#fucking zapped so hard all of that happened to her)

[jesuisnilunnilautre]

potential tmi but im so fucking tired of pissing backyard hose strength cold water out of my asshole and getting little surprise radio wave ear pulses every 30 seconds just give me my goddamn medicine that i have a refill for ON FILE and AVAILABLE. like my pharmacy fully requested another one too when it wouldn’t show up. bro why are you telling me that the motherfucker who prescribed me this medication for THREE YEARS can’t fill it because some gp i saw literally one time for a physical TWO YEARS AGO wrote a script too what the hell man. this has literally never been a problem in any of the MULTIPLE TIMED i have asked for refills and renewals since then. i dont even know who you are ive never talked to you before in my life. if youre his nurse you should have my fucking information in front of you! if youre responding to me! to see what i’m talking about! or just let me talk to my fucking doctor im so tired of being in pain

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[munch-mumbles]

health anxiety has been getting pretty bad again lately (as evidenced by some of my recent posts) i need to start projecting it on someone to cope with it. looks at gummy with malintent

[thehighladywrites]

— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

part 1 part 2 part 2,5 part 3

The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

—

Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

—

After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

—

Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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[polyhexian]

yall gotta STOP saying hunter was trying to kill amity in eclipse lake. he was not. he was going out of his way not to kill her. his goal was to get the key and to get the key only.

lets discuss in detail.

absolute first thing that happens: King wehs Hunter

Hunter gets Flapjack staff

He teleports twice, says 'real staffs are weird' and then amity ties him up. he teleports out of this into the air.

then we has his first actual aggressive non defensive move:

This is an AOE attack. area of effect. its an attack that does less damage but hits a larger area. so this sends bolts of magic scattering and bouncing all over the place. none of them actually HIT her. and this attack does not aim at her. It purely puts her on the defensive because she is now dodging blasts.

she hops off her staff to block one and then hunter teleports in

he is now behind her and she is caught off guard. he does not attack her flank, he just reaches for the key, before king tackles him.

he teleports behind her again, and this time comes in with a swing.

one she easily blocks. again, not a magical attack here. staff bash.

okay now follow this:

hes here, with her shield

he zaps over here, lower, moves to swing but doesnt, zaps again

baps her again after her shield has already moved above her head

she moves her shield left, he comes in right but hes not even swinging.

amity punches his fucking lights out and then orbs him

he hits her with this construction punch that knocks her off her staff before she can escape

and finally he breaks the necklace with his staff.

none of these attacks were lethal. he hits her with an AOE instead of a direct attack- and she didnt have a shield up yet because she had JUST used it to tie him up, then he hops around with, frankly, some staff bashes that are really holding back from what we know hes capable of, he knocks her off her staff and then when he has the opportunity to actually HIT her he hits the key instead.

compare this to the way he fights kikimora!

he nearly gets his head taken off when she scrapes his forehead and the next attack he blocks with his eyes on Kikimora, not the attack. thats like, important. that indicative of skill level.

especially because he does it twice in a row! the second time one handed! Left handed!

look at the completely different posture he zaps in to strike with. the hits on amity he is holding back.

this little bastard does a front flip mid teleport to generate strength behind this strike.

look how effortlessly he does this. imagine how many rotations that is in a single second. hes not even looking at it OR his hands. hes spinning that one handed.

ive trained on a bo staff. this shit is not easy. i trained for two years and couldnt get anywhere near that. just watch this video of noah fort going apeshit to see what this actually looks like irl.

he fucking... hits it back at her....

this little man can spin a staff so fast he can reflect magic and control the direction it fires. he hit kikimora so hard he sent her flying twenty feet.

if hunter had wanted to kill amity she'd be fucking dead dude. amity is a good fighter, like, don't get me wrong. but hunters op as absolute shit. hes a terrifying little man. he also fought her completely differently than he did kiki, and he wasnt even trying to kill her. we've never seen Hunter fight all out like, fight to the death when he was still at full strength. we have no idea what that would look like. but we know that fight with amity was faaaaar from his potential. intentionally. he is seriously holding back and clearly on purpose. its not just that hes exhausted already, its not just that he has a new staff, its that he is holding back. he is not using lethal techniques.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Murderer's in love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: Aggressiveness, Murder, l.o.v, Emos, Sex, Virgin Reader, squirting(simple), Fucked Dumb, Fluff ending.

“ y/n you will always be an orphan! You will never have parents who care about you!  You will never experience a parent's love!” Momo yelled at you. The party was going very well, laughter, food, drinks, games, etc. Bakugou was playing Just Dance way too seriously with Mina and Jiro, Denki stuffing his mouth with food. Uraraka recorded everyone doing silly things. 

You looked at Momo, “ W-What?” you said. “ Woah calm down.” Kirishima said. Izuku was thinking of a way to clear the tension. “ What’s gotten into you, Momo?” Tsuyu asked. You started crying. “ It’s the truth.” she replied and turned away. You weren’t about to let her get away with what she said and so you gripped her hair then made her fall to her knees. “ What are you going to do? Hurt me? I don’t think our friends would be happy about that.” she said. The smirk on her face made you even angrier. You dragged her outside. They followed. You had multiple quirks. This time you’re using them for evil. 

All your life you were treated badly and being a hero you promised to help civilians have a peace of mind. With the money you make from being a Pro- Hero you're planning to open an orphanage and make sure children will be safe and being cared for. 

 You made Momo levitate in the air. “ Y/n whatever you’re going to do. Don’t do it!” Izuku yelled. Momo isn't the only one who can create things. You tied a noose around her neck. Everyone was too shocked to even move. They couldn’t believe their beloved friend was doing such evil. You tied the other end on a tree. You were crying. Crying in pain. You’ve had enough. Everyone ran to Momo except Katsuki who held you down to the ground. You struggled to move. You’ve had it. Enough is  enough. “Hurry up Idiots!!!!!” Bakugou yelled. You started burning his arms. No matter how much they tried to untie the knot and bring her down they struggled like crazy. It wouldn’t undo. They’d have to beat you unconscious if they want to save her. Denki zapped directly at you. You yelled in pain. “ Sorry..but you’ve crossed the line.” Denki said. You snapped your fingers and she was let loose. You made sure she couldn’t save herself. You laughed with tears running down your face. Bakugou let you go. “ We will give you a 10 second head start,” he said. Ida ran to the station and informed what happened. Within seconds other heroes showed up and at a distance sirens were heard. You caused a very huge explosion causing the fire and with that cover up you left. You knew exactly where to go. Your old hideouts as a child. Very hidden. 

You’re officially a murder. A villain. You manage to live. Stealing was easy. Food, electricity, even water. A distant hidden location. It looked like no one lived there when you first moved in. After a month and a half. Someone kicked open the room's door. “ We like the update. Get out. You’re in our turf.” a man with a touch of gray and blue hair said.  He had hands over his body. He looked in his early 20’s ? You yawned getting up off the couch remembering him. “League of Villains…Shi-Shigaraki.” you spoke. You’re a little scared and nervous. “ I’ll kill you,” he said. “ Go ahead. I’m fine with it. I’ve lived enough in this shit world.” you responded. He hesitated. Every Villain has a hard past. “ Who would’ve thought a little mouse like you would end up here.  A pro hero.?” Dabi asked. He gave you a teasing look. You know they want from you. Intel. “ You will tell us everything you know.” Shigaraki said forcing you to sit down. Toga stared at you and licked her lips. “ You think you can get to me just because I murdered a hero?” you said crossing your legs. “Well now we know the reason you disappeared!” Toga said, giggling afterwards. Dabi was eye fucking you. “Quit eye fucking me. You’re old.” you said. “I’m still in my 20’s babe.” he replied sitting next to you. “If you give us some answers…we’ll reward you.” Toga said. “ I don’t need money so good luck.” You replied. “ I’ll kill your family.” shigaraki said. “ You can forget about that one too.” You replied. They felt bad for you. No friends, No family. Nothing. They also had no family but at least they have each other. 

A month went on by and they basically lived with you. You wiped your tears and then shook Dabi awake“ I can’t sleep…had a nightmare. Can..I sleep with you. Only for tonight?” You asked. “ Okay.” He replied. You immediately got into bed. You kept your distance. Dabi is a hugger and so in the middle of the night he pulled you to him. You both felt comfortable. You slept so well that night. Like a baby. 

You woke up in his arms. Clinged onto him. “ You’re finally awake. Can you let go now. I woke up 2 hours ago. I tried to get you off but you’re very clingy and strong.” he said as you let go. “ Drink tea for nightmares…chamomile and Lavender helps.” He said. You started getting ready for the day. Once you were done, you walked downstairs seeing your fella villains. “ Why did you kill a classmate?” Toga asked. “ You ask me that every morning it's annoying.” you replied. “ Leave her alone Toga. After all it’s her Birthday..” Shigaraki ordered. You looked over. “How the hell do you know?” you asked, upset. “ Ua students can’t just roam around freely. I’m sure you still have information.” he said. “ I don’t have any information. You can interrogate me all you want and threaten to kill me but I have nothing.” you replied drinking water. “ Lets celebrate! You’re one of us now. We always celebrate each other's birthdays. I know it must be shocking for you.” Toga said smiling. Twice handed you a full bottle of  Whiskey. You sighed and said, “Fuck it. Why not?” Shigaraki smirked. “ There’s more where that came from.” Twice said. “Happy 18th Birthday to me.” You said chugging the alcohol given to you. It’s your first time drinking. Tears slipped from your eyes. They all knew how you felt so they didn’t stop you. You eventually stopped and burped. “ Like it?” Dabi asked. You nodded. “ Strong but enjoyable.” “Toga go do your job for her special day.” Shigaraki ordered. “ My classmate always bullied me..I kept pushing forward…My class planned a party to relax… she just bursted on me. She said that I'll always be an orphan. That I will never have parents that care for me and their love. That was my last straw. I have multiple quirks and I can create more..I used them to hang her.” you said aloud. “  Your 1st murder always hurts you but eventually you’ll know that killing people is for a good reason sometimes.” Shigaraki said. Villains are emos for sure but they hide. Your birthday was surprisingly fun. They really care in their own way. 

Months passed and you were getting close to dabi. Too close. You’re 18 legal of course but he’s 5 years older. You didn’t care because you were underneath him. 

“ You sure you want this y/n?” he asked. You nodded. “Words little flame.” he said. “ Yes Dabi please. I’m ready.” you replied. He slowly slid his cock into you. You whimpered in pain gripping his arms. “ It’s okay. It will go away. Relax, please you’re going to break me.” he said, allowing you to adjust to him. He pecked your forehead. He started thrusting. Groaning in pleasure from how tight you were. He loved the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him right back in. He started fucking you hard. “ D-Dabi!” you yelled out as you felt immense pleasure. “It’s daddy now. Got that my baby girl.” he responded. He knew you wouldn’t last long. That won’t stop him from finishing. “Come on baby girl. Say it.” he ordered slapping your cheek softly. Your eyes rolled back with your back arched as you said, “Daadddyyy please.” He smirks, giving you what you desire. He was rough and fast. You gripped his arms and eventually left scratches all over his back. “S’close. Daddy.” you said legs spasming. “ Cum f’daddy baby. Make a mess.” he ordered. You came and squirted. A few more times as he kepted going.  That only made Dabi chuckle and grow harder. Your juices were all over him and on the bed. After he played with you for awhile you were fucked dumb. He finished cumming. 

He was planning to make you his since the moment he saw you. As he pulled out he noticed you were responding. He shook you softly. “ Passed out. I should’ve held back.” he said. You both developed feelings for each other. You guys wouldn’t have had sex. He knew you were a virgin and you wanted to lose it to someone you trust and like. He made you take a bath. You were too tired to even wake up. He also bathed. 

The following day you woke up to him dressed in his usual clothes.. You sat up in bed feeling pain. “ Rest.” he ordered. You didn’t listen and got out of bed falling on the ground. You felt pain on your back and legs. “ What did I tell you Y/n. You need it. I’ll be taking care of you. You’re mine now. My girl.” he said, setting you back on the bed. “ I’m all yours and You’re mine.” You said smiling. “ Yes I’m yours y/n. You passed out on me last night. You didn’t even know we bathed together. It was a bit of a struggle but it worked out. I’ll make dinner for you. Something quick and yummy.” he said ruffling your hair. You fixed your hair shocked. “D-Dinner? What did you do to me?” you asked. “ I knew you would finish first. You came a few times. I needed to finish too. I overstimulated your body and you passed out by the time I came. You were great. I loved it. I hope you enjoyed your first time.” he replied. You blushed “ Yes I did. I didn’t think it would take a huge toll on me.” you replied. “ Sweetheart, I like it hard, rough, and fast. You’d obviously be tired and weak.” he replied, handing you a pain killer with bottled water. You swallowed the pill with the water. “ Hey..um..I know…I’m not much of an emotional dude in front of people..but with you.. I love you.” Dabi said while facing away from you. “ I love you too, idiot. Look at me please.” you said holding his hand. He faced you and you surprised him with a kiss. He returned it. The make out session started and it was full of passion.

[wishmaster]

Wishmaster, I request your help! I'm a dnd player with a bard character and i love to do the whole ''horny bard''. But my fellow players are annoyed by it because i'm not like that in real life! I'd wish to become my character, a hot male bard able to seduce any guys with my high charisma and charming voice. Please?

New World Order

You've always had a good idea what your character would look like if real, so you plugged him into a drawing program and bam.

Fuck, you think looking at him, fuck your dick twitches as you touch the screen you feel a zap. Suddenly you look down and see your hands are bigger and covered in gauntlet like gloves.. like your guy in the picture, suddenly you feel the rest of you changing, your body muscles up, your clothing turns to leather, your face becomes handsome, chiseled, but it's the intense blue eyes staring back at you that tells you you are now your character, as your dick awakes standing at attention under your soft new leather pants you try to push it down, but even lying against your leg the girth was not hard to miss.

Then you happened to glance at you phone.

The old you was now in the phone where your bard creation just was. Such a pathetic nerd you think, never followed through on his potential to be a real stud. No, you could feel the old you fading away, the bard in you was taking hold, and damn look at him why wouldn't you rather he take over?

You press the button and the old you disappears for good. You strut your new body into your office, your dick outline gains immediate attention from everyone. The girl at the desk points it out.

You like? you say, something about your voice changes her.

Suddenly this gorgeous Asian Archer is staring back at you, his eyes locked on you, obsessed with you now. He reaches over and kisses you, your horniness increases, another colleague stands in shock having viewed the whole thing. What? you as and flash.

Another new partner appears all of theming fitting perfectly into your new look, he reaches over, kisses and grabs your dick. you move through the offices every time someone listens to your heavenly voice they transform into yet another Lover for you. You come to your friend Elisha, a fellow DND player and the one that called you out for your character. All you say us hey and bam.

The new massive stud runs his fingers down your chest sending shivers through your body, you lead your new lovers into the conference room where you proceed to have a massive orgy, when you get excited and cover the room with your cum, the sound you let out transforms everyone in the office into your personal wet dreams, suddenly work has combined with your new DND life and the world around you takes on the land of wizards and dragons and in your case never-ending sex. Welcome to your new life you horny Bard with the magic voice!

Soon the world would be filled with nothing but gorgeous men with eyes only for you! Welcome to your New Life.

[sentientgolfball]

that recent dew request got me SOFT!!! i love your writing so much, so how about i request phantom x reader also engaging in a playfight but since phantom has been recently summoned, he's not used to holding back and ends up unintentionally scratching the reader with his claws. i wonder how freaked out and horrified he'd be once he realized !!!!!!

Ok so I went a little overboard with this one cause I'm HEAVY on the Phantom brainrot. Semi continuation of this but all you really need to know is Reader works as Sister's assistant and has been at the Ministry for a decent amount of time.

Also...thank you so much that really makes me so happy WAHHHH

My requests are open !

Your eyes darted up in the direction of the door for the millionth time since Sister Imperator left her office for the day. You had stayed behind to get some extra work done for the upcoming Samhain harvest party. You rolled your shoulders to sedate the feeling of anticipation building up within you. As time dragged on with nothing happening you began to relax and get some proper work done, that is until you hear it. The slightest creak of the floorboards. You tense for a moment pausing your typing to listen for it again thinking you just imagined it. You get this deep feeling within your gut that you need to turn around right now or who knows what will happen. You shift in your chair and scan the surprisingly small space. 

There’s no way he’s here. I would’ve seen him come in unless he crawled through the fucking window. What am I thinking of course he would crawl through a window. 

You turn back around in your chair only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of your favorite scarred face. You jump ever so slightly but cover it up with a laugh and a shake of your head.

“Nice try star,  but you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

“Seriously? I spent all day perfecting that trick and nothing.” He makes a pouty face as he looks at you from across the desk. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than sudden popping into existence to get me” you laugh “but I wouldn’t mind hearing about that little trick.” You just wanted to know exactly what to look out for for future encounters. You hoped you sounded innocent enough, though apparently you didn’t. 

“Can’t do. A magician never reveals his secrets.” He looks at you smugly. 

You roll your eyes with a smile and finish the email you were writing before standing and slipping your hand into his. You walk back to your room together and you can literally feel the excitement sparking off of Phantom. You shudder when you feel a zap of accidental quintessence pulse through you. With the harvest party so close, the Ministry is fully done up in autumn colors and cheap decorations. It was hard to make a Satanic abbey filled with demons look any more haunted, but it’s the thought that counts. 

Phantom had become completely enamored with the concept of Halloween. The day the very first fake cobweb appeared he had burst into your room on your day off to interrogate you about why the Siblings were getting annoyed with him for cleaning it. When you explained to him what Halloween was and how humans celebrate it he was so excited that the lichtenberg figure scars on his body began to pulse with barely contained quintessence. He spent the remainder of the night on your laptop binge watching movies and looking at costumes. He also picked up a nasty habit. From that day on he turned his daily ‘visit you at work’ moments into daily ‘try to scare you shitless’ moments. You ended up having to explain to a rather sad looking Phantom that you’ve been at the Ministry for quite some time and a ghoul jumping out and yelling ‘boo’ is not going to scare you. Little did you know, that would only egg him on. His little scares started to become big scares trying everything he could think of to get to you. 

You both pause when you finally get to your room. This immediately makes you suspicious as Phantom usually opens the door first. You turn to look at him. 

“Phantom I swear to Satan if one of your bats is in there again.” You say slowly pushing open the door and peaking in. You sigh in relief when you don’t see anything moving. 

You walk in with him hot on your heels. His smile falters as he looks around the room. 

“Aw come on I left it right there!” He says pointing to your desk. Your eyes scan over him. 

“Is that who you were looking for?” You motion to his shoulder. He turns his head and yelps when he sees the tarantula on him. You walk over and take it gently into your hand before he can smack it. 

“Is this one of Papa Secondo’s? How did you convince him to let you borrow her for this?” 

He stays silent.

“You didn’t convince him, did you?” 

“I thought it would work! Aren’t most humans anthropomorphic?” 

“Arachnophobic.” 

“That’s what I said.” 

You smile and shake your head “Well I’m going to take this little lady back to Secondo before he turns the Ministry inside out.” 

You leave your room and immediately notice Phantom is not making a move to follow you. That’s your sign that he has something else planned. You mentally prepare yourself for whatever it may be as you make the long walk to Secondo’s chambers where you deposit the tarantula safely into his waiting, and worried, hands. 

Your internal clock still hasn’t matched up to the time change and it is suddenly a lot darker on your way back to your room than you anticipated. The candles being your only source of light for your journey. You pause in front of the open Chapel doors and stare at a glowing stained glass window. You smile contentedly taking it all in, this time of year was always your favorite. 

And then all the candles are snuffed at once. And the heavy doors slam shut. And you smell something. It’s a scent you’re not familiar with. It smells like a strange mix of all the things you’ve come to associate with each element. You turn in a small circle trying to get your bearings in the dim lighting and that’s when you see the thing that makes your blood run cold. The flash of a silver mask standing in front of one of the windows. You can feel your heart jump to your throat as you recall the legends you were told when you first joined the Church. 

Never walk alone at night or else the ghoul who lurks there will find you and dispose of you assuming that you’re a trespasser. He has no name. He only reacts to—

“Special.” You say out loud in shock. 

The moment you do the masked figure rushes at you. You curse and immediately turn to run the opposite direction but you’re no match for the speed of a ghoul. You feel the clawed hand grip your wrist, but luckily you had enough momentum to pull away before he could fully hold you in place.  You sprint down the hallway without a second thought doing everything you can to put distance between you and the ghoul. You pass a small utility closet and that brings you to your senses. You can’t outrun a ghoul no matter how much of a head start you have. You double back and jump into the closet leaving it open just enough to peak out. You keep a hand over your mouth trying to keep your breathing as quiet as you can. You watch through the crack as Special stops right outside of the closet and sniffs the air. Time feels like it moves in slow motion as you watch him. Your chest clenches. Your stomach drops to the floor. You can feel yourself shaking. An image of your death flashes through your mind. 

The ghoul seems to catch something and laughs before taking off in the direction you had gone before ducking into cover. That laugh. It wasn’t full of malice or danger. It was giddy, full of pure excitement. You recognized that laugh. 

Phantom. 

You take a moment to sigh in relief about the fact you aren’t about ready to be horribly murdered by the ghoul from Ministry legend before deciding you were so getting Phantom back for this. You quietly step out of the closet and creep down the hallway you saw him go towards. You hide behind a pillar when you see him standing there frantically looking around. You hear him growl before watching him rip the mask off.

“I can’t smell anything with this thing on.” 

He turns around and starts walking back to where this little game all began. You hold back a smile and lean against the pillar nonchalantly as if you weren’t just on the verge of tears. You watch him pass you before you speak. 

“Come here often?” 

He screams and drops the mask, turning around to face you. You laugh and pick it up, holding it out to him. 

“This is impossible! I’m starting to think you’re not human.” he pauses and you can see his nose twitch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face. He can definitely smell your fear. 

“Nope. Nuh uh. You didn’t get me.” You give him a light shove with your shoulder. 

“Oh I definitely did. I finally found what freaks you out! The big bad ghoul that goes bump in the night!” 

He grabs you and gives you an excited and triumphant shake. When he lets go you feel a small stinging sensation on your arms where he grabbed. You check yourself over and see the little pinpricks from where his claws accidentally dug into your flesh, a small amount of blood already welling there. It wasn’t deep, certainly not the worst scratch from a ghoul, but you did not feel like walking around the Ministry at night with blood on you. The idea of the legends still being true flashes in your mind. 

“Hey uh Phantom.” 

He turns and looks at you and all the elation from his success disappears in an instant. You immediately try to soothe him before he freaks out. 

“Hey no it’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt, I'm fine. I just need you to heal them, okay?” 

He stares at you frozen in place, eyes flicking from your face back to the blood back to you. He looks lost, like he’s not even entirely sure what he’s seeing. You can practically see the storm of thoughts in his head. 

“Phantom.” You say gently. This time he snaps out of it. He’s shaking like a leaf as he silently reaches for you. He hesitates for a moment before carefully putting his hands on you. The air is filled with the smell of ozone and frost as you watch his scars pulse to life with his quintessence. And then you’re screaming as the small sting turns into a horrible burn. He rips his hands away immediately and backs up so far he bumps into the wall. 

You take a moment to catch your breath and scream out a rather creative string of curse words as the feeling turns into a dull throb. 

“Okay. That one’s on me.” You knew he had a hard time controlling his magic when his emotions ran high, but you weren’t exactly thinking logically after the night's events. 

He mumbles something and you tilt your head. He notices and repeats himself just a bit louder. 

“Omega should still be in the infirmary.” He looks up at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. You mentally smack yourself for not remembering that. 

“Alright let’s go see Omega then.” You smile and move towards Phantom only for him to back away. You pause and feel your chest tighten a bit at the once clingy ghoul keeping a five foot distance from you. You’ve never seen him so quiet, so reserved in your time together. You don’t really know what to do, so you just turn and make your way towards the infirmary. You feel a little better hearing the sound of his shoes clicking after you. 

The infirmary isn’t busy and Omega is able to see you immediately. The lingering scent of your fear made him believe that something horrible happened, but when he saw the little claw marks he sighed. Phantom seemed to take his reaction a different way and immediately started to babble out an explanation with you occasionally interjecting to correct his overdramatization. However, when you got to the part about the added pain Omega seemed concerned. 

“Phantom, you isolated the wrong thread. Have you not been practicing your healing?” 

His ears dropped down as his tail wrapped around his leg. His only response was a high pitched whine. 

Omega sighed “I don’t know if I should yell at you or Aether or both” he pinches the bridge of his nose “starting tomorrow you’re to come here. Don’t be late.” 

He gets up and stalks off to another room without saying anything more. 

You and Phantom leave and head back to your room. He walks next to you this time, but he’s still quiet and it doesn’t sit right with you. He follows you into your room and looks up at you when you close the door.

“Are you really okay?” 

“Yes star, I’m fine. It was barely even a scratch.”

He doesn’t look convinced. You hold your arms out to him.

“Hey. Come here. I want my favorite little love bug.” 

To your surprise, he jumps into you immediately. The force of it knocks you backwards and you land on the bed with him clinging to you. You laugh as he buries his face into your chest muttering apologies and promises to never do it again. He clings tightly to you for a while and you let him, happy that he seems back to normal. Relief washes over you when you finally hear him purr. 

“Hey by the way.”

“Hmm?” 

“Where did you get that uniform?” 

“Oh I borrowed it from Dew.” 

You furrow your brows “And he just let you?” 

He laughs “Well yea. It was his and Swiss’ idea for me to use it.” 

Suddenly the whole situation makes sense. There’s no way Phantom would’ve come up with the idea of masquerading as the special ghoul on his own, much less actually use the idea. You pull his face up to meet yours in a quick kiss. 

“I love you, but never take the advice of those two again.” 

“You’re just mad that I won.” 

You roll your eyes and pull him closer in your little spoon. You lay there with him listening to him ramble about how he did everything, slowly getting lulled to sleep by his weight and the rumble of his voice.

[goblin-iz-whack]

Terri Pines

(Picrew by @potatolordofficial, hand drawn art by myself)

Yup, I made a Gravity Falls oc.

Teresa Ann "Terri" Pines (Née Ross) was born on February 14th, 1954 to Virginia and Howard Ross in Newark, New Jersey. She was the middle child and only girl of five children (Her brothers are Warren, Clarence, Leroy, and Seymour).

She was a pageant girl, her family lived pretty much solely off of the prize money she won.

She went to school for cosmetology in '72 (Her parents were not thrilled, they expected her to find a rich bachelor instead) and graduated in 1973 (Apparently, cosmetology school programs are pretty short!) . The money she earned doing what she loved wasn't good enough for her family and so she left home in 1974.

She drifted around, using her looks and charms to steal and con people, and met Stanley Pines in 1980. He was getting hassled by the police and she was like "Guess I'll use up my one good deed for the year" and helped out by pretending to be his wife ("Oh, honey, I've been looking for you everywhere! Sorry 'bout that, officer-"), and he evaded arrest.

Seeing her con artist ways and good looks, Stan was convinced that this was his dream woman- He tried to woo her for a bit, but she wasn't interested.

Because she's gay.

Even so, the convenience of having somebody that you can pretend is your partner worked for both of them, so they just went with it and slummed around the U.S., cartels and scams galore, what a wild ride.

Stuff went downhill, they were out of money and cons, when they were contacted by Stanford Pines.

You know the story from here.

Terri was kinda just waiting in the car when the portal incident happened, Stan came outside looking like he wanted to vomit and explained (through a very shaky voice) what happened.

They hid out in the house before running out of food, yada yada, Lazy Susan's eye is zapped, Stan takes Ford's name, fakes his death, you know what happens. Terri knows about the portal and all of Stan's secrets, she's his confidant and best friend.

In 1985, Stan and Terri got married. Partially because of the tax benefits, partially because they wanted the money and gifts that came with a wedding (Also, marital law says you can't be forced to testify against your spouse. Convenient!). Caryn Pines came to the wedding but Filbrick didn't (Fuck you, Filbrick). Terri's family also came but left pretty fast when they didn't get a hand out.

In 2013, Dipper and Mabel came to Gravity Falls. Terri is their Grauntie, she loves those kids. She also takes a motherly role towards Wendy, despite being pretty different in personality.

Terri is very similar to Stan, rough around the edges and always looking to make a buck, this is why he thought he was in love with her lol. She is a beauty queen, her pageant roots and love for cosmetology has always influenced her significantly. She is desperately trying to stall the effects of age (Hard to do that since she's 60 during the show), hence the spray tan and makeup and the hair dye. She also wears a corset (ooh la la!) and likes to join in on makeovers with Mabel and her friends.

She's also pretty badass- She has a lipstick taser and packs a mean punch. Being on the streets for so long has left her rugged and a bit grizzled and we love her for it.

A very motherly lady, she always wanted children of her own but the time was never right (Stan wouldn't mind being a donor, so long as he gets to skip out on any child support-). Wendy and the mystery twins fill that gap, she gets to mother them to her hearts content.

I will write up some unique episodes that center on her eventually, but it's 1 am rn and I need to get this done-

In Roadside Attraction, Terri flirts with Darlene alongside Stan. She's chill when Darlene only responds to Stan, she's a good wingwoman. It's also implied at some point that she went out with Lazy Susan before.

She was arrested alongside Stan in Not What He Seems, and escaped alongside him, also trying to stop Mabel from pressing the button.

Okay now here is where I deviate from canon pretty majorly-

So, I guess you'd say that Terri's whole existence in itself is an au. At first glance, the only difference would be her being there and extra interactions. That'd be wrong-

I know that the tweet about Ford being transfem was fake, but I still really love the headcanon. I headcanon Dipper as being transmasc and Ford being transfem would further the parallels between them without just making them a copy of each other.

So yeah, Ford is transfem here. She discovered it in the portal ("The author of the journals...my...sister??"). She chooses the name Nicole, after Nikola Tesla.

Back to Terri and how she changes the series!!

Mabel and Dipper are pretty shocked that she knew everything, they're definitely mad as well. This is also the reveal that Stan and Terri are only really married for legal reasons.

Here's that reveal, written out:

Stan: -and then me and Terri got married. But we're just friends with benefits.

Dipper and Mabel: *Disgust*

Terri: What? The tax benefits! Duh!

Nicole addresses her briefly but the rest of the episode pretty much goes on as normal except for the ending, Nicole and Stan would both mention her.

"Okay, Stanley, here's the deal. You and Terri can stay here for the summer to watch the kids. I'll stay down in the basement and try to contain any remaining damage. But when the summer's over, you give me my house back, you give me my name back, your wife and I divorce, and this Mystery Shack junk is over forever. You got it?"

"You really aren't gonna thank me, are you? Fine. On one condition: you stay away from the kids and Terri; I don't want them in danger. Cause as far as I'm concerned, they're the only family I have left."

Well, Nicole didn't listen because she and Terri get together (I call it "Terrole" hehe). I don't have their whole romance written out, but Nicole has no clue how to date and tries to woo her with stuff she learned in other dimensions. Hilarity and cuteness ensues. And hey, legally Terri is married to Nicole anyways, so it would work out in the end! Yeah, Stan isn't a fan of all this-

Weirdmageddon goes down, she hides in the Mystery Shack with Stan. She's pretty damn worried about Nicole. She's part of the zodiac, her symbol is lipstick. Blah blah blah, she gets turned into tapestry like the others and then everything goes on as usual. She joins Stan and Nicole in their adventures.

Boy that took ages to write. It was fun though! And I hope you guys like Terri as much as I do!

(My dear friends @ghosty-seapancake and @i-overanalyze-musicals helped loads with creating Terri! So much love to them! The timeline I referenced is by @fordtato so lots of love to them as well!!!)

[walnutcookie]

going insane about this post of yours. THANK YOU for putting it into words omg,,, I was wondering why the story states that CASSA is peaceful/restorative or whatever yet jjanjang’s (I propably spelled that wrong) skill and trial is so. Violent (she gets literal flamethrowers in her trial like???). But uh yeah. Sorry if im not making sense lmao

LITERALLY. AUGHHHH. THANK U SO MUCH IM GLAD THAT IVE HIT SOMEONE ELSE WITH MY BRAIN BEAMS IVE BEEN THINKING SO HARD ABOUT THIS LATELYYYY LIKE. FUCKKKK. Ive been chatting with @cherryformula about jjajangs morals a lot lately and like we were talking about how when jjajang acknowledges that something is wrong she never really looks that deep into it.

For example when she got demoted for exposing a higher up she just... didnt really care??? Not in the way that someone who hates wrongdoing should. she was more pissed that she got demoted and her only focus was getting her position back - she never stopped to think about what it says about CASSA and how corrupted it must be. she just seemed to accept it as "man that was fucked up" and started to think about how she could climb her way back up

the exact same thing happened when aloe pointed out that she was driving recklessly and then directly after that tried to arrest and wipe the memories of the group without giving them a chance to defend themselves. She realized it was wrong and said "ok fine. start talking" instead of. Yknow. Taking a moment to realize really what the orders she was given entails. Wondering why CASSA protocol is to arrest/wipe the memories of anyone who interferes

THATS THE THING AAUGRHRHGHRJH SHE FOLLOWS ORDERS BLINDLY!!!! For someone who stands for justice and hates all wrongdoings shes awfully morally questionable!!!!!!!!!!! i really cant tell if this is what the devs were planning or if they just. Wrote it badly.

i think that jjajang is less against wrongdoings than she is enforcive of justice. She doesn't neccessarily stand for what's right, she stands for the law. (because theres a big difference between what's moral and whats legal!!!) Higher up being funny with funding? Yeah, thats against the rules, so she'll call that out. but shes so unaware of whatever shes doing with the memory wipers because Objectively erasing peoples memory is preeetty fucked up. From the cutscene with bell pepper we can see that they erase more memories than just anything to do with aliens. and anyways based on the job description youd expect that CASSA would advocate for alien acceptance and help protect them instead of just zapping peoples memories away and trying their best to keep the huge alien population under wraps???

Jjajang doesnt think about that though. At least she doesnt like to think about it. i headcanon that she really does try to stand for whats right but also one of her parents was a Cop and with the job she works shes just been taught not to question authority. She does question it all, staring up at the ceiling at night, but its too uncomfortable of a question to truly confront. She doesn't want to abandon that comfort of "I work for CASSA, so im one of the good guys."

all of my headcanons thus far are not set in stone though GXVJDHF there is still the second half of the update and we may see more to her in there so. Mmmmmm

[darkfuckademia]

Date Night with a Witch

I loved eating pussy, loved giving women pleasure. It was like an erotic fugue, like disappearing into a book where you cease to be yourself and are barely even aware of the words on the page before you. By the time she tapped out with a huffed laugh, though, I was soaked and aching for my own release. That strange zapping feeling had been spreading through me in waves the longer I licked her, making me press my legs together to try to stem the tide of arousal.

I’d gone so deep into the sensual haze of giving pleasure that not only was my vision still foggy around her, complete with little sparks and stars, but it almost looked like her eyes were glowing. A strange, dark light sucked me in as she sat up, pulling me up into a kneeling crouch to accept her hungry, electric kiss. Even this close, with the details of her lavender skin and purple eyelashes blurring together, her impossibly dark eyes seemed to be glowing. Or maybe they were black holes, consuming all light. The longer she kissed me, the longer she looked into my eyes, the more I felt like I was falling through space. Like pressing against my closed eyelids until the darkness seemed alight with patterns trying inexorably to pull me into the black.

A gentle fist full of my hair pulled me back. I shut my eyes against the undeniable glow of her, trying to block out all the questions piling up in the back of my head about her skin and her eyes and the stars twinkling around her. “My turn,” she cooed as she guided me back down to the bed, on my back this time. I kept my eyes shut as she peeled off my bralette and my panties, basking in her husky praise like Pearl in a patch of sunlight. “So beautiful…” Gentle hands drifted down my chest, over the curve of my hips, my belly. “So soft. You took my breath away the minute I walked in the door.”

A delicate, wet tongue traced around my nipple before I had a chance to respond, pulling a surprised moan from me. Her wandering hand cupped my pussy as she sucked, making her hum in that pleased way.

“So wet from getting me off,” she praised against my skin. Her fingers dipped between my soaked labia, petting my clit gently. She kissed across my chest and suckled on my other nipple. “Tell me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

I opened my eyes, but the woman hovering over me, plucking my damp nipple with one hand while she sucked on the other, was so unearthly beautiful and undeniably inhuman that I had to shut them again. If I didn’t look at it, it wasn’t real. She was just the strange beauty that came with my roommate’s friend with the throaty deep voice and secretive smiles. I was probably hallucinating anyway. Maybe there’d been more in that weed brownie I’d had earlier than just weed. I didn’t want to deal with it.

So I kept my eyes closed and spread my legs, gasping, “Circles, please.”

She obeyed my request, spinning tight circles around my clit with her finger tips. Fuck, it felt so good. I was so close already, wound up by eating her pretty pussy and that strange electric zapping that happened when we touched. I gripped fistfulls of my comforter and tried not to squirm too much in case I disrupted the rhythmic pulls of her mouth on my nipple.

“Harder, faster,” I begged. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

Her fingers on my clit whirled faster and pressed harder. The fingers wrapped around my nipple tugged a little more insistently and the lips sealed to the other nipple sucked so hard, just bordering on painful, that I came with a shout. I would totally have to apologize to my roommates later. But I was riding an earth shaking orgasm, my eyes popped open and staring unseeing at the ceiling as pleasure radiated through my entire body in a constant, electric vibration. She knew just how to follow me, just how to slowly ease off my clit so that my orgasm went from an overflowing boil down to a gentle simmer that left me liquid and shivering under her hands.

“So good,” she murmured, rolling over my pliant body onto my belly. “So beautiful. You’re so full of power.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, but her fingers were inside me, stroking over my g-spot. I moaned into the bedspread and once again let the questions crowding my brain fade to the background. It felt like that electricity we’d shared was beginning to gather in certain key areas of my body. My lips, my fingertips, my belly, suddenly buzzed and fizzed. It wrapped around my tongue and it felt like something stroking into my mouth. It slithered out from my lower stomach to wrap around my thighs. It compelled me to draw my knees up to my sides, to open me further to her ministrations, like a deep child’s pose in yoga. The position wasn’t even uncomfortable because I felt magnetized in place. I found some part of her with my tingling fingers, her thigh as she kneeled beside me I thought, and I held on to it to anchor me in the pleasure washing over me.

“That’s it, just give in to it,” she praised, her fingers sliding in and out of my cunt while her tongue striped strange patterns up my spine. “You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

Fingers slid through my hair, pulling it out of her way, and she sucked on the spot on my neck that always made me go weak. My hips kicked at the feeling and I knew I was getting even wetter. Her fingers churned inside of me, filling me so perfectly full. The electricity was everywhere, in every bone and blood vessel. I felt her playing with it like those old string games like cat’s cradle we played as children, tangling the sparks around her fingers inside me. Each tug and twist and knot wove pleasure together in new and unfathomable ways.

“Play with your clit,” she ordered, and the electricity or magnets or whatever was inside me was pulling my free hand that had been gripping my bedspread for dear life under my body.

The addition of external clitoral stimulation to her insistent thrusts against my g-spot and the strange knots and strings of bone-melting pleasure all over my body was too much. This orgasm was sharp and stingy where the other had been an earthquake. I felt my muscles clamping down on her fingers and I knew I was headed for overstimulation but I couldn’t seem to stop my fingers from whirling around my clit in the same circles I’d taught her. I was making high pitched noises I’d only ever made for my vibrator and it was just so fucking good. So good.

“Yes,” she laughed and I knew it was for me, for the joy of my pleasure. “That’s it. Keep going.”

My mouth was open on something like a scream, but all that came out of me was a high pitched squeak and a lot of drool as I obeyed. I pushed and pushed, circling my clit around and around until it was too much. With something between a groan and a yelp, I lurched forward, off her fingers, half off the bed. Convulsions continued through my body as I rode out the last of the pleasure. I was frozen by it, my head and one shoulder hanging off the bed, my thighs still seemingly magnetized open for her.

As my vision cleared and my breathing settled, I realized what I saw below me didn’t make sense. It was still my landlord beige carpet, still my white girly bedside table. But it was also the top of my girly bedside table. And the lamp sitting on top of it. Too high. How were we so high? The white curtains of the canopy were fluttering like I’d opened all my windows on a windy day. I looked at the legs of the bed, trying to understand what I was seeing.

“Is my bed floating?"

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[artzychic27]

Nathaniel and Marc date night in the DC AU!

It’s a quiet, peaceful noon in Paris… Or it would be if Marinette weren’t behind the wheel of a sports car she managed to hotwire. Civilians jump out of the way as the car races through the streets, the howling laughter of the five villain kids making chills go down their spines

Juleka: Can’t this go any faster? She points to the two police cars tailing them

Marinette: Relax, kitty, I happen to be an excellent driver. She drives through three red lights and nearly runs over a crossing guard Fuck! I missed! Alix, light my fireworks cannon, would ya? It’s under my seat.

Alix: FUCK YEAH! She grabs a handheld cannon and lights the wick. In a few seconds the firework shoots out of the cannon and hurdles for the police cars. Before they veer out of the way, the firework is suddenly stopped mid-air in a floating sphere of water Fun’s over.

Rose looks in the rear view mirror and sees the Hero class after them

Rose: Ugh! We didn’t get to rob the jewelry store yet! She summons several vines that spurt from the ground and grab hold of Aurore and Mireille. A few try to ensnare Simon, but he manages to outrun them and get them tangled

Jean: Serit rieht nettalf!

When the purple aura of Jean’s magic encases the tires of the sports car, they quickly flatten and the car stops in the middle of the road

Marinette: FUCK! Do you know how hard it was to make Juleka sneak into that rich dick’s mansion, then mess up the security system and then let us in?! She pulls out a tank of laughing gas and sprays it toward the heroes

Reshma rapidly flaps her wings to fans the laughing gas away, and Lacey, in the form of an octopus is thrown by Denise at Marinette

Marinette: Trying to pry Lacey off of her face GET THIS CTHULU MOTHERFUCKER OFF OF ME!

Ismael zaps the vines with his laser eyes while Denise fends off against Alix, blocking her scratches with their bracelets. Juleka repeatedly avoids Zoé’s bird-a-rangs.

Noticing Ismael coming up behind her about to use his ice breath, Juleka leaps into the air, and Ismael ends up freezing Mireille instead from the neck-down.

Ismael: Sorry, ‘Reille!

Mireille: Shivering I-I’m good. I’m good.

Aurore summons a geyser of water from a fire hydrant and morphs it into an arm to fight Rose’s carnivorous plants. When the water arm doesn’t seem to have an effect, Cosette electrifies the water and the plants are soon incapacitated

Meanwhile, Marc and Simon are getting civilians to safety, however, Marc finds himself unexpectedly trapped in Nathaniel’s massive fist. Unable to free himself, he resorts to a different tactic

Marc: Nathaniel, let me go, or else!

Nathaniel: Smirks Or else, what?

Marc: Or else, I’m canceling date night!

This declaration catches everyone listening off-guard. The villains and heroes even pause mid-fight

Marinette: With Lacey still on her face Wait, what’s happening?

Nathaniel’s eyes widen in alarm at Marc’s threat, and in not time, he releases the Tamaranean, not wanting to risk a nice evening with his boyfriend. He even gives Marc the puppy eyes for good measure

Marc: Aaw. He kisses him on the cheek Okay, I won’t cancel our date. You’re lucky you’re so cute.

Ismael: Wait… You two are dating?! Since when?!

Later that day

Lacey: You’re absolutely sure you want to go on a date with Nathaniel?

Marc: Brushing his hair It’s not like this is the first time we’ve gone out. Now you all just know about it.

Ismael: Yeah, but… It’s Nathaniel, you know… A VILLAIN!

Marc: I’m aware he’s a villain, Ismael. Puts on his boots

Zoé: Yeah, a villain who can crush a sixteen-wheeler with his bare hands.

Cosette: And makes Godzilla look like a whiny little bitch.

Ismael: And who made me have to twist and bend twenty lampposts in order to make handcuffs big enough for him

Jean: And… Oh, shoot, what’s one?… Gimme a minute.

Denise: Leave him alone, guys. Nathaniel obviously loves Marc, and Marc loves him. And there is nothing we can do about it.

Marc: Thank you, Denise.

Denise: Yeah, and if Nathaniel breaks his heart, I’ll break his titan-sized kneecaps.

Marc: … Thank you?

Reshma: … Alright, I’ll ask him. Do you have any industrial-sized pepper spray? Scarab wants to know before you leave.

Meanwhile

Marinette: So, what’s the plan? Make him feel all loved and vulnerable, and then POW! She shoots one of her ‘POW!’ guns That’s when you ambush him! One less crazy-strong alien for us to deal with!

Nathaniel: No, there’s not gonna be any ambushing.

Kim: Ah, I see. There “isn’t” gonna be an ambush.

Nathaniel: There definitely isn’t.

Nino: I hear you, bro. Wink.

Lila: You clever bitch.

Nathaniel: I’m not gonna ambush my boyfriend.

Chloé: But here’s a hero! It’s what we do!

Nathaniel: If it were any of his other classmates, then yes, I’d gladly ambush them, but not Marc. Also, one of you is gonna have to fight him during our weekly battles.

Adrien: We can’t fight him! He has laser eyes!

Juleka: Are you asking us to choose death?

Ivan: We can’t all be immortal like Denise is, I assume.

Max: We need your freakishly strong hands to hold him and Ismael hostage!

Nathaniel: And that comment earns you a time out. Picks Max up and holds him captive in his fist

Max: Muffled I’ve gotta learn to shut my mouth.

[opiumkitten]

Disobedience Begets Consequence

Zhongli, the Archon of War, wasn't always a calm man. After all, he is the Rex Lapis everyone knows.

So, of course he has a disciple who is a bit unruly every now and again. How does he fix this?

In his own little way of course.

Ruixia is an OC of mine. She's a common theme that shows up in my work as a Senri. I usually do Y/N works, but I wanted to release something small of my own as I start incorporating more of my more concrete reads here. I hope you enjoy Ruixia and Zhongli <3

There will be a part 2 and maybe even a 3. Part 2 will be posted soon since we've already had 3 released today.

Warning: Free Use, Aggression, Degradation, Submission, Half monster fucking (Zhongli has a barb)

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“Ruixia, I told you not to go down into that village for any reason-“

“But they were screaming for help-“

“That village is ridden with karma-“

“You told me to help whenever I can-“

“NOT THAT VILLAGE. STRICTLY.” Pointing at the dark, muddled houses, Zhongli glared angrily at the Senri, her ears flat as her tails lashed.

“The karma they have is a direct result of what they’d done 100 years ago, and you, by interfering, have made it worse.” Getting in close, he tapped her nose with his finger.

“You only listen halfway. Never consult me before barging in. Do you not understand just who I am, or are you testing –“

Electricity zapped up his arm from where she bit his finger, Ruixia eyes sharp as venom spat from them.

“Rex Lapis, this Rex Lapis that- I’m so scared of the Lord of Geo-“

She wasn’t sure what happened after he’d grabbed her by the mouth, his palm cutting off her rant as he forced her into the stone so roughly, pain bloomed at the base of her skull.

A deep growl resonated around them before gold emanated from his being-

Tearing open her hanfu, she panicked as he hitched her leg up, ripping her panties before unsheathing himself.

“W-wait- Rex Lapis I-“ He didn’t give her a chance to rescind, forcing his way inside as she whined loudly over his invasion. Beating at his chest, she gripped hard at the lapels of his robes as she tried steadying herself, Zhongli pumping hard inside her.

Her whining soon turned to wanton moans, tears streaking down her face as she tried to hide it, but Zhongli wasn’t having it.

Grabbing her by the throat, he forced her to look at him, embarrassment flooding her cheeks and running down her thighs as it stained the front of his pants.

“Please-..My Lord I-“

“Scolding you never works. You NEVER learn your lesson till I fuck it into you, disobedient little wretch.”

Shivers ran up her spine as her tail wrapped around his wrist. Humiliation as she bit her lip, made Zhongli’s aura grow brighter, enjoying the bounce of her supple breasts as her back arched.

That’s when she noticed through the blurriness of her tears that his horns and tail had grown out.

She’d really pissed him off this time, didn’t she?

“My Lord- I’m so-“

“Save it. Apologize with your body.” Snapping at her, he leaned in as he reached deeper, making her scream-

His fangs pierced her neck, making her eyes roll back as her body gave-

He didn’t stop- fucking her through her orgasm as her claws dug so deep into his back, he felt the beads of crimson running down his shoulders. Her blood was sweet, her sweat and pheromones mixing well on his tongue as he licked his way up her jugular.

“You are MY disciple. YOU. Serve. ME. Understand, Ruixia?”

“Y-yes My-Mmmmm~”

“Yes-What?” His words were pronounced with every vicious thrust, her sweet spot completely open from this angle.

“M-Master~”

“You do as I say when?”

“When…when you s-say it-!”  Pinching her nipple roughly, Zhongli slapped her tit before clawing her thigh angrily.

“You listen when?”

“The first time- Master I’m gonna cum again-“

Ruixia’s eyes were Prussian with guilt, lips pouty and open as her moans bounced around the bamboo forest.

“Did I tell you you could cum?” Clenching down to stop the release, Zhongli had to stop his eyes from rolling as she trapped her swollen lip between her teeth.

“No-Master. For-forgive me-“ Zhongli buried himself to the hilt, her breath catching in her chest as she looked down. She felt his pulse as every inch was stuffed inside her, her own quicker and harder as her flower tried milking his seed from him.

“Will you go back into that village?” Grinding into her, he felt her walls stretch tighter around him, her head kicking back as he abused her Gspot.

“N-no sir-“

“Will you help them?”

“No-sir” thumbing over her nipple, Zhongli breathed in deep as he licked over the wound he’d placed on her neck.

“Will you take every drop I fuck into this disobedient little hole?”

Her hard nod as her eyes met his, was cute. Her hips had started moving on their own, begging for his pleasurous reward- I mean, her lesson to resume.

“Yeah? You won’t waste a drop?”

“No...No Master.”

“You’ll keep it in all day?”

“I’d be…honored…to be your fuck toy, Rex Lapis…” Smirking, Zhongli ghosted over her lips as his hands trailed south. Fishing through the silk and satin, he knew exactly where to go, pressing against her womb-

Brushing over his brand on her skin, he felt his thickness as he slid all the way out.

The delicious symphony of her gooey sex met his ears as a ragged moan left her, her eyes searching to see-

As he leaned back, Ruixia got a good look of his dick covered in her arousal.

“You think you deserve it?”

“No…no I don’t. I’m a disobedient little wretch who gets off on making her Master angry. I don’t deserve your graciousness nor your seed.” Panting roughly, new tears formed as her need flared. Pain along with pleasure searing across her body as she became hyper sensitive.

But Zhongli didn’t move as he watched her wither. Silently, he watched her melt as his aura took hold.

Ruixia wasn’t like his other disciples. She didn’t obey him like Ganyu or Xiao did. She enjoyed causing mischief and forced his hand in ways that a scolding or a fight wouldn’t help.

And so, he made a contract with her.

Branding her body, whenever she disobeyed him, he’d carve the lesson into her flesh, and use the karma to fuck her out so thoroughly she’d think twice before repeating the same mistake.

And she’d thank him for every bit of it.

She’s become more obedient, only doing “good” misdeeds.

But as those lidded eyes met his.

He was sure that long ago; she’d figured out that if she ‘misbehaved’ she’d end up under him.

Smirking at him, Zhongli gripped her throat-

Forcing his way inside, he felt her orgasm pool around him before glossing down her thighs.

But he didn’t mind it too much.

Just meant he’d have to punish her thoroughly when she did so.

Grabbing up her other leg, he opened her wide as he fucked into her roughly. Ruixia couldn’t push his hips away, even as she tried, her weak body was no match for him as he bullied her little cunt mercilessly. His deep growl cut through the air as her hand found purchase in his hair, gripping hard at his scalp as she tried finding reprieve in his neck.

“T-thank you- my Lord-! Please- I beg you- fill me-!” Zhongli cut her off with his lips. He wasn’t going to let her charm her way from under him just yet.

His lesson wasn't over.

And he was having so much fun, balls deep in his favorite little Senri.

Beating at his shoulder, Ruixia panted roughly into his lips as her third orgasm came rushing through her.

She knew she’d be in trouble for cumming again-

“You’ve cum twice without my permission. Don’t think I can’t tell with how you’re dripping and ruining my clothes, Senri.”

“I’m so…so sorry, my Lord. But you feel so good. I try to hold it, and you –“

Completely sheathing himself in her warmth, he watched as she short circuited before doing it again.

And again.

Till he fucked her in the same belligerent rhythm.

“Keep. Doing. That-…My Lord, you’ll make me-“

“Women pray to be you. Screaming my name into their pillows every night. Do you know that?”

Shaking her head, she whimpered as he pressed into her sweet spots arrogantly, stirring her up as delirium started taking hold.

“And here you are. Taking me against a rock, after shaking your little ass just to get it. You can’t be grateful and hold your orgasms for me?”

Trembling as she tried, he couldn’t help smirking as he bit his lip to hide it.

“You-force them…you love it..too-!” Clipping into her, he moaned as she creamed for him, fat tears rolling down her temples as she searched the heavens for mercy. Her body stuttered as he took her in, suckling at her nipple as he rode her through and then far past the point of over stimulation.

She wasn’t wrong. He loved the way her pussy pulsed around him as he had his way with her. 

And though she may have been disobedient to get here, she was his good little slut when he wanted her to be.

Wherever he wanted.

And however he wanted.

So, when he felt his balls drawing in tight as his release inched up his shaft, he watched that pretty, dumbed out face as she welcomed her final orgasm with his own.

“Cum for me.”

“F-fuck- yes-! Rex..!” Ruixia’s unleashed orgasms were far better than her forced ones, her legs opening more, her pussy fluttering freely as her hips pressed up to meet Zhongli’s.

His broken groans fanned over her neck as he got lost in the throbbing heat, barring his fangs-

His barb latched on deep inside-

Ruixia screamed, her claws etching into the stone as she clawed at Zhongli. Her belly descended from his load, so full as his pumping slowed till he was empty.

As her purring kicked up, Ruixia opened her neck for him, his licking as he closed her wound a tickle before he slowly detached from inside her. She felt the pleasurous spike scrape down her walls as he retracted before he created the seal, the golden slip she’d become very familiar with.

And placed it right on her pussy.

She truly wouldn’t be wasting any with that in place.

Letting her down, he watched her sink to her knees as she thanked him with her mouth, licking up every drop from his dick and lapel before trying to stand on shaky legs.

Attentively, Zhongli righted her robes as she did the same, wiping the lipstick from his lips as she blushed from his refreshed features.

“Have I made myself clear, Ruixia?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Good. That seal will stay in place for the day. You try to remove it, I’ll be notified.”

Pouting, his release had already started taking effect, her legs scissoring together as she took in how handsome he was.

“…but My Lord-“

“But?”

“I…it already…”

“That’s what your ass is for, now isn’t it?”

Turning, he righted his posture before making his way back to the city.

“You want that stretched; I suggest you come along. You rush at any point then you’ll wait longer.” As quickly as the feeling returned to her legs it was being taken away as she walked after him-

Zhongli had her tattered panties in his hand, bringing them to his nose as he looked at her, eyes flashing.

“…Maybe I’ll give you a bit before we get back. Filling your pussy a bit more would make fucking your ass all the better, right Ruixia?”

Her knees buckled as her brand responded, pleasure sparkling inside her as she fought back the orgasm.

“Yes...My Lord…”

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[anarchotahdigism]

one thing I've noticed about all the yt women posting photos in support of pred is that they're nearly all revealing themselves to be antimaskers They're taking selfies in crowded, often indoor, public places without masks, happy to spread the suffering and death of COVID for the sake of their personal pleasures. And one yt woman who said she was friends of pred, when her support post trended, had also posted a recipe of a Palestinian dish but absolutely nowhere did it mention it was a Palestinian dish nor did she have any hint of Palestinian solidarity during a casual scroll of curiosity. As soon as pred got zapped, all the yt queer fans of hers dropped all pretense of caring about people actually fucking dying and focused on rallying around a single ableist. Fuck y'all anti-masking plague rats, y'all's solidarity couldn't stop a fucking mall cop at the end of a double shift. Something else I've noticed is how many people said they'd no clue who pred was--- posts for her just exploded across their feeds and they initially felt it (justifiably) wise to support a woman being persecuted for her identity. But the reason pred has all this support is because she's one of the popular white women, and it's not exactly hard to be a popular white woman if you're willing to be at least a little bigoted. So her supporters are painting her as this completely angelic, sainted, wonderful supporter of queers or whatever when that's hardly the truth. But that kind of white washing is also very typical of white people when they get in trouble. Meanwhile all the people of color in my notes have said things like "yeah sounds right," and "whew I'm glad I wasn't the one to say this" and "remember the BLM purges" and such cause this isn't just a familiar song, it's a whole holy ritual that yt ppl trot out whenever one of them feels the slightest amount of heat that we're born into. This site is so fucking racist, ableist, anti-Black, anti-solidarity because it's dominated by craven, feckless yt fucks who only care about the suffering of others as a thought experiment, as a philosophical abstract, and as soon as something happens to affect a yt person, they close ranks quick and fast, leaving behind and out everyone else who had been suffering longer, worse and first. Thus ever whiteness.

[foxingpeculiar]

Elden Ring/SotE:

So, it's well recognized that there's a late-game difficulty spike in Elden Ring. I can tell you the exact moment that it happens. It's the fucking Draconic Tree Sentinel guy outside Maliketh's boss room.

Castle Sol wasn't that bad. When Niall summoned in his little friends, I was like "oh yeah, THAT's why you suck so hard," but I was able to take the two of them out pretty quickly, and I remember enough about fighting him that I knew to bait the jump and dodge around the follow-up and I got him in three, so okay.

Did Volcano Manor next. Because I did the Red Letter, I could've gone right to Rykard, but I wanted to do the manor properly, so I did--beat the Godskin, finished Rya's quest (did not kill her--she left to go do her own thing in the east). Rykard was pretty easy--a little bit of careful dodging and I got him in one. And then, just for good measure, went and met Patches at the Shaded Castle (I forgot he dies in this one--the only Soulsborne where he does, unless you actively kill him, I think), then went in and fought Elemer of the Briar again and absolutely greased him this time.

So then, I finished Mountaintops of the Giants without too much trouble. The Godskin double fight in the Spiritcaller Cave was a little much, but I told myself "it's fine, I'll come back in a few levels." And nothing else was giving me that much of a headache. The Giant-Conquering Hero's Grave wasn't bad, I got the Rivers of Blood from the NPC invader outside the First Church of Marika, found the invisible bridge to the Heretic's Rise--things were going well.

Then I got to Faram Azula. Which is definitely a little tougher of an area, but still, nothing too egregious. The worst part was that bit where the wounded dragon is spreading lightning everywhere and you have to cross the bridge to get to him without getting pecked to death by the six birds between you on the way. And all that took was some careful sorcery and a little planning. The Crucible Knight in FA is a bitch and a half, but I cheesed him by jumping down to a platform near the site of grace that he couldn't follow to and just zapping him with ranged magic. Finished Alexander's questline (fighting him was embarrassingly easy, the poor fellow) and beat the invader Bernahl. Did basically everything except Placidusax--found stuff I definitely did not find on previous playthroughs. Even the Godskin Duo fight wasn't that bad--summoned Bernahl before i killed him, used a couple of sleep pots, and it only took two tries.

Then I come to that fucking mounted asshole. And he killed me. A lot. After a handful of tries, I finally got him by basically gitting gud and learning to dodge his attacks and pepper him with Night Comet in the spaces in between, maybe hit him with a Transient Moonlight if I was close enough. Stay on the weapon side, keep careful distance, pick your moments. Okay, hard, but doable.

Then I get to Maliketh himself. And hoo boy. He took probably a dozen or so tries? Half the time, I'd get in there and before I could properly even do anything, I'd get stun-locked into a combo and die. Eventually I cottoned on to getting a pillar between me and him before trying to summon the Mimic Tear, which helped. Once that was doable, had no problem getting through the Beast Clergyman phase. But that second phase--he's kind of glass cannon, but DAMN. he's fast, and hits like a fucking truck. The only way I eventually made it through was basically good RNG--the Mimic Tear survived long enough into the second phase that I could pepper him with enough spells to whittle him down to almost nothing before she died. And then I managed to keep enough distance that I could take him the rest of the way, even with his full attention on me. Made it happen, but goddamn.

I can use Rennala's Full Moon now, which is fun. It takes a minute to cast, which is a downside, but regularly is doing over 1K damage when it hits. Part of that is because I finally traded in the Demi-Human Queen Staff for the Carian Royal Scepter (currently at +9), which boosts Moon sorceries, as I understand it. And I just got my first Somber Ancient Dragon Smithing Stone, which means I can take either that or Moonveil to +10 now.

But, jeez-louise. I mean, I'm still doing better than I did last time, but the game has officially stopped fucking around now. So I guess next, a quick stop in Jarburg to finish Jar Bairn and Diallos's quests. I think everybody else is as far as I can take them--finished Varre and Nepheli/Kenneth, and beat the Great Jar's knights. I think that'll take care of all the questlines except Millicent. And Edgar/Irina--I forgot to go back and talk to Edgar after killing the Misbegotten Warrior and now he's not at Castle Morne or on the Bridge by Irinia's corpse, so I think I locked myself out of that one, but whatever. The only downside is, because you get a Shabriri Grape out of that, I don't know if I can finish Hyetta either. (And I'm still one curse shy of getting Dung Eater's Mending Rune, but I'll find it at some point. Also, still have to go meet Goldmask in the Ashen Capital, I suppose, but that shouldn't be too bad.)

And then it's on to the Consecrated Snowfield and the Haligtree. And then Moghwyn Palace and the DLC. And... for the first time in this playthrough, I'm a little nervous, but we'll make it happen.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

2 and Punz

You had never been good at holding your temper. 

You were quick to anger, slow to calm down, and even faster at using your fists when it came to confrontation. 

So this definitely wasn’t your first fight. 

This was your first beat down however. 

Granted it was your fault, you ran your mouth too much and no one could really get you to stop when you began in the first place. Everyone always said one day you’d get your ass handed to you by the wrong (or technically the right) person and that day has definitely come to fruition. 

It didn’t bother you much though, the black eye and the cut lip but your ego sure took a beating while you were at it. 

Your best friend had called and texted you frantically, saying her boyfriend's baby mama showed up and was ready to throw down with your best friend. Being a certified ride or die psychopath you were at his house in less than 5 minutes and getting all up in the face of a woman who was three months pregnant and acting ridiculous. 

What you didn’t expect was her best friend to show up and literally start a fight. You had a good couple of swings but the girl had height and weight on you and punched hard. Eventually your best friend’s boyfriend had to haul the girl off of you and despite your rage and grudge, you left too. 

So now you sit in your apartment, going over the whole thing in your head and holding a pack of frozen vegetables to your face in hopes it brings the swelling down. 

“(y/n)?” 

Fuck. 

Punz’s voice floats in your ears bringing both dread and happiness wrapped up in one confusing emotional ball thrown at your chest. You try to turn and hide your face when he walks into the room but he sees you and marches over to your place on the couch. 

“What the fuck?” he exclaims upon seeing your bruised body. 

You feel his eyes trail over the bruises on your arms and legs before landing on the cut on your lip. His thumb grazes over it and you hiss at his touch causing the blonde to frown at your reaction. 

“Who did this to you?” he mutters, somewhere between raging so hard he might burn the world down and hurting so bad he wants to cry on behalf of your pain. 

You and Punz had been dancing around your feelings for each other for so long but it was unmistakable this raw emotion floating in between you two. The electricity is zapped from the room and shoved in the space left between you. 

“Who did this to you?” he growls out again when you don’t respond. 

“Kamila,” you murmur and Punz sighs against you. He had been following this horrible feud going on for the past few months and knew deep down this would have probably happened at some point. 

He doesn’t see any point in lecturing you, knowing you’re mentally beating yourself up on top of the physical beating you already took. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and hauls you into his chest. He stands and you swing your legs around his waist and bury your head into his neck as he carries you away from the living room. 

You listen as he swings open a door in your apartment and he places you on top of what you realize is the bathroom counter. He pulls away, reaching into the cupboard behind you and searching for whatever he’s looking for. 

He finally pulls back and you look to see him holding a first aid kit, antiseptic, and a strained smile. You drop your head but Punz is quick to pull your face back towards his with a finger tipping your chin in the right direction. 

You sit, your heart beating wildly fast as he patches up your cuts and puts cream on your bruises. When his fingers brush over your black eyes you flinch and grab his hand out of instinct. 

“Almost done,” he murmurs, carefully probing the area with ointment before backing up. 

“Thank you,” you tell him quietly. 

“Anytime,” he says, equally as soft. 

He reaches behind your head again, putting away the items and before he can pull back you plant a soft kiss on his cheek. His movements stutter, his eyes sliding over to yours and you anxiously watch him as he backs up but stays close, a measly inch within the two of you. 

Your breath hitches as he moves in, his lips ghosting yours and finally, all pain leaves you when his lips crash into yours. You respond eagerly, tangling your fingers into his hair and pulling him in between your legs. His hands land on the tops of your thighs and squeeze lightly before pulling back from your lips. 

“Don’t ever get in another fight, okay?” 

“Okay.”