#don't flame me too hard pls ;-;

[iniquitousyearning]

SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 4th. mattheo - virginity loss / corruption kink.

PART TWO | kinktober masterlist. | 2024.

summary: pls read part one first for a lil buildup. also. im laughing at myself bc there was a perfectly good bed…right there…

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, virginity loss, PIV, so much dirty talk, so much patience from mattheo, (more of a realistic virginity loss bc it’s not always easy), praise!!!!, slight degradation, fingering, multiorgasm, handjob, best friends lil sister trope.

Mattheo Riddle was so accustomed to this. The pulse of adrenaline in the dead of night, the quiet hum of anticipation stretching every second longer than it needed to be. You weren't naive to that, not to him, nor the danger he carried so effortlessly in his stride. He wore it like a second skin.

But you—you were not accustomed to it. Not to any of this.

So when you pushed open the door to the room of requirement a little over ten-minutes later, you hadn't been sure what you were expecting to find. Something darker, maybe. More foreboding. But when the room revealed itself before you—silent, draped in soft moonlight that pooled over the bed with a window wide and open, spilling that pale silver fog across the floor—you almost laughed.

Too perfect. Too on the nose, like the castle itself had been watching you both for months and had decided this was the moment it would indulge you.

"You're late." Mattheo's voice cut through the quiet.

His back was to you, suit jacket discarded on an old oak desk against the wall, dark curls falling just above his collar as he stood by the window, eyes fixed on the lake. The moonlight made the ripples dance, just like the tension in the room.

You took a step toward him, silent.

He turned, finally. His eyes met yours and you saw it—the hesitation, the way his gaze moved over you, slow, cautious. He took in the way the light draped itself over your shoulders, moving lower—and it was as if for the first time, he allowed himself to see you fully, all the details he had so tried to ignore, now right in front of him. He drank them in.

You gave him a small, nervous smile, hoping it would ease the weight of his stare. "I didn't realize you were the type to keep track of time."

He moved closer, but not close enough. Not yet. His breath was tight, chest rising and falling too fast. The space between you felt like a chasm, though it was barely there at all.

"You've a lot to learn, little girl," he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, though it did nothing to mask the conflict in his eyes. It was meant to disarm you, but it only made the air heavier. His jaw tightened. "You're sure about this?"

"Quite sure," you breathed, stepping closer, close enough to admire the sharp line of his jaw, the soft stubble. "You're the one who's hesitating."

"I'm not hesitating," he muttered, though the roughness in his voice betrayed him. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this with you. His best friend's little sister. He wanted to give you every chance to stop this, to walk away. "Just trying not to rush this—rush you."

You let out a small huff, your hand moving up to find his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Mattheo Riddle was nervous.

"You've been making me wait for months," you whispered. "I don't think a little rushing would hurt."

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on your hand as it trailed over his chest, lower, teasing. Every touch was a flame against his skin, every breath between you a match struck in the dark. He wanted you, more than anything, but the weight of it—the wrongness, the danger—clawed at his conscience.

His hand caught your wrist, intending to stop you, but his fingers lingered against your skin. Frozen.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, the words thick in his throat. "Your first time should be—"

"My choice," you interrupted, pressing closer, your body flush against his, your lips brushing his jaw as your hand slid lower, teasing the edge of his belt. "My virginity is mine to give, Mattheo. And I want to give it to you."

He shuddered, your words settling, sinking into the dark space that held you both captive. His hand found your hip, the other threading through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the soft skin of your neck.

"You’re not thinking straight," he rasped. "You'll regret this..."

But even as he said it, his hands tightened, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I'll regret nothing." Your fingers slipped lower, grazing his crotch, moving with nothing but instinct and need. Biting your lip, you felt the outline of him, hard and aching under your palm, and squeezed—he grunted, snapping his hips, and you throbbed. "Shit, Mattheo..."

"You are—fuck..." Mattheo's voice was a ragged breath, the words drawn out like he'd been holding them back for months. "...such a little tease."

You let go as quickly as you'd squeezed, and he growled against your skin, fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands found his face, pulling him in, crushing your lips to his. You moved with intent, pushing him back until his thighs hit the edge of the desk, and he groaned again—this low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.

You smirked into the kiss, tasting his frustration, savouring the way his defences cracked open. When you pulled back, his chest was heaving, lips swollen, eyes dark with want.

"I learned from the best," you whispered, teasing as your fingers slid down, finding the buckle of his belt. He watched you, every breath uneven, as you worked at the latch, pulling the leather free. "You've had months of fun tormenting me," you continued, moving to the button, the zipper. "Kissing me, only to say it was a mistake. Grabbing my ass every chance you could. Talking sweet when my brother wasn't looking..." your smirk deepened, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "...it's my turn now."

His pants sagged around his hips as you undid them and he cursed under his breath—his brain was struggling to catch up, like he couldn't believe the sudden shift, couldn't quite fathom the boldness with which you undid him.

Until—his hands were on you, spinning you around, your back hitting the desk with a thud.

"You think you're in control here?" His fingers slid up your hips, dragging your dress along with them, baring your skin to the cool air. "You think you have any goddamn idea what you're doing?"

You shuddered—you'd never seen him like this before—there was something feral in the way he moved, now, something sharp in the way his hands worked. His thumbs hooked around your panties and in one swift motion, they were gone—torn down your thighs before he urged you back onto the desk, parting your legs with his torso.

You were breathless, chest heaving, pulse thrumming wildly. His presence consumed the room, and for a moment, it was all you could focus on—the intensity of him, the raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes.

You stared up at him, mind empty, until—

Smack.

His palm came down on your inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of sensation straight to your cunt. Your skin stung from the contact, but that wasn't the part that made you gasp. It was the heat, the way it surged through your veins, flooding your abdomen in a slow, aching pulse. You liked that.

"I asked you a question." His lips brushed against your ear, breath warm as he leaned in. "Two, actually."

You couldn't think, mind swimming—the press of his body, the rough timber of his voice, the weight of his hands as his fingers teased, climbing higher, brushing closer to the ache between your thighs. You sucked in a breath, trying to recall what he'd asked, trying to focus anything but the fire he was lighting in you—

But then, his fingers slipped further, closer, just barely brushing your slit, and your hips jerked involuntarily, chasing that touch.

"No—I don’t—“ the shame in the answer barely mattered. His fingers were so close, so close. "Gods—I just know I want you—"

"That's all you think about, isn't it?" He smirked, lips falling to your neck, tongue tracing the places he knew would wreck you, each soft, wet press making you whimper despite yourself. "You don't care about anything else..." his fingers slipped lower, dipping between your folds—and you cried out, shameless, the sensation unlike any other you'd ever felt. "…not the consequences, not the risk...you just want me…”

Your nails dug into his back and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, wetting his fingers in your arousal before gliding back up to your clit and tracing over it.

"Oh—Gods—" you whinged, moaning into his shoulder.

Mattheo’s hands were experienced—that much was certain. Those fingers knew exactly how to move, precisely how to trace light, delicate circles over your clit that made you twitch, squirm— nerves stripped as you took in the new sensation. It wracked every inch of you, and you could feel him savouring your helplessness, drawing out every ounce of tension that had been building between you for months.

“You’re soaked.” You could hear the disbelief in his voice. “...filthy little thing for me, aren't you?"

"Gods, Mattheo, yes—" your eyes rolled, thighs twitching against his hand. "I am—ohh—"

"Yeah?" His tongue traced a slow, wet path up the side of your neck, teeth dragging over your pulse. "You like this?"

His words were enough to make you want to scream, but no sound formed—just a low, broken moan that spilled from your throat, raw and shameless.

"Answer me," he murmured. "You ever orgasm from this before? Hm?"

"No—" your voice choked, trembling as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at him, something like shame pooling in your stomach. "Oh, fuck—"

"No, what?" His fingers pressed harder, circles growing faster, more insistent, and his voice—Christ, his voice— "I asked you two questions, little slut. Keep up. You wanted this."

"Yes—mmf—I like it—" you whined, the words a desperate spill from your lips, too flustered to form anything coherent. "And no—Gods—you're the first to...to touch me like this..."

He figured as much but the admission tore through him nonetheless, his teeth sinking into your shoulder with a groan—not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, a bruise, a reminder. His hand dipped lower, a finger pushing inside you without warning, pressing deep into your slick heat, and you cried out, your body tightening, pulsing around him, vision swimming.

"And this?" His voice was a smirk against your skin. "You let anyone else inside you like this?"

You knew he already knew the answer. You both did. He was reveling in it—the way he had you, trembling, helpless. You'd never heard him like this, never heard him so crass, so unfiltered, and the way he spoke made your whole body flush with heat.

"No." The word was a strangled moan, barely a breath. "Gods—Mattheo—you already knew that—"

He crooked his finger inside you, and your back arched, the stretch unfamiliar yet mindnumbing, his thumb working your clit. You felt teeth nipping at your earlobe, a hum into your eardrum—his body thrumming with the satisfaction of finally, finally letting himself have you where he wanted.

"Perhaps I did." He added another finger, curling them inside you, his teeth scraping along your neck in a smile. The groan that slipped from your lips was desperate, pained in its pleasure, your body reacting to every new inch of him. "Fucking hell—you can barely take two..."

Your head shook, words failing you. "Gods—Mattheo—I...fuck..."

A low grunt rumbled from his chest, his fingers moving quicker, slick with the evidence of your desire. "Feels good?"

"Yes—" you moaned, breath hitching, vision blurring as he pumped his fingers in and out, building something inside you that you couldn't name, something new, something overwhelming. "I feel—oh, gods—something...happening—"

"You feel something?" His voice was mocking, drenched in that innocent, teasing tone that had you falling apart. "Yeah? What's happening, princess?"

You couldn't find breath, couldn't form the words to answer him. The pressure inside you was mounting, intensity unbearable, your body tense and straining toward an edge. You clung to him, breathless, desperate for more, desperate for something, anything—

"I don't—" your voice broke as his fingers curled deeper, wetness flooding between your thighs, his thumb relentless. "Pressure—fuck—so much—"

He nodded. "Yeah? Pressure in that pretty stomach? Feels fucking good, doesn't it?"

"Fuck—yes, yes," your lids fluttered. "S’good—"

"You're so close." He watched you, drunk on your downfall, and smirked as you neared the edge. "You're going to cum for me."

Sanity shattered in your throat—words trapped, swallowed by the tension, leaving only the soft, unbridled whimpers you once might've once found embarrassing. But there was no shame now, not when you were this close, the pressure coiling tighter in your core, ready to burst.

"Ohh—" you managed, lungs sputtering, head tipping back. The sound of your voice, the way you moaned, was foreign, unfamiliar to your own ears. "Gods—oh fuck-"

"I know," he cooed, sweet like sugar. "I know."

You were a mess. Too close, too overwhelmed—everything was him. His scent, the heat of his skin, the feel of his fingers working that magic that had your body convulsing before you could even cry out, before you could process the way your vision blurred with the force of it. The climax hit like a wave crashing over you, and your moans were swallowed by his kiss, his lips on yours the second your body tightened, shaking against his hand.

He was relentless, rough and insistent, kissing you like he wanted to devour you whole—drowning out the world as your body pulsed around his fingers. You’d never felt such an intense sensation, lava coursing, replacing the blood in your veins. His breath stuttered against your mouth, a low groan vibrating through him, the sound making your spine tingle.

"F-fuck," he muttered, pulling his fingers from you, glistening and wet. "Messy little thing."

The words sent a shiver through you, not just from their meaning but from the way he said them, like something perverse, intimate. Your chest tightened with the warmth of them.

"You—" you panted, trying to find your voice. Blinking through the haze of lingering bliss. "You can't say things like that."

"Why not?" He chuckled your name against your neck, lips brushing a path to your ear. "Because you might fall in love with me?" His teeth grazed the sensitive spot under your lobe, along your jawline. "Oh wait...you already have."

"Shut up," you whispered, stomach flipping at the way he said your name, the way it dripped from his mouth like honey. "Have not."

"I've known for a while, you know," he mused, his voice so low, so quiet. "Don't think I haven't seen it—the way you look at me." He kissed your skin again, working his way up, each press of his lips something sacred, moving closer to your mouth. "The way you can't get enough of me."

You could kill him for it, for the way his words sunk into your bones, making all the feelings you've buried rise to the surface, pulling you under. He just had to go there—had to milk every inch of your composure out of you, because it's not enough for him to have you disarmed physically—sexually—he needed to have you disarmed emotionally, too.

Perhaps the worst part of it all is how right he was. Arrogant bastard.

"Stop talking," your hand drifted down, grazing the bulge in his pants, your fingers slipping under the waistband, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. It was reckless. You've never done this before, but God, you wanted to. "Stop talking and teach me."

The room tilted—the world off its axis. His breath caught, choked in his lungs as he grabbed your face and pulled your lips to his—his kiss wild, his tongue insistent, running along your gums and wrestling with yours for control.

"Fuck," he groaned into your mouth as you tugged his boxers down, freeing him, your hand wrapping around him. Hot. Hard. "Wrap your fingers around it, princess. Gentle strokes. Just like that."

Your heart stumbled at the sound of his voice, thick, raw and open. You tightened your grip, stroking him slowly, experimentally, and he hissed through his teeth, a groan vibrating through his chest.

"You're so big," you murmured, forehead against his, the words spilling out without thought. "So thick..."

"Fucking minx," he moaned. "Stroking me and telling me how big I am—fuck—you're not as innocent as everyone thinks."

"Only you know this," you whispered, your hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes, pulse soaring as he groaned. "Does it feel good, Matty?"

"Fuck—Christ—" his breath was jagged, words ripped from his throat like they barely wanted to come out, hips jerking mindlessly. "Tighter, mm—little tighter—"

Your cunt throbbed—each whispered invocation of a god not his own, of something he didn't believe in, forced a shudder through you. That's how you knew. Knew how lost he was. He’d no mind left at all if he was muttering muggle gods.

"Like that?" Your fingers squeezed around him, your gaze burning into his as you looked up through fluttering lashes.

His face was a storm—flushed, eyes half-shut—but at your voice they opened and flicked down to yours, and for once, there was no arrogance, no mockery in that stare. Just raw, primal need, burning so fiercely it made you ache. His hips rocked, desperate for more. Painfully. A hole in his chest torn wide open for you to see, and he didn't care. Couldn't care.

"Yeah—shit—just like that," he gritted out, grip on your hips bruising, but you welcomed it. Needed it. "Fast learner, aren't you?"

"You're a good teacher," you whimpered, a sound that was barely yours as his fingers slipped between your thighs, finding your slit, teasing you open again. "Oh—"

"You've always been a little teacher's pet," he groaned, thrusting into your hand as he slipped a finger inside you. The stretch made you wince, pleasure and pain blurring into something that sent sparks behind your eyes. He watched you, gaze molten. "Fuck—it’s gonna hurt, you know that, right?"

The ache spread through you, but you didn't flinch. "I know," you whispered as his thumb found your clit, making you gasp. "I trust you."

"I know you do." His voice dropped, eyes dark and soft at once as he pushed another finger inside. "You know you’ve always had me wrapped around your fucking finger. You know I care about you—“

His words were too much, pressing on something fragile inside you, and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him up—deep, desperate, drowning. Your hand tightened on his length, the heat between you flaring, and you moaned against his mouth, shaking with the need for more.

"I want you," you breathed, each syllable shivering on your lips as you clenched around his fingers. "I've wanted you for months—"

Months? No, it had been years. Years of wanting, needing, watching from afar, heart in your throat. Years of avoiding anyone else because no one was him. You knew he’d felt the same and it killed him. It wasn't logical, wasn't supposed to be like this—not with you, not now, not his best friend's little sister, not him whispering sweet, dangerous things while knuckle-deep inside your virgin cunt.

It was as if you both shook those thoughts from your minds at once. You’ll think about the implications later.

"You've got me," he rasped, hips grinding involuntarily against your hand. "Just—fuck—don't hate me after this."

Hate him? The very idea was laughable, absurd. You could never hate him. Not even in those moments you tried, not even when he deserved it.

"I could never hate you," you murmured, drawing him closer, lips trembling against his. "Just—please—"

Something shifted in his eyes, and he knew. Knew what you needed. What you both needed. You were vulnerable, trembling, but you trusted him—completely. You’d been in his life for so long. You knew he’d never hurt you. He could see it your eyes, the trust, the in the way your body bent to his touch.

"Alright," he said softly, a hand running up your body to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "Alright."

His fingers slid out of you, leaving you bare and breathless, and you swallowed. This was really about to happen.

"Lay back," his voice cut through your haze. "Legs to your chest."

The command wrapped around you like a vice, tightening the anticipation, and you fell back on your elbows, staring up at him as you raised your legs. Vulnerability crept in, making your thighs tense, but Mattheo was there, spreading you open with firm hands, pressing himself against your slick. His eyes were locked onto yours, all that self-assurance gone, melted into something more human—something raw, unguarded.

You could feel it; the vulnerability of this moment stretched between you both—the distance you'd maintained for so long, the careful walls you'd built, were nothing now. He was in too deep, and so were you.

"Stop me at any time," he whispered, his voice a raw rasp, eyes meeting yours. "Just breathe.”

He leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, and you kissed him like the world might collapse if you didn't. He guided himself against you, the press of him at your entrance an unbearable ache. He was hot, hard, huge—and despite the wetness slicking down your thighs, your body resisted, too tight, too unsure of this.

You whimpered, instinctively trying to pull away, but he stayed, pressing kisses to your hair, your temple, whispering something that sounded like comfort but burned like fire. It hurt more than you expected, more than any of the fantasies you had dared to entertain.

Doubt curled through your chest, what if you couldn't take him? What if—

"M-Mattheo..." his name broke in your throat as you clutched his arm, nails digging into his skin. He tried to push in again, but your body resisted. "It—you—you can't fit..."

"Shh," his lips ghosted over yours, his hand slipping through your hair, trying again, moving slow, controlled. "You're just—so goddamn tight—"

The way he said it sent a spark through your veins. It was filthy, shameless, and it lit you up from the inside, despite the pain. No one had ever spoken to you like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears pricking as he tried to work you open.

And then—he was in.

"I-it hurts," you hissed—pain lighting up your spine as he worked his cockhead inside you, pushing against the resistance of your walls. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, each inch a battle. The pressure was unbearable, the sting so sharp it was paralyzing. "Oh, fuck, Mattheo—"

He groaned, a sound from deep within his chest, his head bowing, sweat creeping over his brow.

"Shhh, I know—I know..." he murmured through shredded cords, fighting to maintain control as his hips paused, barely halfway in, just enough to make you feel like you might break. "S'okay...you're doing so good..."

It was overwhelming—the fullness, the ache that felt like it might split you in two. And yet, beneath the pain, something else stirred. His words, soft and rough all at once, made the sensation bearable, turned the hurt into something else. You focused on his voice, on the way he stroked your hair, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

"Why—mmff—gods..." you could barely speak, the words tangled in your throat. "Why do you have to be so big—"

A strangled laugh escaped him, though his eyes stayed shut tight, his jaw clenched—cock twitching inside you.

"I don't—fuck—know." His fingers brushed your lips, covering your mouth gently. "Don't go talking like that—not right now—"

You might have laughed, too, if your body wasn't so taut, strung tight with tension and pain and something far more profound. He was barely inside you, his words making your insides clench, drawing another groan from his lips at the squeeze.

His hand held your jaw, palm pressing lightly over your mouth, enough to breathe, to speak—

"Why—" you knew what he meant, knew the warning in his eyes, but you couldn't stop yourself. "—not?"

His breath hitched. "Because—" he swallowed hard, words coming through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening around your jaw, a warning in his grip. "Because—fuck—your mouth will get you in trouble."

Oh. That was what he meant.

"But—oh fuck—you're so...big..." the words slipped out before you could catch them, a disgruntled moan falling from your lips as he sank all the way in, filling you so completely it was dizzying. The pressure, the heat, the sensation of being pried open—it was all too much, and you cried out, unable to stop the sound from spilling out. "Ohhh—so big—"

"I said, fuck," he cursed, hand clamping firm over your mouth now as his body shuddered, as he ground his hips gently into yours. "—don't say that."

It was too late. You didn't need to say anything further. He could feel it—he could feel everything in the way you clenched around him, barely letting him move—so goddamn tight it was almost painful—he could feel it in the look in your eyes, in the trembling of your body beneath his.

"I can feel you thinking it," he grunted as you squirmed beneath him, every movement making him twitch inside you, drawing another choked groan from his throat. "Merlin sakes—"

You knew he wasn't used to this. To slowing down, to drawing out the tension like this, to the maddening slowness of every motion. He wanted to lose himself, to break you open hard and fast, to take and give and take again until both of you shattered into something unrecognizable. But he couldn't—not with the way your eyes glistened, not with the way you gasped and whimpered as he filled you.

"No talking," he sucked in a breath against your neck, his hips rolling into yours in slow, unbearable waves. "Only if you need me to stop."

He was breaking. So were you. Every thrust was an exquisite kind of torture—an ache that twisted and stretched, dulled only by the flick of his fingers against your clit. His lips pressed along your neck, kissed along the line of your jaw, groaning with each deep, patient push, carving his way into you as you clung to him, your mind floating through the fog of pain into something different—something overwhelming.

Your head fell back. “Oh—Oh gods—“

Each gasp felt like it might be your last as that something built deep inside you, tight and unfamiliar, an ache that didn't hurt but begged to be released. And he felt it too—Mattheo felt it, the way your body pulsed beneath his, the way you tightened around him like you couldn't bear to let him go.

"Bloody fuck—are you—are you going to—" his words were ragged, broken. He couldn't finish the thought, couldn't hold himself together. "Are you—"

“Mattheo—” your voice trembled, a breathless moan as your back arched, pressing into him, your body seeking more. The pain was null now, replaced by an overwhelming pressure, something tight and aching and good—you felt every inch of him inside you, every pulse of his cock as he moved, slow but relentless. “Mattheo—oh gods—”

"Fuck—" he bit down, teeth sinking into your neck as his fingers swirled your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. "You're gonna make me—"

You choked because there was no space for words, no breath for anything but the raw sound of your bodies—moans, gasps, ragged inhales tangled together as you both hurtled towards something inevitable. The light of the moon radiated the man above you and that was all you could register other than the rising crescendo of your climax—something so intense it scared you, almost broke you apart—your body seizing, trembling, as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, as he thrust deeper.

And then, there was only one more blink until you shattered beneath him, the orgasm tearing through you in oceanic motion, muscles clenching around him so tightly he could barely move—and then he was there, too, his body jerking as he groaned into your skin, his release ripped from him in jagged gasps as you milked him without mercy. He slumped on top of you, fingers digging into your skin, the two of you pulsing together in the aftermath, the room spinning, your bodies still trembling from the force of it.

The world was slow to return, the roar of sensations fading into something quieter, softer. The weight of him on top of you was grounding—his forehead pressed against the crook of your neck, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Neither of you moved for a long while, just basked in the silence, kind that settled in after something irrevocable had passed between two people.

And then, Mattheo pushed up, enough to meet your eyes. Your chest ached at the softness inside his own.

“Are you—” he swallowed as he drank you in, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the flushed cheeks. His words hung in the air as if he didn’t know how to finish the question.

“I’m okay,” you nodded, voice hoarse. “I’m good.”

Mattheo nodded too but didn’t move, still buried inside you, just taking you in. Then, gently, he shifted, pulling back with a slow, careful movement that made you wince slightly. The second he’d pulled out, you felt different—more aware of the vulnerability you’d just laid bare, more aware of the line you two had just obliterated into absolute shambles.

“You sure?” he asked, a flicker of something deeper in his gaze—

You nodded again, the smallest smile pulling at your lips, though your heart was still racing, the enormity of it all sinking in.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m sure.”

His jaw tightened, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.

“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” His voice was barely audible, like he didn’t want to admit it out loud.

Of course he was thinking it too—how could he not? This was no longer something you could pretend didn’t exist, no longer something you could hide behind banter and stolen glances and secret kisses.

“Yeah,” you breathed, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there, the heat still radiating from his skin. “It does.”

[lackablazeical]

Second try after sketching her more on my government final (don't ask ill kill myself) also I don't care abt viv pls don't flame me for hating or liking her when I don't do either 🙏

ANYWAY so I saw an old/chubby version of Bel (idk by whom I'm sorry 😭) and it inspired me to give my redesign wayyy more shape, and I do imagine her as older I didn't make that as clear as I shpuldve

The sin of sloth is associated w/ donkeys, goats, and snails so I. Took snails and ran LMAO so she's literally like half snail half donkey/goat/hooved animal but lowk also kinda sea slug (also some tummy scales bc the baphomets in the show have scales)

I went with the biblical light blue for her with bits of NOT purple but a pink-blue pls do not get it wrong 🙌 I also made her a mostly dark pallete bc. Darkness is easier to sleep in 🧚‍♀️

I think that the candle on her head/hair/also her ears is like a melty texture, it drips and flows fr its also meant to resemble like a wooly blanket over yhe shoulders

And NO she shan't have arms, she can pick stuff up telepathically (the swirls on her sides glow when she does) but she's too lazy to even do that most times

I don't exactly vibe with her ring being medical things since. Yk hospitals are filled with hard workers that work 12 hour shifts and such. I'd rather it have been more techy OR snowy but I have no ideas past that so yk (also I think Kathy Bates should voice her. Or Morgan freeman. Calm voice) she's also def a drug dealer 100%

[luveline]

Hi Jade! So definitely feel free to ignore this if you aren't interested I totally get it! But if you want I was thinking of the zombie Steve au and how my biggest fear would be to ask him for help finding period supplies while in the road. I know you said in your faq you don't write this, but I was thinking really it wouldn't be about any physical things reader is experiencing but more like embarrassment asking Steve and he's like "its no big deal!" Anyway, like I said if this is a hard no pls ignore! 💙

hi, hope this is ok ♡ steve zombie!au

cw reader menstruates + eats meat 

Your back always aches. Your stomach always hurts. Symptoms of your period are stealthy under the general misery of life on the road, but you do eventually clock on. This persistent back ache is pervasive today, working its way around your stomach. It feels like a sharp stab of heat, and it's nothing compared to the pain you'll feel when it actually starts. 

Steve turns his rabbit over the fire slowly, unaware of your internal struggle. "I still can't believe it," he says. 

Not only did your snares work for the first time ever, you caught two. It's the first time in weeks you've eaten something that wasn't canned, your fingers still warm from your own. The fire is small to avoid attention, one rabbit smoked at a time. 

Steve let you have yours first. He's chivalrous when he wants to be. 

"Maybe we're getting good at this," you say, turning your water bottle into your hand. The smallest splash you can manage wets your palms. You rub them together and dry them haphazard on an already dirty shirt from your backpack. 

"Yeah… maybe not," he says, shaking his rabbit skewer as it starts to smoke. "Shit. You made it look easy." 

"It is easy, Steve. Do you want me to do it?" 

He offers you the skewer, a sharpened, scorched stick you made in an attempt to be clean. You shuffle across the grass on your knees to take it, happy and sad at once when he touches your waist. You eat up any affection he's willing to give you (not much), but you feel disgusting today, worse now you know you're going to come on. 

You bite your top lip as you tend to his food. How do you tell him? You're going to have to, because right now you're in a vaguely safe area, and now you'll have to backtrack to the last place you went. You should've been looking for sanitary napkins or tampons or something anyways, just in case, even if you hadn't had your period for ages. 

"Steve, I… I think I've done something stupid." 

He scrapes his hair from his face. "That's unusual."

"No, I– I really have." 

Steve drops his hands into his lap, frowning, always frowning. "Lay it on me." 

You shift uncomfortably, focused on the heat of the flames not quite licking at Steve's skinned rabbit. How to phrase it? What would you have said before the end of the world. "I think it's going to be my time of month, soon. And… and I should've thought about it before, when we were near the mall still, or that house, but I didn't. I'm gonna need– you know. Things." 

Steve surprises you, shuffling closer, rather than away. Not that you were expecting him to treat you like a leper, but it's not a fun thing to tell someone. His hand again touches your side, fingertips brushing the tight wrap of your raincoat. "Are you in pain?" he asks. 

"A little," you answer, voice thick, talking before you've thought about what you're really saying, "I've had it way worse. I don't know why it stopped for so long." 

"You were probably too stressed," he says, his hand moving only an inch or two to cover your back. "Here, give me that." 

"Sorry, I know it's gross." 

"Are you kidding?" he asks, having taken the rabbit from your hands and laid it to rest on a clean stretch of hot stone. "It's not a big deal. Like, it is if you're hurting, but it's fine." 

"We'll have to go back," you lament. "I'm sorry." 

"Why are you so stressed about this?" Steve looks genuinely worried, his fingertips coasting a short path between your shoulder blades. Gentle, he starts to rub your back, goosebumps erupting along your skin at such a foreign sensation. "I took the same health classes as you did, I know you can't help it. Is this why you've been so slow today?" He doesn't wait for a response, only grins at his insulting, "I still have a square of Hershey's in my bag, did you want that?" 

"Tastes like chalk," you say. You'd love some chocolate right now, but you'd love it more if he stayed here rubbing your back forever. 

"You're not the only thing ageing badly." 

"Lowlife." 

"Wimp." 

"Dick," you mutter, closing your eyes as his hand skirts to the small of your back. 

"Is this helping?" he asks, matching your low volume. "We should go back anyway. Hole up in one of the houses by the elementary we passed." 

"I can walk. I'll be okay. I just need something to stay clean." 

"Okay. I'll get you what you need, don't worry. Don't worry." He hugs you very briefly, a quick squeeze against his side. "I'll make it suck as little as possible." 

You look up at him with evident relief. "Thanks, Steve." 

"We're in this together. Right?" 

"Right." You smile. Steve smiles back. You've caught him in a good mood tonight for sure because of your successful snares, but you're wondering if he would've been this good to you no matter what. Steve is a good guy when he isn't asking you if you just got off the imbecile train. 

"Will you finish that for me?" he asks, pointing at his rabbit. 

"Oh, yeah. Of course." 

When it's cooked, he insists you eat a little more of his. "You're gonna need the extra, yeah?" he asks, forcing strips of cooked meat into your hand. "Especially if we're walking back tomorrow." 

Steve hands you his last clean wash cloth before setting up for sleep. He might be understanding, but he doesn't seem to know what to say. You take it gratefully, and the brief squeeze he gives your shoulder even more so. 

[the-possum-writes]

I loved the fire fin stuff you wrote, Can you write more headcannons about him and the reader trying to keep finn distracted while also trying to turn him back, pls

Subdue the Flame

➼Character: Fire Finn (Finn Mertens)

➼Tags (warnings): headcanons, canon typical violence, gender neutral reader, mentions of servitude, sloppy kisses, misogynistic comments

➼Synopsis: Fire Finn headcanons about distracting him in a fight during the Elemental special.

➼With the fire citizens heading for the Candy Kingdom it's up to you and Lsp to try and de-escalate the situation, mainly with you trying to defeat Flame Princess's newest champion while Lsp retrieves the jewel from Princess Bubblegum.

➼"Are you sure you can handle him? I mean he already beat you once, it’s like a more intense version of Finn... It’s lumpin hot." Lsp mutters as the two of you scout the area.

"Yeah, we just gotta improvise a bit. At least knock him off his sense until I use my secret weapon and defeat his hot headed butt for good!"

"You sound way too eager about this. But no dude you got it all wrong! the real Finn is still in there somewhere you just gotta play into his hero heart ya know? pull one of those 'I know the real you is in there somewhere' kind of speech."

It's hard not to roll your eyes at Lsp's dramatics, but if she's trying to tell you to solve things pacifically first, then sure why not. Like don’t get me wrong, of course saving Finn is a priority but knowing this prick fire version of him, it’s gonna take more than heartily speeches to subdue him.

"By all means, be my guest."

➼It goes as expected, Fire Finn just walks past her spewing something about war drums and threatens to slice her down if she tries to stop him. This is where you come in.

➼You're the only one who can confront Fire Finn either cause you're physically strong enough to match him in a fight or you have the mental fortitude to deal with the stuff he'll say in hopes of saving him.

➼Like, the guy was pulled in and created in a toxic and violent environment so that leads me to believe he's bound to say some hurtful things and make fun of you with low hanging fruit. For example, if you're a gal (or female presenting) he'll spew some misogynic comments about how he's biologically stronger "You don't stand a chance against me, I'm all hardcore muscle." or "You'll regret leaving your sewing room this morning."

➼If not, he'll still boast about how he's stronger than you and will wipe your face on the dirt.

➼Uses insults too. Mainly stuff like: nerd, loser, mouth breather, girlie, wimp, roach, useless scum, motherless bastard, to think of a few.

➼I don't know if he'll fight honorably (since the other fighters have kinda roman gladiator inspired designs) or fight dirty, but now that I think about it he'll most likely do the latter. He'll kick you in the shins and throw sand at your eyes, that's how he gets the upper hand when fighting you.

➼Dominant, ruthless and a huge show off. Overtime he gets too cocky.

"You're too much of a wimp, I bet I can beat you with nothing but my hands."

➼To mock you further he kicks away your bag and your main weapon but not without stabbing his own sword into the ground before approaching you with cracked knuckles, wrestling you into the ground as he continues to belittle you- albeit with suggestive undertones. "Once we're done with these candy nerds they'll be nothing left but cinders and ash. Maybe then I'll take you back to the fire kingdom as my personal training dummy... All for myself~"

➼You don't know if you're reading too much into this whole fight, but It's now that the physical contact makes sense. He tightens his hold on you, purposely grabbing you where you're most sensitive (that would make you blush any other day) before tossing you around like a sack of potatoes, the pain is real but it started giving you an idea.

➼If there's one mistake he's actively making it's that he's completely underestimated you and your brain power that compensates your lack of extra brawn to beat him on a one on one.

➼"Oh woo is me, you're obviously the better opponent. Might as well start getting used to serving you as you deserve." you cry out, causing Fire Finn to quirk a nonexistent eyebrow. He grips your hair by the back of your head, purposely raising you to his eye level.

➼"And how would you start serving me?" He asks, suspicious of your change of attitude but quickly allured by the promise of servitude.

➼You momentarily lick your lips, it's subtle but hypes you up for what's to come. "Like this," and you lean forward to kiss the fire elemental on the lips completely unprompted. It's a risky move, and considering Fire Finn isn't returning the kiss you're 90% certain that he's gonna slap or throw you away but the second you attempt to remove yourself from him he instead tightens his hold on your hair and pushes you back into his eager mouth, opening it up as his tongue dwells all around yours in unexpected wanton. You try your best to reprocitate but he's completely controlling in this situation as well, now holding your face with both hands as he gives you the sloppiest kiss you've ever had.

➼Underestimating how sharp his teeth are, you cut your tongue on it and has you groaning at the unpleasant metallic taste in your mouth, fidgeting in the spot as you try to pull yourself from his hold but it only served to rile him up further, running his tongue over the wound.

He eventually pulls you away to catch his breath, completely devouring your breaths as you exhale to take in the fresh air.

➼His reaction is more enthusiastic than you expected. In fact it's his crazed expression that ultimately snapped you out of your foggy daze, immediately taking advantage of his unguarded walls and you kick him where he counts.

➼Now he's the one falling like a sack of potatoes.

➼You suddenly rush to your discarded backpack as you hear him shout angrily behind you.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! I WILL MAKE IT TORTUROUS FOR YOU! I WON'T REMOVE MY HANDS FROM YOU UNTIL YOUR WAILING AND BEGGING FOR RELEASE BY THE TIP OF MY SWORD!"

➼There's no time to ponder what kind of punishment he's talking about since he's immediately back on his feet and just a few steps away from you, but the second you grab your hidden weapon it's over for this fire elemental. You pull out a plastic water gun and spray it all over Fire Finn, watching him shout in agony as he steps back as you blast him into submission until he lays beaten on the ground. "This is why you need a safe word my dude." You finally spew a well deserved taunt.

➼And to make matters worse and more humiliating for the fire kin, you snap a fireproof collar around his neck, courtesy of Wizard Betty.

"What is this contraption?!"

"It's a little something from a friend, a temporary solution until we find out how to turn you back to normal."

➼With a sigh, you sit back as you watch the fallen warrior attempt to rip out the collar only for it's safety mechanism to activate and spray him with cool water, like one of those automatic car window things.

"I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME!!"

"You're not in a spot to make demands my dude, so unless you wanna turn into a popsicle you'll have to follow me." You eventually stand up with a more nonchalant attitude compared to earlier, still wincing a bit since your safety now doesn't take away that Fire Finn pulled a heavy number on you.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He threatens, but the collar activated again before he could lay his blue hands on your neck.

"Maybe, if you say please~?"

"DIE!"

[thechaoscryptid]

my writing warm-up today got a little out of hand so pls enjoy some Tav/Astarion (reads gender neutral but you can see my Tav under the cut) hurt/"Astarion's best attempts at comfort but they don't land real well bc he's still not sure how to Relationship and Tav is Unsure About Their Status Generally" from after clearing the Waning Moon (did I accidentally trigger the fight, yes). Takes place before The Hug Scene, but he can have some touching, as a treat.

"I don't think the fire's going to give up any secrets, dove, but you can keep glaring if you'd like." Astarion piles himself at your feet, hesitating only slightly before leaning back between your knees. The camp is silent save for the echoing, animal chittering in the surrounding forest, but you know the tension that lines his shoulders—he does not trust the quiet.

To relax is to bare your belly for gutting; to be vigilant is to survive.

By now, you have had enough of survival to last a lifetime.

The flames crackle, and the embers that dance their way down to the dirt do little to catch your bleary eyes. Exhaustion sings through you, echoing off of your ribs like a dirge from cathedral ceilings.

"Darling?" Astarion's fingers are cool against your ankles. They ease the ache that's built up over the last several days of sprinting across gnarled roots and crumbling brick. The Shadow-Cursed Lands take no prisoners, and though you are by far the weakest among your not-so-merry band, you will not be the link that breaks the chain.

There is too much at stake to fail.

Your dry mouth works as Astarion twists to look up at you, but no words come to mind. The furrow between his brow deepens when your fingers tremble atop his head.

"You're practically falling over," he accuses. "How in the hells do you expect to make it to bed? Why haven't you gone already?"

You shake your head once, mouth twisting in a smile that lands like a slap. "I took first watch."

"You—" He scoffs. "Gods, is everyone in this damned camp a fool? Don't answer that," he continues when you take a deep breath. "'We're all a team, Astarion; we need to look out for one another, you prick.' You've made the point so many times that I think about it when I trance." Draping himself across your thigh, he reaches up to cradle the plane of your throat. "How much magic did that...that beast take out of you? Wretched creature—you should have taken the drink, you know."

"All of it," you rasp. "And quite a few scrolls, in addition."

Astarion curses. "And everyone's all left you alone."

"I volunteered."

"They have eyes. They should use them." Astarion rises, all fluid grace and towering ire as he looms, carding a hand through your mussed braids. "Let me guess—you told them you were fine."

Though you butt your head into his palm like that cat at Last Light he was so enamored with, your eyes narrow as you glance up. "I am. Look, I can stand."

And you do, admirably steady for all of half a second before he pushes your shoulder and your calves knock against the felled tree you've dragged in for a bench. The sudden stop when Astarion grabs your elbows and pulls you into him sends a jolt down your already-frayed nerves.

"Anyone could walk up and take you, and you'd be defenseless," he murmurs. His hands slide down the length of your forearms, and then skim up to your jaw. You allow him to tip your head from side to side, but cannot meet his eyes—you've always found it hard to reconcile their emptiness with his professed concern.

You say, "Is that what you want? To take me?"

And he says, "No."

"Are you hungry, Astarion?"

"Not for you," he says, and he sounds so disgusted that you flinch. "Oh, not—" He clicks his tongue, then sighs. His whole body sags as he attempts to meet your eyes. "Look at me, darling. Chin up."

Though his touch is gentle, there is a poorly-concealed tremor in the fingers that curl in the hollows below your jaw. You look at his mouth, though it's impossible to read when it's lying.

"Oh, you are haunted by something tonight. I'm sorry, if that makes a difference. I only meant I want you strong tomorrow."

You list to your left and whine—it feels pathetic, even on a night such as this—at the undercurrent of sincerity in the apology.

"Come to bed," he says, softening. "Rest. I'll take watch."

"I promis—"

"Look around—no one's going to come for your throat about taking a night off." The world whirls as he twists you in his arms, then wraps them around your stomach as he nuzzles against your pulse. "I might have to get territorial if they did, you know. I do appreciate your willingness to offer it up; I'd hate to see it ruined. It would be a dreadful mess to clean up around camp, wouldn't it?

"And..." he continues, abandoning your neck in favor of walking you a few steps forward, away from the fire and toward his tent. "You sleep so soundly in my bed. I enjoy watching you come alive in the morning."

Your face heats, and you mumble, "Not that soundly."

"You snore."

Smacking lightly at the back of his hands, you squirm back around to face him. What you see does nothing to untangle the tight knot of feeling lashed to your chest: wide eyes gone soft with concern, a hint of mirth in the lines that frame them, and the beginnings of true fondness in his smile.

"What?" he asks when you avert your gaze.

You bite your tongue against the confessions borne on the leaden wings of exhaustion; this is not the place to delve into desires. It is easier to choke down I want more and I love you and We are the same shape of broken—to let them fester where they're branded on your bones—than to watch his eyes shutter against the words.

"I'm tired," you say instead, and it is the truest truth you've ever uttered, "of having to protect everyone."

"So don't." Astarion bends to rest his temple against yours. "Let me be your sword and shield, if only for the night. Rest, dove—you've more than earned it."

Bonus: my Tav, Kestra! She's a human sorcerer specializing in necromantic and cold damage, and based off of one of my original novel characters 🥰

[queerponcho]

Transfixed | part 5

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moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: ahhhhhh i havent updated this fic in over a week!! i am so sorry lmao. Went skiing and had a lil meltdown but I am back and i will try and be more frequent with my posting i promise<3 thank you guys so much for engaging with the past parts and i've added so many new names to my taglist which is extremely exciting!! thanks lovies. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, making out, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace <- this part only features Jake, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: you're finally locking lips with your mysterious date in this one;) Jake makes sure you get home safe and you find out some things about him that you're not sure how to feel about. You get home at around 4 am in the morning...safely? let's hope so...

2,400 words

Your nose brushing against him and his grazing your left cheek. You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, this was Jake. You were certain of it.

He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion

 ‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’ he lowly asks you for a kiss. Without answering you almost magnetically move towards him. Your noses craze each-others and both of your hands move towards his face, cupping it gingerly. Jake watches you, mouth slightly agape, awaiting your move. ‘Humanidad’ playing in the back, the moment was utterly perfect. Finally, your lips touch, making a flame erupt in your heart. You part away after a soft loving peck and see him waiting with his eyes closed, his lips ready for another as you exhale amusedly and press your lips to his once more. This time a bit less patient, your hands tug him toward you, you feel his hands cover yours at the sides of his face. He then moves his hands to your face, cupping yours and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. You move yours to the back of his head and you thread your fingers through his beautiful curls.

He feels your tongue brushing over his lower lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly grants it. Your tongues meet in a soft dance, not unlike the one you’d just shared moments before. He pulls away regrettably, needing to catch a breath. You both keep your hands in the same position as before, you’re leaning on him completely and he stands as steadily as ever, completely unfazed as you rest your body against his. ‘Hi Jake’ you practically whisper, afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere. ‘Hola amor’ He speaks as if he were holding back a burst of emotion. ‘Didn’t think you’d show tonight’ you say while brushing stray curls back, behind his ears. His hands move to clutch you toward him by your back, caressing the middle of it softly. ‘Ay bebé i’m always watching, could’t let them have all the fun. Been waiting for you for too long to sit back and watch as they make you giggle and fluster.’ you suddenly remember something very important and back away abruptly from the loving embrace ‘Them! Marc and Steven- Y-you have to explain- you’re fronting right now. They’re gonna know you were here- I can’t- won’t lie to them. I can’t stand lying and even less so to them.’

After pacing, you stand your ground and look at him intensely, making sure he understands you are very serious about this. He moves toward you, with his hand extended to you, inviting you to take it and you do. He holds your hand in his and leads you towards the sofa. You sit down together, facing each other, grabbing a pillow to hug, grounding yourself. ‘I’m gonna tell them, I'll talk to them tonight. I didn’t plan on it happening like this, I was going to wait a little longer to be completely sure everything was taken care of and they’d be safe…but well-’ ‘well what?’ ‘I- I really couldn’t let either of them beat me to it.’ he says and you see his chest and ears flush red as he looks at you. ‘Beat you to what, Jake’ He moves closer so your legs touch and he cups your face once again. ‘to kissing you, cariño’ his proximity makes it hard to really comprehend what he’s saying. You move in to join your lips again but before yours can touch his, you pull away, placing your hand in the middle of his chest. ‘You’re telling me you are possibly putting them in danger because you wanted to ‘kiss me first?’’ you ask incredulously. You don’t know what kind of danger this could be, but from what little you knew about Jake it couldn't be good. Jake always seemed very secretive and there was a certain urgency towards his actions. So this danger must be pretty severe if it’s kept him from meeting his brothers for so long just to protect them. ‘Nena, don’t say it like that- you make me sound like an idiot.’ ‘well- maybe you are!’ you exclaim and try hard to look stern when you feel a slight smile tug at the corners of your lips. He really risked all that…just to kiss you? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought and you pause when he smiles at you, as if amused that you’d d insulted him. ‘Tesoro, I promise they're going to be fine, I’ll fix it. I always do…’ You want him to elaborate but you trust him. You know that this is all insane and complicated. You haven’t known them for long but you’ve had intense encounters with each of them. Feeling closer to them than you have to anyone ever before, getting to know them little by little felt like a treasure hunt, filled with happy moments you were meant to find on your way to the long awaited treasure. 

Realising that it was already after midnight, Jake makes quick work of the dishes while you tell him more about the library, things like how long you’ve gone there and what it means to you. He can’t help but smile while listening to you talk about something you love as much as the library. You tell him many stories which include the orange cat “barry” the library owners had bought not too long ago.

Clearly you love that kitten, making Jake wonder if you wanted one of your own…maybe he could buy one for you one day. But what colour should he get? Would you also want an orange one or maybe a black one…oh black ones are cool, so mysterious- ‘Jake..? what are you thinking about?’ you have stood up from your chair on the other side of the kitchen island, watching him wash the dishes. The way his back moved and his folded up sleeves stretching over his arms was already enough to get your motor running but the mere fact that he was washing the dishes and drying each dish as he went…had you almost shaking with desire. ‘Oh nothin', chula- just thinking…’ he finishes drying the lasagna-dish and dries his hands on the towel. He leans back against the sink and tosses the towel on the kitchen island.

‘...are you thinking about Marc and Steven? About what you’re gonna tell them?’ you ask hoping to find out more about what's gonna happen as soon as you leave. He already explained that he can’t let any of the other two front right now, because they’d probably freak out and want you to explain. He needs to explain it by himself to be fully honest with them. ‘Ya sabes, I'll tell em' about…well, me…I think that would be a good start.’ you watch as his lips move into a tense line and you decide not to pry any further. It's their business after all…you pride yourself in not being nosy or very into gossip…although, admittedly it always was fun to talk shit about people.

You glance at the clock behind Jake and notice the large pointer nearing two AM. ‘I really should get going- I think there’s a bus-stop not too far from here I ca-’ he puts his hand on your waist and you stop your scrambling and stay put. ‘Muñeca, you don’t seriously think I’ll let you walk home at two in the morning do you?’ before you can start talking he answers his own question ‘-no. No you won’t. I’m drivin’ you home in my car.’ He places a quick kiss to your lips and lets go of your waist, grabs his cap, keys and leather gloves. Meanwhile you stand there still dazed from the casual quick kiss and watch him slide on the stretchy leather over his thick fingers and apply your entire concentration, to not climb him like a tree. He looks up and sees you staring, he chuckles to himself and turns around to collect your bag and coat. ‘Put on your pretty shoes and let's get a move on’. You do as he says, only partially annoyed by how easy it was to follow his orders.

You slip on your boots and put on your coat. He opens the door for you and locks it behind you, that’s when you notice he is still carrying your purse and doesn't intend to let it go anytime soon. You smile to yourself, and head down to the main entrance. It's raining outside and he moves you away from the street, keeping you underneath the partially covered part of the street, as he gets entirely soaked. You walk a few blocks when he takes a turn and unlocks a garage attached to a pretty unassuming building. He opens it to reveal the sexiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was black and shiny and absolutely spotless. 

He can’t help himself, you look so beautiful ogling his car and standing there soaked…your tights were completely see-through and the beige sweater clung to your body like second skin. He feels saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth when he snaps out of it and takes your hand, leading you into the garage. You slowly walk into the dimly lit, grey room and he opens the door for you.

Jake was very particular about his car and who got to be in it, he insisted on them being clean and without question, dry. At least usually he‘d care abt that, not right now though. All he needed to know was that you were safe. He drives out of the garage and makes quick work of locking it before driving to your place. You’re driving for a bit when you realise something, ‘Wait, I haven’t told you where I live…h-how are you going the right way?’ you ask in a distressed tone. 

Now this was a fair question, since there really was kind of a bad reason as to why he knew where to drive…He had already once visited your apartment building. Not in a creepy, stalkery way…but also not, not in a creepy way? Ever since he first met you in the library, he would sometimes drive there and smoke a cigarette between clients. He would see your lights on and feel a sense of calm. That's how he knew that you were safe. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you…he just knew that you needed to be safe, that you were important somehow. So he kept you safe, in the only ways he knew. He rasps his throat ‘I-I read the message you sent Steven, where you mentioned your address.’ he lied. He had to, to make sure everyone was safe. He can’t tell you, at least not yet, not until you know more…

‘Oh, right, right- I forgot about that.’ he comes to a halt and you look outside to see your building. ‘Oh wow, th-that was so fast.’ Jake chuckles at your astonishment and exits the vehicle, making his way over to your side. He opens your door and holds out his hand for you, to help you get out of the car. He pulls you out and you end up pressed against him, your wet clothes stick to each other and you feel breathless at the smell of him and how close he is. ‘I hope you had a good time tonight, tesoro’ He strokes your jaw and palms your cheek softly. You nuzzle his hand and open your mouth to answer ‘I- I did…I enjoyed all of it, all of you. Please tell them that tonight, tell them th-that my heart grew like ten sizes because of tonight. I don’t know much about you all…but I know you have one thing in common’ you say while stroking the nape of his neck. ‘What's that hermosa?’ he says leaning closer ‘you all care so much, I feel so safe with all of you...thank you’ you say with a flushed face and watch his face harden. Jake doesn’t think he deserves your sweet words, as you said, you don’t know him. He doesn’t react to your compliments and opts for something sweeter than awkward silence and leans into you, capturing your lips in a long and tender kiss.

You moan into his mouth and he grabs your hips tighter, pulling you closer, moving you between his thighs, fully resting his weight on the hood of his car. Somehow you don't feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes sticking to you. Purely enjoying his lips and tongue moving against yours, practically savouring you like an expensive wine. He moves his hand to grab your ass and pulls you further towards him, making you very aware of his growing arousal when you feel it poking your thigh. You're brought back from your daze when you feel yourself wanting to grind against him on the streets of London. You pull back and he follows your lips with his, pulling you even further towards him. You turn your head away and giggle ‘Ja-Jake stop it’ you keep laughing as he kisses your neck teasingly.

He stops and softly holds onto your elbows as he sits back down on the hood of his car. Your breathing calms down and you look into his eyes leaning into him again, hugging him and giving him a quick peck. ‘Would you consider giving me my purse back now?’ ‘Of course, chiquita...But what will I get in return, ah?’ he brushes his nose against your neck and kisses it once, wetly. You shudder and pull away completely feeling your face burn under his watchful gaze. You open his side of the car and grab your purse, which was placed neatly on the driver's seat. You put on your bag and walk towards your front door, he follows you and you both come to a halt at the top of the short flight of stairs. ‘Thank you for driving me home, Jake.’ you lean up and give him a soft, slow kiss on the lips. You pull away to see him with his eyes closed, opening them slowly. ‘...Best reward there is’ he swoons, referring to his previous comment. He takes a step backwards, going down the stairs but keeps his eyes glued to you. Watching as you make your way into your building and he feels content once again, knowing you're safe. 

You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…

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a/n: uh-ohh who is in your apartment and what do they want with you? In the next chapter you find out the true plot of this story and how important the reader actually is in said plot...I hope ya'll liked this chapter and as alwaysw if you did enjoy it, please like / comment / reblog / follow.

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[bubuslutty]

hc: witch!reader x 141 (+ Ale, Rudy, König, Horangi) as monsters

A monster's high

word count: 1.5k

tags: they/them pronouns, poc friendly, 3rd person pov, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes, nsfw, fluff

warnings: a bit of body horror

a/n: i initially meant for this to be fluffy but uhhh I guess I'm a whore 🥰 enjoy either way!!! 💙 pls if u wanna see anything pls let me know, cuz I just want more excuses to talk abt monster cod mw2 guys!!

Soap (werewolf):

Johnny has a habit of scenting his witch when they have to go somewhere without him, and he claims it's to keep them safe from other monsters. but does he really need to rub his face all over their tummy and ass??

Johnny's witch takes care of him during his ruts by brewing him teas for his stomach aches. and provides him with their worn clothes so he can have familiar and comforting scents around him when he's rutting.

Soap also likes to hang out with his witch during nights on a full moon, so he can turn and run in the forest. and sometimes they even play catch with him, by throwing a stick and he runs after it, getting it for her, for pets and praises, tail wagging and all.

Ghost (symbiote):

Simon Riley is pretty cool, kind and pleasant to hang out with, Ghost on the other hand is dark in a weirdly attractive way (monster fucker alert). Ghost doesn't really have a form, they're just a mass of black matter that merges and melts into Simon's pores, but also has a voice of its own.

Reader has gotten used to Ghost jumping in on conversations when they're talking with Simon. And has even gotten used to Ghost threathening (flirting) to eat them (??). While Simon always apologises about Ghost, reader hasn't figured out if Ghost wants to eat them literally or sexually.

Reader has also gotten used to walking around Simon's place and being suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a cold tentacle attached to Simon's symbiote. Then asked in a very ominous voice "Can you get orange juice from the corner store? Simon can't, too tired."

Reader shrugs and nods, "Okay." while being held up in the air by dark matter.

"Thank you." Ghost whispers, their voice raising all the hairs in reader's body.

Price (Dragon hybrid):

he can breathe fire, but doesn't allow himself to so he satiates the urge with cigars. Breathing fire is a hazard and can put others around him in danger, and he can accidentally destroy his belongings by allowing the tickle of a flame leave his throat.

But sometimes he slips up, for example when he's balls deep in reader (don't ask me how we got here). They were curious about what it'd be like fucking a dragon hybrid and how can Price say no to those pretty eyes?

It happens when he's about to orgasm, and he feels fire tickle his throat, and when he can't swallow the urge back, he throws his head back and let's out fire escape his lips, blowing it upward so it doesn't catch on anything.

And then when reader realises what he just did, he gets shy about it. Usually he doesn't spit fire when he fucks someone, but reader doesn't need to know that.

Gaz (Crow harpy hybrid):

first of all, Gaz has the prettiest, softest feathers. They're black but Show different colours when lights hit them in different angles. And reader spends a lot of time just admiring them and caressing them while he plays his favourite video game.

And when they accidentally press on the feathers a bit too hard, he jumps and grabs their wrist, "Don't do that again, please."

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Reader apologises

"You didn't, they're just a bit sensitive… That's all." Gaz mumbles and they nod, resuming caressing his feathers in the gentlest way possible as Gaz resumes his game and tries to ignore the tingle at the base of his spine, making him shudder and heat up.

Horangi (Tiger shifter):

at first he scared reader because when they first met him, he was in his tiger form napping in the living room when reader walked in, completely clueless with a bunch of ingredients for a potion in their arms, "I got the-"

They used all of their strenght not to drop everything in their arms because the ingredients are expensive while they stood, facing a sleeping tiger, taking up the whole couch.

The tiger quickly noticed their presence and woke up, lazily blinking and letting out a big yawn, revealing a sharp set of teeth and reader readied themselves to cast a spell if the tiger was to ever attack or try anything.

The tiger kept staring at reader until they got bored and stood up on the couch, and shifted just like that, fur flipped into pink soft skin and bones reshaping themselves in real time.

And so reader was face to face with a naked man in the middle of Soap's living room.

König (eldritch):

König wears a huge diy'ed mask on his head, covering red and black smooth salty skin and tentacles. Sometimes he lets them hang outside the mask, poking and prodding this and that when he's comfortable, but most of the time they're hidden, out of sight.

Reader has yet to figure out where all of his tentacles come from, they know they come from his head, from the area that would be considered his chin and jaw if he had one, like a beard that has a mind of its own.

They've seen peeks of König shirtless a couple of times, but couldn't see any extra limbs or tentacles coming out of his skin, so how earth does he manages to wrap them in huge long tentacles? Where do they come from??

They've asked König of course, but all he did was smile, his eyes shaping half moons, patt their head and walked off without a word.

Alejandro (werewolf):

The only other werewolf in the bunch apart from Johnny. This man has also an obsession with scenting reader after Johnny scented them just to get a rise out of him.

He's territorial of course, very protective and loves to bite and nip at reader when they let him. Be it their hips, waist, tummy or ass, he'll happily sink his teeth in any part of their body as long as they let him.

He's also allergic to wearing clothes when the sun shines, if Alejandro senses that summer is very near, he'll strip to his boxers and hang around in all of his tan and hairy glory.

And reader is only human, when they see him like that, their heart skips a beat and they quickly leave the room Alejandro or otherwise he'll somehow smell them getting aroused.

And Alejandro doesn't even need to smell their arousal to know they're affected, because he can hear their thumping heart when he focuses his hearing.

They also try to avoid him when they've had their back blown by a local resident monster (only Soap's pack tho, no one else or they'll (141 & Co.) have a mental breakdown lmao) because he can smell the cum plugged inside them. and even when they've showered, washed away all traces of sex, he still can smell it underneath all the soap, lotion and body mist. And when he does smell it, he corners them and bullies them into telling him how it went down while they whine and beg him to let them go (they actually love it dw guys, ale would let them go as soon as they express real discomfort)

Rudy (human):

The second human in the pack after reader. While reader is a witch and in tune with the spiritual and supernatural world, Rudy can't feel shit. like nothing at all. everyone might be on edge because they can smell someone's heat and he'd be sitting there absolutely oblivious, at least reader is knowledgeable enough to know the signs of a heat or rut without smelling it.

Reader might be reluctant to go somewhere because they feel like the vibes are off, or the place is cursed and haunted, and Rudy would shrug and go in to retrieve whatever must be retrieved.

Rudy could be checking himself out in a mirror while a spirit would be looking right back at him and reader is just standing there, uncomfortable while he hums and fixes his hair and the spirit is highly confused because how the fuck isn't he being seen by the dumb very handsome human?

He's the type of guy who'd brush off any attempt at scaring him or cursing him without a second thought, a witch would try to curse him by planting a little pouch under his door matt and Rudy would absolutely have no idea and would never step on the matt at his doorstep because his legs are long and he never needed to step on it in the first place, he even has another one inside his house as well, it's just there to look nice really, so the curse never took effect in the first place until reader shows up and hisses in disgust, immediately finding the pouch for Rudy and throwing it away.

Even when a demon is actively trying to cause him nightmares, Rudy doesn't even notice because every night our boy passes out on werewolf knot, brain melted out of his ears, he barely has the energy to open one eye so it's impossible for his brain to conjure up dreams or be active enough so the demon can plant nightmares into his head.

I imagine Rudy getting his organs rearranged in the nastiest way possible while the invisible demon is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️😐 waiting for Rudy and the werewolf, who is probably Ale to be done so he can give him nightmares.

He's our unbothered King and I love him very much.

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[danikamariewrites]

hi!!! i'm new to your account, and the fics that i have read seem wonderful to me. i have a request. if you do not mind, could you write rowaelin x reader???? maybe something fluff and smut, i don't know, whatever you like 💗💗💗 no hurry <3

Dating Rowaelin headcanons

Rowaelin x reader

A/n: welcome to my blog anon, I’m so happy you like my fics that means a lot to me! I hope you don’t mind I did hc

Warnings: some smutty thoughts 18+ only pls

When they first approached you about a relationship you were a little nervous

You wanted to be with them but you were afraid of what others would say. Though no one would dare challenge THE power couple of Terrasen

Once you say yes, you realize it was the best decision

Aelin and Rowan love hard

So when it comes to you, or each other, they’ll do anything

Their nicknames for you are love, baby, flame, princess, and angel

You and Aelin share a love of candy and books so in your free time you pig out and talk about your favorite books

You and Rowan love being outdoors so he usually takes you for a stroll through the gardens or out in the woods

One-on-one time is important to the three of you since you all usually have sporadic schedules

When you get time together it's sacred

All of their attention is on you, no work and no distractions

Aelin is surprisingly cuddly and she likes it when you sleep in the middle so she can spoon you

Rowan likes sleeping in the middle so he can have both of you lay on his chest

He likes having you both close at all times since he's very protective. Ever since everything with Maeve he’s hated being away from Aelin and you

They’re terrified that you’ll be taken from them or leave

You reassure them all the time you aren’t going anywhere, “Listen to me, the both of you. I love you too much to just leave you. You can’t get rid of me even if you tried. And as for someone hurting me, I know you would tear the world apart to get me back. And you wouldn’t let anyone get close enough for that matter.”

Rowan would pull you to his chest and whisper, “Exactly little flame.” Aelin would stroke your hair and say, “We love you, so much.”

NSFW from here down

They are both givers

They make sure your pleasure comes first

You love being between Aelin’s legs. Her moans are so sweet and hearing her say please drives you wild

Usually Rowan was the dominant one when it came to sex

But there was one night where you and Aelin had schemed to take the reins from Rowan

He had been overworking himself and you both decided he needed to relax

When he got back to your shared room you two pounced on him immediately

Pushing him on the bed you both climbed on top of him

At first he didn’t know what was happening, “I’m confused but I’m also very aroused right now. What’s happening?”

You and Aelin had matching feral grins as you told him he needed was to relax and that tonight was all about him

[mamawasatesttube]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for the ficlet prompt pls !! love your writing so so much ❤️

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work.

"—still don't know why anyone would write this! Actually, who the fuck paid them to write this?! Is this the state of journalism in today's world?" Bart flails a hand at his laptop screen, laughing so hard he's turning red. "Someone—someone got paid to write—to write this?! This is a self-help article?!"

"I just don't—why would you—" Kon stares at the screen, too, fingers steepled and pressed to his lips in deep consternation. "I can't even finish my dramatic reading! Why would—why would—who even wants to phone a friend in the middle of doing an enema?"

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work, by which he means playing Minesweeper while listening to his very un-serious friends read a how-to guide on, for some reason, coffee enemas. It happens. He really did mean to get work done, but sitting in the common room was a mistake; he's just been listening and swallowing laughter for the past ten minutes.

"I can promise you this. If any of you ever phone me with anything up your ass, we are not friends anymore," Cassie says, sounding disturbed.

That does it. Tim's finger slips and clicks a bomb instead of a safe tile as he wheezes with sudden, explosive laughter.

All three of them whip around to look at him; Bart is the first to crack into giggles, too, then Kon smothers a chuckle into his hands, and finally Cassie slumps back onto the cushions behind her, cackling. Tim really, truly does try to get ahold of himself, but it's a losing battle at this point.

"Where did you even find this article, Bart?" he manages, grinning breathlessly. "Send me the link." It sounds like a great way to harass Dick, and Tim needs to do that yesterday.

"Why?" Bart shoots back immediately. "Feeling inspired?"

"You better not call me when you try it out," Cassie wheezes.

Kon, meanwhile...

Oh. Wait. What's up with Kon? He's still grinning, but it's a softer look than before; his eyes sparkle with warmth as he looks at Tim, perching in the bay window. That's a very, ah... fond? Yes, fond. A very fond look for someone whose companions are currently losing their shit about a self-help article about coffee enemas.

Tim meets his gaze and quirks an eyebrow. Kon blinks at him, seeming surprised; did he think Tim wouldn't notice him gazing over like that?

"Sorry, sorry," Kon says, though he certainly doesn't sound particularly sorry. “When you laugh like that, it just—man, you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Tim's face immediately flames. That's rich, coming from the most beautiful guy in not just the room, but the entire city. Country. World? Yeah, world. "Uh."

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you're so sappy!" Bart groans, smacking Kon on the shoulder. Kon, because he's Kon, just preens at his complaints. "Stop being a cheese before I kick your ass!"

"Be careful that it doesn't have coffee in it!" Cassie snickers into her hands.

Normally, Tim would join in on the ribbing. Right now, though, he's still a little stuck on Kon just casually calling him beautiful for laughing. What the fuck. They've been officially dating for two weeks! He can't just spring that kind of thing on Tim! And the worst (best) part is, because he's Kon, Tim knows he's being completely genuine about it!

Why did this have to happen during this, of all conversations?

"Now, Bart," Kon says, and aggressively ruffles Bart's hair. "You know Tim is the only one here with the rights to touch my ass, kicking or not."

Bart blows an obnoxiously loud raspberry. Tim drops his face into his hands.

Yeah, he's a serious guy, alright. Real serious about... starting a new game of Minesweeper and listening to his friends continue to be a bunch of comedians.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

[horrormario]

You decide to take your chances with the path of fire. As you walk further down it, the flames surrounding you get more intense for a moment. Then they begin to die down, until you're left in the darkness.

This is weird... usually you would've ran into someone by now-- and-- oh. Now you're hanging upside down as your ankle had gotten caught in a trap.

You try freeing yourself from the trap but stop when you have a massive battle-axe hovering near your head.

"Hey, bro. Caught a lively one." The man holding the axe states, chuckling. It's hard getting a good look at him, but he definitely sounds like a Luigi.

"Quit having better traps than me, Lui." Another man's voice can be heard not too long after... yeah. That's a Mario.

"What should-a we do with it? Kill it?"

"That is one idea... but no. Not yet."

You're then cut free, falling to the ground... ow. You'll be fine, you suppose as you sit up. The plumber in red crouches down to your level and smirks.

"Here, we'll-a give you a deal. Ask us any questions you have and we won't kill you. Try to run, well..."

He motions toward the plumber in green, who just seems happy at any prospect involving murder.

"Got it? Good."

((This blog is dedicated to Horror Mario/"M", the main antagonist from FNF: Mario's Madness! His brother is here too, so you can ask Lui questions as well.

If you're fortunate enough, you might be... "graced" with the presence of others from time to time.))

Do we really-a have to do this?

They say so, bro.

... Common sense is really lacking nowadays, huh? Fine

GROUND RULES UNDER THE CUT:

NO NSFW, WHATSOEVER. It's-a weird and we'll have no problem dealing with-a you personally if you even try.

Some of us happen to be a little special in the head, if-a it takes us a while to respond to something, too bad! Wait your turn.

Ehh, multishipping...? (is that the term?) is-a fine, I think. If you're being weird the person running-a this shitshow of a blog has every right to not respond to/stop a ship ask/roleplay. (DO NOT SHIP ME WITH MY BROTHERS I WILL FIND YOU-)

What are magic anons??... I see. I guess we can allow them.

(( Addendum to the rule above: I do have some ship preferences especially with M,,., pls don't get mad if it looks like I prioritize one over another :'D I'll try to treat all ship stuff equally on this blog ))

(( Another addendum: There will be a lot of headcanons to the characters so if something or someone is mentioned that's probably why!! Also if they (especially M) seems out of character I'm sorry I'm trying 😭😭 ))

[quinloki]

Hi imma be greedy too :3

what about worked up, kinks, and another with Sabo/Marco pls and thank you Quin :3333

xD Alright, so I'm assuming Sabo and Marco are the request for Worked up and Kink as well, and then together for Another - or at least that's what I'mma go with

mdni, you know the drill, kinks will get kinky so you've been warned.

-:- Worked Up -:- What is your f/o like when turned on? Are they desperate, tense, barely restrained? How do they handle it?

Marco:

Barely restrained. This man's control is all about keeping himself under control, but once he's worked up he's already started to let go. He wants what he wants, how he wants, and if I've opened the doors for him there's no holding back.

He can cool off in an instant if I need it - but otherwise it's a need that simmers under the surface, flickering flames along his shoulders and fingers, shifting in his eyes. Others might have me feeling like I'm being hunted, but Marco doesn't give that kind of heads up.

It's almost a tangible thing, honestly.

Sabo:

Sabo gets a little desperate. He does trying to keep it under wraps, but if he's had to deal with it for any length of time, his patience is often thrown right out the window. Knowing he's like that, and teasing him further is usually a good way to get myself in trouble >.>

What can I say, hearing those leather gloves just creeeeeak with barely restrained need is a delicious sound.

-:- Kinks -:- are you or your f/o kinky? What kinds of kinks do you and your f/o like?

Marco:

Marco's kinky in the "open to anything" sense of the word. He might have a weakness for a few things like Breeding and roleplays - a solid appreciation for impact play and power play dynamics, but really he just likes knowing his partner(s) is/are enjoying things.

So with me he incorporates a lot of rope and dom/sub dynamics.

The best part is that there's not really a lot of hard No's with either of us, so most of the stuff we do is experimenting and trying new things. It's a helluva lot safer with his devil fruit, for him and me.

Sabo:

Sabo loves power dynamics. He leans more toward being the one in control, but he's also okay with relinquishing that to some extent. I've barely got a dominating bone in my body though, so it's a rare thing for him to be receiving.

Impact play, Edge Play, Sensory Play - there's some madness in him, but he's oh so careful when walking along lines. He's a cruel bastard sometimes, especially with over-stim and denial, but the pay-offs are worth it in my opinion.

-:- Another -:- have you ever considered including someone else in your activities? If so, who would it be?

Marco:

Marco's not against it at all. So long as the person I'm including or he is, is aware of all the appropriate boundaries - safe words, limits, etc.

He'll rarely take on a sub role in group dynamics, however, no matter who else is included. Izou, Rayleigh, Shakky, and maybe a couple others will get him to let go of the reins, but otherwise he'll maintain control.

Which can be a sight to see when you're including someone like Sabo, who likes control more than not, or Kid who doesn't have a submissive bone in his body (Marco'll joke that he'll shove one in his ass if it'll make him feel better.)

Sabo:

He's not against it, but he's not overly open with it either. With Sabo it has to be someone he's gotten to know and trust, and much like Marco the first few times he's not going to be keen on relinquishing control.

Marco, Ace and Law I feel are on his short list. When it's Ace or Law it's always a bit of a power struggle between him and them (I'm just here for the ride lol ) - but it's not really much of a competition when it's Marco. Though to rank it a little more clearly, Law doesn't want to give up control as much as Sabo, it can get heated (they communicate so heated in a good way), Ace is more likely to fold than to fold Sabo, but I don't think he really minds it. I think he just knows Sabo likes the challenge, and I crumble like a house of cards.

Spicy self-ship asks

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Foolin x By the Sun and Candle-Light

song by def leppard, fic by @imsorryimlate

HUGE thank you to @yallwildinrn for convincing me to do this. pookie i love you so so so much u don't understand

OKAY *rubs hands together* time for some fic/song analysis (below the cut!! (bc it's kinda long and also. fic spoilers lmao))

soooo.... imho (because the fic is, in fact, a wip) do with me what you will could be either of them at the other once they finally decide to fuck. If they ever do. Unfortunately, I do fear that they may not. However, in my head, I specifically imagine it being Van Helsing @ Seward. I also think it goes better with the break the spell, take your fill bc. Bc Seward is breaking the spell, so to speak

I feel like the flame has died and the fire has gone refers to his attraction to his wife and how it was certainly there in the beginning, but as he's convinced himself that he's lost her and as he slowly has lost her, the fire of his attraction has burnt out and left him. well. alone then moving into this empty bed is a night alone/ I realized that long ago Obviously he would have realized this around the time that she got sent to the asylum. But these feelings are exemplified in chapter 6 when he invites Seward to stay the night and he has him stay in the guest room (bc. i mean. lbr chat what ELSE is he supposed to do smh) and he's like oh this empty bed IS a night alone. as per the fic, "Having undressed and changed into his own nightshirt, he lay down under the covers, and turned over, facing the wall to the guestroom. The whole night they would sleep side by side, with just a few metres between them."

"Van Helsing tentatively walked over to the wall that separated their rooms. He listened, but could not discern anything from the guestroom; no pacing footsteps, no suggestion that it was occupied. But he knew. Reaching out his hand, he let his fingertips brush against the cold wallpaper; he leaned his forehead against the hard wall." yeah unfortunately i have no words other than incoherent screaming <3

I think this is. Well, it's really a lot of Van Helsing in general, but also it's him in ch7 too because he's trying to discern if Seward really cares for him. And, I mean, I would argue that he does, and my coworkers, friends, and mom would too, but what do i know LMFAO. If you're really there/ and you really care goes really well with both the hypnotism and visits to the cemetery i think.

This is 1000% Van Helsing's whole friendship speech when he asked Seward to stay the night, I think. (made even better by the fact that, in a lot of live versions (esp the 1983 la forum one) he says won't you stay with me tonight)

hypnotism go brrr (no bc seward frfr closes his eyes and van helsing is so scared the whole time that he's going to want to leave and he's like no pls u gotta stay i can't lose you)

So the first line, to me, is mostly just all the times that Van Helsing dreamed about him. Even though they were dreams, and so therefore they don't really have much of anything, it's a testament to how much he wants him and how badly he wishes there was something there. Could stop good love from going bad I haven't really thought that much about, somehow, but in a lot of it he is trying to convince himself that he's not actually interested in pursuing a romantic relationship and that his desires are platonic or fatherly, but he's slowly realizing that they aren't. And he's trying to stop all of his unseemly desires for Seward sour the bond that they have, and he fears that he may not succeed so he's trying to keep as much distance as he can.

ANYWAYSSS like i said earlier this whole chunk is Van Helsing's entire internal monologue from when he finds out he wants to kiss Seward to the end of the chapter. It also follows him in chapter 7 whenever he's around Seward, but most notably when they're alone in the library i really cannot explain it anymore than that unfortunately. I have no pretty words or analysis all i have is the feral emoji bc i will just jump around in circles and scream

thank you all for coming along for whatever this was! this was so much fun <3 tyty again phoenix for convincing me to do this i rly am living my best fic-obsessed life frfr

[aimfor-theheart]

Can I ask for Fae Kaeya for the monster ask if its not too late pls? With Kaeya as the monster if you don't mind~💙🧊

ohh anon fae kaeya!!! how awful and beautiful he'd be!!

Fae!Kaeya

cw: alcohol consumption

***

The night roars to life with revelry and debauchery. Flames lick high into the dark sky, reaching for the stars. Drums thud and echo around your chest— dark, old music that reverberates around inside you.

You have been careful to avoid food and drink for the evening.

You know to eat or drink from the hand of a fae is nothing short of a death sentence for a mortal like you—whether you have worked with their magic or not. You know of nothing that could undo the curse of the fae. You have no talismans to protect you from it. Only your own wit against theirs, only your own intuition and will.

They do make it tempting.

Long, glorious tables in candlelight, out in the grove of autumn trees, overflowing with the best food you'd ever seen in your entire life. Fruits gleaming and perfectly ripe, bursting with color and juice. Bread still steaming when torn open. Meat that smells rich or sweet or spiced. Your mouth waters at the sight, at the smell of all of it.

You are careful not to look too long at it. You can feel it's unearthly pull. You can feel your stomach cramp with hunger, even if you'd eaten right before you came.

"Hungry?" Purrs a voice to your right. You turn. You'd know it anywhere. He's been haunting your dreams.

"Kaeya," you say in greeting, guarded, and careful. You take a step away from him.

The worst fae to you by far—so charming he makes your head spin, and twice as beautiful, too. Striking and devilish. Too alluring to resist the curve of his sharp smile or the brilliance of his star-blue eye. Worse than that, the fae that you have borrowed magic from before. You're tethered to him, in some horrible, monumental way.

"Don't sound so excited to see me," he teases. The goblet of wine in his hand, adorned with rings and jewels, clink against each other musically. And then he smiles because he knows. "Do I make you nervous?"

Your heart must've given it away.

"No," you respond sharply, "you irritate me."

He hums but the gleam in his eyes tells you he knows differently.

"Thirsty, then, perhaps?" He offers his wine glass to you now.

The liquid inside is plum dark. Sweet smelling. Tempting.

"My brother makes the finest wines in all the land, dark as rubies or light as the stars. Tastes as good, too. Wouldn't you like to try?"

"I'm no fool, Kaeya." You respond, finally leaning away from the pull. Of him. Of the wine.

"No," he agrees sweetly, "I suppose I'll have to be craftier."

Now, he takes a sip himself. A deep pull, throat working, until you realize he's going to finish the whole cup. Some escapes from the corners of his mouth, slips down the bend of his jaw, down onto his neck, trailing down his bare chest.

You watch the trail of it down his body. You swallow hard.

When he pulls the goblet away, his lips are berry red and he wipes at his mouth.

"Perhaps you're interested in a taste of something else." He muses, smile turning knowing and wolfish.

Heat rips through you. Your face explodes with it. With your embarrassment.

"Leave me alone, you devil." You turn sharply away from him, to storm off, or to leave entirely, you don't know. To get away from him.

His laugh curls around you, warm and amused.

"I'll have you yet, darling!"

"In your dreams!" You bark back over your shoulder.

"Oh, every night!"

You fight the urge to scream. You turn your face towards the sky, watch as the moon climbs higher and higher. This has only just begun.

When you glance back to Kaeya, he is gone, and all you find is other fae laughing and dancing and—touching. Holding each other.

You let out a harsh breath.

You feel eyes on you. You turn again. But he's nowhere to be found.

This will be a long, long night.

***

this makes me feel crazy fjdksfdks thank you for requesting!

send me a character + a monster and i'll write a drabble!

[trashlie]

Small addition: You're right about Yui needing Nol to keep Kousuke and Rand in check, but she could easily use Nol studying abroad to her advantage re: Kousuke and ignite his paranoia. 🥸 "The kid is studying in the UK/US, he's catching up to you, get it together you need to hurry!" "Your father helped him get into that college, he is on your brothers side, not yours, I'm the only one you can trust!" "After that fight between you two, the kid is going to want revenge, you should be worried!" And so on. I just doubt Yui would suddenly let Nol go abroad just like that. Not if she can make a deal with someone (Rand, most likely) and get something out of this simply because she can. Gotta seize the opportunity 🙌🏾 Or I could be completely wrong. -lil anon (who is really looking forward to your Rand post ) 😼

!!!!!!!!! OHHHH that's a good point! I wasn't even thinking of that at all because I like to hope that after.... everything.... that has transpired Kousuke will be able to get some distance from Yui but we know she is nothing if not determined huh ;________; and even if it didn't work on him that way anymore, it wouldn't be above her to try to use it to her advantage like that, to try to stoke those flames ;A; but I do agree that she is not one to just.... let things happen. It could very much be a combination of things, too. Yui was getting pretty desperate, acting sloppy. If she can get ANYTHING out of this situation, she's going to try or her name isn't Yui Hirahara, right?

But also I feel you lmaooooo I won't be surprised if we ARE wrong because there's a reason quimchee is writing this and NOT ME lmao. I love to predict things but mostly only in the "I will never get close enough to what will really happen" but I can't help it! I love to think about the many ways things could play out, the many ways Yui can wield her reign of terror against people lmao ;______; (Yui PLS leave them BE i'm TIRED ;A; we're tired!!!!!!!!)

Also MAN I hope my Rand post lived up to expectations! It is SO long but aljkafjfak I just have FEELINGS I have so many feelings about almost everyone in ILY at this point lmao EVERYONE IS OUT HERE TREADING WATER trying so hard to survive and it's so hard to save anyone else when you can barely keep your head afloat, right? ;AAA;

But man I will keep thinking about Rand "sacrificing" himself for Nol and what that might look like, and all the things that Nol may never know or understand about his father ;______; That's part of why I selfishly don't want Rand to die. I want Nol (and Kousuke!!!) to both get the chance to see how much Rand loves them, and what it cost him to love him this way ;_____; If I think too long about Rand showing up to Kousuke frozen and Nol bleeding out in the snow and how i imagine his "MY SON" sounded I WILL start sobbing LMAO WHY DOES ILY DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE why does it fill me with so many FEEEELIIIINGGSSSSSS ;A;

aaahhhh quimchee u owe me ;A; lmao

[nian-7]

Hii!

So I'm super new to all of this I have no clue how this works but I've read your match-ups and they are the absolute cutest things ever!!!

So I wanted to ask if I can just request one here...? Idk what to do TvT if yes you can read the thing I've written else please help-

-So looking for a partner, noone under 20y/o, everything above 20 is fine for me!! Oh and for pronouns pls use they/them for me!!! MBTI is ExFJ/ExFP (? Idk smth along that) 2w3 if u need that!! U dont have to put that into consideration tho

-So I'm very extroverted, have confidence in myself and generally pretty energetic and very good in social settings/entertaining - still I give off comfort-energy and I'm not a fan of chaos, I love it when things are planned out (I'm really bad at planning tho sadly---)! I also love helping others and will go out of my way to do anything for them!

-I also work really really hard for my dreams and will never stop even if the whole world doesn't believe in me!! (*σ>∀<)σ

-I just have a flame that never seems to burn out - but because I always give 110% I often overwork myself (I was in the hospital once because of that but that's another story ;-;)

-I've been described as the therapist friend pretty often and a sunshine that brightens others days (I don't want to sound arrogant!!) + I'm 0% judgemental torwards anyone and always believe in the good in people! There is beauty in everything after all (o≧▽゜)o

-Oh and sadly I'm sickly :(( I'm sick very often!! And airheaded and have problems in school/uni but hey at least I never give up TvT

-Well now after all - there is another side to me that is contrary to what you read before: As soon as something I wanted to accomplish fails I'm very frustrated. I put in everything I have and if it doesn't work I feel like an utter failure - I fall into a spiral of hating myself and I often feel like a burden to others because if I give everything I got and then FAIL I'm like damn I'm pretty bad/dumb/useless u know what I mean?

-I never show those bad feelings to anyone or talk about them cause I have trust issues from gettin bullied (for my emotional responses and colorful and cute style from my former "friend" group) for a longer time, I only talk about it when I'm 100% sure that person wont turn on me (there are 2 people in my live rn that I trust with that stuff)

-I'm also easy to tease or prank cause I'm naiive

(I hope this isn't getting too long or sad djtsutdzfdz)

-As a partner I like them calmer than me (doesn't have to be icy-cold, could be a calm sunshine too idc!) and not as energetic as me because I need somewhere I can come home to and chill down, someone who could help me a bit with planning and would encourage me to take breaks from time to time! I also seem to attract people who need help themselves for example anxious people or people with trust issues. I also don't panic easily and love encouraging others to be theirselves or to get more confident in general or listen to their sad stories and be there for them to comfort them (I'm good at that I have 3 little siblings and 4 little cousins o(^o^)o)

Thank you for reading that!! It's so much but I hope it could maybe help you :>

And thank you for doing things like matchups and requests I love reading those!! And DON'T stress yourself <3

You are a great person never forget that o(>∀<*)o

thank you, anon!! you sound very fun to be around! hope you enjoy your matchup!!

I match you with...

Yohei Kanbayashi!

-The biggest thing that made me pick Yohei was the way you described an ideal partner. He is a bit on the colder side but he is a more calm person than you! But just because he can be a little cold doesn't mean he has a big soft spot for you.

-Although he's not someone who needs comfort often or a lot of encouragement, he'll be very helpful to you. Helping with plans and making you take breaks are the big factors that made me pick him.

-He's someone who's fiercely loyal to you and will always be there for you no matter what. No matter if you're sickly, airheaded, or not ready to open up, he'll wait as long as you need. TLDR: he's always going to be there for you no matter what happens and his soft spot is very obvious to people like Saimon...

-Even as an introvert at heart, he doesn't mind your extrovertedness. He'll be there as your chill pill at the end of the day when you're tired and likes your sunshine-y demeanor.

-Failure is a part of life and he'll be there to catch you when you spiral from it. He seems to know the right words to say to you when you get upset and won't stop until you understand even when it comes off a bit aggressively if you don't listen.

[medtech-mara]

10, 12, 24, and 30 for Mara? <3

List for questions can be found >here< pls ask me more, or rb so i can ask you some ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

TW death.

10. Does Mara have any regrets?

I'm going to be completely honest here, and it gives me a pit in my stomach. The answer can easily be answered with Yes, but at the same time its more complicated.

I'll explain a bit, Mara suffers from Cyberpsychosis, though she's not totally out of control, she exhibits classic signs. One, of those is permeant. I took it upon myself to add this characteristic for her as her only way coping with everything thats happen. No amount of therapy will ever scrub from her. mechanically speaking, she could just go to therapy and if she gained enough humanity back, she would then lose that characteristic.

Mara's traits are the following currently:

Impusle control

Poor behavior control

Cunning and Manipulative

Failure to Accept responsibility

The last one was determined the last time she had dropped to 1 humanity point from full cyberpsychosis, one of those i rolled to see which one would be the perma trait..... So...(IF I had lost 1 more point... I would have had to turn her over to the DM, I no longer get to play her til she gains more humanity.)

Thats where it gets complicated.

God, I feel like I have so much to include here so I'll totally understand if you never ask me a question ever again. xD

If you were to ask ME what I want her to feel regret about its for Jack's death, after all it was her fault. If she had been open and honest with him before she left for the city center gig, he might have been saved from being mauled by one of Biotechnica's experiments. She knew in the pit of her stomach that Jack was up to something, but was too busy trying to remove the kill switch to do anything about it.

If you want to know what she regrets, its a few things:

Not going half on that Sig frame Jago wanted the night before he was beheaded.

Not reaching out and grabbing Jago to keep him from pissing off Tetsuo Okada.

Putting her fear aside and taking her chance with Jack Adams .

12. Does Mara have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer does she believe she has a sense of style?

Honestly, not really. Due to Mara being 6'2, its not easy to find clothes that fit her, so she often has to have things custom tailored for her. Which works great, because she gets the help she needs.

24. Does Mara have any Enemies?

She has no shortage of those... Some I don't even think I can name, because I just don't know them yet. Those I can name:

Tetsuo Okada, one of Wakako's sons, reasons for Night Raid putting him in the hospital for killing Jago.

Another one of Wakako's sons.. For J I H Z Z Y publically humiliating him and shaking him down for the repairs and solving their maelstrom turf war on livestream. I was too drunk over J I H Z Z Y being a bad ass to remember his name, im gonna be real.

Voodoo Boys, for stealing a black box containing unknown program, could have been the A.I that infected NIGHT RAID with the killswitch. Also killing Brigitte second in command, just as equally formidable as Placid. Also the violence between the two is starting to ramp up again. Due to hearing Panthera's interview with Genesis Vijun they've decided to leave a calling card on Mara's clinic door.

Saul Herrera- Valentino Fixer- While, if you ask Saul, he'd tell you she's just a borg'd brain bitch who needs to downgrade, and probably regrets ever contributing to her upgrades. He'd say it started when Desiree "Token" Yang had asked her told flame to help with a prank NIGHT RAID wanted to pull on a sleeping Panthera in the back of the crews car. He agree'd went with one of his chooms, pulled out his piece and tapped on the window of the car to wake Mara, he was to act like he was robbing her.

What NIGHT RAID didn't expect, Mara's reaction to be woken up with a gun in her face. Pulling the lever to get out of the car, Mara slid quickly back and kicked the door as hard as she could, causing the two valentinos to fly back, then Mara pulled her gun out and was about to paint the pavement when Saul's choom grabbed her by her hair pulling her off, kicking, screaming, and determined to go down fighting, Mara hissed clawing at the mans hand warning him if he didn't let her go she was going to rip his throat out with her teeth. Thats when NIGHT RAID stepped in and was like "Its just a prank, bro"

However, you ask Mara, she'll tell you the disrespect he's shown her every single time they met before the prank happened.

30. If Mara had the chance to be famous would she take it? If She is famous would she rather she weren't?

As it stands, Mara is famous. NIGHT RAID is on everyones lips currently. She's easily recognizable by anyone. Frankly, she wishes she wasn't.

It wouldn't matter if NIGHT RAID had stayed under the radar or not, she's married famous South African Rockerboy J I H Z Z Y, who has been making waves in the club scene from JAPANTOWN to Wellsprings, you'll hear his new single.

Though thankfully, Mara brings a threatening energy that most dont wanna fuck with, so they don't really approach her much.

OH MY GOD

I'm so sorry, Info dumped a lot, theres just so much about this campaign and so little time (and frankly peoples interest) to talk about it. I hope this doesn't prevent you from asking in the future. AND DONT JUDGE ME for giving up on linking every single person to the character key or do their respected pages. It's a lot to do. And I think you get the point by the first few times. This is probably all word vomit but its how i thrive in chaos.