, pulling on his leather gloves as they exited the morgue and stepped into the parking lot.

That snapped Khaled out of his mind quick. The man who had once openly said he would’ve taken him while he was still a minor flashed him a small, sad smile. “Of all the ways I could’ve gotten you, this is the last one I wanted,” he admitted. He raised a gloved hand to Khaled’s face, gently caressing his cheek with leather-clad fingers. “But maybe, together, we can help each other process our loss.”

No. Khaled shook his head. Luca’s soft caresses quickly hardened into a crushing grip on his face. He drew him in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re mine now, Khaled,” he growled, glaring into the young man’s eyes. “I never approved of the erratic, unpredictable way Tommy treated you, and I promised myself that when it was my turn, I would be better.” Khaled’s hands scratched at Luca’s arm, which only served to tighten the hand around his jaw. “But not if you’re going to fight me the entire time!” He drew Khaled in closer, too close for comfort, as he maintained that crushing grip on his face. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna be a good boy for Master, or are you gonna make me hurt you?”

Letting go of Khaled’s face to allow him to answer was the greatest mistake Luca would make. With a fierce desperation to die rather than be owned by someone far worse than Thomas, Khaled drew his head back and collided their skulls with a crushing force. Both men withdrew from each other, each groaning in pain as they held their heads, but Khaled recovered from the head-butt first, and used the ten-second head start to make a run for it out the parking lot.

“You bitch! Get back here, you stupid little slut!” and various threats of bodily harm were shouted at him as he ran. He kept running, even when he rounded the corner and an exposed piece of chain-link fence grazed his thigh, nipping the skin enough to draw blood. He kept running, even when he wasn’t sure which streets he was running down as he single-mindedly sprinted ahead, most definitely lost. He kept running, even as the tears blurred his vision and the cold air stung his throat and lungs, and every time he tried to blink back his tears all he saw were those cold, dead eyes staring up lifelessly back at him. He kept running.

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NSFW alphabet - HABIT emH

-Cross posted on ao3-

CW: explicit/18+ content below the cut, A lot of kinks are implied but not directly mentioned and there is probably things I could add in here but I'm too lazy, just know it's kinky and smutty and all that jazz

Author's Note: this is the first thing I've written in a while and most of it is just me yapping. I tried to go over it and fix any mistakes but I've been too tired to properly proofread it. I also tried to keep it mostly in character but Habit is just such a questionable character it's rather hard to make it not end up being ooc. Gender neutral but made with afab body parts in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I would like to think there would be a little bit but tbh it seems like a no. He'd probably make you see stars and then go straight back to murdering people or something <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His : hands. This fella probably has hands that would be on the larger side (which is shocking) and he just loves that, he can do so much more whether it's wrapping a hand around your wrists to hold them together or something else (that I can't think of rn😔 I'm too tired) he just loves the fact that it gives him more control

Partner : thighs, hips. I don't really have a good reason for this, he just seems like the type of guy to love leaving handprints from grabbing too hard on thighs 😇 similar to the thighs part, he probably just loves gripping onto them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he cums inside, there's no denying it. He'll say things like "'gonna fill you up so good, m'kay, rabbit?" I don't even think he would be that big on breeding but my god does that man love seeing his seed dripping out of you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jerked off and came into a pair of your underwear and put it back into your drawer. He would be soossososoooo obsessed with the fact that you'd end up not realising and wearing them will they were still dirty

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Habit knows his stuff and I stand by that. Evan, not so much. From being in so many different people's bodies he has to have gotten some action. He was probably pissed off when he realised Evan's body couldn't take as much as he would like to.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Literally any as long as he can grab at your ass, or thighs, or hips. Also doggy style occasionally because he just loves absolutely pounding down into you, shoving your face into a pillow and going to town.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(This is more my Evan hcs bcuz yk its his body n stuff !!)

Naturally doesn't have much hair down there besides a little happy trail

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

honestly, canon habit probably would not give a fuck, as long as he gets to cum then he is fine but I'm a fanboy and dont care, i like that anyway :3

on the more ooc side, I think if he was truly inlove with you he would try to be more romantic but it's hard for him considering his violent nature

He would always try his best to make sure you have a nice (well...as nice as getting your brain fucked out of you can be) time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he is shameless. He will leave a room and go to the bathroom or something and have a wank, he doesn't care if people in the other room hear him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

CHOKING. He fucking loves choking people because he likes the way they try to grasp for air. The light leaving their eyes is enough to get this man GOING.🥰 he loves pain, inflicting it mainly. I think it would be kinda obvious considering his...occupation, if you will. He is big on corruption. He just loves turning a little innocent "rabbit" into the freakiest person :3

I could go on and on about his kinks but I'm trying to contain myself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Despite popular belief, I think he probably prefers being in his own house, but he would do it anywhere in the house.

If he is reeeally horny then he might pull you into an alley or something for a quickie

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything you do will turn him on. I'm leaving it at that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Im a strong believer that tbis man likes everything no matter how weird but maaaybe like scat n stuff, I can just see him not really being the biggest fan of things like that, he probably thinks it's too gross (and will say that while being covered in like 6 different peoples blood)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, Face fucking is one of his favourite things. Everything from how you look in the aftermath of it, to (going back to the choking thing) Your eyes rolling back as he just shoves his cock down into your throat.

Although he likes receiving, I think he would be pretty good at giving. It's almost like a wasted talent of his.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I don't even know why I have to say this but he definitely is rough ASSSSFFFFF. He will plow into you like there's no tomorrow. If he is feeling really cruel he will go super slow at first, only moving very slightly, making it almost like new form of torture.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he is even slightly pent up he most definitely will let it out. He seems like the typa guy that hates being sexually frustrated and he HAS to have some sort of release to calm him down or he is just rougher later on in the day.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is down to try everything and if I'm being honest he probably has already tried everything, and I genuinely mean every single thing a person could like. This isn't to say he likes everything, but he does probably enjoys mostly everything being the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 he is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could and would go all day, all night. Unfortunately, he has other business to attend to. (Brutally murdering people 😍)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh brother, he has toys, TOO many toys. Mainly to use on other people but I can see him using a vibrator on himself on occasion. He also would own everything that could he used for bondage, which also happens to come in handy when he gets a bit silly and kidnaps people ! This is kind of random but I can see him loving nip clamps.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

So much, too much. I personally would not be able to stand the amount that he would tease, and I can put up with more than the average person. He is just a cruel motherfucker.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I can't imagine him being very loud. Evan whimpers, Habit himself wouldn't WANT to but that's the price that he has to pay when he uses other people's bodies.

He will talk and whisper dirty stuff into your ears most of the time but sometimes if he has had a bad day and is just really angry he will just shut up and get it over with.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves putting you in your place, even the slightest little bit of back chat and you are done for.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think he would be pretty average in size, maybe even slightly smaller considering Evan's height, but he would make up for it in other ways.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It doesn't take much to get him going so even just the simple act of bending down infront of him, whether it was purposely or not, and he will have you bent over.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Habit himself wouldn't be tired because of the whole being an entity but he would realise "oh shit this body is so tired" and he would just force himself to go to sleep.

[tanasha-not-yet]

*spits out the tea*

*sigh* do you want to see my shitty attempt at giving catwalk a nipple piercing

Y E S !!!

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problem | myg

pairing: min yoongi x darksided!reader summary: yoongi’s got a problem, and she’s dressed like elvira hancock. type: drabble, suggestive fluff (?) au: darksided; halloween; established relationship rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) word count: 1k cw: yoongi’s on his tony montana, more money/more problem shit shit; afab!reader dressed as female character (elvira hancock); no smut but definitely suggestive thoughts/statements; kissin’, gropin’, nibblin’. a/n: happy halloween! i didn’t plan this, lmao. this is partly to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the darksided series. you don’t need to have read the series to read this drabble, but context is fun 😌

For the past eight years, Halloween has been spent on the couch, eating candy straight out of a party-sized bag and watching movies. A low-key holiday for low-key people, both of whom prefer going to bed at a reasonable hour over getting stupid into the wee hours of the morning. 

It’s been your favorite holiday for the better part of a decade for that reason — the lack of pressure and commotion, as well as the guarantee of quality time spent in the comfort of sweatpants. It’s nice, doing fuck all with the person you love doing nothing and everything with. Nobody has ever caught you complaining; and they never will.

This year, to your shock and awe, Yoongi bucked your expectations for the millionth consecutive time. Not only did he RSVP “yes” to a Halloween party, he decided that you would both attend in costume.

Apparently, one of the multitudes he contains kind of likes the idea of coordinating outfits with you.

You damn near fell over when he brought his idea to you in the first place; but now that he’s kneeling in front of you, dressed in a white suit and a torturously unbuttoned red button-up, you’re struggling to stay upright for an entirely different reason.

“Left foot,” he murmurs, gesturing to one of the legs you have dangling off the edge of the bed.

You oblige, resting your bare foot on his thigh. Silently, you watch while he slips your heel onto your foot, lips pursed in concentration as he deals with the tiny buckle on the ankle strap.

It shouldn’t fuck you up to see his fingers moving deftly, doing something this mundane, but it does. 

Makes you want to blow off this party and spend the night with those hands instead.

God. 

Those hands.

Their gentle grip on your ankle, the glint of his rings in the lamplight, the slender length of —

“Jagiya.”

Yoongi is smiling slightly when his words nudge you back to reality with a jolt. If that smirk tells you anything, it’s that he’s called out to you at least once before. All you do is squeak in response; your brain is a bit too scrambled to think of better.

And he knows it, too.

Bastard.

Slowly, he shifts your heel off his thigh. To emphasize his instruction, he taps your right ankle lightly. “Right foot, jagi.” 

You’re boneless but acquiesce, nonetheless. 

Then, he has the audacity to say, “Good girl,” with his fingertips brushing softly over your bare skin, and you may as well black the fuck out. No part of the moments that follow registers in your mind; you may as well have lost it.

When Yoongi demands your attention the second time, he doesn’t bother with pet names. He leans slightly forward to where the high slit of your dress leaves a knee exposed, presses a kiss to the piece of you on display, and keeps his lips there just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

“All set,” he says innocently, as if there’s anything angelic about the way he’s looking at you.

Dark eyes match the dark hair he’s pushed back off his forehead, and there’s a wickedness to them that you’ve never successfully ignored — not once in eight years.

“Ready to go?”

You make some unintelligible noise in response that you can’t parse yourself. Just like always, Yoongi manages to find the meaning you’re unable to locate; and he pushes himself to his feet. Two hands extend to help you do the same, and — just like always — you take them, no hesitation.

When you stand on unsteady legs, teal silk slips down the length of you and falls back into place with a flourish, fanning out at your ankles. Yoongi pauses, drinks in the sight of you like he’s drowning. He hums appreciatively to himself before reaching up to brush synthetic, blonde hair off your cheek.

“We’re running late,” he eventually notes. 

Neither of you makes a single move towards the door. It’s only his arm that moves, hand dropping from your face to skim over the fabric covering your waist, hugging the curve of it. You shiver, although it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with the way your dress is cut.

“Michelle Pfeiffer’s got nothing on you.”

You swallow hard, going tense all over.

An hour passes in a second.

“Have I told you that I love this dress?”

You’re crawling out of your skin, vibrating on a frequency only Yoongi can hear. Fuck this dress, fuck this party, fuck me. Even though you don’t verbalize any of it, you know that he knows.

His eyes flick down your frame like he’s weighing what he wants against what he’s obligated to. Like he’s starving, and he’s searching for permission to sate his appetite.

There’s no weight to your voice when you say, “So, take it off,” but it hits him heavy. You feel the force of it when his hands grip your ass and pull you close. Chest to chest, it’s present in your heartbeat, too; thudding violently with anticipation.

He repeats himself, voice low, “We’re running late.”

But his actions tell you that he doesn’t give a shit about the clock. His mouth finds the skin beneath your jaw, and the heat of his breath warms your neck in the seconds before his lips do. At first, it’s just a kiss. 

Then, it’s a whisper.

“Really late.”

Then, it’s the faint graze of his teeth when he nips at you, followed by the flick of his tongue, eager to soothe the sting.

“We can be later,” he muses on an exhale, as if either of you needs to be convinced. His grip on your ass tightens just enough to pull a whimper out of you. “What do you think, Elvira?”

Your brain has liquified with the rest of you, but you summon the strength to run your fingertips along the edges of his lapel. “Tony,” you start with a sigh.

“Hmm?” He hums, mouth too busy to form words.

You grip those lapels and push him slightly backwards, interrupting his ministrations in order to look him dead in the eyes. Loving the challenge, he smirks back at you with one eyebrow arched expectantly.

“One of us’ll die if you don’t kiss me for real, and it won’t necessarily be me.”

Just like always, Yoongi only needs to be told once.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley Sfw alphabet

CW: mentions of torture and trauma

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Simon is a man who was tortured for 2 years straight. He finds it extremely hard to be affectionate, especially when his torturers try and find the important people to him so they can kill them.

He trys but just know that the lack of affection doesn't mean their isn't any affection. Simon loves you and that's why he's distant. That's the way he shows you he cares.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you weren't in 141 he would have never tolerated you. He wouldn't even have acknowledged you.

While in the task force everyone became trauma bonded to each other. It's messy but it worked for everyone.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling but he can't admit it. He craves physical affection but is terrified by it. It's hard for him to allow himself to be touched, but when he does He goes feral over kisses and hugs.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The military has conditioned this man to be clean and tidy, He is never messy or unkepted. He has no problem cleaning your space as well as his own, and he can cook but prefer not too.

With the settling down part...he will have a really hard time integrating back into society. His a war criminal and coming back home after being in constant life or death is not easy. You might have to convince him so go to a military/veteran's shelter to try and make the transition better.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It's a cold ending. If he has to end the relationship he will distant himself emotionally before doing so. It's honestly brutal...

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If he gets to the point where he's thinking about marriage he's as good as yours. But to get to that point it's a long and slow ride. It will take a few years to get him to actually propose but he'll be think about it for all these years.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's extremely gentle with you, just not at frist. It will take a few months but eventually he'll treat you like a newborn kitten rather then a cold blooded soldier.

Emotionally he'll try his best to let you in but you have to be gentle with him frist. If you let him in first he'll let you in.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves them, he just won't say it. Simon is always touching you in some way. Holding hands, Arm around you, brushing up against you. He loves it. He turns it down in public but you bet your ass he's as close as he can be.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Takes him a good long while to say it but will show you he cares instead. He gives you gifts and does acts of service. You now have many little wood carvings and knives.

But When he does finally come around to saying the L word he can't stop saying it. Everything will start or end with an 'I love you'.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very jealous guy. He has a fear of you leaving him or you having to leaving him. He will do anything he can to not let that happen, so he tends to be a bit grumpy around other guys.

When walking around town or at a bar he stands right behind you you whole time. He's you big scary dog and he loves it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are actually pretty soft and gentle yet extremely passionate. He takes his time and savors the kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's decent around children but he's not a fan. He can handle them for a few hours but not a full day.

He doesn't want kids of his own but if you do you might be able to convince him. He just prefer peace and quiet and your company

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He usually wakes up first and just watches you sleep. When you guys frist started sleeping in the same bed he just watched you all night.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

His anxiety was through the roof. Not only from the gentle Intimacy but from his deep fear that someone wants to hurt you to hurt him. Eventually he'll start sleeping soundly with you in his arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'll open up about small things after a few months but the deeper stuff will come by later in the relationship.

It will take him months to take off his mask infront of you. And even then it's no fully, it's just up to his nose and nothing more. This is him testing the waters. It's best of you Don't say any good and especially bad. Say nothing and eventually you'll see his whole face.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's one of the most patient lovers. He might act mad but he actually isn't. If he knows you're trying and learning he'll be 1000x more patient.

If you need time opening up about something just take your time. He can wait as long as you need. But I'll have you note that this Patience is only for you. No one else gets to make mistakes around him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. Every detail, every date, every interest, every story, every step. He's an extremely observant man, he has to be. Simon makes notes of everything you do and say.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's actually really simple. You were watching some T.V show while he laid on your stomach. You just ran your fingers through his hair gently in silence. It was very calm and peace and he had no bad thoughts or weights holding him down. He just laid on you and wondered if this is what his life could be. If everything went smoothly from that point on, would it also be like this? Would it always be so peaceful? He's never felt more connected to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's extremely protective, He physically and emotionally can't not be. Be tortured for two year straight and then some is terrifying. And knowing these people are targeting his support system/loved ones makes him 100x more aggressive about safety. Anytime your in public he feels like he has to come with you. Even for small walks or getting the mail. He feels like the moment he looks away you'll be taken.

He forces himself to accompany you when outside. It's fills him with pride when others start to associate you with him. Like I said, scary dog privileges.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He definitely makes an effort when it comes to date or gifts. Out of 10 I'd say 7/10. He wants you to know he loves you without doing anything to big or to out there.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's aggressively protective of you. This has caused him to get into fights that could have been avoided. He won't let people approach you unless you told him able someone's presents before hand.

Simon forces himself to go without food for days at a time. And yes, it is a habit. He doesn't even know he's starving himself until he finally eats again.

Locks himself away when have a PTSD episode. He gets very violent and tends to hurt people. He has only ever once hit you and it was during an episode you did even know he was having. Ever since he refuses to allow you near him when he's suffering. And because his last therapist was murdered he refuses to see another one ever again.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He makes sure his mask is on and that's about it. If his mask is off however....it's best not to say anything.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, absolutely. He hates not knowing if you're okay or in danger. If and when he or you has to leave for work he has a panic attack. He can't handle not being there to protect or aid you.

It even worse when you're apart for long periods of time. His reaction doesn't stop at mentality. He develops aches and tremors and they get more aggressive the longer you're away. His body can't handle the level of distress he's in that he shuts down.

When you guys come back together he doesn't let go of you. Touching, smelling, seeing, and hearing you is healing. He is firm on the belief that you are the best medicine.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When he started get serious with you Simon went out and bought some nice expensive cologne. He made sure he knew what kind of smells you like and went off of that. When he found one he liked and thought you would too he bought it. When he wore it he didn't say anything. But when you comment on it he internally freaks out.

If you liked it he went out and bought two more. If you didn't he went back to the drawing board. This is his way of letting you silently know he loves you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Some one clingy. Wanting to spend time with him is one thing, Never giving him space is another. And this is extremely important in the early stages of your relationship.

If he feels like he can't step away from you he'll run instead.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

...Simon rarly sleeps...and I mean it! Two year of torture is a long time. Sleeping is vulnerable, the ability to sleep and feel safe is a wild concept to him. He won't sleep until his body forcefully put him to sleep. This will take awhile as the PTSD Extends this limit.

If you insist he'll go to bed with you, but he'll be up all night just watching over you. If he can't feel safe he'll make sure you are.

[cherubdollyy]

NSFW ABC - Michael Myers

18+ MDNI - AN: reader is gender neutral/no pronouns. CW: really soft c n c - domination + BD SM - violence and gore - knife play - choking, slapping etc - slight voyeurism 

I reeeeealllllly enjoyed writing this one even though Michael isn't even my fave (sorry mm fans)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - A little cold and awkward at first but eventually he'll put an arm around you and just accept you cuddling up to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - He's come to love his eyes. He always thought of his stare as cold and monstrous, another weapon for him to use, but the way you look straight into his soul and aren't scared away is something he adores. The same goes for you, he loves your eyes, how innocent they can be. Looking at the world with kindness and seeing beauty where he couldn't.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - He's kind of a neat freak so he doesn't like leaving a mess. He'll lick up every drop from you until you're ready to cum all over again. He loves forcing his load down the back of your throat so you have to swallow every last drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He doesn't keep these things secret because he's ashamed, they're just things you haven't discovered yet. He'll watch you through your windows, he'll follow you to make sure you're okay. He'll take your underwear with him so it's like you're always there and after a killing he'll wrap them round his cock and and masturbate with them. He does have a fantasy of following you after work at night and grabbing you aside to have his way with you but he doesn't want to scare you off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - He's seen people having sex but until now he's never done it himself. I feel like he's tried  to with victims but with all the screaming he just ends up shutting them up with a knife to the vocal chords and not bothering. Let's face it, he doesn't really have the social skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - Anything dominant. As boring as it sounds he really does love missionary and the way he grabs your wrists with one hand and your throat with the other, nothing could be hotter. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He has his funny little moments but he's very deadpan (remember the sheet with the glasses, he's a goofy boy.)

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He keeps things quite trim down there. Same goes for his nails, beard etc and he has a little shower routine 👉👈 Gets his soap and washcloth, his razor and his towel neatly folded ready for a bath after a night of killing. I like to imagine that he's interested in your face masks and you rope him into doing them every week. It's come to be something he secretly really enjoys. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He's quite cold and domineering, pushing and pulling you into whatever position he wants you in. But occasionally  in these moments of lust he'll brush the hair out of your face or linger on your lips a little longer after you kiss him. It's these moments you know, that he's never shared with anyone else, that are him showing his love to you in a way so deep he can't express it verbally. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - We already know about the underwear situation but other than that he doesn't masturbate much. He has a mutual masturbation kink where he'll pretend to hide in the wardrobe and watch you walk over to your bed, pleasuring yourself and calling out his name gripping the sheets as you reach your climax. All the while he's tucked away amongst your clothes pumping furiously to your moans. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - Domination. BDSM. He loves to control you, have power over you and see you helplessly tied up waiting to receive whatever he's about to do to you. He loves knife play. Tracing his blade up and down, gently at first and then more and more, drawing blood from your soft supple skin. Hearing you whimper as he slices gently into you, knowing you can't see for the blindfold. Choking you, edging you, getting to the point of breaking you and that's when he'll untie you, free you of your bonds and give you your release. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - Pretty much just in the house as he thinks of it as your territory, mainly in the bedroom but also the living room. He'll walk in covered in blood, knife dropping to the floor and stride over to where you're cosied up on the couch reading a book and you get butterflies knowing what's about to go down. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - After a kill can be a nerve wracking time for him because he has all this excess energy to get out and one way he knows to  is to have you. He tends to worry that he'll hurt you as he kind of blacks out during these periods but the touch of your hand on his face brings him back to reality and you always know just what to do to help him get his release. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He is never letting the tables get turned on him. There's no way you're going to be tying him up and dominating him. Any time you try and tease him by pulling away from his cock and giving the head soft kisses, looking up at him with knowing eyes, he'll grab your hair and use you to finish himself off making you gag on his length as punishment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He tends to prefer getting head over giving it but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going down on you too. He tends to prefer using his hands over his mouth so he can choke and slap you as you cum. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - Fast, hard and powerful. He knows how to use slow strokes to drive you insane, using his overwhelming strength to hold your hips in place so you can't take control. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - He comes across things in victims homes that he'll tell you about as a "What is this?" and "How do we use it?". If he likes the sound of it you'd order one of your own to play with and you notice on the days when you're waiting for it to arrive he's the one sprinting to the door when the post arrives. The disappointment on his still face is so obvious to you when it's just a bill in his hands, he shoves it over a little rougher than he meant. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - Michael is actually very careful with you. He's very methodical when setting up and he's aware of the human body. He's aware that he's much stronger than the average man, he knows how much is too much. Sometimes getting you tied up takes so long that's the part he loves. Slowly moving around the room while you're lying there helpless and blindfolded, not knowing when he's going to attack. Sometimes he never does and lets you lie there dripping. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - He has inhuman strength and regeneration powers so he could literally go forever. Honestly it's over when he's done. Sometimes it's quick and he's satisfied. Sometimes a victim gets away or he's interrupted and he needs the whole night to take out his frustrations on you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - You might mention things to him, explain what you want to try out and he'd be more than happy to oblige. You soon realised he has a way with being dominant and favours having control over you. Whether it's through mental games or physical means. He particularly likes edging you with vibrators etc while you're tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He likes playing games with you. Not overtly sexual, telling you to stay put and wait for him until he gets back which turns out to be hours later. You're so grateful to finally see him and get your reward but he goes to the bathroom to clean up and you can't do anything but stand there, aching for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - He's fairly quiet but as he thrusts harder his breathing gets heavier, moaning briefly into your skin, growling even, like a low purr.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very protective of you and he'll tail you when you're going to work etc. You won't notice him at first but after a little while you'll catch on but keep it to yourself because it makes him feel needed and you appreciate the gesture.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's fairly lean, very strong with a somewhat toned body. He's LONG, like even when he's soft he's packing!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - He's not a super cuddly and affectionate person but he is pretty needy when it comes to you. Once he starts exploring with you and knowing what you like he wants it a lot. It's a good outlet for him but he also loves to make you feel good. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - He often stays awake for a while, lying there while you fall asleep on his chest. He's a bit on alert after being so vulnerable and he wants to protect you and your space so he stays up for a bit and maybe wanders around the house whilst being butt ass naked of course.

[elfqueen006]

Varsity Blue, Yellow, and Red

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

CW/Tags: drinking, harassment but light, possession, college au

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You’d only taken a small sip and within minutes were bracing yourself against the wall. Yep. The punch was spiked. Booze was already present at the afterparty, you knew. The air stank of alcohol at every turn. You didn’t even have to glance at people’s cups to know they were in the process of getting wasted. Hell, many others carried whole bottles of aged wine and beer, taking the contents straight to the head. So it was only a matter of time before someone dumped their entire stock into the punch bowl.

You sip your drink again. It wasn’t as strong as the first. Though, maybe the effects of the alcohol were relaxing your mind, making you less sensitive to it. It didn’t taste awful at least. The cherry punch was to thank for that. It left a kind of sour aftertaste rather than the pungent bitterness that assaulted your senses.

You then shrug and continue to nurse your drink, scoping the scene like the wallflower you were meant to be.

Fryer State had won its final game of the semester. And it was decided that the afterparty would be held inside the apartment of one of your schools’ football players. Pizza and drinks alike were already provided. Though there was the unspoken rule that those who didn’t trust the system provided, brought their own. A rule you forgot, much to your dismay.  You’d meant to bring bottled water and have some pizza, but you’d left it in your fridge all the way back at your dorm. But you pretended not to, for no reason in particular.

It was an honest mistake after all, and so long as you didn’t overdo it, you were a-okay!

Still, aside from being pushed up in a corner like a rat from its hidey hole, you couldn’t help but feel like you were on the outside looking in. All because of the single thought continuously running through your mind: “They don’t know I’m being haunted by a ghost clown.”

Jack stood beside you, bobbing his head offbeat to the music blaring over the radio. “I didn’t know people still carried boomboxes!” He said.

“Just those that have a lot of parties, or listen to a lot of music.” You muttered into your cup. It comforted you that people still owned CD radios. Your parents used to have one in the house when you were a kid. But since converting a lot to streaming, they’d eventually gotten a bluetooth speaker. Which was cool and all, but it was refreshing to revert back to old times.

“What do you think of my new look, Sunshine?” Jack popped the collar of his newly styled letterman jacket. It had the traditional colors of his original vest, though the material was slightly altered to fit a varsity theme and decorated with patches of the sun, bunnies, and his initials of S, D, and J – all that he manifested out of thin air as soon as you made it to the apartment.

“You look good. Big man on campus.” You said.

A guy looked over at you, “Huh?” You waved him off, then decided to pop in your earbuds. The go to method when talking to Jack in public so you didn’t look like a crazy person. The party was loud, but somebody was bound to hear.

“Maybe you should go to a different corner?” Jack asked.

You shrugged, “Nah, I’m chillin’.”

“Keep your guard up, sunshine. I want you to enjoy yourself, but these parties are notorious for debauched activity.” Jack said. “You don’t want to find yourself swept up in the chaos.”

You almost wished you could agree. The college scene wasn’t anything like the movies portrayed it; there were no frat parties every night, no hot professors, the athletes weren’t chasing cheerleaders by their skirts, and there weren’t any cliques. Well, the cliques thing was still kind of a thing. There were a lot of attractive people who hung out with each other. People in the same Greek houses hung in the same circles. You even hung out with a group for a while before being … well, for lack of a better term, moved out.

It might’ve very well been your first experience with college bullying! It was fast and somewhat sobering in figuring out who to really trust. But you were on your own for a while, so after that, campus life became notably dull…

Shaking off the melancholic haze you mutter, “I’ll be fine.”

You could see Jack’s concerned look in the corner of your eye as he tilted his head like a lost puppy dog. You hid your loneliness well under the nonchalant body language. But Jack could see how distant you were at that moment. The way your eyes longingly followed the laughter, gossip, and raunchy party games… It was heartbreaking. 

Truthfully, Jack had wanted you to stay in with him tonight while you two binged Christmas movies. But you’d wanted to end the semester by going outside your comfort zone. And yet here you were, plastered to the wall.

Finally, after mulling it over, he nudged you lightly. You look up at him, lightly touching your earpiece.

He points to the group of jocks and cheerleaders over at a table. They’re playing beer pong. “That seems fun! Why don’t you head over and try your luck?”

Your brows raised, “Really?”

He smiled with a shrug, “Sure, why not?”

You hesitated, looking between the group and your friend. “But what about you?”

“I’ll be right there! In fact, consider me your official spotter!”

A grin breaks out on your face. You were actually afraid that Jack wouldn’t like you hanging out with people here. You knew he was looking out for your best interest, but a lot of times when he managed to pry you away from others, he was notably clingy and almost came off like an overprotective mother.

You were grateful he was being this considerate despite himself.

You wasted no time, downing the rest of your drink and rushing over to the group of athletes.

—

It was only the third. Round. How could you be tipsy already on the third round!

Jack’s nerves were hanging on by a thread as a random guy came up behind you to hold your shoulders, presumably to steady you. But he could swear that if he looked close enough his thumbs were caressing you ever so tenderly as he leaned in and whispered to you. Processing his words, you double over in laughter. The jock wraps his arms around your torso, following you in laughter as he pulls you close.

“Cash, what’d you tell that girl?” A cheerleader on the couch asked.

Cash rolled his eyes, “There’s a reason I whispered it, nosey.” He placed his head on your shoulder, leaning in next to your ear, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Baby?” Jack exclaimed. 

You then waved to your unseen friend, “Heyyy, Jack!” you said, “I forgot you were there.”

The spectators chortled in response.

“Oh hell no, this bitch is trippin’!”

“She’s drunk as hell!”

Your sudden outburst didn't hinder Cash one bit; the young man's hands trailing up your shirt, rubbing your stomach in a circular motion that made you hum in contentment. The scene made Jack fume, and the phantom sound of what would've been his heart was ringing in his ears. It was so clear what Cash was intending to do, and yet nobody was stopping it. In fact, they looked on in interest, as if the jock were putting on a private show to see just how far he'd go.

No longer able - nor willing - to stand by. Jack marched up to your body. His influence swiftly sobering you.

You straightened up and stretched out your limbs, the joints popping. You wriggle out of Cashs’ grip. “I gotta go, it's getting late.” It sounded odd, Jack using your voice. It was surely yours, but it had more projection and pep than your usual tone.

The man grabbed your wrist, “Late?” he scoffed, “It's not even past midnight.”

You turn and give him a curt smile, “I have finals tomorrow. You understand, right?”

"Baby-”

“Don't call me that.”

“-Can't you stay for one more round?”

You hum, glancing over at the arrangement of cups. You then tip the table slightly, knocking them all down. There's cries of protest and curses from the people on the couch, and some spectators watch on in intrigue.

Cash furrows his brows, “What the fuck did you do that for!?”

“If you can rearrange those before I get to the door, I might stay another round. Otherwise, goodbye.” You said, beaming.

—

Jack was worn out from using your body. But he thankfully had enough energy to get you to dorms, wash you and put on your pajamas before getting you into bed.

Finally getting to his own, he flopped down on the bed, sighing in exhaustion. He then glanced over at your sleeping form. You were really out. He expected some light stirring or bleariness after leaving your body but you were still as a brick. Breathing, thankfully, but otherwise undisturbed. 

It probably wasn't a good idea to provoke them like that. But from what he could tell, most of the people at that party were seniors. They wouldn't be here next year to harass you, thankfully. 

Jack shuffled up the bed, next to you. He hugged you close to his chest and threw an arm over your torso. “You partied too hard, but thankfully we got you to the dorms safely.” He muttered into your ear.

That's what he'd tell you when you woke up. And it was mostly true. But it's not like you could blame him for doing what he did. You would've been in a lot of trouble if he just stood by.

Honestly, what would you do without him?

[the-s1lly-corner]

A request on fluff alphabet if possible: B / J / L for Helob from Cult of the Lamb?

B J L w/ Helob (fluff alphabet)

COTL post that isnt for the bishops?!?!? HOOOOOOLY SHIT

Prompts: bonding, jealousy, love language

Notes: reader is GN but post mostly focuses on helob, written on mobile while fighting demons (sleepy, but theres people working on the roof) so expect some errors

CWs: cannibalism mentions, implied murder

BONDING

Sometimes you'll come with him to scour for strays who've wandered too far from their homes- if you're interested in helping him meal prep and run his little... trade business...

Otherwise the two of you spend time together by lingering around the edges of silk cradle- collecting other material and simply talking

He jokes... a lot... a lot a lot, he loves making you smile! You both sometimes go back and forth for a few hours until you decide to go home

JEALOUSY

He can get fairly jealous if someone is overstepping and trying to flirt with you

Though, you find that whoever you've been talking to goes missing after helob bares his fangs at them- though the only ones who go missing are usually the ones that make you uncomfortable...

Doesnt eat them but he does sell them to passerbys- hes got a business to run and hes sure the meat of these particular morsels will taste unpleasant

Not so much threatened but more so... it's hard to describe- he knows you won't leave them but he doesnt appreciate people making moves on you

LOVE LANGUAGE

He likes leaving bones for you, either straight up or crafted into an object of sorts

Perhaps a necklace or even a crown? Pretty, he believes! It'd only make you prettier than you already are!

It... shouldn't take long to figure out where the bones came from- though I like to think some are simply collected from random places, though they make up the minority

Sometimes uses his silk to make something for you as well! Give gifting is a huge thing for him!

On the flip side he loooves physical touch! Pet him, give him scritches under the chin, cup his face!

[dsafstevenfanclub]

Catch me in the Phone guy and others server that I made straight up kissing it. And by "it" I mean Steven Stevenson

[No I didn't send this ask because I didn't know how to tell you guys I had a Phone guy and others server haha what are you talking about DM me for link...]

Oh also: anyone else feel like the dsaf fandom focuses so much on the other members of the flipside gang that Steven appears once in a blue moon?

Agh. I'm ranting. Oh, rants. If you wanna see my rant about how Steven was done dirty in dsaf 3 um. Okay 👍. Tell me in the notes please I worked hard on that rant. It's in the dsaf confessions tumblr blog.

- a disheveled ass @stevens-lemonboyfriend ... where am I.

THIS. THIS IS A PERFECT OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RAMBLE BACK THANK YOU. AND YES YES ABSOLUTELY FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOURS!!

Slight cw/tw (especially for fictives, fictkins, and irls/ids) for mentions of the in-source horrors//

ermm ermmmm anyways..

I 100% think that Steven deserves more recognition. I've seen various people just brush him off as nothing more than "an asshole boss". Sure, he could be a little overbearing at Freddy's, but he's phoneguy. Most phoneguys tend to be at least a LITTLE bossy, it's their JOB. They were specifically programmed to be managers, so of course they would be!

And don't forget, Steven was hurting too. He'd been surrounded by people at Freddy's for roughly a decade and yet he still technically alone as he had nobody to properly care about him. He literally had daily crying sessions in the bathrooms! (Yes, that's canon, incase anyone doesn't know.)

Listen, as a Dave, I remember that it was pretty easy to tell he was lonely (based off of my source-memories). I remember him being a little more "off to the side" than most of the others back in the flipside, for lack of better words, and that was a big reason I talked to him a lot during our time together. Even if he's made his mistakes and had done some things he clearly regrets, he was a pretty good boss compared to some others I had worked with in source!

He cared about the well-being of others, even if it wasn't always obvious since he was typically forced to put him and the company first above others, and felt repulsed by the murders. He felt guilty for trying to pin the murders on Jack, even after learning he had a part in it. He felt guilty for sending Peter to the factory and even APOLOGIZED before doing so, unaware if Peter could even still hear it or not.

I respect other people's interpretations, don't get me wrong, but it saddens me a little when people think he's just some asshole who doesn't care about what happens to others. Phoneguys are pressured to stay with the company, to do what they can to protect it - and by extension themselves - or else they face harsh consequences, to put it lightly. It's understandable why Steven did the things he did in before the flipside.

He wanted to treat people like humans, he wanted to be a good person. Don't forget that he tried to stop Henry before he ended up becoming a phoneguy. He was afraid, yes, but he's not just a coward that's too afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right nor unable to defend himself - or others - if needed. The reason he didn't defy the company is because of the SEVERE consequences, even if he clearly hated working with the company, not because he didn't care. Steven definitely deserves love and care, despite having made mistakes.

If you've read this far then uh... ooooooo you have to give him hugs now guys I'm hypnotizing you into hugging him ooooooo /j

Fr though, I stand firm that Steven deserved so much better and that he deserves affection just as much as anyone else. I refuse to change my mind. /silly /pos

-🍆

[rr311]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Racer’s Desire ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭 𝖸．

music rec!. Chill Bill- Rob $tone (Ft J. Davis & Spooks)

Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

cw/tw. , smoking, weed, cussing, miscarriage, angst, panic attack, racer!blackreader, racer!eren, eren is a dick

summary. - he left. no warning, no note, no phone call or text— he just left, without a word to anyone. Till one night he showed up to a race meet surprising you which causes some..conflict.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃 instantly went through my nose as i lit the blunt that was placed between my lips, taking a big inhale moving my attention back to whatever the hell was going on. I was met up at a street meeting with some of my members waiting till the event begins, i averted my eyes through the crowd to see what the competition brought and honestly— It looked like easy wins compared to us. I silently scoffed to myself as I took another inhale from the blunt still eyeing the crowd, I must've been too deep into thought to realize Isiah was calling for my attention.

Breaking eye contact with the crowd I turned my head to face the dread head with a raised brow. “Finally, I've been calling you for like— the past 30 seconds!” I only rolled my eyes, placing the weed stick back between my lips, inhaling the smoke into my mouth before removing it, exhaling it as i spoke, “You got my attention now what do you want.” Isiah raised his hands in the air with a grin planted on his face, “Woah there doll, there’s no reason to get so feisty,” I only grumbled under my breathe rolling my eyes as he laughed, “You better watch it Siah, (Y/N) might beat your ass again.” Chuckled Kai, Isiah gasped offensively as he placed a hand on his heart like he was hurt by what he said, “She never even beat my ass to begin with! She got a cheap blow and she knows it.” He huffed I once again rolled my eyes as I now sat up from leaning against my car with a scoff, “We all know i won that fight Siah, stop tryna make it seem like I cheated. Just admit you’re a terrible fighter when it comes to me.” Isiah just grumbled under his breath rolling his eyes. “Man whatever. Back to what I was saying, tonight’s races are gonna be interesting.” I raised a brow, “How so? And it bet not be one of those cat fights again,” Isiah shook his head in an instant with a grin on his face, “Nope! It’s more than that.” That piqued all of our curiosity, I nodded my head a little. “Okay then, just spit it out Isiah we don’t have all goddamn night.” Marci grumbled out, “Okay okay! Let’s just say a certain brown head is entering a challenge race between Suki, Aj and (Y/N) later tonight.” I froze upon just hearing him say “brown head” instantly knowing who he meant.

There was only one brown head i know and that’s..

Eren fucking Jaeger.

A 24 year old cocky bastard that caused many problems with many different people. Including you, so hearing he was showing his face again after two long fucking years excited you but also angered you. You were excited to see him again but also pissed off that he has some nerve to come back acting like nothing happened when he straight up left you. “Ah, so the jackass Eren Jaeger is finally showing his face again?” Kai scoffed but instantly got interrupted when.“Ouch, Kai. That’s not a very nice thing to say now is it?” A deep voice occurred, the group turned around to face the familiar voice to be shown Eren standing with the rest of his group grinning towards them, Kai scoffed at him walking towards him but stopped when he felt a pair of hands grab him by his shoulders pushing him back a little, he looked to see who it was and it was no other than yourself walking in front of him towards Eren who had a raised brow.

You walked towards him as you took an inhale of your blunt feeling the warm smoke entered your mouth, stopping infront of him leaning forward blowing out the smoke in his face with a scowl, “Wassup Jaeger? Decided to finally show your face again after you practically just up and leave? Or did your little guard dog over there force you to come?.” You nodded towards Mikasa who had her hand clenched together glaring at you, she walked one step towards you before Jean held her back putting a hand on her shoulder. Eren hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “Mm, nah. I just decided to come because I heard you were racing again tonight. Plus i just missed my precious little (Y/N) and wanted to see if you still got it or..” He stopped leaning down towards your ear, “You’re gonna lose like the last time.” He chuckled, leaning back as he took the blunt out of your hand to place it between his lips, turning around to walk away leaving you standing there with a annoyed look on your face glaring at the back of his head.

“See me personally, I would never let that sli-'' Before Isiah had the chance to finish the sentence you side kicked him in the gut walking away towards your car to get ready for the race without saying a word to anyone. Marci walked towards him who was holding onto his stomach laughing at him. “What did we say Isiah? We told you to stop messin with her.” The dread head only rolled his eyes still whimpering from the harsh kick he received, as for you, you slammed closed your car door gripping the steering wheel glaring ahead of you. You have always been short tempered since you were a toddler so thinking of how easily Eren pissed you off and acted like how he didn’t just straight up leave you made you more mad than you already were, you shakily let go of the purple steering wheel leaning back into your seat running your hands down your face. You breathed in and out trying to relax yourself before you had to line up for the race to begin. Once you felt yourself relaxed you placed your hand back on the steering wheel starting your car hearing that satisfying roar, “Calm down (Y/N)..breathe and calm down. Just win this race.”

Just win this race.

Just win this race.

You repeated, you silently smiled to yourself as you finally relaxed. You looked down towards your stomach silently rubbing it, “I’ll win this for you baby..for you and i.” You sighed as you looked back up, pressing the gas pedal to go to the lineup for the race to start. When you pulled up to the start line everyone instantly started to cheer and shout seeing your car enter the crowd, guess everyone missed you that much to be only focused on you— I mean it has been a couple of months since the last time you appeared because of an incident.. You grinned as you heard your name being shouted as you stopped to get ready for the race to start, you reared your engine a few times having that satisfying roar leave its engine. You looked to the side to see Suki smirking towards you as you gave her a grin. You then turned to your left side to see the bastard himself already lined up next to you giving you a taunting wave, you practically growled under your breath tearing your eyes away from him to face the straight street ahead of you.

You faced the front as well, watching Queen taking her spot in the middle. She grinned as she looked over at Eren then me then Suki and Aj then the front where she can see all cars in view. "I want a nice, fair, and easy race! No interfering with your opponent, No cheating, No BULLSHIT!. This race contains the four racers on the startin line, your task is to go all the way down and back!. Winner takes the prize money!.” She raised the blue bandanna in the air as all the cars started rearing there engines, she grinned upon hearing the engines roar.

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You instantly pressed down on the gas pedal feeling the car jerk forward speeding down the street. You were so lost into trying to winning the race you didn’t realize Eren was inches away from speeding in front of you, you glanced to the side to see the dark green car lined up with yours, you furrowed your eyebrows glancing back to the road as you pressed more down on the gas pedal speeding in front of him. He raised his brow seeing your car speed past him, he grinned to himself as he pressed down on the gas pedal being side to side with you once again. He looked over to glance at you to see you were nothing but pure focused on winning the race. He knows that look like the back of his hand and once he sees that look planted on your face he knows you are not to be messed with when your head is in the game. It made him slightly smile at the memory when you once threw a stuffed animal his way when you were focused on making ideas for car parts for your car, it’s one of his favorite memories that always lingered in the back of his mind.

Oh how he missed you..

He turned his way back ahead to see the turn corner, he grunted as he placed his left hand on the lever getting ready to drift. When the turn appeared he pulled the lever up turning his wheel all the way to the right drifting back onto the straight road, when the road was in his vision he pulled down the lever turning his wheel straight taking off again. He swore he thought you were far behind but was proven wrong when he saw your black car speed past him, he felt his eyes widen seeing you speed off and towards the finish line. You smirked as you looked in your rear view to see him far behind, “Still got it.” You mumbled. When you saw the crowd of people enter your vision you crossed the finish line with Eren right behind you, you brake your car, turning off the engine and stepping out of the car with a cocky grin. You watched as Eren stepped out of his car with a scowl on his face, you knew he hated losing and by the look on his face he was pissed.

“Looky here, mister Jaeger came in second how cute that is huh?” You chuckled, he practically growled under his breath as he stared at you. “You’ve got some nerve sayin i came in second. You gotta admit (Y/N) i was close in coming first and you knew it.” You laughed rolling your eyes. “Yeah but who came in first?” You teased, but for Eren he was far too pissed off to even take teasing at the moment, he slowly walked over towards you, leaning down towards your height. “Yeah? But let’s not forget how you practically had a panic attack in a middle of a race causing you to crash, huh? Remember that?”

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You felt everything slow down, everything moved in slow motion.

You were going above the speed limit as you were panicking, you didn’t give a care at the moment as you were speeding off to go somewhere, anywhere that’s far away from him. You were so deep into thought you didn’t hear the honking of another car being targeted towards you, after the third honk you snapped out of it swerving your car to the right as the other car barely missed you. You felt the tears starting to blur your vision which caused you to immediately press the brake pedal, when you felt the car stop you gripped the steering wheel as your body started to violently shake.

Your breathing was uneven as you tried to calm yourself down. “F-Fuck..” Your body felt extremely hot as your face felt wet due to the non stop tears going down your face, you don’t why he said it but when he did you just snapped. All the emotions you had since you found out you lost your baby came back after so long of trying to heal yourself and keep them away.

When the day you got into that crash was the day you found out you were pregnant and you had miscarried.

“I’m sorry to say Ms. (Y/L/N), but due to many fractures of your body..unfortunately you had miscarried.” The nurse had said, as for you, you were confused and frozen as you were sat up in your bed. “Miscarried? W-What do you mean?.” The nurse bit down on her lip seeing as that you didn’t even know you were pregnant in the first place, she softly sighed walking towards your bed and crouching down towards your height taking your shaking bandaged hand into hers with a sad look. “(Y/N), you were 10 weeks pregnant. And due to you fracturing many parts of your body, it caused you to miscarry your child.” You felt your world grumble to the floor upon hearing that leave her mouth. You were pregnant and you didn’t even know? I mean you could say one morning you were feeling a little sick throwing up out of nowhere and just not feeling good at all but you just thought it was something you ate the other night brushing it off. But it came to realize..the reason why you were feeling sick and puking your guts out was because you were indeed pregnant. You had lost your baby..your sweet little angel that didn’t even get a chance to live.

You were feeling so many emotions you didn’t know what to do, after you heard the news you had stopped racing for awhile, smoking and even hanging out with the gang, they all grew suspicious of the act but just brushed it off not wanting to bother you while you were in the state you were in. After a while you decided to tell them what had been going on and what happened. “What’s been going on, (Y/N)? You’ve been ignoring us for the past month now. We’re worried about you..” Marci said sadly as she watched you nervously play with your fingers. “I- I’ve..uhm.” You couldn’t form the right sentence as you instantly felt the tears come down your cheek. This made the group widen their eyes to see you violently shaking and tears coming down your face fast, they all came over to you into a group hug, leaning your head into Kai’s shoulder just letting out the emotions that were in you.

Kai silently shushed you into your ear as he softly played with your braids knowing it would kinda help calm you down, as for Isiah and Marci they were whispering nothing but it’ll be okay or we’re here for you etc etc. You continued crying onto Kai’s shoulder feeling your whole body weaken, you were weak..you were mentally fucked, you were depressed, you were just going through a lot. As you began to calm down after a few minutes you decided to tell them what you’ve been hiding for so long, “When I had woken up in the hospital bed the nurse w-was already there to do whatever she needed to do. She had begun to tell me what had happened and said i badly fractured my body..t-then she mentioned that i..i had m-miscarried.”

You were afraid they would be disgusted with you but you were proven wrong when they all took care of you and helped you back up on your feet, you leaned your head against the steering wheel with faint breaths as you tried to calm down. You felt your grip on the wheel loosen as they went limp on your lap but soon rubbed your tummy with a small smile.

“I told you we would win..”

He just stood there frozen with wide eyes still feeling the sting you had left on his cheek. You had speeded off into the faint night leaving the crowd shocked and confused, as for the gang Isiah and the rest were pissed off. Kai had walked up towards him slightly shoving him back into Jean’s chest. “Fuck is your problem dawg? You just go out of your way to bring that shit up?!” He yelled walking towards him but got stopped when Isiah grabbed him by the shoulder. Eren furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the two males glare at him, “Oh, so it’s okay when she gets to tease him but when he does it-“ Jean started but got interrupted, “That wasn’t teasin are fuckin stupid?!. That’s bringing up trauma she had to face!” Marci yelled making the group go silent, Eren looked up making to look at her, “Trauma? What trauma?” He questioned, Marci rolled her eyes glaring towards the male, “She was fucking pregnant. With YOUR baby.”

Silence.

His eyes widened, “Pregnant?!”

The group furrowed their eyebrows as confusion started to linger, “Trauma? What are you talking about?.” Armin asked, Marci scoffed and rolled her eyes. “For god sake! When she crashed into that god damn race. She lost her baby, YOUR baby! She was fucking pregnant.” Everything went silent, the crowd had gasps leaving their mouths with whispers beginning as Eren widened his eyes.

“Pregnant?”

A/N : Pt 2 coming…NEVER 🤣.

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[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Winter Cafe

Imagine

Elias Pettersson x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and a friend are discussing their love lives in a calm cafe on a late Vancouver winter evening. Nervous, blushy Elias + stubborn?reader

cw: cussing, joke about “I’m going to kill you”

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“I told you J names are never to be trusted.” You stated at your best friend across from you.

“But he can really be sweet, like a few days ago he bought me flowers.” She gushed in the cute action as you sipped your hot cocoa.

“Are you really going to ignore the fact that he has left you on delivered since then? Not to mention he has a habit of doing this, leaving you to hang dry.” You didn’t want to sound rude but this guy sounds like he’s stringing your friend along.

“I know you’re right but he’s still incredibly hot.”

You stare at your friend in disbelief but understand her situation. Love, if that is what she even is in, makes people see not clearly.

“You wouldn’t get it.” She says.

“What do I not get?” You sit up straight to really listen to what she has to say.

“Liking a guy this much.” She stated flatly.

“You’re right I don’t get it. I’ve had crushes before and you know that.” You retaliate, starting to strip off your puffer jacket.

“No this isn’t a crush. This is more than that. You don’t let yourself actually fall for a guy. You see any possible red flag and make excuses to not fall in love.”

You were baffled to hear all of this tonight. You didn’t know that’s what your friend thought but you knew deep down it was true. So, you kept silent in shock.

“Your silence speaks for itself.” She had to rub in.

“Okay so what is so wrong with that? I’m fine having a few crushes now and then and leading to nowhere. Plus you know I’m not ready for anything serious.” You pulled at your long sleeves, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh please, you’ve been saying that for the last couple of years! It’s either now or never to be in a relationship.”

“Then I suppose it’s never.” A stubborn lady you were.

“No actually, I suppose it’s now. Don’t look but there is a Ken-looking man eyeing at you.” Your friend smirks at you as she drinks her warm tea.

“Haha funny. That’s a mean thing to joke about.” You stare hurt at your friend.

“No I’m being dead serious. There is a blondie in a beanie looking at you.” You didn’t want to turn around in case there was no one there and she would make fun of you. So you played along.

“And how do you know he’s looking at me and not you?” You raised your eyebrows at your friend.

“Because he just waved at me and pointed to you.” She is still looking over your shoulder but keeping the conversation going.

You gulped as if you were starting to believe her.

“That’s makes zero sense. Why would he be interested in me if he can’t even see my face?” You questioned the scenario.

“I don’t know but he’s coming over right now.” She quickly whispered across the small round table.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You harshly whispered back as a blonde man suddenly appeared at your guy’s table.

Both of you look up to the tall, model-looking man.

“Hi” he says simply with a small smile.

“Hi” both of you say in unison and look at each other. Your friend winks at you and you fight to not scoff, you look up to the man.

“I’m Elias.” He grabs the nape of his neck as he says, “I saw you when you walked in and I thought you were really beautiful. I tried to get your friend’s attention to see if it’s okay to talk to you.”

“It’s perfectly fine to talk to my friend.” Your friend says with too much enthusiasm.

“In fact, sit down Elias. I’m going to order another drink.” She demands as she stands up and softly but forcefully guides Elias’ shoulders to her seat.

Your mouth is agape as your friend prepares to leave you to fend for yourself. She even whispers, “don’t mess this up.” before she finally leaves.

“Pendeja” you harshly whisper at her back as she walks away. You turn to look at Elias with a nervous smile.

“Hi” you say

“Hi” he says with a bright smile before faltering,

“I can leave if you don’t want to talk with me.” He rushes to say.

“No it’s fine, my friend wouldn’t shut up if I ignored you.”

“I’m y/n” you tried to show interest

“I’m Elias—I already said that, sorry” he laughs as he feels his cheeks start to warm up.

You laugh at his nerves, fidgeting with your mug.

“Are you from Vancouver?” He asks staring intently.

“No, but I’ve been living here for a few years now.”

He nodded in agreement. It didn’t take long to understand he wasn’t from Vancouver either with his lingering accent.

“Are you going to ask if I’m from here?” He indulges in the shared ambiance.

“I think I already know the answer.” You say confidently.

“Okay go ahead.” He leans back into his chair, holding the eye contact.

“Sweden.” You calmly state.

His eyes widen very slightly and his jaw drops too. “How did you know?” He asks astonished as he leans foward into the table.

“I’m good at guessing where people are from. The accent was a hint, plus you literally look like the stereotypical Swedish man, tall and handsome.” You whispered the latter before sipping your drink.

That bright smile of his returns and he tries to cover his blush.

“I’m sorry if I was too bold.” He says

“I think it was fine, you were respectful if anything. Some guys are too confident when picking up girls.” You looked over at your friend who’s sitting across the cafe shamelessly staring at you two.

“Maybe that’s why I’m still single.” You whisper to yourself but also trying to hint your availability to blondie. Your friend was right, any wrong first impression, you threw the guy to the side, but Elias has been sweet so far.

“I guess that should have been my second question, you are single right?” He asks for confirmation.

You stare at him, thinking of what his intentions are, “I am.”

“Are you?” You ask boldly. Normally you wouldn’t ask at all seeing as though a conversation would never get this far.

“Yes.”

“Well then.” You stare back at him waiting for him to ask anything at this point. He was the one who walked over, he has to be the one to ask for your number as well.

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Your friend fidgets in her seat as she’s been trying to hold in her pee to not miss any action between you and Mr. Elias. She watches as Elias stands up and leaves the cafe. As soon as the hanging door bell chimes to a close she makes her way towards you.

“So what happened!?” Your dear friend was so excited for you, the possibility of finally being in a relationship.

“We have a date next week.” You say as if it were a question. You couldn’t believe it yourself.

“Oh my god, y/n!” She drags out your name as she holds your hands making a happy dance.

“I’m going to kill you for leaving me here though.” You say still annoyed at her actions.

“Not before we find you a cute outfit to wear on your date!”

[suicide-with-dazai]

"Kaeya Alberich, you have a gambling addiction." - NSFW

cw: modern au!kaeya x fem reader , gambling ofc , nsfw starts at the ❅ / i separate punctuation and stuff to make it easier for me to read :) and some other people maybe <3 this took me a week to write please enjoy !!! -NSFW STUFF:- unprotected sex , blowjob , bathing together , spitting wine , thigh-fucking , sort of a contract ?

plot: you meet kaeya at the tavern and decide to gamble against him , you end up in enormous debt and dont have the money to pay him back ... he gives you 4 days to prove yourself - 2.1k words

in the dimly lit backroom of the bustling tavern , the flickering candlelight cast shadows over the worn poker table where kaeya and yourself faced off in a high-stakes game . kaeya , with his characteristic charm and silver-tongued wit , leaned back in his chair , casually shuffling his deck of cards with a coy grin . across from him, you fidgeted nervously , your shy demeanor contrasting sharply with kaeyas confident aura . as the game intensified , the tension in the room grew palpable , amplified by the hefty stack of chips in the center , an emblem of your daring bets .

in a sudden display of impulsive confidence , you pushed a significant sum of chips into the center , money in which you didnt own , convinced that your hand was the one to beat . yet kaeya , ever composed , matched the bet effortlessly , his eyes glinting with a calculated determination . with the final reveal of the cards , a cascade of emotions surged through the room . a triumphant smile curved kaeyas lips as he revealed his winning hand , while your heart sank in disbelief as the weight of your impulsive decision settled heavily upon your shoulders .

with a heavy silence enveloping them , the reality of the debt you now owed hung like a shroud in the air , threatening to suffocate them . kaeyas suave composure remained unscathed , but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something akin to regret as he watched your crestfallen expression . as the taverns bustling ambiance continued unabated beyond the backroom's walls , the two players sat in the aftermath of their gamble , their fates irrevocably entwined by the merciless hand of chance .

you stare at the table in shock , utterly mortified .

kaeyas gaze softened as he observed your distress , recognizing the weight of the situation that had unfolded . he let out a sigh , his fingers lightly tapping on the table as he contemplated the predicament .

"seems like youve hit a rough patch , huh ? " he mused , his voice laced with an unexpected gentleness . you could only nod , unable to meet his cold and taunting gaze , consumed by a mixture of shame and despair .

you manage to muster up the courage to look him in the eyes , his gaze piercing as icicles and cold as the hounds that bite as your fingertips in the winter . youve never been one to gamble , so why now ? ugh-

you got carried away , you shouldve never sat at that table , or picked up the cards . or even gone to the tavern in the first place ! and now youre in debt by 3 million mora . with kaeyas luck , you were never going to win . you had a straight flush ( J 10 9 8 7 of spades ) and with kaeyas unbelievable and almost inhuman luck , he managed to recieve a hand so lucky , so cruelly fate-deciding for you ... a royal flush . ( A K Q J 10 of diamonds )

"b-but i dont have that much ! i...i cant pay you back !!!"

your blood began to boil . theres no way !! he MUST be cheating somehow !

"youre cheating !!!" you exclaim , truly helpless and enraged , "you manipulated it somehow !!!" your words are unsteady and broken by your desperate cries .

kaeyas expression remained composed , though a flicker of concern crossed his features at your accusation .

"i understand your frustration , but I assure you , there was no foul play involved ," he explained calmly , his voice unwavering . "sometimes luck favors one over the other , and tonight , lady luck happened to be on my side~"

your tears gave way to a surge of anger , fueled by the helplessness of the situation .

"how am I supposed to believe that ? you always seem to have everything under control , as if youre manipulating the world to bend to your will ," you retorted , your voice trembling with a potent mix of fury and resentment .

kaeya leaned back in his chair , his gaze unwavering as he absorbed the weight of your words .

"believe what you will but I am offering you a way out of this predicament , " he stated firmly , his tone laced with a resolute determination . "you can choose to dwell on misplaced accusations , or you can help me out with some more .... private matters . so , what do you say ? "

to this , you sit back down . wiping your tears on your sleeve .

"private matters....? what do you me-"

"oh dont act oblivious . you know what i mean ."

at this , you raised an eyebrow as he ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip as his gaze burnt through yours .

kaeya followed this up with a quick wink , " how about you put on something pretty and meet me back at my place at 7pm ?"

you didnt really have a choice . well , either live the rest of your life in millions and millions of debt or help kaeya with his ... 'private matters'... whatever that may be - you had an idea , but kaeya is a mysterious man , quite frankly . so 'private' could mean anything .

"ill give you 4 days , doll ... 4 days to repay me .. "

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day 1.

"a-ah you can do it ... ohh god you feel good- "

how did i get here , you think . legs spread , being fucked by the man whom you owed millions to . his hands either side of you , occasionally leaning down to kiss your lips hungrily , whispering , cursing as he slides his length in and out of your tightening cunt .

"kae- mhh~ my god-" you grip the bedsheets impossibly tighter , mouth agape as he stretches you out so wonderfully , his veiny shaft arousing your spongy walls with each thrust . your arousal evident by the sticky fluids slicking his cock so beautifully . to further your pleasure , kaeya rubs painfully teasing circles on your clit , the overstimulation beckoning you to squirt on his cock .

"come on , ah- dont h- dont hold back now darling- squirt for me- good girl...come on~"

at this , you cry out in pleasure as you reach your climax , and you squirt your arousal all over his tip and shaft as he pulls out , the sudden pressure of the fluids cause him to cum too , on your tits and stomach .

"gonna need to do a lot more to pay off those debts , love ." he whispers coldly , his lips brushing and tickling your ears , and your instincts just force you to take his cock back into your hand and position it back at your entrance . you wrap your shaking thighs around his waist in order to stabilize yourself .

"oh~ thats a good girl ... just what we like to see~"

kaeya suddenly thrusts back inside of you , sucking and moaning into your neck as he bottoms out .

"f-fuck... ah-" you cry out , your hand pulling his hair oh so erotically .

day 2.

today , youre positioned between his legs , your hands tied behind your back . his powerful gaze like a grey cloud above your head as he pumps his hardening length .

"archons ... youre so hot like this-"

kaeya shifts forward slightly in his seat , allowing you extra access to his pretty cock , already leaking with precum as he eyes your vulnerable position . on your knees , hands tied , staring up at him with those seductive eyes - he could cum from just looking at you .

you take his tip into your mouth - hollowing our your cheeks and licking his slit at an almost unbeareably pleasurable pace . as you slide your warm mouth up and down his length , kaeya hisses through clenched teeth - mouth agape and eyes rolling further back every time your hot tongue drags along his shaft .

"g- oh- hhhh~" unable to form comprehensible words , he strokes your hair unusually softly . youd expect him to be pushing your head closer so his cock could pump in and out of your throat , choking you with his sensitive length . but no , hes being so gentle with you today - with your hands tied behind your back as you moan onto his cock - he would praise you if he wasnt so lost in pleasure right now .

day 3.

it seemed that kaeya had these few days planned out all too well . today , he asked you to run a bath for the both of you while he prepared some glassses of wine downstairs .

each day youve been finding yourself knocking at his door at around 7pm , knowing that your fate is sealed .

"i-its ready !" you call downstairs , still weak from all of the... action ... these past two days .

soon , he was stripping you in the bathroom , kneeling before you and kissing and licking your skin as its exposed , just before he allows you to step into the bath , he places a wet kiss on your cunt- with an evident glimmer of mischief in his eyes .

you sigh , contentedly as you step into the hot water , feeling all of your muscles relax - but not for long~

kaeya takes off his robe and connects his lips with yours as he gets into the bath with you , its a rather spacious bath - more of a hot tub really . "gods- this is my best idea yet."

whispering under his breath , kaeya lifts you ontop of his body , the hot water surrounding you . oh , you thought he forgot about the wine ? never- hes soon to take a mouthful and spit it into your mouth as you drink it up like a good doll .

although you consented to all of this , it was incredibly tiring pleasing kaeya every day - however , it did feel good , and the debts simply needed to be paid off .

kaeya spit wine onto your tits as you lay back , just to lick it back off , taking your hard nipples in his mouth and biting at them slightly , moaning into your plush skin .

day 4.

"gonna let me fuck those pretty thighs today , hm ~?"

you nodded desperately , as youd never done this before , and your cunt was just pleading for some friction as his toned body hovers teasingly above you .

hes quick to position himself as you put your thighs together , laid back on his silky mattress , and with one stroke of his needy erection , he slides between the tight space - and god does it feel divine .

his mind goes hazy - the feeling of your slick-coated thighs either side of him , your needily dripping cunt below , and your cute little whines surround him , as he thrusts once more .

"o-oh- yes- yes yes yes...." he chants as you squeeze him tighter , hissing as he feels himself get closer . you position yourself so that you can see exactly what hes doing , a stifled moan escapes your throat as you see him so desperately slipping his cock between your soft legs , almost looking pathetic how he tosses his head back every time he passes your clit .

tonight , you made him cum 3 times with your thighs , occassionally he would lean down to sloppily kiss you , while gasping and hissing into your mouth -

later of after he had cleaned you up , kaeya sits on the sofa with you in his arms , "darling , i know ive pushed you a little these past few days and- "

' a little !? ' you think , tch , it did feel good though ...

"-just wanna say thanks to you love , 'made me feel so good , i think youve earned it , dont you ? "

kaeya leans closer to you , "youre no longer in debt anymore , pretty thing , and you can come over whenever you feel like~ hows that sound ? gods... ill miss that cute pussy of yours though~"

reposts welcome , infact i encourage it , id love for this post to get some attention , i worked hard ! i hope you enjoyed , took me so long ^^"

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