#even when it's painful or absolutely crazy

[its44intheehouse]

OFF-LIMITS. -Rafe Cameron.

Pairing: best friend!rafe x fem!reader

summary: rafe has always been your sweet, loving best friend. until he showed you he’s way more than that.

author’s note: had a cute idea for a fic. hope you’ll enjoy. as always, this is filthy. -xoxo, cherry💋

warnings: possessive!rafe, borderline crazy, obsessive!rafe, mentions of violence, rafe being a perv in secret, mentions of JJ Maybank flirting with reader, choking, face slapping, rough, unprotected p!v, loss of virginity, praising, degradation, breeding kink (baby trapping)

Being Rafe's precious best friend meant that you were always going to get spoiled. Many women wished for the things he was constantly offering you; his undivided attention, his affection, random, huge amounts of money sent to your bank account everytime you'd tell him you had a bad day, or if you wanted to get your nails done, or go for shopping, sometimes insisting he'd come along, protection, maybe a little too much of it at times, everything you could ever want.

You were the most important thing in his life, since he never really had much of a relationship with his family, all of them treating him like he was a disease, something to be avoided at all costs, only bringing pain and suffering to those around him, like they'd often tell him. But you never saw him that way, and you hated his family for pushing him away and hurting his feelings like that. You were always there for him, his biggest supporter, the only one who could calm him down when he'd come knocking on your window late at night after having a fight with his father, the one taking care of him and putting a smile on his face. And he loved you for that.

But being Rafe's precious best friend also meant that you were off-limits to everyone else. You knew he had a tendency of being rather... intense, when it comes to you. Shit, everyone knew it, too, always choosing to stay at an arm's length from you in fear of what Rafe might think. Ever since you two were kids, he was always protective of you, and he absolutely hated the idea of sharing you.

As you got older though, it got worse. You couldn't even talk to a boy without him pulling you away immediately, and if you did, he'd always make sure to claim you in some way, wrapping his strong hands around you, or placing his big hand on your ass "innocently", always throwing daggers with his eyes and making sure that whatever asshole was trying to talk to you could see that you were unavailable. That he wasn't playing about you. His pretty princess. He didn't like it when you'd hang out with Topper and Kelce either, but since they were his friends, and they definitely knew not to fuck with him, he let it slide. But only because most of the time, he was with you, never leaving your side and silently taking notes of every time one of them would get a bit too close or be too kind to you for his liking.

You never had a problem with it. Rafe always knew best. That's what he'd always tell you, and you never had a reason not to believe him. He always took care of you. Many people talked and raised eyebrows constantly around you, not believing even for a second that you two were just best friends. There was no way that was all.

To you, it was just white noise. You were so used to Rafe and his behaviour that you didn't bat an eye ever at the closeness between you. He was just Rafey, your beloved best friend.

But little did you know the lengths that he'd go through to make sure you stayed by his side. That you'd remain his. His little bunny, oblivious to the real reason he's always asking to see your phone, hiding his true intentions with the excuse of just “checking for something", or "playing music" or wanting to "take photos" of you, when the real reason was that he was going borderline crazy just thinking about you secretly talking to boys on there. Oblivious to the real reason his knuckles were violently bruised once in a while, promising you that it was nothing, when in reality, he almost killed a few boys for talking about you or looking at you in a filthy way, or trying to spark a conversation with you. Clueless about the way he was always watching you, even when you thought he wasn't around. Following you in secrecy, almost everytime you'd leave the house, just to make sure that you were safe and you weren't planning on seeing someone else behind his back. Completely unaware of the way he'd steal a pair of your panties once a month, sometimes washed, but most of the time used, snatched right out of your laundry basket, just to fulfill his sick, filthy fantasies in the privacy of his room at night, when no one would be awake to hear his moans and your name slipping from his lips as he fisted his impossibly hard cock so fast that he was seeing stars.

He thought it was cute. How you never suspected anything, how blindly you trusted him. And he was fine with you not knowing just how obsessed he was, for a while.

However, his patience was starting to fade. With every pearly smile, every innocent look you threw his way, those short skirts and sundresses you liked to wear that he swore you were wearing on purpose, just to make him go mad. Everytime you'd sit on his lap, or press your cute little ass against him when you'd dance at a party.

Everything was slowly but surely driving him insane, and it was only a matter of time until he was going to finally take what he wanted, what was rightfully his, and only his.

In his mind, the moment you'd find out about his true feelings towards you was going to be romantic, he'd make sure to be careful not to scare you off, he'd make you realize just how much you need him and how much he loved you.

So why did you just have to ruin that, by letting a damn pogue, JJ Maybank of all people, flirt with you? He thought he was going to lose his mind when he'd caught you two on the beach, talking without a care in the world, that stupid pogue scanning your body shamelessly and complimenting your little outfit that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He thought he was smart and fearless, trying to get into your pants like that.

He thought.

Oh, how he hated that you had to make it hard for him and yourself by doing that. He had trusted you, showed you his love, his devotion, for so many years, and there you were, pushing him to do something so reckless that might make you hate him.

But no... he wouldn't have that. He was going to make sure you never looked at another man again, that he would be the only one for you.

Forever.

"My dumb little princess, always so fucking oblivious." He grunted, pounding into your little pussy violently while he gripped your cheeks painfully, making your juicy lips pout. "You don't know what you did to me back there, baby. You're lucky that little shit is still alive after what he tried to pull."

His tone was soft, almost mocking, but you were having trouble processing his words, too messy and too cock drunk to hear anything as you took what he gave you helplessly, your abused cunt swallowing him greedily with each thrust of his hips.

"I told you not to run off by yourself, didn't I? Told you you should only stick by my side. You. Only. Stay. With. Me." He barked, empathizing his words with harsh thrusts, knocking the air out of your lungs and having your back arch off the bed.

"M' sorry, Rafey! I... I didn't mean to, I promise!" You cried out, digging your manicured fingers into his shoulders as you used them for support.

He just chuckled, the sound dark and lacking any amusement. You didn't mean to. Of course you didn't.

"Yeah? Then what the fuck were you smiling at Maybank for, huh?! Letting him look at you, talk to you, when you know that shit pisses me off? You tryna be a whore or something?!" He snapped, grabbing onto the back of your thighs and folding them to your chest, the new angle allowing his cock to stretch you even more and hit your cervix deliciously.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your lips parted with a loud, pornographic moan.

This wasn't the Rafe you were used to. Your soft, caring, loving best friend, and even if you knew of his outbursts, his undeniable issues, he always made sure to keep that side of him away from you, only treating you like a delicate flower, worshiping you with all his heart. Now, he was a completely different person, and maybe you should've hated him for taking everything from you like that, your sweet, precious virginity, but to your surprise, you loved it. And the way your pussy was fluttering around him uncontrollably was a clear sign of that.

"Well shit, would you look at that." Rafe smirked, leaning closer and folding your legs further, the pain adding to the pleasure you were starting to feel at the pits of your stomach. He wrapped his fingers around your slim throat, applying pressure to the sides of your neck and humming in satisfaction at the way your teary eyes widened in shock. "My pretty princess likes being called a whore, huh?"

"R-Rafe! Please, please!" You begged, but you didn't know what for.

"You were just begging for some cock, weren't you? This slutty hole needed a good pounding that bad. What a shame, baby..." He tsked, shaking his head and leaning to peck your trembling lips briefly, before switching up and slapping your cheek, the sharp sound echoing in the room along with the filthy sounds of your skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching around him.

"My dick is the only one this cunt will ever see, understood?!"

You let out a short scream and clenched around him viciously, his words making your head spin.

You were sure you were scratching his back to the point it was almost bleeding, but you couldn't help it, feeling like you were going to pass out with his hand coming back to squeeze your throat and with the way his pace picked up, the bed creaking underneath you like it was going to break with the force of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes, Rafey!" You managed to say between moans and pathetic whimpers, reaching out and grasping his wrist, your small fingers wrapping around it.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. Unreal. With tears rolling down your soft cheeks, those pretty doe eyes looking up at him submissively, not hiding the way your pupils were blown in pure lust, only for him. Red, swollen lips from his kisses, your carefully applied makeup that was now ruined on your face, an obsessive amount of marks that were going to become flashy bruises, all over your neck and your chest, a clear reminder for you and everyone else that he owned you. The sweet sounds coming from your lips were like music to his ears, the countless nights where he'd imagine how you'd sound like, how you'd feel wrapped around his cock now useless, because nothing could compare to the real thing.

"Sweet angel taking cock so well. 'S like you were made for me, baby... Don't you think so? Look at how greedy this pussy is. Taking me like a pro." He praised, pulling back a little and tilting his head to the side and watching the way he slipped and pushed into you so easily, your slick covering his entire length, a hint of pink around his base, the evidence of your innocence being ripped away from you, now belonging to him.

Letting go of your neck, you finally gasped for air, blinking stupidly at him with your long lashes. But then, he suddenly reached out and grasped your hair, fisting it and yanking your head forward with force, having you watch the way he was stretching you repeatedly.

"Look how good you're taking me. This is all mine. Mine. No one will ever get to see you like this, baby... Gonna make sure of it. You'll never think about another boy ever again. You belong to me, you always have." His lips stretched into a smirk, the look in his eyes possessed as he watched you squirm and whimper, almost unable to keep your eyes open with the tears blocking your sight.

"Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me. You belong to me." He growled, his once blue eyes that were now dark and possessed burning a hole through you, his fingers gripping your hair tighter and pushing your head back. His body pressed against yours as his other hand sneaked its way to your pussy, his thumb pressing against your puffy, sensitive clit and rubbing it back and forth rapidly.

Your thighs were shaking around his waist, and your small body was trashing underneath him as you whined and locked eyes with his.

"It's yours, Rafey! Pussy's yours. I'm yours!"

"Fucking right. You'll never get away from me, even if you tried. I own you. You're never leaving me." He spat, the possessive words only making you squeeze his cock tighter.

It was supposed to be a threat maybe, but in your fucked up state, it was the hottest thing.

You wouldn't be able to live without Rafe anyway, you were so dependent on him, on his attention, his love, that the thought of ever being without him felt wrong.

Then, a sudden thought came to him. How could he make sure that you were never going to escape him? That you were only going to need him, for the rest of your life, just like he needed you. Maybe he could knock you up. Surely you'll never be able to run away if he got you big and swollen with his baby. You'll be his forever. God, only the thought made his body shiver. You'd look even more beautiful this way. Glowing, all because of him. Carrying his heir in that pretty belly of yours. Giving him a family to take care of.

An animalistic growl escaped from deep inside him, and his hips snapped frantically against yours with a newfound purpose now as he smashed his lips with yours, swallowing your whimpers. The kiss was filled with possessiveness as he tried to claim you in every way possible, his tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting you greedily while you tried to keep up with him, every once in a while clashing your teeth together as he rocked your fragile body into the mattress. When he pulled back, a string of your shared saliva connected your lips, and he grinned at you, but in a way that had the hairs on your body stand up.

"Think I know what to do with you, princess. Think I'm gonna get you knocked up. Yeah. You'd look so pretty like that, you'll be so full of me you won't even be able to walk. And everyone will know, baby... Everyone will know who did that to you. That you're carrying my baby inside of you. Rafe Cameron's baby. My heir."

[hw4-l1z]

I really liked “things dom!m!reader does that turn sub! LeeKnow on” can you please make a similar one about Han or seungmin

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"Things you do that turn him on"

Sub!Jisung x Dom!m!reader

Cw: gross boy sung// sweat licking// manhandling// quite a bit of sweat talk ngl sorry// slightly toxic reader// aggressive reader// choking// pain kink// humiliation// mentions of readers body being muscular// size kink???

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When you're angry

God he loves when you get mad

Not annoyed or upset or slightly pissed off. No

I mean FURIOUS.

When you can FEEL the anger radiating off you

When you snap at people or even go as far as getting into a fight

Slamming doors, throwing things, that aggressive tone of voice, the scowl, the clenched jaw

He shouldn't find your aggression so hot but he can't help it

He knows it's a toxic trait of yours and he shouldn't be with someone like that

But you look too hot

He'll just stare with lust filled eyes

And once your both alone he'd ask you to take it out on him

He wants you to choke him till he feels like his brains gonna pop out his skull

He wants you to slam him against the wall and have your way with him

He wants you to hurt him and leave marks

And you'll do just that

When you're sweaty

I'm a big believer in gross sung soooo

Just after a heavy workout you're absolutely DRENCHED in sweat

It's dripping down from your neck all the way down your naked torso until it stops at your waistband

He just watched each bead of sweat and gulps

He wants to lick it SO bad

He's almost drooling

His mouth is watering just thinking about the salty taste

He'd drag you to the bathrooms before you wipe the sweat off you and clean it up himself

Dropping to his knees and desperately licking your stomach

You love your gross boy

When you 'bully' him

You're a very playful person

And you like to annoy, push and poke fun into him

But what you don't know is that he gets off at the humiliation

Pointing at him and laughing for something he said

Telling others about it and getting them to laugh at him with you

Or even when you jokingly try to trip him or when you gently push him into a bush

He loves being manhandled by you

So when you grab him and put him in a headlock he tries his best not to moan out loud

He just enjoys being pushed, pulled, grabbed and hit by you

When you wear his clothes

Now the things is...

You're much bigger than him (which drives ji insane as it is)

But his clothes are always very oversized anyways

But they fit you almost perfectly and by perfectly I mean they're slightly tight around your body

So when you wear his shirts you can see...alot

Your muscular chest is perfectly outlined and you can see a faint print of your abs

You wear them to work out sometimes so by the time your back home they're drenched

Which as I said...sungie is gross and would go crazy over this

Of course he still washes them much to his disappointment but there's always a slight smell of you remaining

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[bloogers-boogers]

EDEN REPEAT (AU)

Lucifer finds a device (a remote. Yes this is inspired by the movie click) that can revert every choice he makes in regard of who he picks to stay with in the garden. So initially he had picked Lilith and every possible outcome had been done. Neither one of them ended up with Lucifer staying happily ever after with Lilith so he decided to go for Eve next, some choices were great. He was happy and had a beautiful family but at the end somehow Adam kept popping in Eve’s mind and heart which lead for a divorce and ironically it was the first man to steal his wife in that timeline. Then lastly there was a fucked button that was hard to press on that redirected to Adam, his name glitching on the small screen. He didn't even consider that even possible but there it was, and yet, it was like the universe was screaming at him to not even try, that it was already a bad idea without even able to see the options given for him. He pressed harder on the hard button out of pure curiosity.

And in a blink of an a eye he was back in the garden, hell long gone and he held a glowing red apple. This was it. He knew it was gonna be a shitty timeline like the rest of them were with the exception of witnessing the creation of his beautiful children ofcourse but yeah. There wasn't much to lose, he's seen countless people die and live. He can be able to tolerate whatever is shoved his way throughout this time.

So he walked passed the big forbidden tree and looked for Adam. Successfully avoiding encountering Lilith and Eve, he stopped at middle of where three path directed him to that one sole choice. Lilith. Eve. And then there's... Adam.

He had already stepped into the first two paths. Now it was time for Adam’s. What would be different?

The question echoed in his head as he proceeded to walk into the clearly rocky path, unlike Lilith who was filled with roses and spikes, or Eve’s that we're filled with vines and mud making it hard to let you in without getting tangled or falling. Adam's was just painful to walk on barefoot. Okay, haha, as if his father was mocking him, he stumbled across a big ass rock which he eventually had to climb to get to the other side. Once at the top he appreciated the view, he extended his wings, feeling the breeze hit his now golden feathers.

Oh, how painful it would be to fall again. He's done it three times and the pain is still intense as the first time. He shivers from the thought and considers just choosing himself as an option, was that even a option? Being a brainwashed slave for heaven?

No. He's the king of hell, well, soon would be. He won’t fall to such down levels of loyal golden dog title. No offense to his soon to be husband who in all timelines choose heaven and stayed a golden loyal mascot. WELL, with the exception of those two particular timelines were Lilith forces Adam to stay in hell with her; absolutely devoted to him encouraging Adam to be evil which he eventually turns into by becoming one of the most powerful demons Lucifer had the misfortune to ever meet and then there's the other one where Eve corrupts Adam instead, lying and tricking him to bite the apple eventually killing him. Now those were some crazy shit he had to watch develop or die from. Another recurring thing he's bare witness in all timelines is that Adam always ends up dying. Which was something he immediately took notice of.

He shakes his head away from all those thoughts, trying to focus on the task at hand.

And there he was. He stops when seeing Adam hugging himself with his arms, pacing back and forth mumbling, "he's gonna take her away just like he did with Lilith! I can't lose her," before hugging himself even tighter.

That made Lucifer's heart pang in guilt.

"Adam."

The sound of his voice startles Adam, making him jump.

"Samael! What are you.." he frowns deeper, "you're not supposed to be here," Adam says serious, "you and Lilith where banned from the garden remember?"

Okay. Here you go Lucifer. Use that charm to make Adam bite the apple.

"Yes. But! I was also blocked from giving you what I truly wanted for you to have."

Adam tilts his head slightly confused.

Lucifer then shapeshifts into a snake and slither his way towards Adam, climbing his leg then reaching his neck. He can feel the first man tensing while shivering slightly from the small hissing Lucifer was emitting close to his ear.

"They call me Lucifer now. I'm here to offer you free will," he poofs the apple inside his mouth. It was a funny view for anyone who wasn't aware of the consequences of taking such apple, only seeing a small snake and a huge fruit as the size of a lemon trapped against two sharp fangs, eyes popping out as if he were being squeezed.

Adam gasped in horror, "y-you're not supposed to have that! You're gonna get in trouble!"

Lucifer pushes the apple out of his mouth to Adam with his tongue but the other refused to take it, making the fruit fall into the ground.

"I couldn't give this to you as I did to Lilith. Ever wonder why Lilith decided to flee the garden? It wasn’t because of you. It was because she's no longer tied up by heavens chains. She's free to wonder anywhere, Adam. And you could too. If you bite that apple."

"No! Are you nuts!?" Adam pushes Lucifer off him, stepping as far away as possible from the snake.

His big golden-doe eyes stare at him in pure disbelief.

Lucifer poofs back to his angelic form, "haven't you ever wonder what it would be like to choose your own future?"

Adam blinks. Lucifer's smile widened. He got something. Now it's time to make Adam wonder further. Now that he thinks about it, he has never offered Adam the chance to be able to choose. Everything was always forced upon him, which was sad and very unfair for the very first human. Maybe if he had offered Adam the apple instead of trying to trick him in those other timelines it could've been different?

His eyes glowed as he stepped closer to the first man, almost hypnotizing.

"Adam, it must be torturous to be always following their rules and receive only their word for gratitude. Be your own person."

"My own person..?" Adam musters in a whisper, trying to decipher what those words meant, eyes glued stuck to Lucifer’s as the angel kept approaching him. So close, that he only stops once his a few centimeters away from him.

Lucifer gently presses his hand on Adam’s cheek, the first man lets him do so. It felt warm.

"Yes. You can pick your own destiny, you don't have to father children, you don't have to be married! All you can do is choose. What do you want, Adam?" The angel almost purrs softly.

Adam was left speechless, his thoughts running miles, all leaving to the only conclusion that it would be cool if he could pick for himself.

"All you have to do is bite that apple," Lucifer nudges with his head towards the apple that was long forgotten in the ground.

"Is that even possible..?"

"It's possible. This will change everything."

From the corner of his eye, Lucifer can witness Adam slightly licking his bottom lip staring at the apple, contemplating the possibilities.

So he kept pushing, walking around Adam, proudly.

"No having to deal with the pressure of having to conceive with your wife."

Adam bit his lip. Lucifer kept walking around him, beaming triumphantly.

"No need to preform any of those dumb tasks to prove you're worthy for the angels."

Adam bites harder.

"No need to retrain your feelings or fake you're okay."

Adam watches the apple with much hunger.

"You can do what you want, say what you want, be what you want."

And in a sweep motion Adam grabs the apple from the ground and takes a huge bite.

'Nailed it' Lucifer thought, smuggly, as he watches Adam savoring the apple. He can hear thunder from the skies but pays no mind.

He examines in careful detail how Adam reacts to the apple. Previously, with Eve, his reaction was obviously betrayal considering he was tricked however this time was different. It was all willingly.

Hopefully it would be different.

Adam freezes which makes Lucifer look at him alarmed. The apple falls slowly out of his hands.

"..Adam?"

Adam eyes shrunk, his mouth slightly agape.

"I see it." He says, slowly his mouth twitches into a smile, his eyes immediately widening.

Lucifer brows frowned together in confusion, "what?"

"I can see it! Lucifer!" He turns to see him, grabbing a hold on to his shoulders, "it's beautiful! And fucking horrific! I feel free! I can finally do whatever I want!" He then smooches Lucifer in a deep kiss leaving the angel stunned.

Lucifer solely blinks after Adam steps away jumping in excitement and a flaring determination.

"That was hot," he finally musters out, before smirking proud as he watches the first man fist punching the air.

"I'm gonna choose to not be father of humanity!"

Lucifer shakes his head with a chuckle, "okay big guy. There's small dreams as they're big. Let's be more careful into planning how to make those big dreams come true. If you follow me, Lilith, you and I can go against heaven and fight for your freedom."

Adam blinks.

"But.. I thought I was already free?"

"You are!" Lucifer adds quickly, "but from your choices. It's much more complicated when it comes to heaven."

Adam's smile slowly falls, "I don't want to hurt heaven either."

Lucifer takes a moment to respond to that. Surely this was not the response he was expecting from Adam. But even as biting the apple, Adam's loyalty still remains faithful and strong.

He takes a deep breath, in a attempt to ease Adam, he approaches him and holds his hands.

"C'mon, pretty peach. We have to go," the thunder gets louder and the ground starts shaking, "I'll make sure those dreams come true, but first, we have to think smart. You're now able to think beyond the capability you were initially given! Isn't that exciting?"

Adam turns back to looks at the dark path that lead to his resting place.

"What about Eve?"

"We'll come back for her. First we have to make a plan. Come now!" He then drags Adam outside the garden and head to his cave with Lilith.

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Lilith looks at him in absolute disbelief, "you said you were going after Eve! But you brought him instead!?"

"Did I now?" Lucifer thought for a second, it's been so long since he's been doing these eden repeats that he's long forgotten what he initially went inside the garden at his first time.

"He's harmless," he defended as he watches Adam look in curiosity the cave.

"This place sucks," that was the only words that came out from the first man, making Lilith huff displeased.

"Do I have to remind you how controlling he was to me!"

"He wasn't controlling, he was following orders," Lucifer quickly sweeped Lilith’s concerns aways as he continues to stare at Adam, "he has bitten the apple, Lily. He knows better now."

"Yeah, chillax, babe," Adam starts making yapping motions to Lilith.

The first woman crosses her arms annoyed.

Part 1??

[magiturge]

MY GOD GIVEN RIGHT TO LOSE IT ALL.

moofy’s information / backstory under cut

i mentioned it earlier but moofy is my sona / gruntsona, he doubles as an oc i filter my feelings into.

moofy was originally a scientist under the nexus core, diligent and hardworking with ideas brewing under the brim. visually, he looks no different than other scientists, it was just his enthusiasm to present something of his own to the world that made him an outlier. being based on the asylum patient origin, it follows that moofy presented an idea that was deemed too dangerous or outlandish, having him locked up in the asylum.

that idea was uploading the mind into machines, binding what you were to an object or system that did not require organic needs. it was an immortality that ripped you from your body, from sensations in the real world but it should be worth it for the cause of having units that would never fall.

moofy carried that idea with him into insanity, spiraling in the asylum. there are various rashes and scratch marks burned into his skin from the excessive need to soothe himself of the pain he’d received throughout his agonizingly long stay. he avoided lobotomization through other means such as negotiation but other deep cutting scars and wounds are cut into his mind. they’ve forever changed his perception of the world and made an irreparable mark in how he will act towards other.

unlike the patient origin, moofy was never cleared and allowed back into society but freed when hank was in search of hofnarr. asylum patients being able to escape due to the breach, he could run away. it was not an immediate escape, he hung around in his room despite the door being open.

watching and waiting.

the outside world is absolutely not going to be the same as it was since the last time he saw the sky and the prospect of a scary world unaccepting of him made the the bindings of his attire all the more comforting.

although it hit a point that he finally rose from his room, when the chatter and incessant giggling of fellow patients were far away that he surveyed the asylum. there were dead harmacists and orderlies strewn about alongside unfortunate patients who fell to unforgiving, indifferent hands.

it wouldnt be smart to run outside looking like a patient, there was a reason even if crazy and unjust that people were ‘patients’ and someone would find one way or another to keep you in there. you were already messed up, nobody would be averse to giving you another couple injections and tossing you around as a bonus.

he would pick up the labcoat of a harmacist, violently shaking the sleeves off the shoulders of the corpse before gently squeezing the arms of the body in apology. and he apologized again as he would rip the id from their neck, scrambling his hands for a sharp object to scratch into information on it. the face, the name, rubbing it into the blood everywhere, making it as illegible as he possibly could.

he was a harmacist. thats what he is now

he’s a harmacist, a hardworking harmacist caught in the crossfire of the breach. cowering under desks and hiding from unruly, freed patients. all these pricks and scars from needles, an accident from stress.

thats him now. thats what he will run with.

moofy would later encounter a nexus soldat in his exit from the asylum premises, finding himself in the throws of a nexus core in absolute disarray. he would be smitten with this soldat as he would now be the first friendly face that offered kindness and hospitality with no catch. his idea of a healthy relationship was shattered, this is something and someone he clings to with a knuckle aching grip.

from here its rather loose ends, but the absolute end would likely be moofy ‘dying’, achieving his now self centered goal of being within a machine or system, where nothing and no one can touch him again. his body will rot beneath his screen.

[strange-anni]

Yeah I do think that's the reason why they swap. El can't have the pure vanilla flavor bc she is not pure. (Doesn't reflect my personal beliefs) At the same time, Max can't have the Strawberry bc she is not a strawberry, so they switch.

It's just so interesting bc I do believe Will is trying his very best here to recreate history. He's always probably subconsciously trying to recreate all the trauma but do it better this time. To try and find a solution or healing for all the pain that was inflicted upon him. So El orders the vanilla, plain simple and pure and at fist it seems to work but then Max wants so swap ice creams and El is the Strawberry again.

I think that's big theme in the entire show. Will trying over and ever to set things right but in the end he always fails. He's trying to get control over the situation but it's just not working.

I think it's the same for Fred. He lives on Cherry St. and it's another attempt at recreating innocence which is then squashed when Fred is the one telling inappropriate things to Nancy making her feel uncomfortable.

Gosh, you're right with the Poplar Tree! I totally missed that there wasn't an "u" in there haha

But yeah, it does make a lot of sense for Chrissy then. Her life was also really short, she was there fast and just fast she was gone. I do wonder though, considering that Poplar Trees seem to grow after a wildfire and then protect the little seedlings until they take over, if there is a similar meaning for Chrissy? If she also did protect anything which then took over?

I need to think about the one with Patrick too as I'm not sure either but he was part of the basketball team and therefore part of the more popular crowd. Does that have anything to with it? I honestly don't know though.

If Will is "crazy" because he has DID, then how is Mike "crazy"?

That's such a good question! At first I thought Mike has such a huge influence on Will bc they are best friends and he means so much to Will which could still be true tbh. But then again, is there more them both being crazy than just that?

Another reason could be that Mike knows Will has DID even if he doesn't know what it is exactly or why Will has it in the first place.

Then there is the fact that Mike is also always into the supernatural things. He always believes Will and is on his side never doubting him. That in turn made me think of Joyce. Like they are both very similar in that aspect and since you mentioned that Joyce might have schizophrenia, I was thinking what if Mike has it too? And since it's genetic.. could it be that Mike is actually Joyces son? A bit wild of a thought process I admit but yeah, if you look a little deeper into it you can find lots of clues that Will and Mike might have swapped place at one point in there life.. so I don't think it'd be totally out of left field?

Yes Yes absolutely correct! Children need to be given the tools to seek help if they ever experience something like (se*ual) ab*se. There is absolutely no downside to giving then the proper education early on so they know and have the words to tell others if something is not right. And while we're at it, teaching them about consent and the fact they can and should say no when something doesn't feel right to them is also so important.

That could be good reason as to why "he" likes it cold. If Lonnie suffered from hyperthermia it would not surprise me if the house was also constantly cold or not that well heated in winter which would add to his home making Will uncomfortable.

This is the source El finds in the void and it's twofold. It's the father. In this case it's Neil but he's just a stand-in for Lonnie.

The other source is the Steel Works warehouse BRIMBORN but that's not how it is presented to us throughout season 3.

It reads more like BRIMBORN as a shadow covers up the B pretty consistently, making us unable to read it

Warning for discussions of CSA under the cut

We also get the full address of the steelworks warehouse and it's

Brimborn Steelworks 6522 Cherry Oak Drive

This is how where the MF possessed Billy. Cherry Oak Drive

Lonnie also means oak tree

Max also tells us Billys full address

Billy Hargrove 4819 Cherry Lane

Billy lives on Cherry Lane but he lost himself and got possessed by the father at Cherry Oak Drive. A lane to drive on...

Source

Billy was a Cherry Lane at first until he got corrupted in the Cheery Oak Drive

Billy is short for William and a stand-in for Will

We also learn more about cherries and their availability

Hopper says there is no cherry in the 7-Eleven. Apparently they had only strawberry

That's not entirely true tough as we see with Alexei here. In fact it seems like they have only cherry and cola. But Hopper still drove there even though it was way out of his way. So I'm sure he would have gotten cherry if it were there, right?

Well, maybe it's more like an either/or situation with the Seven and the Eleven in which one number is the cherry and the other is the strawberry . Maybe they are mutually exclusive

As we've already seen though, it's Will who is already associated with cherries via association of Billy which in turn can only mean one thing

Eleven is the strawberry

But

In the end there is no difference. Cherry and strawberry taste the same. They are the same. Just sugar on ice

But what's a strawberry anyway?

Source

First of all of this goes with the Will Byers has DID theory.

For the longest time I was convinced that Will created Eleven on the day he vanished in the woods but I don't think that's what has happened any longer. I think she was there long before. Ready to take over whenever Will needed her to use her superpowers to absorb what he couldn't face.

That's why Eleven is a strawberry. She was there ready to save Will whenever Lonnie sold off his son to buy dr*gs. It's why there is still a cola next the cherry in the 7-Eleven. Coca-Cola or just coke. Other sources also say that a Strawberry is a woman who willingly sells se*ual favors to buy dr*gs. (although willingly is hardly the word I would use here)

In the beginning of the first season El could barely speak and was more like a child who didn't understand anything. This was also done for her protection throughout the years I think. The less she understood what happened, the better it is for her (or so the reasoning goes)

But she still understood the most important part

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

Band leader at church: *tells me that he appreciates me, values me, that I am loved, that he sees the effort I’ve put in, that he wants to get to know me more*

Me: *feels good for a few hours*

Me: *has in-person interaction with him and the worship leader tonight*

Me, hours later: they hate me. They both can’t stand me. Whatever he said this morning, he doesn’t feel it anymore. He thinks I’m weird. He thinks I’m annoying as heck and doesn’t want to be around me. They are both annoyed at me and I took up a disrespectful amount of his time last night and he thinks I’m rude and entitled.

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

Something I really adore about Minthara is she's the only companion--and honestly the only major character really--who truly brings the horror and tragedy of what is being done to the True Souls to the forefront, and reveals just what an awful fate you and the companions avoided by mere chance. Because at that point you're mostly thinking about turning into an illithid and true destruction of the self, not how you would've been a True Soul--but still you--slaughtering your way across the countryside like every other infected.

Because it doesn't matter how good or noble or strong-willed you are. Every companion, from Astarion to Wyll, would've been willing to commit atrocities in the Absolute's name were it not for the Prism.

The way she describes the Absolute is so insidious. How she had no choice, or more accurately her mind had been warped to the point that whatever the Absolute wanted was the best choice she could ever make. Minthara is Minthara, she expresses absolutely no shame for some truly horrid things and proudly claims evil actions taken in the name of survival or faith as her own, and yet what she did under the Absolute's control is what she outright rejects as being in any way her fault. The way Orin tormented her and then it was remembered as something revelatory, divine, rather than a moment of fear and violation, is so fucked up. Minthara is such a genuinely proud woman, so seeing her so affected and her declaration that she'd rather die than have her mind and agency stolen again, is very disturbing.

There are a few moments where the True Souls get a bit of narrative sympathy and humanity. Those siblings outside of the Grove for example. But Minthara is the one who truly brings home how every True Soul is a person who has been taken and violated and exploited with no real say or ability to resist. They are victims and their Chosen-ness is almost a mocking parody of the relationship between the gods (Bhaal, Myrkul, Bane, Shar, Mystra, Vlaakith) and their Chosen (Durge and Orin, Ketheric, Gortash, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel) where the entire farce and delusion of it is laid out for us to see. At the very least the vampire spawn have some sort of will outside of their master, the True Souls don't even get that. And you still have to kill them.

Very fitting for the tragedy-horror theme of the 2nd Act though.

[itspileofgoodthings]

tags continued from prev post.

[softest-butch]

we just watched interview with the vampire (1994). waow....... it's bad!

[coloursofaparadox]

im still not over the sleep thing one sec i gotta rant about this shit

[bibiana112]

And for bad oversharing medical news the arrhythmia from december never went away but I thought maybe the throat infection was still there right so that could be a reason but then I went to a specialist and not only is it practically cured (just lingering a bit) but my lungs sound fine as well! which means! the shortness of breath is probably something wrong with the oxygen in the bloodstream and the slight chest tightness is also extremely worrying I could only make an appointment to get it checked next friday and that sounds like way too long

[doerot]

I'm still a little mad at this sorry and my head is killing me but I hate that the last two shows I've watched was a psychological thriller take on the magical girl genre with an interesting discussion on societal traumas that young girls face, and catching up with the fucking sao abridged series, and somehow the youtube parody has tighter narrative arcs and story telling

[bunnis-monsters]

Ditzy puppy!hybrid reader and your yandere wolf hybrid!bf that is constantly worrying over his innocent little mate.

You’re always getting into trouble, needing to be saved and coddled. He loves his dumb puppy, but wishes you would be more careful.

Watching you tumble and hurt yourself breaks his heart, and he ends up buying you a lot of ice cream and gifts to stop your tears.

You are quite the spoiled pup, using your puppy privileges to get whatever you want, even if your boyfriend knows you’re not an actual puppy, he can’t help babying you.

Just don’t be surprised when he wants to keep you on his knot so you don’t go wandering off somewhere and hurting your pretty little self. You’re his mate, and he would be devastated if anything happened to you.

He’s quick to get you heavy and swollen with pups, it keeps you from leaving the house as much because walking is a chore.

He’ll nuzzle you and spoil you with sweet treats and new maternity clothes, just trying to keep you distracted from the fact you haven’t left the house in months.

He goes absolutely crazy over your pregnant body, unable to go a single day without mounting you. It almost feels like he’s trying to get you pregnant all over again while you’re carrying his pups. He can’t even wait until you give birth, he needs you!

And he just loves drinking from your plump, full breasts. They’re so heavy, he’s just helping relieve some pain. Your nipples are so swollen and sore, and he’s here to make it all better!

Just let him rut into your fat pussy while you’re nice and swollen with his pups. He’s such a good mate, why would you ever want to leave his side? You’re so clumsy, he’s just taking care of you! Don’t you want to be spoiled and treated like his little princess forever?

Just keep being his dumb little puppy, and he’ll take care of everything for you~

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[ubeb0nes]

HCs of Sevika in Love ఌ

Congrats champ, you bagged a baddie!

**Reader is fem!

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It's not that Sevika has crazy high standards. Her wants in a partner are actually very straightforward; it's just that most people lack the base integrity and self-accountability to even catch her attention in the first place

I really don't think she'd ever fall for anyone from Piltover, there's just too many generations of trauma accompanied by a life lived under their foot for her to get past. She loves Zaun too much to ever love anything to do with Piltover

That said, she's attracted to the ideals she associates with the Undercity; perseverance, strength (doesn't have to mean physical), adaptability and loyalty. If you have her love, you most certainly earned it bae

For her, it's probably an "oh shit"/"oh no" type of singular moment, when she realizes she's fallen in love

Either you got hurt or in some position where her true feelings were forced out of her, OR it's during an achingly soft moment where it's clear how loyal/devoted you are to her, and only her.

Absolutely spends months denying herself. She will try to distance, reasoning that you're both better off without the notion of love walling you in.

Zaun is no place for that, she thinks. She recalls Felicia and her husband, dying together on that bridge while a twenty-something year-old Sevika, at the time, watched them fall.

The pain to know you couldn't save your loved one in your final moments (even worse to leave two young children behind). She couldn't imagine it. Didn't want to. Sevika knew that her road would end at a violent last stop, and she didn't want you anywhere near that. She thinks about having met you in a different place.

…But she can't fully hide how she feels about you, not ever. She may oftentimes be rough and ruthless, but even at her worst moment Sevika isn't a cold individual. She's too passionate about you, cares too deeply for where you are and how you are

So when you show up at her apartment to yell at her for being so cruel, for shutting you out of her heart instead of being a grown-ass woman and telling you what the fuck you did wrong, she lets you.

She lets you yell until you've tired yourself out, and then she pulls you into that embrace you missed so much. You hit her shoulder or her chest, weakly, because you love her like crazy and never wanna actually hurt her, and tell her to fuck off.

"I didn't wanna push you away, dumbass," she'll say to you, softly, as she presses a kiss to your ear, "You think I don't want you with me all the time? To tell you I love you and shit without it coming back to bite us in the ass? Of course I do. Of course I do. I just… I don't know how. But I'm gonna fuckin' learn, doll. I promise."

"You… you love me? Really?" "Doll, I don't even let Silco talk to me like that." "You asshole-!"

You're mad, but not really. How can you be? You two will make this work, she already gave you her word.

It's more likely for you to move in with her than vice versa. She lets you go ham on adding your personality to her living space, she doesn't have any strong preferences besides cleanliness

Always says I love you before she goes to work. Just in case. If you mess with her and don't say it back, she will get up in arms about it within two seconds of silence

"I could die, you know." "Babe, I'm just joking!" "Do you see me laughing??"

Obviously, lets her drama queen side show more. She's just all-around looser once she confesses.

She makes sure you know how different you are from others, how special you are. Even her posture is different the moment you're within arm's reach

Body language and physicality are Sevika's main fluency. When in love, you notice the way she angles her body protectively around yours in public, or how she always urges you to link your arm with hers when you walk.

You notice that she almost looks… smaller at home. You realize this is on purpose. She makes herself less intimidating when it's just you, lowering herself to your level and opening her posture to you

At home, she likes kneeling by your side when you're sitting on the couch, checking you over or pressing slow kisses to your hands.

Devoted, devoted, devoted. She never wants you to forget.

Every time you call her name, she always stops what she's doing to give you her attention.

"Sevi?" "Yes, baby?" Every time. It's grounding for you both, in a way

Her henchmen become your henchmen. They know better than to say no to your requests for their help. (Ran is down for antics with you regardless!!)

People all over the Undercity start to recognize you as "Sevika's woman". Not her "girl", you garner too much respect for that

You are the only person Sevika answers to besides Silco. Her close circle teases her that you turn her into a little lovestruck puppy

It's really only them who are even capable of teasing her about this, because her changes in behavior are so minute but so important

She puts out her cigarillos when you sit down with her. She always shifts you over to her left side (the side most capable of protecting you). Her eyes start scanning the room more frequently than before you'd arrived.

She figures out over time that she was wrong. When she holds you against her while you sleep, and you grab her hand half-consciously to press kisses to her wrist, she knows you don't make her weak

When you whisper that you love her against her neck while you sway in the kitchen, moving to whatever music vibrates from the depths of her beloved city, she knows you don't make her weak

When you pull her back together without fail, remind her that she is more than just a grunt in a revolution, a soldier that can be replaced, she knows you don't make her weak

There isn't anything she wouldn't do to get back to you. She has to live long enough to know what a good life in a liberated Zaun looks like with you

[neverendingford]

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[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. teasing + dirty talk // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ whiny boothill <3, fem! reader ♡

"just the tip, please," with boothill but he's lying, "i swear," he whines shamelessly then goes, "really, jus’ the tip, baby," as he slowly lines himself up and rubs circles on your hole before guiding you on his dripping cock.

he could lose himself in you forever, "that's… it, so- so good, ugh," as his hips stutter in an attempt to behave. boothill doesn't think he'll manage to keep himself quiet this time, not when you're making it painfully aware that you want more of it too, more of him— always swaying your hips from left to right so his tip would end up coating your folds with clear pre.

you're teasing— on purpose, making him go through the pain and loss, the want and need of your walls sucking up to his shaft, "one more…" he breathes, "i can feel you get tighter," as he moves one hand down to trail over your clit, "one more inch, then i'll stop, ugh— please, please baby please," he assures, his teeth slowly prancing over the skin on your neck.

boothill loves how you squeeze him, how wet you were and sounded like, it turns him even harder and more desperate, fuck, he wants to cum so fast he can barely take it anymore, "inside.." his brows twist when you gently throb around his shaft, "wanna feel you better so badly,"

as you may have noticed, boothill cannot get enough of you, it's truly in vain, what a pathetic man that drove you absolutely crazy— because, as much as you loved playing this game with him, you can't wait until he buries it all into your addicting cunt.

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