#got that religious trauma drip

[ahappydnp]

thinking about the pholly of man

answer not a phool according to his pholly, lester you be like him yourself

phoverbs 10:09 ⚞ ⚟

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P5]

(Yandere × F! Reader)

[Warning: addiction, alcohol, ageism, sexism, misogyny, mention of bodily harm, religious trauma]

[A/N: its high time we show yuki some love 🫶]

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You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They couldn't stand being unremarkable.

"Bless me, father, for I have sinned."

Silence. The stuffy wood walls felt as if it was contracting.

"It's been five years since my last confession, and I accuse myself of the following sin."

No answer yet as per customary. Lukas tugged at his tight collar, anxious. His blunt fingernails reached inside the gap, letting a puff of air hit his chest dripping with sweat.

"I am lost, father."

"And why did you say that?"

"I have nothing special about me. I never really had to try hard to get what I want, and now... I don't know which path to take."

"You walk with God, my child."

Something within his chest inflated, leaving him gasping for air.

"Is that all there is, Father?"

"We are all nothing without Him. He will show you the way."

Lukas wanted to get out of the booth, but he couldn't. His body was frozen in place. Panic set in as he tried to squirm only to find his strength redundant.

"I don't see it, Father!", he tried to scream, but his voice came out weak, "I don't see it... I need to forge my own."

"And how do you plan to do that, when you are unspecial and lost?"

The priest's voice wasn't singular anymore. It dissolved into a chorus of many, thunderous and firm. Lukas heaved, choking on the taste of pennies. He felt a weight from the other side pressing against the confession window, closing the walls in.

The curtain cracked open. Lukas could only look as a hand reached in and grabbed his collar, harshly yanking him forward as if he was a ragdoll. His body was then unbound, light and fluid like water.

He gasped, his eyes fluttering open. Lukas felt the cold sweat on his neck. Between dream and reality, he almost remembered the bruised knuckle and the familiar fingers that pulled him awake.

___

Yuki figured the newbie was a quick learner, but he didn't think Lukas would pick up on your introversion that quickly.

It was ironic that this newcomer was already half of the foreign staff present in the end-of-year dinner that the foreign dept threw. The other half was you. Together you and him sat, tall and quiet. The cozy private restaurant lounge was bustling with chatters, but not one peep from this pair. Far off from the other side of the long table, Yuki could only steal glances at you who only nodded and smiled at any attempts at conversations that went your way. He was worried that Lukas might try something weird tonight what with alcohol so readily available, but so far he had seen nothing but a rather impressive effort at maintaining social norms. He assumed that ought to clear his mind, yet any time he found himself letting his guard down, he was sorely reminded of the punk rock clothing site. Some parts of him were starting to manifest doubt - was he the weird one for fixating? Was it some... American norms he failed to consider? After all, Australian culture could very well be less intense than its riveting cousin. Deciding at last that he was overthinking, he tried to keep up with the conversations around him.

If something bad were to happen, you'd say something, right?

"Say, Sakamoto", he jumped at Tahara's voice, surprised to see she had her attention on him now, "are you ever gonna get married?"

Instantly, eyes were on him. Yuki shifted, laughing nervously.

"Yeah", another voice chimed in, "You're 26, you're earning good money, you got your family's name. Women must be flocking to you."

That voice would be Hanao, quite possibly his least favorite senior. 33, begrudgingly married and completely removed from the concept of boundaries, he could only get worse with a pint in his hand.

"I have some unmarried cousins who would look great on you", Tahara piled onto the mess she herself caused, "Do you want a blind date with her?"

"Or look around the dept", Hanao exclaimed, his ugly habit of getting loud when he got drunk seeping in, "so many young, beautiful ladies are lining up for you!"

Yuki couldn't help but notice the discomfort on the faces of the "ladies" in question, their gaze downcasted or unsubtly turned away.

"Hanao, that's not fair to them", Yuki finally interfered, treading carefully so as not to trigger another terrible habit Hanao got up his sleeves when alcohol got into his system - getting angry, "they are not lining up for me, I'm sure."

"Nonsense", the older man dismissed, waving him off. Yuki's back felt cold as Hanao fully turned to his younger female colleagues who had gotten stiff and awkward, walled in by the long table and the crowd of coworker.

"Wouldn't you ladies want him? He's a bit dull and quiet, but he's a good kid. He is handsome, and his wallet is thick, too. I'm telling you, if you want a chance you better be quick."

The young women politely tried to move on from the topic, but it only fueled his insistence. Stressed out that Hanao was stuck on talking about marriage, Yuki finished his drink painstakingly fast. Hazy now, he landed the pint harshly.

"Excuse me... I should go for a smoke."

"Hey, what's the rush? Are you embarrassed?", Hanao asked, "It's okay Sakamoto, men only get finer with age! Sit down, I think Ms. Sasaki is interested, right?"

Yuki was already standing up with a cigarette in his mouth by the time Sasaki meekly protested. Something about "Mr. Hanao, you're so mean. He will hate me now!"

He looked at the girl. Yuki barely remembered any interaction they had with each other. Did they ever even talk? She was smiley, cheerful, and she had a sweet voice, but he didn't find anything reeling him in. In fact, the expectant look on her face as she tried to make eye contacts made Yuki queazy. Nervous and tense, he excused himself without even acknowledging her presence.

Sometimes, the body remembers things the mind tries to forget.

The smell of food followed him outside. Yuki hurried to a street corner, anxious for that first hit of nicotine to cool his head. Tipsy and disoriented, he was fumbling with the lighter when he saw you. He must had missed you slipping out of the party when Tahara and Hanao cornered him with their tedious talk of marriage. You were on your phone. Your thumbs were still hovering over the bright screen when you. Clearing his throat to make his presence know, Yuki was startled by the blank stare you gave his way.

"Everything okay?", he asked and walked over to stand by your side. Your eyes didn't follow his movement. You looked straight ahead, your face drained of any expression.

"Yes", you tried to sound casual, but your voice were light as air, "everything is fine."

He finally managed to light his cigarette. The first pull was long and crisp. His flexed shoulders dropped as he leaned against the wall and sigh, satisfied. From the corner of his eyes, he could see you tapping on your phone, your fingers typing up a storm. Something was wrong, he could tell, but he didn't want to push. Beside, he was just drunk enought to feel content keeping your company in silence.

It was by the second cigarette that you peeped: "can I have one, Sakamoto?"

That messed with his buzz. Propping himself upright, he turned over to face you.

"No."

You didn't respond. Instead, you stared at him with desperate eyes and quivering lips. Yuki watched your fingers curling up and flexing. A twinge in his chest made him drop the stern tone.

"What happened?"

You hung your head. Your quiet, exasperated voice was almost swallowed by the city's white noise: "please..."

He sighed and fished out one, seeing that it was no use persuading you. His hand hesitated as yours reached over, starved.

"You've quitted for 3 years. You were doing good."

You didn't say anything.

"Are you sure?" He asked for the last time, and the ache in his chest tugged again as he saw you nodding. He handed over the stick and watched helplessly as you stuck it between your teeth. As a last ditch effort, he tossed his lighter into the nearby dumpster.

"I'm sorry", he sighed and took another drag, puffing smoke out his nose, "you can call me a hypocrite, I deserve it. But I just can't-

He was cut off by your cool skin grazing his own as you took his cigarette right out of his mouth. Gently, you placed the burning end onto your unlit one and pulled until you've successfully kindled.

"I'm sorry", you choked, handing back what you'd stolen. He took it, slow and bewildered.

"It's okay. I'm worried, though. Did Lukas do something weird? You know you can tell me."

Your shoulders closed in. You couldn't look him in the eyes.

"No, not Lukas."

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Lukas didn't like the hot, crawling excitement his body manifested when you were near. He couldn't focus. After the concert, he didn't want to face you. He tried to tell himself many things: you weren't any hotter than the girls he had back in college, you were too independent, you didn't bother to act feminine,... Didn't matter. You had something else that he wanted.

That was why no matter how tedious and stressful the dinner party was for him, someone who didn't know a lick of Japanese, he would rather sit in silence than to talk to you. You were quiet next to him, as if lost in thought. The entire day, he had noticed you spacing out and getting distracted. It was out of the ordinary for someone as put-together as you to keep saying "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten". The final straw was when you blankly sipped on your drink only to spill on your skirt. You didn't even react, only sighing and wiping it off with the tissue he handed over.

"Excuse me", your voice was monotone, "I'm going to the bathroom."

He didn't know who that was directed at. Only him, he assumed, since everyone else were lost in their own coversation. Seeing that your beer had splashed on the floor near where you sat, he reached over to wipe it off. His hand was nearby the phone you had forgotten when it buzzed, its screen lighting up.

"He is going through an episode again"

Lukas never thought of himself as someone who would snoop - after all, he never really cared for any women to reach that point - yet that text from your mother stirred up a morbid sense of curiosity. He watched the bright screen blinking again as another text popped up.

"Please... talk to your brother. He's threatening to do it again."

The screen door slid open, snapping him out of it. Quicking resuming his position, he smiled at you who were carefully finding your way back to your seat, side-stepping your coworkers. Your weary smile was poorly faked.

Lukas' heart beat fast. He was itching to ask you about what he saw, though he decided to hold it in. He didn't know how to begin the conversation without admitting that he had violated your privacy...that would warrant a strong reaction. Yet, within his curiosity, Lukas caught a glimpse of anticipation. How would you look at him, if you were to get mad? He tried to imagine you scowling, your jaw flexed and fists clenched. He wonder if you would curse him out. Maybe, you would even hit him.

God, he hoped you would.

Lost in a fantasy, he was grounded again when you softly excused yourself out "for some fresh air". Nobody paid any mind when you rushed off, your feet barely touching the ground.

Maybe now wouldn't be a good time to test out the validity of his craving. Lukas drew his attention to the rest of the party, trying to forget about it. He didn't understand a single thing, but Sakamoto's side was getting loud: he saw the guy bashfully trying to get through a coversation before excusing himself shortly thereafter with a cigarette in his mouth.

Anxiety bubbled in his guts as he sat alone and confused, bothered by the mental image of you and Sakamoto outside, bumping into each other. Would Sakamoto notice something was up with you? He might - the senior was sensible and keen-eyed. Lukas wasn't in love with small details, but he had seen the way the man covered for your lies on the spot. Short on breath, he caught his own fingers playing with the hem of his button-down shirt. Lukas tried to remind himself that whatever fixation he had on you should come to a stop, but amidst a feverish daze he couldn't resist the instinct to insert himself into your narrative. He didn't care if your mood would worsen. In fact, he hoped it would. He hoped you would take it out on him. Pulling himself up, he hurried after you.

By the restaurant entrance Lukas looked left and right, his heart racing. He didn't like that the reason he chose to be out was to interrupt your conversation, so he convinced himself that he was looking for something else, like a convenient store to get a pack of smoke. After all, he had a bad habit of craving them when he drank. Maybe, he could even look for Sakamoto and ask for one.

Lukas walked down the street, his eyes scanning faces of strangers. They didn't look his way, blurring past him like shadows. He wondered if he looked the same to you - a flash of color that breezed by, flat, voiceless, inconsequential. He didn't have time to let that thought eat him away when he caught Sakamoto's tall form leaning against a wall, half of his body hidden in an alleyway. Lukas took a long stride toward the man only in time for the buildings to move to the backend of his vision, revealing you who were giving a lit cigarette back.

[milfsloverblog]

How Eve Felt (NSFW)

Jane Murdstone x Fem!reader

A/N: Listen, this is just pure filth. 1500 words of porn without plot. Nothing but Jane Murdstone smut. I started this WIP months ago and thought I’d never publish it but a few of you liked the snippet I shared, so... Anyway, enjoy <3

tw: spit kink, mention of Christianity related stuff (this is how I deal with my religious trauma)

✨ AO3 LINK IN TITLE ✨

You always tried your best to keep your eyes away from your lady’s flesh when you undressed her. That night had been no different as you only looked at your fingers working on the lacing of her corset.

Jane stayed quiet for a while, her eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror as you worked behind her.

“You did say this was your first time working as a lady’s maid, didn’t you?” She asked, her voice as stern as it usually was.

“Yes, Miss Murdstone.” You nodded and carefully peeled the corset from her, folding it before placing it by her dress on the chair.

“In that case,” She said as she turned around to face you, cocking her head a little. “I cannot help but wonder where on earth you have learnt how to undress a woman so swiftly.”

You swallowed thickly. Your eyes had caught sight of the swell of her small breasts under her chemise and it instantly made your throat go dry.

What were you supposed to tell her? Oh, well, I have undressed my fair share of women, right before laying with them.

“Well?” She insisted. “Cat got your tongue?!”

You knew then by the smirk on her face that Miss Murdstone probably had a good idea of how you’d become an expert at undressing the fairer sex.

“I suppose I'm a quick learner, my lady.” You simply answered, hoping it would satisfy the tall woman’s curiosity.

Jane narrowed her eyes, silently looking at you for a moment while the gears turned in her head.

“Take my chemise off.” She eventually ordered in a bark.

It felt like she was testing you. Sure, this was part of what a lady’s maid had to do but the way she said it, it did feel like she was testing you.

You ended up doing as you were told, silently thanking your hands for not shaking too much when you grabbed the hem of her chemise and pulled the garment over her head.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Do not look.

“Look at me.” Jane demanded, your eyes immediately snapping from your hands to her face.

“I am looking at you, Miss Murdstone.”

“Look at me the way you really wish to.” She smirked again and you were sure your thumping heartbeat could be heard throughout the whole household.

You exhaled shakily and eventually moved your gaze from her eyes to her nose, then down to her mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To lick over the scar on her lip? To have her tongue push into your mouth?

You spent a few seconds on the length of her neck, watching her pulse point steadily move up and down. From the look of it, she didn’t seem nervous about what was happening, at least not as much as you were.

Her shoulders were next, pulling a smile from your lips. It was a funny thing, really, for a cold and metallic woman like Jane to have such an inviting freckled skin.

Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes landed on her chest, her nipples visibly hardening as you took in her pert breasts.

“Miss Murdstone, we should not-“ You were cut off by Jane’s hand roughly grabbing hold of your face, her fingertips digging almost painfully into your cheeks.

“And who decides on what we should or should not do, hm?” She asked, using a honey-dripping voice as if she wasn’t holding you with a vice-like grip.

“You, Miss Murdstone.” You whispered barely audibly, nearly letting a whine out when she let go of your jaw.

“Good.” She gave a slight nod and sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving yours.

Your eyes widened when you noticed that she was slowly spreading her legs. Her lips pulled in a devilish smirk seeing how your face twitched as you tried your best to keep your eyes locked on hers, knowing full well the sight that would be waiting for you if you allowed yourself to look down at her crotchless bloomers.

Jane had to admit that she was impressed by your self-restraint, many girls would have run for the door while some, fewer, would have touched her already.

“Kneel.” She barked, delighting in the way you slightly jumped at the unexpected order.

Your legs wobbled and you fell to your knees like a devotee praying at the altar. Your gaze inevitably fell on the wet pink flesh between her legs, your mouth watering at how inviting it looked.

“Well, do come closer!” Jane spoke as if she was in a hurry and for a split second you wondered if she was eager to feel you on her.

You did as you were told, crawling closer until you were kneeling between her legs and tentatively placed your hands on her covered knees. Jane raised an eyebrow at the boldness of your move but decided she would allow it.

“I assume you have done this before, haven’t you?” The woman asked, her chin never lowering as she looked down at you, making her appear even more condescending.

“Have I ever found myself between a woman’s legs? Yes. Have I ever knelt before one? No.” But I don’t mind kneeling for you. I don’t mind praying at your altar. I would spend the rest of my life on my knees if you asked me to. I do want to worship you.

“Let us make it a memorable first time, shall we?” Jane purred and her fingers took hold of your face again, gentler than they did before.

She tilted your head back as far as it would go and pried your jaws open, chuckling when you stuck your tongue out instinctively.

“Aren’t you a well-trained slut?” Jane cooed, gathering the saliva in her mouth and slowly letting it fall on your tongue, a wave of arousal coating her sex when your pupils dilated.

The older woman raised an eyebrow and, knowing exactly what was expected of you, you closed your eyes and swallowed. You couldn’t help but be reminded of your first Holy Communion when, kneeling before the priest, the sacred host had been placed on your tongue.

You almost let an Amen slip from your lips when Jane suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and your eyes snapped back open.

“How many women have you laid with?”

“Plenty.” You admitted in a whisper, wondering how many Jane had shared her bed with.

“Prove it.” She smirked, bringing your face closer to her cunt.

You didn’t waste any more time and dipped your thumbs into the warmth between Jane’s legs, brushing the tip of one thumb over her clit to watch the way her whole body responded. Jane jerked, hips canting forward, and you hid your grin by placing a soft kiss on the milky skin of her inner thigh. The woman’s breath hitched and you wondered if it was caused by her not expecting any softness from you (or anyone else).

Keeping your fingers holding Jane open, you leaned in closer, blowing lightly over her cunt before burying your face in it. You wrapped your lips around the woman’s clit and sucked sharply, Jane’s body jolting above you as a moan tore itself from the back of her throat.

The woman opened her mouth to speak but cut herself off as you sucked harder, drawing tight circles around her clit. Moving one hand from where you had it braced around Jane’s thigh, you pushed your thumb into her entrance, tugging at her opening and massaging inside of her. The streak of moans that escaped your lady’s lips made your whole body shudder.

Then suddenly her hand snaked back in your hair, holding tightly and so close to your scalp that you felt your skin burn. Jane pressed you so deep into herself you could hardly breathe. She had taken back control of herself, and of you as well. You fisted the material of Jane’s drawers and squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue was ridden, your lady grinding herself into your mouth exactly how she wanted, how she needed.

Feverish shivers ran down your spine, your knees slowly sliding open on the wood flooring. You wished you had tucked a pillow between your legs before this began so you could ride out your own pleasure as you dripped from having your face fucked. But your lady wouldn’t have allowed it, you were quite certain she enjoyed having you squirm helplessly.

Jane’s movements became erratic, her chest quickly heaving up and down as she desperately chased her release. And then you felt it. You felt her come. You felt the cruelest woman you knew come into your mouth, her clit throbbing against your tongue as she let a single loud guttural moan out.

As the hand on the back of your head loosened its grip, you slumped against the older woman’s thigh. And as you knelt there, half of your face slick and chin dripping with Jane’s essence, you wondered - is this how Eve felt, taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit, as pomegranate juice dripped on her naked breasts from her open lips?

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[moonlight-prose]

✧ SWEETENED BREATH AND TONGUE SO MEAN✧

a/n: this has got to be in the top three of my favorite kinktober fics i've written. i don't know what it is about hozier and the early hours of the day, but that shit is godlike. i'm drinking it down like my favorite fucking wine and getting tipsy. joel and religious trauma go hand in hand if you ask me. and that's what this. filthy ass religious trauma from yours truly. enjoy.

day twenty-five: oral fixation | kinktober 2023

summary: "joel couldn’t fathom what you saw in him. a man bloodied with the ravages of life. he’d taken life, killed to survive, and there were times he even fucking enjoyed it. but you were soft. you were the good that remained. the light he shouldn’t be allowed to tarnish."

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral fixation, gratuitous prose of giving joel head, oral (m receiving), spit play, throat bulge, dirty talk, cum play, cum eating, joel has a filthy fucking mouth, religious trauma metaphors courtesy of an english lit degree i've got to use somehow.

He loved your mouth.

The soft supple feel of your lips, the taste of your favorite watermelon gum on your tongue. The heat that seemed to seep directly into him when you kissed him. Shit he even liked the sticky gloss you smeared on every day—the sweetness of it a tang he could never get enough of. He loved how it stuck to his lips. How even after you were gone he still had the feel of it burned into him.

Joel licked at his own lips when you pulled away, chest heaving as you slid to the ground. Your fingers worked the buckle of his belt, teeth digging into your shiny bottom lip and Joel felt the breath in his lungs vanish. Before he could even ask how your day was you’d perched yourself on his lap all pretty and ravishing. Hell before he could even take a breath, your lips had found his. A saccharine moan being pressed into his mouth.

You pulled him free, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of his cock swollen and dripping for you. Always for you. And it made his eyes drag down to your lips. How they were parted as you took in another deep breath. How they practically begged to wrap around his throbbing cock.

“‘S that what you need?” he asked roughly, pinching your chin to tilt your eyes back to his.

A shaky breath left you, eyes sliding shut as his thumb ran across your bottom lip. You were quick to take it into your mouth. Suck on it like that alone was his cock. Like you’d never get the chance to have him in your mouth again.

“Yeah that’s what you need.” He groaned, feeling the wet heat of you pull him in. You were a fucking siren and he had no choice but to answer your call. “Just need somethin’ to fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

You whined, fluttering your lashes at him. Joel couldn’t think straight. The sight of you kneeling before him, desperate for him. It rocked him to his core every time you reminded him how much you desired him—how much you’d do anything for him.

“Fuck darlin’.” He felt his body jolt when your teeth scraped the skin of his thumb—your lips tugging into a small grin. A sight that had him ready to be the one on his knees.

“I like the taste of you,” you mumbled.

He huffed. “Addicted to it aren’t ya.”

You nodded, hand finally wrapping around his cock. The pure bliss was nearly too much—like a shot of adrenaline through his heart. He hissed through his teeth, thumb hooking into your mouth and opening it wide—showing the spit that was ready to spill free. Joel liked you like this. Messy. Ready to do what he asked of you because for some reason unknown to him…it made you happy.

“Well go on then,” he said softly, letting you go and sliding his wet thumb along your cheek. “Taste me.”

A moan broke free from your lips as you shuffled closer, hand gripping him just the way he’d do it himself. He barely had time to gather himself before your lips were wrapping around his head. Tongue sliding through his slit, gathering the shiny precum that beaded up at the top—ready to drip down if you waited any longer.

He went lax on the couch, head falling back into the cushion, a deep groan reverberating from low in his chest.

God, he loved your mouth.

You were gentle with it at first. Delicately kissing down his length as if he was something to worship. As if getting on your knees for him was your own form of religion. Joel couldn’t fathom what you saw in him. A man bloodied with the ravages of life. He’d taken life, killed to survive, and there were times he even fucking enjoyed it. But you were soft. You were the good that remained. The light he shouldn’t be allowed to tarnish.

Yet even that he enjoyed. The thought of staining you with his darkness—of being the mark on your soul you’d keep forever.

At least then he’d know what the word permanent meant to him again.

You took him further, the wet heat of your mouth causing his mind to go fucking numb. He felt his body shudder, fingers digging into the back of your neck to keep himself grounded. A stunted moan dragged itself up from his chest, mouth dropping open to suck in a deep breath as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged prettily, spit trailing down to the coarse hair at the base of him, and Joel felt like he was in heaven.

“That’s it, sugar,” he said drunkenly. “You can take all of it can’t you?”

Your nails scratching along his denim clad thighs, throat expanding to let more of him in. Joel gasped, his stomach clenching at the sensation. It sent heat shooting up his spine, an aching bliss that was desperate to spill free. You were so fucking good. So beautiful with your mouth stretched wide, tears trailing down your cheeks as you fought to keep yourself still.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he spit, his whole body going stiff.

He slid his hand down, feeling the bulge in your throat and he had to fight back the wave of heat that threatened to drown him. Pulling off you gasped in a breath, hand pumping him quickly, spreading your spit right down to his balls.

“I should take a picture.” Your eyes met his, the glazed fucked out look stealing whatever breath remained in his lungs. “Keep it in my wallet. Right at the front.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, a hoarse moan echoing up to his ears.

“Yeah you’d like that darlin’. I’ll let everyone see it. Let em know you’re all fucking mine.”

Your chest heaved, lips parting to take him back in your mouth and Joel could feel the last strands of his control strip away. Sliding back in felt like a home he didn’t know he could have again, a reminder that he was still wanted. You moaned around his length, thighs pressing together, and Joel felt himself give over to the pleasure.

“Shit,” he gritted, digging his fingers into the back of your neck as he spilled right down your throat. A broken shout ripping from his throat.

“Fuckin’ take all of it darlin’.” His hips thrust up into your mouth, causing you to splutter, his cum spilling out slightly and down your throat. “My messy fuckin’ girl. Can’t even handle all my cum. ‘S okay I’ll feed it to you. Make sure you take every drop.”

Letting him go, you watched as the last of his release spilled onto your hand that continued to pump him. Wringing every last bit of pleasure from his body. He arched off the couch slightly, a fractured sound filling the room. It sunk into you like a poison. Delved between your nerves and dragged the need you tried to tamp down up your throat. It clawed at you and you had no choice but to heed to its call.

“Joel,” you whimpered, voice cracked and low.

But just the sound of it grabbed his attention as he came back down. His cum now tracking along your throat. A shiny mess that had his cock twitching in desire. He grinned, eyes glazed over with lust, and dragged his fingers through the mess you made. Until they pressed against your lips.

You took them happily. A soft moan breaking free.

“That mouth,” he mumbled in awe. Your tongue swirled around the digits, the tang of him permanently etched on your tongue.

Every drop that landed on your tastebuds only made your need grow and Joel could see it etched on your face. The desire clear in your body language. You were standing on a thin line, your control nearing its very end. Which is why he pulled his fingers free. A small grin formed on his face when you chased them slightly, eyes fluttering open.

“Don’t worry darlin’.” He cupped your face, smiling softly at your needy expression. “You’ll get em back. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You sighed, breath stuttering. That feeling dug into your chest, screaming for more and Joel was more than happy to give into its wants. He had stained you with his cum, with the destruction he caused. The pain that devoured him whole. Yet now it was your turn to do the same. To fill him with that sweetness that had become his life line.

His reason for being.

“You gonna let me?” he asked softly, drawing you up until those lips that haunted his fucking dreams were mere inches away from his own. He could feel your breath wash across his face, filling him with vitality.

You grinned, fingers clutching at his shirt as you took your rightful place on his lap. A goddess perched on her throne.

“Yes.”

[sunlightandsuffering]

Sacrilege has got a chokehold on me so I don’t think I’m ever going to shut up about it I’m sorry Lys 😭😭😭😭😭Days before Eremika’s wedding Mikasa’s mother has the talk with her in her room «  honey there are things you’re gonna have to do with Eren , you’re going to give him the greatest gift you have , your purity. It’s something only a husband can take » not knowing Eren is hiding in her closet wheezing because they were fucking in her room 10 minutes prior

BRO IM CACKLING!! Treadmill gym Drabble 🥰🤗😂

Eren likes his future mother in law in an abstract sort of way.

After all she raised the little lunatic that he’s proposed to, and as such he has to like her. Even if she did inflict a mild amount of religious trauma on his bride, it’s not entirely her fault he blames the church for that part.

It’s not unwarranted for people to want to believe in a higher power, it brings them comfort and as such he understands, he can’t be too upset with her.

But sitting, locked inside Mikasa’s tiny bedroom closet he cannot help but curse the woman.

He can see through the small crack in the doors that she’s sat Mikasa down on her very pink, very unicorn themed bedspread that he knows from personal experience is not comfortable in the slightest.

Mikasa had turned as pink as the covers the first time he’d seen it and told him quite vehemently that she had never been allowed to change it and under absolutely no circumstances was he allowed to make fun of her for it.

Of course he’d made fun of her and she’d attempted to suffocate him with said bed covers.

But back to the current predicament, he can hear clear as day the words that leave her mother’s mouth and Eren dreads every second of the coming conversation.

“Mikasa, darling I think it’s time for us to discuss what will be expected of you.”

“What do you mean mom, what’s expected of me?”

Mikasa plays dumb and Eren isn’t entirely sure if that’s a mistake or not, especially not with his cum dripping down her thighs and her hair looking like a fucking bird’s nest because when her dear mother had interrupted them, she’d been blowing him and rather expertly at that.

Her lips are still swollen and his dick still throbs at the thought, because he’d been so fucking close.

“Well darling what a woman is expected to do when she marries, what Eren will expect of you,” she pauses a moment, lHe’ll expect your purity, your virginity and I’m here to explain how it’ll go darling I don’t want any surprises for you.”

“Mom,” Mikasa gasps, “you don’t need to- I took sex Ed I know,” Mikasa waves her hands awkwardly and her mom purses her lips.

“But that doesn’t really prepare you dear, you don’t know about the minutia of it, and darling I’m worried, Eren is a rather large boy, I’d be worried about the erm… size of him, I want you to know to use lubricant and —“

“MOM!” Mikasa yelps and Eren chokes from the closet, trying his best to cover a wheeze at the turn the conversation has taken.

“Mikasa! I just want you to be prepared darling it’s not about anything else I just—“

He can see Mikasa attempting to shove her mom right out the door, “Mom I don’t need this I can figure out how to have sex just fine thanks!”

“Mikasa it’s just because I care about you!”

The door is slammed shut and Eren winces as Mikasa opens the closet, staring at him, beet red.

He allows his legs to spill out of the cramped space, sighing as he’s allowed to actually breathe. It’s silent for a moment as they both stare at each other and finally Eren shrugs, “Wanna finish me off?”

Mikasa stares back, aghast, “You’re insane.”

“Is that a no then?”

[mamawasatesttube]

Have you seen this? I have very very mixed feelings but. https://www.tumblr.com/nightmareinfloral/730720741856788480/magdalene-visaggios-rejected-proposal-for-kon

i skimmed it and all i can say is, im glad it got rejected because i would've hated to have to hate a major canon queer storyline but. lol. lmao. this just drips christianity. magdalene could you make it any more obvious you don't know how to write a story that isn't about yourself??? like idk i can't bring myself to be excited about the idea of transfem kon when literally everything else about this sucks so bad. "kon is the jason todd of the superfam"????? so we're just putting words in sentences now huh. all this says to me is that magdalene herself is a trans woman with christian religious trauma and that is the only story she knows how to tell. im deeply not interested in that.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 18 thoughts

i have been busy and my nightly watch sessions have fallen to the wayside, so i was really excited to watch this one! a great end to a busy day <3

so we open with a child reciting the bible to bring a dead burn victim back to life. i'm american so this was like an ordinary day for me ngl. like yeah yeah the child who believes he can resurrect, we've all seen it. nothing a good southern hallelujah can't fix in some people's minds.

the preacher says he found the boy on the banks of the mississippi which was SO funny to me. moses who?!

there was another scene of the ministry being cultishly devout and i wrote in my notes "like this isn't even really funny this is just the south i know people like this" and i stand by that assessment

scully wants to go investigate even though it's not an x file because they need someone with medical experience. she seems to think he won't want to come but mulder is soooo happy to join :D "when are we leaving for tennessee?"

(he needs to be out of his office for stimulation)

the preacher was dripping in expensive jewelry, had 4 cadillacs, again, many such cases here in the US of A.

when they meet the miracle healer boy (who has been accidentally killing people lately) he says to scully "do you deny the power of God?" and she says "no". i am storing that information for future use.

scully got deeply uncomfortable and tried to shut it DOWN when the miracle guy brought up mulder's sister, but he wanted to hear more. she even called the sheriff over. she said you are NOT going to mess with that man's head in front of me absolutely NOT.

then we had a plague moment in the courtroom. GRASSHOPPER ATTACK BE UPON YE!

mulder was reading from the old testament... this is so ethel cain coded

then he starts seeing his sister as a little girl and running toward her!!! he runs out during a chat with the preacher and scully is confused

she asks hey man. what did you see. he says "a girl". she says "who, jessica hahn?" (now i had to google who that is but she was a model.)

scully you are quick-witted and good at teasing this man. but he's sad and says "a LITTLE girl". making fun of mulder for having a crush has been temporarily POSTPONED due to his childhood trauma resurfacing.

i actually felt really bad for the healer guy who started killing people by touching them because i find it very believable that religious trauma will have you thinking that your evil hands made people choke to death because you are Sinful. again, seen similar things. in a less dramatic sort of way.

they return to the ministry event and mulder points out a seat in the crowd to scully then guides her with his hand on the small of her back. god, when is my turn? i have seen what you make the fictional men do.

the religious people are blocking an autopsy for religious purposes. which is something i will be googling later because tbh i'm curious if that is still a thing.

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she was raised catholic! she is familiar with scripture and says "God never lets the devil steal the show!" mulder laughs and says "you must have loved the Exorcist" and she says its one of her favorite movies! (DANA SCULLY HORROR FAN?!?!)

we see a person in scrubs sharpening a knife for an autopsy and i did NOT like that so imagine my SHOCK AND HORROR to learn it was none other than scully herself getting to business!!!

mulder is also there and he is very squeamish so he's being a great friend by sitting on the counter while she cuts a body up. thank u for ur service king.

(she makes him look at some lungs and he does NOT want to do this. think of the poor man's stomach, scully!)

when he runs out to go see the healer turned killer kid in jail, i was like yeah he was looking for an excuse to get tf out of there

also scully... in scrubs... <3 yes the sharpening of a knife was impersonal and scary but it's still Her... she's in her Doctor Mode and i love to see it

the healer boy tormented mulder about his sister and had him in the jail cell yelling "IS SHE ALIVE" ohhh i was seated. i was on the edge of that seat i was sat upon. needed to know if he was going to crack some skulls to get answers about his sister.

well no skulls were cracked in THAT scene but in the very next one, the sheriff hires some henchmen to kill the healer guy in jail which is like. not really analyzed a lot throughout the rest of the episode. and i feel like we moved past this a bit too quickly. but okay.

i was worried they were going to make the shady pastor the hero of the episode and thankful they did not do that. we don't need that energy to be encouraged. don't we deal with enough as is? another megachurch pastor might break me.

(our duo breaks into the court room where earlier a plague of locusts had begun) "what exactly are we looking for?" "clues" okay cryptic scooby doo mulder. acting like the guy from blue's clues. dumbass. i love him. (blue skadoo, you can too!)

then he yells "SCULLY! it's potato" in a deadly serious tone. this obviously has Implications for the investigation but "SCULLY! it's potato" is a phrase that had me laughing until my sides hurt. the deadpan delivery. scully. it's potato. new phrase entering my mental roster. rotating it in my mind over and over again.

they realize it's the burn victim the boy healed as a child who killed all those people! and when they get to his house, scully takes a deep sniff of whatever he was drinking and announces it's poison. which again, important to the plot. but it looked like she was just:

(scully takes a deep inhale of some liquid that looks like water) cyanide...

like girl why are you sniffing that! they always tell you not to sniff unknown chemicals when you get to high school chemistry class!!! her med school training flew Out the window. she needs to sniff the poison.

we see them getting packed up to head home and MULDER BROUGHT A PHOTO OF HIS SISTER AND KEPT IT BY HIS BED. does he do this for every single roadtrip? holy fuck i was gonna cry. the impermanence of the hotel room but the permanence of his grief, trying to hold on to what he can remember, her photo as a symbol of what he works for, what he spends his life working toward, why he devotes so many late hours and sleepless nights to the job... because its about getting her back above all else. no i'm Fine it's totally okay.

i enjoyed that for once, this was just a good ol' fashioned murder. a guy was poisoning people and letting someone else take the fall. a totally rational situation! a win for the disbelievers from all backgrounds!

(okay, so we don't know exactly why the guy could heal people in the first place or cause mulder to see his sister. but don't think about that too hard! enjoy the w for skeptics and scully nation!)

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas!!!

Recently i wrote a poem and decided I loved it and send you an ask with it 2 days ago but i think it got lost or smth.

Little backstory here so I live in a family full of artists and very creative people so sharing my work always made me self concious since I always compared my work with theirs. Turns out I also have a problem with openly sharring my work with others which is a bit of a problem considering I need to do share my work for school. Because of that I've decided to share my poem with someone cause I'm really proud of it but I also want someone to tell me their honest opinion/feedback. So here it is I guess??? Also english is not my first language so sorry if there s any mistakes 🦖

Earth breaking beneth my feet

Hands holding my arms

While pushing me down

Sinking into the ground

Divine paintings flashing before my mind

Their meanings going up my mouth

Watching me choke down all the noble words

Blocking their way out

Only to laugh

As the Devil listens to all the broken sounds

Coming from my eyes

Crimson tears staining my cheeks

Honey dripping from my lips

Straight into a vase near my feet

Angles are gathering the golden liquid

Collectiong memories I missed

Reminding me things I did

That are straining my guilt

People I left forgoten

Are sitting faceless

Waiting for my jugement

God is listening to everyone

Except for me

As I bleed out on a light floor in front of him

Staining red everything I could see

While room fillds with blood

That's comimg from my wounded heart

Drowning me

Ending my tortures

While our outstanding preformance goes on

The capitol's laughing

The kids are dying

But why do I care?

About them when I'm away

Maybe these scary meaningfull portraits

Maybe paintings that left me empty

Are happening somewhere on Earth

Someones mother is dying

But all we do is drink honey

Someones child is fighting

But all we do is play a song

Song of Army Dreamers

And say 'scary things happened years back'

While ignoring the fact

That those things are also happening now

Somehow I made a poem about war with my religious trauma, Kate Bush reference and few Crimson Rivers references. Thats cute. When im rereading it now it seems a bit silly and kinda looks like i tried using 'big words' but i still love it.

Also the way you ate up last Caledenstine(HOW TO WRITE THAT????😭) chapter??? Ate and left no crumbs? Yessir. I support Regs rights and wrongs even if his wrongs are treaky(?) sometimes and make me want to hit him with a paper (just jk i would probably hug him and then make him some good soup)

Losts of love for you and your wife and your cat(s) (pretty sure you have a cat or two but maybe im mixing people???? Prolly should go to sleep but this was more important for me?????) Hope your sleep shedule is better then the rests of the fandom tho you are a teacher, an ao3 writer and a trumble user so its probably not the best while school year but still! 💃All the best ❤️

Hi hon!!! Your original ask was actually next on my list lol but I'm responding to this one because you added some things.

Damn, that ending though.

And say 'scary things happened years back' While ignoring the fact That those things are also happening now

This is SO real, and so poignant. You absolutely should share this with others, it's a very powerful poem. I love the imagery you have throughout. Please don't compare your work to others- art is supposed to be unique, you know?

hahah yeah Reg is in his Rep Era rn I feel. I'll not elaborate more.

My sleep schedule is...well it's 12:30am and I am not planning on sleeping for a while, as I need to edit and then post the next chapter. By the time this ask is posted (I'm scheduling it) the next chapter should be out! yay, summer?

Sending you all the love!

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter eleven: JUST wouldn't STAY DOWN

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: supernatural themes, mentions of vehicular accident, mentions of motorcycle accident, religious sacrifice, ptsd, large canines, bodily injury, body horror, graphic violence, religious trauma, blood, witchcraft

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

I tried to relax the best way I knew how: playing with the cats. When that didn't work, I tried staying still on my bed, but the scent of Nick was still ingrained in my sheets.

“Lyds, why am I so useless?” I asked, less to the calico and more to myself.

My only response was the sound of cat paws hitting the wooden floor. Great, even they were abandoning me. I sat up, watching Lydia move towards the dresser that was still pulled away from the wall. The lock box still discarded near it—

But not empty.

I scooted off the bed and picked it up. In his haste to take out whatever had been it, Noah didn't scoop out some papers that had stuck to the bottom.

It looked like notes, like mine, but attached to it was a page from a book, or maybe a handbook:

"Beyond the conceptual or abstract, it is an existence born of darkness and light, manifesting in every corner of our world. This Divine Power cannot be wielded or controlled by humankind, but merely channeled through distinct means. The greatest way to channel Divine Power is to become a Vessel for the Truth.

To become a proper Vessel, one must be completely open to receive the Truth. To be open, one must be empty: all unnecessary thoughts and emotions must be cast aside in a process called Hollowing. Hollowing occurs at the end of one's journey to seek Truth.

Once the Hollowing is complete and one has become an Empty Vessel the Truth may then fill that void using the Ritual of Cleromancy. Those filled with the Truth are fully enlightened, a receptacle of knowledge and Divine Power. Imbuement is the greatest privilege for those who seek the Truth, as all who journey strive to reach this peak."

And then on the paper, written in a small, clipped handwriting:

"RITUAL OF CLEROMANCY = STAB SOMEONE IN THE GUT"

God, even back then Noah was a blunt bastard.

I shook the lockbox, thinking something else might've gotten stuck, and I was rewarded with something metallic and small dropping out of the box. It bounced, and Jerry scrambled to chase it, batting at it with his paws. I quickly retrieved it before he would try and chew on it.

It was a small ear spacer, almost the size of a stud. It had to be Nick's, from when he started to stretch his lobes.

That's when I heard noises from the other side of the house “Taylor?” I heard Folio call.

“Coming!” I scrambled up and out of my room. I ran to my living room where—

"What the fuckin' hell?” I shouted.

Folio’s hands and mouth were coated in blood, but Noah was almost drenched head to toe in it. He had shed his shirt and jacket, and this close I could make out the pattern of symbols tattooed from his collarbones to his hips. And despite his human appearance, the branch-like antlers were present.

“Like what you see?" Noah asked after popping his jaw, a sound like several twigs snapping accompanying the motion.

I was too grossed out to be angry at his comment. “What the fuck did you guys do to him?”

“Interrogated,” Folio said, grinning. God, his fangs were dripping blood still.

"When you said bloody, I didn't think this much—“

“There's a lot of blood in a human body,” Noah said, wiping his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, which didn't do much since that was covered in blood as well.

I swallowed. Surprisingly I didn't feel like throwing up. “Did you at least get something out of the guy?”

“Well, we definitely got his intes—“

Noah smacked Folio upside the head, earning a small growl. “No location, but Jolly's working on that. But we got the reason behind all this.”

“Between all the screaming," Folio added.

“They’re going to try and resurrect the old Watcher, so they can go back to the old ways. And since it’s not one of the Days of Power, they’re using a practitioner for the Ritual,” Noah said. “They were going to use Granny, but they took Nick when he showed up unexpectedly.”

My vision started spinning. The Ritual. “Cleromancy,” I muttered.

“How did you—“

“You left some stuff behind,” I said. My legs felt too heavy to move, so I couldn’t get the handbook page. “We have to find him. I can’t…”

I couldn’t lose Nick. Not after I’ve lost so much already.

“Is there a way we could speed up the locating process? Jolly only has maybe eight hours, and has fifty miles to cover,” Folio said.

“If you know another way, I’m all ears dude.”

My eyes fell on my coffee table while they conversed. Amongst the papers we had abandoned last night, the little red string stood out like a fresh wound.

"What if we get separated?"

"This helps with that as well. Unless you'd rather I hold your hand the entire way?"

I don’t know why I threaded the string through the ear spacer, nor why I tied the string around my wrist. I wasn’t a practitioner, nor a witch. Was it a good luck charm? A pathetic excuse to connect to Nick? It wasn’t even that great of a job, since I did it one-handed.

Except I felt a spark of… something.

It started as a warmth in my chest and head, where my near-healed head wound was. It moved to my hand, where the metal spacer heated up and felt like it would sear my skin. I hissed in surprise and pain, pulling the spacer away, but there was no mark on my skin.

“The fuck are you doing over there?”

I turned around at Noah’s voice. He looked annoyed but curious at what I was doing. When I turned though, the metal cooled down. I turned back, and the metal heated up again.

“I think I just unintentionally casted a location spell.”

“So when did you learn how to practice?” Noah asked.

“I didn't. It just… I don't know,” I said, sighing.

This trek through the woods was a lot faster, even though I kept tripping and falling, due to not having Nick keeping me upright. At one point Noah suggested Folio carry me on his back, even going so far as to call it a “furry piggyback ride” after we refused the first time. Needless to say, we refused again.

I couldn't feel angry at him. Just… pity, I guess. “You got serious anger issues then. Probably should see a therapist about that,” I stated.

Unfortunately, Folio ran on ahead to scout the area in front of us, with Noah acting as the middle man if we had to change directions because of the terrain. Which left me with the man who just this morning had me pinned to the wall by my neck.

“So how long?” I asked. Noah made an inquisitive grunting noise. “How long did you have feelings for him?”

Noah was silent for a while, almost making me think he wasn't going to dignify me with a response, until he finally spoke, “Not too long before shit went down, actually. We… bonded a little after we watched Folio get killed.”

“Bonded? Is that a euphemism for–”

“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” Noah snapped. “We kissed once, okay? After i lost my mom, I stayed over a lot. Nick wasn't into it, and I respected that. We stayed friends, and I got a girlfriend soon after.”

“Elin?”

“God, don't fucking remind me. That bitch deserved her fate,” Noah growled. The thought of what that fate probably was had me pushing through another several moments of tense silence.

“You didn't get over him, did you?” I asked quietly.

“I did, in fact. When I was in service to the original Watcher as the Towering Man,” Noah said with a bitter laugh. “Being over six feet tall was a curse in school, and the Watcher just loved to rub my face in it.

“I would wait for Nick to realize that I wasn't dead; that I was right outside in the woods behind his house. Nick used to search the woods after the search parties gave up, turns out. I thought he had just given up. So I left, and didn't see him until the next Summer Solstice.

“I guess seeing him with you… brought back old wounds. And I acted on them.”

Noah was about to respond when he suddenly crouched down, pushing me down with him. “You see that fire?” He hissed.

We crept up on the scene before us. It was… horrifying. That was the only way I could describe it, but even then, it felt inadequate. It looked exactly how I’d imagine a cult would look like: dark clearing, candles, an altar.

I could only count ten members. They all wore black cloaks, and black masks that mimicked a deer’s skull and antlers. They all stood in pairs, except one who stood before a tall effigy made of thick branches, twigs, vines and leaves. And tied that effigy, in some kind of terrifying mockery of the crucifixion, was Nick.

I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to middle the sound of my choked sob. From this distance, I couldn’t see if he was alive or not; just that he was covered in blood.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“Wait for Jolly to lure them to the river. He's not far,” Noah said.

My stomach churned when I looked back at Nick. A part of me wanted to rush the cultists and get him down, but I knew with my disabled hip I wouldn't be able to take on ten people who may or may not have something to stab me with. At least one person had to if they were going to try to sacrifice Nick.

Just then, one of the cultists brought out a small drum, starting to tap out a rhythm that was simple but loud. I could compare it to what my heartbeat felt like.

The one that was closest to Nick, who stood out amongst the others because their mask’s antlers were blood-red instead of black like the others, held up a hand. “We will now drink from the Cup of Fate,” the leader called out.

“Come on, Jolly. Any second now,” Noah hissed from behind me.

“Our words uttered into the formless void.”

“Our words uttered…” the cultists parroted back.

“Reverberate through the space between space, between space.”

The rhythmic beating of the drum and the smell of smoke was almost hypnotizing. More so than the one time I heard Jolly’s guitar playing…

“We are heard by THAT WHICH WATCHES OVER US, so it may lift one heavy, eager eye in our direction.”

“You don’t think they have the drum to dispel Jolly’s song, do you?” I whispered to Noah.

“We are heard by those who shall always be nameless—“

“Fuckin’… shit!” Noah cursed.

“—whose incorporeal arms reach for us—“

“Alright, Folio, get in there.”

“—uniting us in unbodied observance, until we are heard no—“

The chant was cut off by the sound of a long howl. The drum stopped, and when the howl faded, I could hear the sound of a guitar and a clear voice singing:

“If God came down from His kingdom; He came down from His home, and we asked Him if He would take us back, He would surely tell us no.”

Noah had warned me of Jolly's songs, which was why I brought some small ear plugs that blocked out certain frequencies. It just so happened to block out any siren-esque frequencies as well.

What they didn't block out was the absolute chaos that came next.

They didn't block out the sounds of creaking wood and snapping branches behind me as Noah shifted into his other form. They didn't block out the sounds of Folio’s paws thundering through the forest, nor his snarls. They didn’t block out the screams as some people were ripped apart by Folio’s jaws. I had to block it all out myself.

I looked up as Noah’s deformed shadow fell over me. He looked down at me through a deer’s skull, which from this angle, I could see was melded to his face. His large, glowing white eyes pierced the darkness.

GET TO NICK.

I didn't need to be told twice.

As Noah loped towards the remaining cultists, I bolted towards Nick as fast as I was able to. I almost slammed face-first into the effigy when I skidded to a stop, but I caught myself by digging my fingers into the cracks between the sticks. The carnage behind me was still unfolding, even as I heard Noah unleash an unearthly shriek. Using a small pocket knife to cut Nick’s legs free, I soon had to climb the effigy to free his wrists.

That's when I heard a small noise come from him. I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his chest rise and fall. I almost collapsed in relief. “Nick? Nick, hold on. We're gonna get you out of here,” I sputtered, moving my hand to cup the side of his face. His eyes fluttered open at the touch. They looked drained of color in the dim light.

“Hey, you’re gonna be alright, okay? I’m gonna get you out of here,” I repeated, trying to keep him conscious. “I'm gonna cut this one rope, and I'll try to catch you, but we might take a fall–"

I had cut through the rope, finally freeing him, and Nick started to slide down. I managed to catch him, but I couldn't compensate for the near-dead weight in time. As my footing slipped, I tried to catch us by grabbing onto the effigy. The wood tore my hands up. I hissed in pain, but held on for dear life; more for his and less for mine.

My feet touched the ground, followed by Nick's. Luckily he was only half a foot taller than me, because otherwise this would've gotten awkward as I wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

I searched wildly for Noah. Thankfully, he was easy to spot. I got him!! I screamed out into the ether in his direction.

GO! RUN!

Just then, a dark force barreled into me, launching me and tearing Nick from my arms. As I landed on my bad hip, a visceral scream of pain tore up my throat. In my dazed state, I barely saw the same force kick me with what seemed to be supernatural strength, as I heard bones crack as I flew several feet away and landed on my back.

“You who are empty, I shall guide your step. Lo, though you envy, envy not. Lo, though you covet, covet not.”

Despite the agonizing pain in my side, I managed to turn myself over onto my stomach. Vision spinning, I was able to find Nick, who had managed to push himself up onto his elbows. I started to pull myself toward him.

“You who are empty, I shall see through your eyes. Lo, though you toil, toil only for me. Lo, though you suffer, suffer only for me.”

A strong hand grabbed the back of my skull, tearing some of my hair out from its bun and my scalp. The pain was dulled, thanks to the adrenaline. The voice that hissed in my ear was the same voice as the leader.

“You who are empty, I shall be with you and within you. You who are empty, you shall want no longer.”

He suddenly let me go, a wave of dizziness and fog overcoming me as I collapsed back to the ground, face smashing into the hard ground. I groaned into the pavement as the adrenaline faded, and my entire left side felt like it had been scorched. I couldn’t feel my legs.

I sucked in a deep breath, though it hurt my chest to do so, and shifted my head to where my cheek was pressed against the hot asphalt. Someone’s headlights illuminated the entire crash scene, but my eyes immediately fell upon a masculine body that was several feet away, blue-gray eyes fixed on me. Eyes that pleaded for me.

I forced my body to move, even if it was just my arms. I clawed at the blacktop, my weak strength barely getting me off the street, and I barely felt the twinge as my fingernails split and broke.

YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM.

Yes, yes I could. If my stupid body would just cooperate–

YOU ARE WEAK.

Why wasn't I moving?

YOU ARE EMPTY.

No. Not this again.

My brother was dying. Again.

And I was being forced to watch. Again.

Fuck, everything hurt.

Everything was hazy as well, like the whole day was spent underwater. Nicholas tried to think of the last thing he remembered clearly. Having sex with Taylor? That was practically so ingrained into his brain, he’d never forget about that in a million years. Noah being angry and yelling at him about Taylor having sex with Taylor? Yeah, that was pretty much ingrained into him as well. Driving to his grandmother's house, going through the front door, and then… That's where his memories took a nosedive.

He practically existed in a halfway state, up until now. Small flashes of consciousness here and there was all he had. He had tried to reach out to the Woods to try and gain some energy back, but he couldn’t, so whoever had him must've drugged him or bound his inner power. He felt like a battery whose insides were slowly leaking.

Except he could sense a little spark he couldn't quite reach.

It was like it only existed in the corner of Nicholas’ vision; whenever he would look directly at it, it would disappear. When he looked away, it would appear again. It felt familiar, the little golden light, like it was a friend—

Oh, that's what it was. The fact that they were still holding onto it was surprising to him. Maybe they did share the same feelings after all.

He had coaxed the little spark closer and closer, weaving his practice into suggestions that would lead them to him, until he could almost touch it. Except when was right in front of him, he couldn't. Why couldn't he take it? It was his, after all.

“--? Nick, hold on.”

With the sound of a familiar voice, Nicholas roused to a state of semi-consciousness, but that meant the spark vanished, leaving him in the dark once again. Except now he could feel. And everything hurt.

He felt his body let out a small noise of pain. “Hey, you're gonna be alright.” A warm hand touched his face, and he was so shocked at the feeling of something not painful that his eyes slowly opened. His vision took awhile to clear up while a slightly feminine voice kept speaking. Large brown eyes swam into view. Noah?

No, Taylor. “I'm gonna cut this one rope, and I'll try to catch you, but we might take a fall–”

He couldn't hear the rest because he was too focused on the feeling of gravity pulling him down. It quickly stopped, but not before someone let out a noise of pain. He then felt his feet touch solid ground, and Taylor took all of his weight onto themselves.

Except then he was flying again - no, falling. Everything hurt more when Nicholas felt his body connect with a hard surface, almost knocking him out again, but that darkness went away when an ear piercing shriek roused him more to consciousness.

Taylor. Taylor was hurt.

Nicholas pushed himself up and looked through the curtain of his tangled and bloody hair. He managed to see Taylor, saw their eyes connect with his, until a shadow descended over them. All he saw of their attacker was blood-red antlers, and his heart dropped.

He screamed in pain and terror and anger as he launched to his feet. He managed to land a swing despite being drunk on pain and blood loss. The figure, this new leader of the cult, stumbled backwards, and then a long, branch-like arm snagged him and threw him further away.

Nicholas fell to his knees next to Taylor. “Tay?” he shouted, rolling them over. “Taylor!” Their brown eyes were wide, unseeing, but he could feel their pulse beating frantically under his fingers. They would jerk and moan occasionally, like they were experiencing a nightmare. They were under some malediction.

“Maledictions are just what we call dark practice,” Granny had told Nicholas several years ago, when he was just starting to learn the practice. “These are mostly spells that are used to hurt people, like a curse or what ordinary people might call a hex.”

Nicholas looked up at the sound of a roar that used to haunt his nightmares.

Despite facing two paranormal entities, the cult leader was somehow still standing. It was almost like watching the fight between Noah and the Black Stag all those years ago. But that meant there was only one way to defeat the Stag, if he really was possessing the cult leader. Just like last time.

And to save Taylor from the Hollowing, he’d have to kill the Vessel the only way he could.

“That sounds intense,” Nicholas had replied that night with Granny. “Have you ever done a dark spell like this?”

“No,” Granny had replied, “they can steal something from the practitioner. You might not even feel it, but the malediction can take something from you. The darker the malediction, the bigger the sacrifice.”

Using what little of his inner power he had left, Nicholas scooped a handful of dirt and rubbed it between his palms. “Come denizens of the dark earth, banish the evil and let it be no more,” he muttered into his hands. He then ran and jumped onto the Vessel’s back, earning a surprised, unearthly shriek. He wrapped his hands around the man’s throat, digging his now-black fingers into the soft flesh.

YOU CANNOT KILL US.

“No, but we can stop you. And we’ll keep stopping you from coming back, again and again, until you finally give up,” Nicholas hissed into the Vessel’s ear.

WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP, FOR WE ARE THE VERY BEST AT WAITING.

“Then you can wait in Hell, motherfucker.”

Nicholas squeezed his fingers tighter around the Vessel's throat, speaking the spell he had learned those several years ago, despite being warned of the consequences. “May the righteous triumph over he who walks the untrue path. With this sacrifice, I bind your suffering. May you eternally wither.”

And under Nicholas’ fingers, the cult leader began to rot away, until nothing was left except the wet slap of skin and bone hitting the ground.

Nicholas looked up at Noah, who was shifting into his humanoid form. He could hear Folio limping towards them, and could hear Jolly’s song fading, meaning that they were all okay. All his family was safe.

He turned to look at Taylor, who was stirring to life. Nicholas let go of the cloak, breathing out a sigh of relief as the last scraps of his essence slipped away.

And everything went black.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

[magicalbats]

Also since there HAS been so much content coming out I thought it might be fun to do a bit of a recap on everything and share some of my thoughts! I know there are at least a few people who read my fics without playing the source material or really having much baseline info on the characters before going into it (and you guys are incredibly special to me, rest assured 🫶🥺) so I figured this might be a nice way to do some little introductions!

Sticking this behind a cut so anyone who doesn’t want to see me rambling can easily skip over this post lol

In an attempt to keep things somewhat chronological, I’m going to start with the drip marketing for these two. Iirc they were officially announced one day apart, back to back, and I saw multiple people making angel/devil comparisons with them which really tickled me. 🤭

I’ll talk about Sunday first since he’s by far the character we’ve known the longest and man what a wait this has been. We met him in 2.0 and he is finally going to be playable in 2.7, and in a lot of ways it almost feels surreal that we’ve finally made it to this point. Genuinely it’s been such a bumpy, perilous ride with him. For a good moment there I wasn’t even sure if he was going to make it out alive or not, then I wasn’t sure if he was going to be playable, then leakers were saying he would be joining the Stellaron Hunters and then it was actually wait, he’ll join the Astral Express instead, and then he was getting a new outfit and for a second there it even looked like he might end up getting a new VA too. 🤣 When I tell you this man has had me STRESSED this entire time.

Luckily there is finally light at the end of the tunnel though, and I’m honestly so, so happy with how his playable look turned out! My silly little guy with his youth pastor drip 🙏🥹 He’s honestly my second favorite character in HSR right after Sampo, and I know that probably sounds bizarre for how different they are but look. I’m a woman with a refined, complicated palette okay? xmdkdmdkzk There really isn’t anything at all I don’t like about this man, he’s a little crazy but he’s also soggy and a bit pathetic at the same time, I’m sure you can see why he’s like crack cocaine to me. And the fact we’ll get to travel with him from now on … the fics really do just write themselves.

And that’s not even mentioning the religious trauma, god. I need him more than I can even put into words. Please let me win this 50/50 in a few weeks, I am begging. 🙏 😭

For Ororon I didn’t have that same immediate click with him when we got our first glimpse in the 5.0 Natlan trailer. He barely showed up for five seconds which didn’t help but he was also presented in a very mysterious, brooding kind of way that just didn’t lunge out at me. But the one thing I will always give Mihoyo credit for is they’re very good at layering different personality traits on their characters to make them not so one note. With that in mind I wanted to meet him first before drawing any definitive conclusions on whether or not I liked him.

And I am SO glad I did because he truly subverted every single expectation I think everyone had just based on that initial impression. Not only is he NOT an edge lord of the highest order, he also turned out to be one of the sweetest, cutest characters I’ve ever seen. 😭 He’s just a little guy, your honor. Please do not bully him.

He’s confirmed to be in his early 20’s but he has this very innocent, guileless manner about him that makes him feel indescribably boyish in the most charming way possible. He’s also a grandmas boy, and he calls anyone who he perceives to be older than him granny or gramps. I have some thoughts about him calling us mommy, either accidentally or on purpose … and other thoughts about him using the vegetables from his quaint little garden in less then wholesome ways. 😏 Like, guys. He loves animals, feeds squirrels, raises aphids, and he’s got his own little cottage core farm away from the rest of his village. I don’t think you understand what he’s doing to me.

With his release in game and access to his full bio we’ve also learned that he has a talent for art on top of everything else and look, I’m just saying but he might actually be perfect.

What are we looking at here, you may ask? Ororon’s art, that’s what. 😤

I was very pleased to learn that we actually do have another male character coming up in the Natlan lineup at SOME point in time, but this is the one and only look at him we’ve got so far. His name is Ifa and he’s a veterinarian, and also seems to be Ororon’s bff. I don’t have much else on him yet but we know he exists so I figured I’d mention him. For posterity if nothing else. lol

I fully admit knowing he’s a veterinarian is like having a fast pass into my pants. I love animals so if a man also loves animals there’s not really much else I can do other than fuck him, you know what I mean? 🤣 I’m very curious to find out how accurate the drawing of him is, so I’m really hoping we get to see some visual leaks coming out soon.

I’m also going to take a quick moment to talk about Mr. Reca too. Now, he doesn’t have drip marketing yet but he did appear in version 2.6 in the main storyline and wow, he was such a blast. Definitely a bit unhinged like his lightcone art suggests but in such a fun, mostly harmless way that I can’t help but stan. Also he’s a girl dad to a mechanical frog who acts as his assistant director? Good lord …

Indeed he is a little film nerd freak and also a Memokeeper, we don’t know much else about him just yet but I want to assure everyone here that as soon as I got my first glimpse of him I was looking so incredibly hard and I have not stopped looking once. He resembles Zhongli imo, if he was less unflappable and more prone to whimsy. I like that. A lot. 😏

“We can shoot a movie, we can bang like Rambo 🎶 “

We knew for sure Lighter was coming pretty early on into 1.2 when Caesar and Burnice got their banners so his drip marketing didn’t come as a surprise and he also has the esteemed honor of being the FIRST ever limited male 5 star in ZZZ, and yes it feels like a long time coming even though the game is only a few months old now. ✋😩 All the other men are either 4 stars or standard 5’s so I was more than likely going to pull for him no matter what. Out of desperation, and to show support for the men, even if he ended up not being to my taste.

For better or worse though, he actually turned out to be an amazing character and I fear I am very smitten with him. He’s just so cool and hard boiled, but also a little silly? A little goofy? And man, I don’t want to take up a bunch of time waxing poetic about this, but the fact he’s the only guy in the Sons of Calydon that we know about, surrounded by all women, and he is not the least bit threatened by it just really does something to my brain. Like, I unfortunately can’t add the picture due to Tumblrs image limit but his drip marketing has a little shot of him buying stuff for the girls — makeup and fashion magazines, stuffed animals and snacks and like … that’s real masculinity right there. I can’t decide if he’s like a dad or a big brother to them, but either way I am HERE for it.

I’m genuinely confident beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would have no problem at all buying tampons/pads for you, and I also think he’d be perfectly respectful about it too. He’d ask what brand you prefer, what size and what type, and he’d make sure he came back with exactly that even if he had to traverse a hollow completely blind to get it. I’d bet everything I own on that. I like him a lot. 😌

His banner will be available this coming Tuesday and I am unfortunately going into it on a 50/50, no guarantee, so please pray for my success. djemfkxksmwkw

So remember when I said Mihoyo is good at layering different personality traits on their characters? Yeah, so Harumasa is another great example of that.

When we first met him I (and I think many others too) kind of got the impression that he was a smooth talking playboy type and I even called him a fuck boy on multiple occasions. 🤣 But at the start of 1.3 in Yanagi’s story quest we actually got to see him interacting with his fangirls and he was not feeling it at all so I now suspect that he probably only flirts when it’s beneficial to him, specifically so he can fall back on his good looks to get by and put in less work than everyone else. He understands what pretty privilege is and he intends to use it to his advantage. lol

I actually think he ended up being a very charming character now that weve gotten to see more of him. He’s chronically tired and maybe just a bit lazy, doesn’t like hard work or long days, calls out sick often and looks for any excuse to leave work early. He’s INCREDIBLY relatable tbh. 🤣 Based on a few brief pieces of dialogue in Yanagi’s story I’d started to suspect he might actually be for real sickly in some way but then we got a leaked image of his weapon …. And it’s literally just a pill case full of medicine. So although I don’t yet know all the details I have to say Harumasa has really grown on me since his first introduction where I mistook him for some kind of womanizer. lol And this is exactly why I like to wait and actually get to know Mihoyo’s characters before deciding whether or not I like them, they’re just so incredibly good at layering them together in a way that imo makes them feel more tangible and alive. I genuinely can’t wait to see more of him in the near future!

Gonna go ahead and just toss WuWa right here, this won’t take too long seeing as there’s only one new male announced so far! 🤪 And look, I’m going to be completely honest here. Kuro Games is really pissing me off with this because we still have not seen hide nor tail of Scar since 1.0. Let me say that again. 1.0!! It’s been MONTHS that he’s just been rotting away in jail, let him out already you sick bastards! I want him!! I need him!!

Now Brant … I literally know nothing about him aside from his appearance and his name. He was just revealed the night before last so this is literally all we’ve got atm. But I will say I think he’s real cute and I definitely think I’m going to like him a lot. It took me a while to figure out what he’s reminding me of and then it suddenly clicked that his silly little cape looks a bit like Howl’s Moving Castle, doesn’t it? I’ve never seen the Ghibli film before, just screenshots, so I’m not sure what Howl is like or how that might potentially play into Brant’s characterization but I thought that was an interesting possible connection.

I especially like the deep plunge in his shirt, that shit goes almost straight down to his pants. He might be a little slutty. 😏 And the obvious pirate motifs paired with the harlequin mask on his hip. I am definitely looking. Disrespectfully, I might add. Eager to learn more about this one tbh.

And finally we have the big HSR reveal from the livestream on Friday. 🤭 I was ofc hoping for a preview of the next planet we’ll be going to since version 2.7 will be the last update before 3.0 but I wasn’t even remotely prepared for the trailer that dropped. Three men feels like a HUGE win so yes we are definitely celebrating this one.

Much like Brant all we’ve got so far are faces and names so I won’t be able to talk too extensively about these characters unfortunately. As for my initial impressions though I will say that Anaxa has my attention the most right now. I like the eyepatch and his long hair tied in a loose ponytail over his shoulder, and just his entire general vibe. He definitely seems to be my type and for the moment he’s the one I’m most looking forward to meeting.

Mydei is next in line for me, he looks like he might be a hot blooded masculine type and in fact I’m almost reminded of Itto a bit. I think? He might be equivalent to the god of war, Ares or Mars, so he should be an interesting one.

Phainon is definitely attractive but I think he looks a bit too much like Ayato for me to get super excited for him right off the bat. I don’t dislike Ayato, mind you, but his personality just doesn’t do much for me overall — so I’m tentatively looking forward to actually meeting this guy and seeing how he is in person. All of these characters seem to be alternate versions of ones from Honkai Impact the 3rd which I know close to nothing about but based on what I’ve heard Phainon should be a Kevin expy and I think he’s pretty important? I expect he’ll probably get the characterization to match tbh so I’m choosing to trust the process for now.

And that about wraps it up!

I will say if nothing else, this has taught me that if you’re someone who enjoys male characters the key here is to play multiple games at the same time to get your fill. 🤣 Because individually other than HSR they’re really just giving us crumbs one at a time. Like going into Natlan we truly only had two confirmed boys and maybe Capitano further down the line to look forward to, the rest were all girls. But when I put them all together like this we’ve suddenly got ten men to talk about, and tbh that’s really giving me the pick me up I needed. alsmfcosmszk

So, if anyone’s stuck with me this long, what are your thoughts on these characters? Who’s your favorite and who are you most looking forward to? Are any non players thinking about picking up one of these games? Feel free to share any of your thoughts with me, my inbox is always open! 🫶😊

And of course happy thirsting everyone!

[shitslikethis]

shoutout to whichever mutual was blogging about hazbin hotel bcus this is the absolute best. do you wish the gravity falls kids had been allowed to say fuck? they’ve got you covered! wishing someone would animate tboy swag in the style of kim possible with the drip of a 1930’s gangster femme fatale? we’ve got that too! the devils daughter is a musical theatre fan, the bartender is asexual, and the television is onceler coded. the transatlantic radio broadcaster voice is sentient (and haunting you, probably). it’s episode 4 and they’re arguing over whether or not porn is art. also, stephanie beatriz is here. the writers all have religious trauma and the animators are all furries.

[wanna-b-poet31]

remember how I'll Follow You Into the Dark was on Aziraphale's playlist and we all lost our minds because it was dripping in religious trauma and fear, but then Season 2 happened and everyone forgot that Aziraphale would literally follow Crowley anywhere, and defend them from anyone, but this time he's got to be the one to go alone first?

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 24 - Como Te Quiero Yo

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

18+!! | 3kish Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?/Angst/Smut | AU/AT | THE FINALE (until the imminent sequel because I'm not done here)

Tagging for update: @ahookedheroespureheart

Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, the effects of this in adulthood. Smut, oral sex (f receiving), smut mention, OC experiencing body dysmorphia, maybe some typos, some fluff towards the end.

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list - Official Chapter Playlist (spotify)

"I want you constantly, eternally, unconditionally 'Cause we got issues, everyone does Si no hay drama no hay amor But lately, I just wanna make love I don't wanna fight, can we make up?" -"Como Te Quiero Yo" by Kali Uchis

Simone never realized how much she took movement for granted until she could barely move her legs. Once she got them going again, however, she started taking long walks every morning. It was nice to get out, clear her head, get her blood flowing, and enjoy the sun and fresh air. 

Often she went with a hoodie on and long sweatpants, the warmer weather not agreeing with the wardrobe choice much, but it was the only way she was genuinely comfortable being out of the apartment now. Everything about herself seemed worse through her own eyes these days. 

To nobody's surprise, Marc was the only person with an issue with Simone's morning walks, regardless of attire. He would pretend to be asleep when she left the moment the sun would peek through the sky, and he would wait until she came back, afraid that she would get snatched up again. Of course, this thought frequented Simone's mind, but she doubted anyone would likely take her. 

Simone would return to Marc's and shower at the end of each walk. Joyce had started joking about her practically living there these days, only really showing her face around the place they shared together to water the houseplants while Joyce was working. Though the intention wasn't to move in, it occurred to them that it was a valid option. 

This morning's walk route had Simone walk past her office building. Seeing the place and familiar faces walk in and out caused her incredible heartache and made her long for work again. 

How much time off is too much? She thought to herself as she finally turned around to go home.

"You know, I think I'm ready to go back to work," Simone called out from the shower. Under the hot warmer and steam was when she thought things through best. Marc was standing at the sink in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, shaving as clean as he could, to the chagrin of Jake, who insisted they should grow a mustache. 

"If that's what you think, you know I'm gonna say go for it." He called back out to her in response as he shook the safety razor in the water-filled basin to dislodge the short dark hairs. 

What he said was only partly true, as he wanted Simone out of his sight as little as possible. The only reason he stopped griping about the walks was because she would go crazy if she had to sit around all day. 

The idea of returning to work was exciting, like the prospect of seeing an old friend again. Simone knew it wouldn't come easy, but there was no debating that it would be better for her. 

Marc heard the shower turn off as he ran the razor down his neck, the sound of the stubble being cut much louder now that the water wasn't running anymore. He dunked the razor back into the sudsy water and watched Simone swiftly rip open the shower curtain to reveal her nude, dripping form. He admired her momentarily, rolling his eyes over each curve and mound before handing her a clean towel from the rack to his side.

Even though he marveled at her, Simone couldn't help but feel self-conscious of the ever-prominent scars that littered her skin. Marc paid little mind to them, arguing that they made her look more badass while they were all Simone ever saw in herself these days. Dark, jagged tiger stripes that told everyone to stare at her.

She took the light blue towel and flipped her hair to her right shoulder, dabbing out the excess water as she became hyperaware of the markings and immediately wanted to cover her body. "Maybe not, though." She concluded from her previous point before wrapping the towel over her shoulders like a cape. 

"Why'd you say that?" Marc asked, confused by the sudden change in her mind as he returned to shaving. Simone stepped behind him to frame herself in the mirror, bare feet padding against the tile floor. His eyes flicked between her and his concentration on not slicing himself open.

"I guess I'm afraid to scare my patients away." She admitted, peering into the sliver of the pane that she could see her face in, fingering over the rough tissue that was once the soft flesh of her left cheek.

I would scare children on the street if I wasn't covered all the time. She thought to herself, feeling her eyes and sinuses sting. Never in her life did she imagine she would end up so caught up in her appearance. That was before she had disfigurement to worry about. 

In many ways, she felt guilty for being so vain. If she spotted another woman with this issue or worse, she would find them incredibly beautiful and strong. Why couldn't she accept that in herself? 

"Maybe I should find a new line of work." 

"Don't say that," Marc said softly, dropping the razor into the sink and turning to the soaking-wet woman he loved. He hated that doctor for getting her hopes up and telling her she wouldn't have scars like this. "You're good at what you do." He attempted to reassure her. His hands grasped her terrycloth-clad shoulders and rubbed his thumbs over her collarbones. Simone wanted to believe him so bad.

"Look at me, Marc. I look like an old cutting board." 

"A few scars won't matter; if you're afraid they will, maybe find a new focus instead of a new career." 

Simone heard him loud and clear but didn't feel the words in her heart.

What you have are a few scars. She thought as she brought her hand to his bare chest, tracing her fingertip over the puckered skin left from combat. I'm just not as strong as you are. 

You have no idea how crazy I am for you. Marc thought as her touch and tender eyes made lust roar in his gut. He had been a bit more restrained with her as she's healed, afraid to be too rough with her. Though the idea made him twitch, he hated to see the frightened look in her eye she used to have. 

"I'll think about it." Simone finally responded. Her palm rested on his chest, feeling the dull thump of his heart. 

"Maybe that's the problem," Marc replied, placing his hand under her chin to tilt her head up to look at him while the other hand met the small of her back. "Maybe you're overthinking, baby."

Simone knew what he was getting at and bit her lip, thinking he would finally give her what she wanted. As much as she loved that he could be gentle, she didn't like that he treated her like she was broken. She wanted things to be normal again. Her eyes darted to a glob of shaving cream that resided on his jawline, and she smirked,

"Though I would agree, you need to clean up first." 

This confused Marc for a moment before he remembered what he was doing before, turning around and spotting the white patch. He caught Simone in the mirror again, trying to hold back giggles. 

"Fair enough. I'll finish up here. You take your fine ass to bed and wait for me."

Simone did just that, laying on her back in nothing but the towel, staring up at the ceiling. The sound of the tap whooshed in her ears as her anticipation grew, and it heightened once the water was turned off. Her head rolled over to watch the shirtless man with a now baby-smooth face step toward her. 

While Marc's head flooded with images of the filthy things they used to do together, his heart ached. 

She's been through so much. He thought as he pulled the damp towel off her, exposing her to him before joining her on the bed. "You are-" He wasted no time meeting his mouth with hers, completely cutting himself off to run his tongue over her freshly brushed teeth. His body rolled on top of her, snuggly meeting his clothed middle between her legs. 

"-Gorgeous." Marc finally finished his sentence in the form of a breath spoken into Simone's lips. The comment warmed her cheeks before he trailed wet and urgent kisses down her jawline as he used a hand to roam her soft, slick folds. Quiet, breathy moans spilled through her teeth like she wanted to hold them back as he rubbed slow circles with his middle finger.

He kissed down her neck, to her breasts and the valley between them, admiring every inch of her while snaking down her body. It was soft and sensual, but judging by the direction he was heading, Simone had no reason to complain for the time being. 

When Marc reached her center, he went to work immediately, slowly sliding his tongue up her slit. Her legs twitched when his tastebuds grazed the sensitive area, giving him the confidence to move forward and roll his tongue over her eagerly by starting with the curly letters in the alphabet that she enjoyed the most.

Soft whimpers flowed into Marc's ears like the sweetest songs that were only slightly muffled by squeezing of her plush thighs over his ears. Her fingers locked into his hair, grabbing for whatever she could to brace herself. 

Without stopping, he inserted the middle finger of his right hand into her, pushing upward slowly on her favorite spot. This caused Simone to wince with pleasure and inch closer to completion the more he toiled on her most sensitive areas. 

She started to rock her hips along his tongue and finger, helping things along as the fire grew in her belly. She threw her head deeper into the pillow under her as she unraveled. 

"F-fuck!" Simone groaned as her walls squeezed around his fingers, and sweet nectar leaked out of her. She arched her back painfully off of the bed while he relented, working on finishing out that blinding moment until she started to twitch and writhe from the sensitivity. 

Simone's chest fell heavily with each scattered breath as Marc crawled back up her body. She silently hoped he would be reckless with her like before, but once he started placing gentle kissing around her chest again, she knew he wouldn't be. 

I'll take matters into my own hands. She thought in her frustration. Marc was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn't notice he was being rolled over until she was on top of him. The back of his head sank into the mattress as he entered the position he wasn't familiar with. He put his hands on her hips, intending to turn things back around.

"Moni, bab-" He was swiftly cut off by her grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. She was offended by his insistence on being delicate with her.

"You..." Simone started, wanting to call him an asshole.

Don't call him anything too mean.

"-Goober!" The word left her lips before she could come up with something better. 

Marc stared up at the woman with confusion before his bewilderment turned into hilarity. "What did you just call me?" He asked, trying everything he could to hold back an eruption of laughter. "Goober? I'm a goober now?"

A huff escaped Simone's throat as she realized how ridiculous this looked. "I don't know! I'm just-" The words were drowned out by the chuckles he failed to contain. There was something about her being naked and saying that word that was so out of place it tickled him. 

Simone threw her head forward into his chest and buried her face behind her damp hair with a groan. The deep giggles vibrated against her from his ribcage, and if she hadn't been so touchy, she might have laughed also. 

"Okay, I think I'm done." He said as his humor started to die down. "What's wrong?"

She sat back on top of him, her mouth downturned and clearly more upset than he thought. "I just wanna be normal, babe."

"Are you not normal?"

"This-" She gestured to him with both hands, palms turned upward. "This sweet and gentle stuff isn't normal! Not our normal! I'm not delicate or broken, so don't treat me like it!"

The thought hadn't crossed Marc's mind before that his perception of her affected how she saw herself. He wanted to make her feel beautiful and unique, but never once did he realize he had done that just fine before, how they used to do things. 

He pondered an apology for a moment before it occurred to him that he had just gotten the most plain-as-day invitation to fuck Moni as rough as he pleased. He skipped the apology and, instead, flipped her onto her stomach. 

Once their escapades concluded, Simone sat in the rolling office chair with a bowl of cereal and flicked the TV on. She only wore her oversized Hawks tee, and her bare legs were curled to her chest, feet planted into the old cushion while the news played. After the police teased her about not watching the news, she tuned in when possible. A reel played that showed a white figure with a hood on CCTV footage beating the piss out of some brutes, calling him an "unknown masked superhuman."

"I see you've been busier than I thought, Bronx." She spoke up between bites, knowing her Jakers was responsible and in no way unknown to her, while the brutes were likely the goons of some other deity with whom the bird has beef.

Jake looked at the TV curiously from the bed, realizing he didn't notice security cameras in the area the night before. "Yeah, not much that needs savin' around here, but I guess I still managed to get some attention." He replied. Simone placed the cold ceramic bowl on her knees as she chewed the spoonful of flakey cereal, only swallowing half before she responded,

"The real vigilante playground is New York." 

The sound of her speaking through a partially full mouth made the corner of his lips tick upward while a small chuckle pushed through his throat. It made him realize how he would have hated it if something had happened to her before they got to her. He would have never gotten to keep her close and watch her be comfortable with him like this. "S'Right, hermosa." He said, forcing himself off of the bed. 

Upon swallowing her last bite, she added to her point. "I imagine that Spider-guy and even Captain America have seen some shit around there. Enough to make you need therapy." She joked. From the corner of her eye, she watched Jake put his sweats back on and stagger over. He bent down to her and touched his lips to her head to stamp a small kiss.

"Lástima que no te tienen." He said into her hair before continuing in the direction of the kitchen, telling her that it was too bad they didn't have her. What Marc said just hours before replayed in her head: 

Maybe find a new focus instead of a new career. 

The office chair quietly squeaked as it turned in the direction Jake walked until he came to a complete stop, seeming to think the same thing she thought almost immediately. 

A superhuman specialty! 

"What if they did?" She asked, roughly slapping her feet to the hard floors as she stood and placed the bowl on the seat. Jake pivoted around, but Marc interrupted. 

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Moni."

"I'm already there! Think about it!"

"I am, and uprooting your life out of the blue doesn't sound like the best solution. Especially after-"

"I think there's no better time. I don't have patients right now, Joyce is cycling me off the lease, and I'm not on yours yet, and you have to re-up in- What? A month? C'mon!"

There was a sparkle in Simone's eyes that Marc hadn't seen since before the incident with Walton. He couldn't help but feel like she was jumping into this idea impulsively, based on what? An off-comment from Lockley? Still, she looked at him for acceptance. 

Sadly, Marc wasn't sure if he could provide that. Not with how constantly worried he is for her. 

"We can talk about it, love." Steven decided to step up in Marc's silence. He took her face into his hands as the glimmer slightly dimmed. "It's not a no, but we can look into it. Do research, figure it out before we jump in head-first, yeah?"

Simone nodded slightly and gave him a heart-hearted grin to match his half-agreement before she was pulled into his chest. He knew there was nothing they could do now to get the idea off her mind, so the only option was to be supportive. 

Steven would follow her to the ends of the Earth if he had to, and he knew Marc and Jake would agree.

After that, Simone couldn't get the thought out of her head and made Steven sit with her while they looked into every facet of it on her laptop. They both lay on their stomachs with the screen in front of them, Steven with his little reading glasses on to better see what Simone would read aloud. 

Once she figured out how much the excursion would cost, what they would have to do, and even the tiny details, she stared at him again with wide, glowing eyes for approval. 

Before Steven could say a word, positive or negative, about the idea, a voice boomed from the corner of the room.

"Accept, fool. We will do better to protect the travelers of the night in New York."

The baritone shook Steven to his core, and though Khonshu was Jake's business, he remembered what was said back when they were first acquainted. 

He suspects Seth has an avatar here on Earth and is plottin' something big. Like, full-scale invasion, big.

"Yeah, it's quite possible, darling," Steven uttered, trying to hide the hesitation in his voice. To Simone, it sounded like support, and in response, she started kiss-attacking him all over his face. 

"You-" kiss. "Are sucha-" kiss. "Fuckin'-" kiss. "Sweetheart."

The affection caused a bright rouge to rise over him and an uncontrollable grin to plaster the lower half. 

"Good, Grant. You're smarter than I thought!" The voice boomed again, nearly startling him at the mention of his surname. His blood would have run cold if his face wasn't so hot. 

"Anything for you," Steven said. 

[jellogram]

Look I'm not super into remakes but Children of the Corn absolutely needs one. That film completely butchered the book and I think in today's climate where criticizing religious extremism isn't a fringe opinion, it could totally get the interpretation it deserves. And they could also fix that bullshit ending they tacked onto the original film to avoid being too dark.

Like, the book is about how teaching children to be religious extremists when they can't understand the concepts is fundamentally dangerous. It's about childhood trauma and naivety and the brutality that kids are capable of. The ending is grotesque and shocking and dripping in Christian symbolism.

The movie is about Scary Little Kids Bad.

I feel like if someone like Robert Eggers or Ari Aster got ahold of it, they could make a really gripping and fucked up masterpiece. Maybe Clive Barker. Or Ti West if they wanted to lean into the violence. The OG director was more of a B-movie guy and Children of the Corn is not a B-movie concept. Come on Hollywood you can do this.

[sillylittlevulpine]

I have... I have additional things to say on top of agreeing wholeheartedly with all your previous statements.

- This Man is always up to something. Always two steps ahead of everyone else. Full of mischief. He's gonna use this against you. For fun...

- His flamboyant nature. Like holy shit.

-You know for a fact if he wanted to, he could flirt with and fluster any person he came across. He's a people reader of course he can

- His way of speaking. He tends to sound so poetic and other times incredibly Sarcastic and condescending

-His Daemon form makes him ten times sexier

- One of those people that's super hot when he's angry. Enough said.

- He's always several steps ahead, and a wild card. You can't tell me he wouldn't be fun to be in a relationship with. He's always gonna find something to do to catch you off guard

- If you're dating him, No one's gonna dare touch you, let alone glance in your direction. Pretty good sense of safety right there

- This man has so many sides, and there's so much depth to his personality.

- He strikes me as a deeply philosophical man. Conversations with him are gonna be deep, real, and intelligent. I want to hear everything he has to say. And then some

- He's got a really soft side, though it isn't shown much anymore. His anger is a result of not only his pain, but the pain of so many others that he really wishes he could help. I find this incredibly beautiful

- You mentioned his humor, but like I'd like to go in depth with the fact that it's either dark or dirty 90% of the time. A little eccentric. Nice nice

- His expressiveness in his face alone. Let alone the body language. He feels emotions and he feels them very deeply.

- He seems like he doesn't hold back with intimidating and messing with people, but we KNOW he can do much worse.

- There's no way of telling what is actually going through his head, so along with the fact that he's already good at catching people off guard, and being mischievous, if he doesn't want you to see what's coming, you won't. And if he wants you to be suspicious but not catch on, oh he can do that, too.

- Dark Jesus part of him speaks to my religious trauma

- He reads people, we established this. And that's just knowing them for a few moments. If you spark his interest he's going to figure you out and get to know you on such a deep and intimate level. I could definitely appreciate that sort of closeness with someone

- This one isn't as deep, but like, his love for automobiles is just cute, ok?? I LOVE his rest stop on the DLC

- He's super confident all of the time. Makes him charismatic. You'll have complete trust in what he's saying. Even when you maybe shouldn't...

- He acts like he doesn't have a single fuck to give. It's incredibly hard to get to him. I find it scary and endearing all at the same time.

- He's terrifying and intimidating, this one was mentioned, but hold on, let me explain. This Man is incredibly dangerous. If not the most dangerous man in all of Eos. Other than End game Noctis, if he takes interest in you, well you're fucked, there is not a single soul that can help you.

- I can appreciate a man that dresses in several layers. I too am a person that dresses in several layers of clothing. I like that sense of style.

- Ok, I'mma restate a previous point again. But his voice was literally the first thing that drew me to his character. He sounds like an Angel and a Devil at the same time. You can hear his ill intent dripping from his voice regardless of what scene he's in. But his voice is also incredibly beautiful to listen to. Like poisoned honey.

- Just gonna end off saying, feel like I'd love the thrill that would come from just being in this man's presence, being in a relationship or not. He would keep you on high alert, but like that's the fun part.

But also keep this man behind a screen and so so far away from me. He's not a person that I would pursue irl. But I think I'll continue to drool over him through my phone screen anyways. 😳

Why are you obsessed with Ardyn Izunia? Where did the fixation come from?

He's handsome in a tired AF way

I love his hair and how unkempt it is (men with long hair in general just HMFF for me)

I love his eyes and the glint of mischievousness behind them

His Voice (TM) does things to me

He intimidates the fuck out of me but in a "mark me down as scared and horny" way

I love his humor and wit

He's 2,000 years old and looks like he just rolled out of bed

He dresses like a pimp that rummaged through a dumpster

Probably would snap me in half like a glowstick but I'd thank him for it

Lot of shit with him is relatable to irl stuff

I love his Dark!Jesus phase

He's...just fucking pretty???

Most importantly, I'm 30 years old. I'm tired. A bitch can dream.

[fastlikealambo]

link to chapter one.

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 2

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence, gore,  religious trauma, soft dom! eddie,  praise kink, smut to end all smut,  hawkins indiana is a warning to me. minors dni

two chapters in one day who is she

“ If you let Daddy clean your cuts, you can have one brownie after dinner.”

“Two brownies and a cookie.”

“How about one brownie and a cookie but Daddy gets half the cookie?”

They had been at this for an hour but at last his mischievous daughter had finally claimed victory, distracted by cartoons as he painlessly lifted the band-aids up. It had only been a few hours, they didn’t need to be changed but he couldn’t help but worry, catching a glimpse of his own scars that still managed to peek out over the copious amount of ink he got to cover them.

Even years later, he still dreamed of drowning in his own blood, a small fraction of the horrors he went through all those years ago.

A sigh of relief went through him as Rosie’s cuts were minor and not dripping with radioactive ooze so with a kiss on the top of her head, Eddie went to start on dinner while Rosie, no longer entertained by cartoons, recounting the events of the day.

“The birds were so big and scary but Miss wasn’t scared so I wasn’t scared.”

“I bet you she was really brave, just like you princess. You wanna help set the table?”  Eddie asked his grinning daughter who happily began to pull cups and plates from the cupboard.

As he cooked, his mind went to her, the absolute work of art he met mere hours ago and almost accidentally copped a feel. She couldn’t have been in Hawkins long due to the mere fact that she smiled at him instead of shitting a brick at the sight of the town freak, even now.

“She’s so nice but she doesn’t wear any rings like you do daddy.”

Ah, so she wasn’t married.

Get it together man.

“ Do you think the birds will be okay? Their tails looked hurt.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, sometimes birds get confused.” He reassured the kid who had much more compassion for something that tried to kill her than he did.

“Even the birdie with teeth?”

Eddie put the pot of spaghetti down and looked at his daughter.

No, there’s no way.

“What do you mean with teeth, Rosie? What kind of teeth?” He asked, crouching down to his daughter’s level.

“One of the birds had big sharp teeth and no eyes. I could see it in my cubby but nobody else could. Did I do something wrong Daddy?” She asked, reading the horror on his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.

“ You didn’t do anything wrong, munchkin, not one thing. Come on, let’s get you something to eat, huh? Then you have all the brownies your heart desires.”  He said, carrying her to the dinner table, desperately trying to hide his shaking hands.

This couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

Not his baby girl.

You got home late, hands fumbling to shove the many locks in place, the day leaving you exhausted.

But there wasn’t any time to waste, your pills had worn off 10 minutes ago and you knew what was coming.  There was barely enough time to close the blinds and check the makeshift soundproofing of your sparse apartment before the pain took over you.

Mama said your god given powers were like a wildfire if they weren’t in use.

She also said you’d never make it on your own but here you were.

You didn’t make it to the bed this time, curling up on the cold floor with a pained wild scream as your power expelled itself from you, shattering glasses, two windows, and  the bathroom mirror for the third time since you moved in.

A normal life had a price and this was it.

As you struggled to stay conscious in your home, Eddie finished dinner and put his daughter to bed in his.

Neither of you noticed the flickering lights nor heard the scream of a child being ripped from your world to another.

It was starting again.