#had a lot of fun doing the reflections in the fork

[gelatinous-globster]

art I did inspired by my own fic, "Nega-Globby's Foray Into Olives." hadn't drawn Nega-Globby in a finished digital piece before, so opted for something fun!

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IN WHICH YOU GO CAMPING! | The Bear —[Summer Writings]

A/N: i haven’t done some somewhat lengthy preferences in a while and I miss it. They’re direct and quick which is why I like reading them as much as I like writing them lol. I think I’ll blame the caffeine (and gorgeous weather) for dropping two works in a week but I’m also excited for season three so there’s many reasons for this! Hope you guys like 🖤

WARNINGS: language & feels?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

SYDNEY: when you brought up the idea of going camping (staying in a cabin) over breakfast at Sydney’s place, she paused from putting her fork into her mouth as she stared over at you with her round eyes. “…you mean…outside?” You laugh with a nod of your head, “well where else are we supposed to do it? We’re in the city so we need to be one with nature! With greenery and not bozos who think they can drive.”

Sydney listened to you talk, putting her phone down to give you her undivided attention. She noticed how excited you seemed to be about getting away, bringing your own phone out to show some Airbnb that was ready to be booked and that you could even invite the rest, if they were willing to take two to three days off for a little “summer fun.” Now with the bear being revamped and carmy being even more of a pain in the ass, it would be hard to convince everyone to go and taking Sydney had Carmy doing a big exhale. He knew he had a lot to make up for and since Sydney had a contract to go over he bid his farewell with a quiet, “have a good time…and text me when you get back.”

You didn’t dwell on that too much since you were just glad you got to spend time with your girl. Fak and Marcus even tagged along and that seemed to ease Syd’s worries about the stay turning into a whole, “Friday the 13th murder scene.” And not because they were men—you knew how to use a shotgun—but there was always strength in numbers. Now fully booked it was go mode with a check list of making sure you had everything prepared and packed on days leading up until it was time to go. It excited you that Syd seemed to be down for the trip until…it came down to fishing and there happened to be an angry snake in the boat, causing panic and a flip of the boat sending the both of you crashing into the water together. Fak didn’t notice anything because he was too busy taking advantage of the whole painting outside with his back to the water while he went into air drummer mode to some music with headphones on.

Marcus knew he heard something but he was messing around in the kitchen and didn’t think much of it. He spun back around just in time as a soaked Sydney went stomping by, he looked at you with a tilt of his head along with a frown as he pointed in Sydney’s direction, “she good?”

You sheepishly smiled with a shake of your head, whispering to him that you’d, “tell him later,” before sprinting forward to a huffing and puffing Sydney upstairs. After your showers, You helped her blow dry and spray down her braids so they wouldn’t get frizzy, avoiding her burning gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “So…that was adventurous.”

The creaking of Sydney gripping the sink so tight could be heard as she questioned through clenched teeth, “I thought you said there weren’t any snakes!”

“I mean does anyone truly know what’s in the water?” You asked while Sydney slowly turned to face you and if looks could kill…you wouldn’t have to worry about Jason Voorhees at all.

CARMY: you’ve been talking about camping since forever. You first brought it up as a thought to spend Christmas together, away from everyone possibly in a cabin or even renting a RV, and thought that the snowy landscape would be a pretty view and you knew that was one holiday carmy hated. He would commonly brush it off, letting it go in one ear and out the other keeping his focus on any and anything else. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose but he wasn’t exactly keen at the idea either. There was so much to do and camping wasn’t one of them. Carmy barely had free time and it was a miracle that he wasn’t fucking up his relationship with you. You stood ten toes down for your man but when you got the call from sugar (at a surprisingly good day at work) where Carmy refused to take an ambulance ride after passing out from an anxiety attack at the bear? you had enough.

“I’m fine.” He started but you whipped around to him, a fire so bright in your eyes.

“Are you fine with the fact that you could drop dead from cardiac arrest one day?”

This situation wasn’t that but carmy wouldn’t be surprised if that was how he went out one day. He couldn’t even tell you when’s the last time he had a physical and his own father passed from a heart attack due to heart disease when he was young.

He blinks, his hair greasy and pointing in all sorts of directions, “…if that’s how I’m meant to expire then there’s not much I can do about it then.”

Wrong choice of words to say to someone like you. The tears were hot from the corner of your eyes as you gripped carmy by the collar of his shirt, yanking him so that you were nose to nose. “I’m telling you that I’m willing to take care of you since you won’t do it yourself and this is how I’m going to do it: You’re leaving the bear behind for a couple of days to Syd and Nat for a change of scenery.”

Carmy scrunches up his face, “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yeah and so are you!” You knocked your forehead against his in warning while he moved his from yours, “I will fucking drag you Carmen, try me.”

The side eyes were strong as he drove down to Plymouth, Indiana while you’re singing along to the radio and tearing up a bag of veggie chips. He’s been all over the world seeing some stunning sights and even tried out for boys scouts way back until…Donna ruined that. Carmy always preferred the city, the noise was much easier to drown out when everything was too much at times compared to the slow and quiet. Silence was something he didn’t think he could ever get used to. To put it simply, Carmy wasn’t thrilled about this trip and knew he wouldn’t live it down from everyone at the bear once he got back.

He had plans to check in during: prep, opening, rush hour, and dinner but as soon as you started walking the woods shirtless he was on his feet. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You don’t know what kind of sickos are out here.” His hands are shaking as he’s trying to keep his eyes trained on your face, yanking up his red rain coat to wrap across your front while he peers around the trees only hearing the birds sing and the running of water from the river out east.

“Well maybe it needs to be free the nipple time for you to spend quality time with me and not your phone. I’m surprised you still have signal out here anyway.”

Carmy sighed, “I’m sorry…I just want to make sure things are running the way it should.”

“Uh huh and you worry too much. We’ve only been out for three hours and you’re still thinking about everything back home…which means I’m not doing my job enough so.” You attempt to get out of Carmy’s arms as he’s still shielding you from any hikers or killers.

Carmy tries to reason with you, “alright, okay! Can you just put a shirt on, please? I’ll make us something and we can take a walk along the river after to talk?”

You lift your chin, pretending to think about it before smiling, “I’ll get the flameless candles.”

Carmy puffs out a laugh with a shake of his head, you peck his cheek, ready to slip from his grasp but he’s still holding the jacket. You scoff as you slip your arms through it so it’s fitting backwards against your frame, holding your fingertips out the too wide of a jacket to show that you’re secure, Carmy steps back with a scratch of his brow and a dip of his head. He watches as you make a show, strutting back to the tent, which is not far from where you two stood and even tease him a little, letting the jacket slip while glancing at him over your bare shoulder.

“Y/n…” he warns while you just laugh and continue on.

Soon you’re sitting by the fire you both manage to put together, you wanted to use the utility lighter but Carmy already had some smoke going by the time you found it. You got comfy on the log beside Carmy as he got to work making some veggie fried rice that you knew would taste as good as being back at home. You were dating an award winning chef here! you had no doubts about the taste as carmy was always in his zone.

Crossing your ankles over each other you watched him work, knowing just how much pride he put into his craft. The stress was what Carmy was used to and you knew that but you were also ready to give him balance. To show that there was more you can have outside of the hustle of being a chef. That’s what this was and as you wrapped your arms around Carmy’s right arm, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder letting him know that you were still here.

To teach him.

He’s stops bouncing his knee a bit as he settles back against the log, letting the rice cook down some more. The both of you watch the flames beneath the pot, the two of you had the fire inside, with yours being beneath your feet and Carmy’s being in his heart—or maybe it was the constant heartburn? It wasn’t meant to be dimmed by each other or tamed it was meant to be worked with.

Carmy slightly turns to you then, brushing his lips against the top of your head, which you briefly close your eyes to at his affection. He shifts to rest his on top of yours and exhales. If this wasn’t love…then it was damn near close.

RICHIE: “get your ass over here, Richard!” You chased the lanky man around with the camp fork.

His laughter echoes off the trees as he’s doing his damn best running circles around you. You were doing him a solid, coming out here camping because it was his ex-wife Tiffany’s idea. Which then led to her fiancé putting it into motion and then Eva wanted Richie there—although they were all there to get to know each other—but then richie thought it would be cool to ask you to tag along. You didn’t really want to be outside in the woods unless it was a lake house or even a damn cottage! But Richie lied to you telling you it was combination of both of those things and this is how you ended up here.

Surrounded by grass.

He thought it would be funny to throw a raw sausage at you across the fire. Of course you can take a joke, you had to half of the time with a guy like Richard Jerimovich! What made it worse was him squeezing mustard at you right after. The both of you got here earlier since Tiffany had a last minute situation she needed to take care of and just pinged the area for you two to go ahead and they’d catch up a little later.

It was much later.

“Aw come on pork jizz is funny!”

“It’s childish is what it is and Eva isn’t even here!”

“Well thank god for that because I was thinkin’ we can break in that tent before everyone gets here, whadda say?” He wiggles his eyebrows while you catch your breath.

You peered at the lopsided tent, “I think! I should not only kick your butt for doing that and ruining my favorite lollygagging frog shirt but for also lying.”

“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t have thought twice if I told you the truth. I need you here, okay! Is that what you want to hear?” Richie asks.

You tilt your head to the side, “you need me?”

“Is it not obvious?! I’ve been shitting myself thinking about this Frank guy being not only in Eva’s life but ours. What if he’s—

“Nope! We’re not doing that.” You step towards Richie who steps back, puffy blues locked on the weapon, which you cackle at before tossing it to the side and holding your hands up in surrender, “don’t go back to bringing yourself down for some guy we barely know when you’ve shown nothing but personal growth. Your greatness doesn’t have to come at the expense of other’s past versions of you.”

Your hands are locked across his waist now as Richie closes one eye to think about what was being said, “…so what you’re saying is: I’m pretty fucking great?”

A smirk spreads over his face while you roll your eyes with a groan. He leans down to press a scratchy kiss against your slightly sweaty neck but he doesn’t mind. “Nah but all jokes aside, that means a lot coming from you.”

“And it’s nice to know that I’m needed.”

“If I ever gave you that impression then I dunno what the hell I was smoking that day, baby!”

You laugh a little before taking the mustard from your chin to smear right on the corner of Richie’s unamused lips.

Eva’s voice cuts in before Richie can retaliate and it’s a sight to see Richie beam up at the small blonde, “Daddy!”

He steps around you as you inhale and also turn to watch him bend to catch the running girl into his arms. Tiffany’s fiancé drags their own equipment and bags where your set up was while the beach waved woman awkwardly makes her way over to you. She waves, which you return as she stands beside you to follow your sight of richie with Eva.

“We’re late, I know! I’m sorry about that. What have you two been up to?” Tiffany starts with her dark doe eyes.

You turn your head to her, hands on your hips, which makes her look down at your chin and the graphic v-neck, “it’s Richie…I shouldn’t even have to ask right? I’ve got some tide to go if you want it?”

“Would you be so kind?” You two share a laugh, “The stench of mustard is actually starting to make me gag.”

And with that you two make your way over to their set up in process, making yourselves comfortable around each other.

MIKEY: The rough taps against your face brings you back to your senses. You blink the water from your lashes but feel a chill run up your body until a warm breeze glides over you and makes you realize you’re in the arms of someone.

“There you are! I’ve got ya.” Michael’s voice is heard from behind you and you should have known.

Keeping your low-lidded eyes locked on the rolling water you rasp out, “did I just drown?”

“Almost honey, you didn’t take any water to the lungs i don’t think. It took me a minute to find you after the boat got away from us.” Michael tightens his hold on you while you try to move around, “take it easy, will you? You got a nasty bump on the forehead and I managed to get your nose to stop bleedin’.”

It’s like you didn’t feel any of that until Michael mentioned it. A shaky hand went up to one of your nostrils, feeling the crust at the end and wince at the ache from the top of your brow. “Mike, what the hell happened? We were fine, the water was good.”

You’re much more of a water person than Michael was, being deep into water sports since you were younger and carrying it into your adulthood. Your family had their own sailboats, you were on a white water rafting team where you’ve competed in championships all over the world, and your parents were into windsurfing and all that jazz. You knew to respect the water at all times but you couldn’t remember how you got to this point.

Michael always missed out on majority of your championships even if they were in the states but would always ask questions (even if it was local and played on tv at the restaurant or he found a link to stream from his phone) and be ready to hear you tell him every detail so he figured it was time to see you in action out here. That was starting to look like a mistake now. He just didn’t expect this outing to end up with your kayak in pieces and being swept under with the current.

“It was crazy, we didn’t have time to figure anything out. The wind was picking up, you got whacked by a too low hanging branch because I was trying to show you the animal, I saw a fucking bobcat just watchin’ the show from the sidelines as a whirlpool basically grabbed us by the balls!” Michael was getting heated now as he rubbed at his jaw in irritation, “I need a cigarette and to keep you far from this water.”

You looked out towards the mentioned liquid, “what happened to the kayak?”

“What do you mean what happened to it? It’s gone, evaporated into the water where it got damn belongs!” Michael gruffed out.

You sigh as you lightly touch Michael’s arm, “freak accidents happen all the time, Mike.” You started, making the man lean back to look at you in disbelief while you continued, “I’m okay though, did you get hurt?”

“Yeah I did get hurt honey, by losing sight of you!” Michael exasperated with a, “Jesus Christ,” thrown in underneath his breath.

You’re craning your neck to get a good look at the clean shaved man, not taking his word of not having any physical injuries, “So I guess it’s safe to say you won’t be out on the water with me anymore?”

Michael huffs, “and if I had a say in any of this, you wouldn’t be out on it anymore either.”

“Glad you know me so well.” You laugh then wince again at moving too many muscles in your face, “that’s just like me taking you away from Chicagoland.”

Michael sighed as he reached another hand to caress your face, eyes locked on the lump above your brow, “it’s just a place to past the time…but i don’t wanna waste any of mine without you.”

You knew the highs and lows of the family restaurant so those words weren’t a shock to you. Of course Michael had love for the family business but when you take everything on your shoulders you learn to become uncomfortably comfortable with it. Sure he had dreams of what it could be but things never worked out in his favor so he just kept on pushing the best way he knew how.

He shouldn’t be dependent on anybody because he never had to be but whenever you were in his arms? made life just feel a whole lot better.

Worth something, even.

“Was that a line, Mikey bear?” You tease while the man rolls his eyes, swiftly gripping your jaw to peck your lips.

He winks playing into your humor, “Did it work? Naaah but I mean it, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t—

You shush him, “so don’t think about it. I love you, mean it.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You mean it?”

“Always.”

“Good, now get me outta here before we become bobcat food.”

Michael doesn’t hesitate getting to his feet (although he’s had his own sticks ready to battle if the bobcat did ever show its face up close) and scooping you into his strong and loving arms. You try to protest but he’s not trying to hear any of it, getting you far from the water and into safety.

LUCA: “I knew it! We’re lost and I told you compasses are nothing but lies and set ups!” You dramatically fling yourself against the 10,001 tree you’ve seen today.

The golden blond shakes his head at you, blues locked on the device rather than your complaints. “I’m going to get us out of here.”

“So you finally admit it, we’re lost.”

Camping in Copenhagen was much different than in the states. They give you camp sites and everyone can lounge around like it’s some big festival with their tents or vehicles or you could venture out on a hike to find your own secluded spot. You should have never let your on and off again boyfriend fling? talk you into this.

Luca continues to ignore you, turning each and every way. He pauses for some time, eyes locked on the sky. “That doesn’t look good,” he mutters before waving his hand at you, “we need to find shelter and quickly.”

You’re already on your feet and say at his back in close proximity, “what is it? Do you see a bear?”

He says over his shoulder, “No…a storm is coming.”

You just about collapsed at those words. This was just what you two needed! to be lost in the woods that probably had Blair witch lurking in them along with a storm deciding to rip through. You wanted nothing more than to strangle the beautiful Brit in front of you.

Should have never let him hike his way through your trail against one of these trees, further delaying your path to an overlook but regardless you probably would have gotten lost since the both of you were out of your elements.

Luca nods his head in the direction you would be going, expecting you to follow. You do but not without grumbles and constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure nothing was lurking and ready to attack. In summary, you were not much of an outdoorsy person. You would have much rather spent your time at a pool or spa but Luca asked you to spend the weekend with him…which wasn’t necessarily random but you two were “off” in your relationship.

So you thought.

Luca wasn’t looking for a serious relationship due to the heights he continued to reach at the restaurant and he’s been your on going rebound after being cheated on. Why did that completely change after months of having an intimate relationship? It was a total cliche that you always kicked yourself for whenever you thought about Luca.

Not watching where you were going, your ankle was yanked back while you were walking thanks to being too much in your head, which sent you tumbling right into the dirt. You yelped, feeling the pain radiate through your ankle and the soreness circling in your belly now.

“Oh, what have you done? Can’t walk and daydream at the same time can you?” Luca says, making light of this situation while you managed to toss the dirt in your hands at his own feet.

You hiss as you try to sit back on your knees and there’s concern in Luca’s natural arched brows. He’s squatting, eyeing the swell of your ankle. “That’s not good.”

“Ya think!?”

“Your attitude I’m not loving today.”

“I probably just sprained my ankle and we’re going to be eaten alive by a storm! Or worse being possessed by the witch! So I don’t care!”

Luca exhales as he makes quick work of taking his backpack off to find the first aid kit. He’s wrapping your ankle, grabbing your water from the side of your bag and forcing you to drink. “Nothing is going to get us if we keep moving, yeah? At a much slower pace now but we make work with what we have. You’ll hold my hand and this stick to support your foot.” He hands over a large stick, “slow and steady wins the race I guess. I won’t leave you because if I really wanted to…i don’t think I would have invited you out here and would have done so ages ago.”

A glare is send right to a grinning Luca while you swallow your water, making him pinch your chin which you slapped away. “I don’t know why I like you or put up with you.”

“Just like you said, you actually like me. Really like me.” He continued to pick with you, helping you to your feet, “stop being a negative Nancy and look at the bright side. It’s not a completely bad day…once we find shelter I’ll share your favorite, The Romsnegl.”

You perk up at that as Luca intertwines your fingers now, “you made some?”

“Course I did.” Luca casts a glance over at you as you start moving or in your case limping, “I knew it would be only a matter of time before you went into your rants about hating nature so it was my task to make the treats.”

“Sounds like you really like me too.” You say after some silence, lightly bumping Luca’s arm who snorted with a roll of his eyes.

It’s drizzling now but in the distance you both lock eyes with a structure that you knew Luca would deem as shelter. The lightening blinks through the sky, making you two pick up some speed in your steps. You wait outside the hobbit like cave as Luca checks it out just in time as the downpour pelts down.

Plopping down right at the entrance but out the way of the rain, you stretch out while shining your own flashlight around the small cave while Luca is searching through his own bag.

“Luca…what’s that?” You shine the light at the back of his pink neck.

He turns back to you with the container of pastries, “What?”

“You have something on your neck, babes.” You pointed with a scrunch of your nose.

He shrugs,“It’s probably from my other lovers.”

You don’t feed into that considering the vents from earlier, “I’m serious, Lu.”

He slides the container your way while he takes a hand to brush against the side and back of his neck. Frowning he asks you to take a picture and starts to scratch at it once you show him.

He deeply sighs, “This is either poison Ivy or some other sort of bug bites.”

“Welp there goes the Romsnegl.” You shuffle off your bag and grab some spray, motioning for the tatted man to face away from you.

Spraying him down and waving the air to help it dry the both of you turn to face the storm.

Luca leans towards you over the thunder, trying his best not to scratch,“okay…I officially agree. Camping fucking sucks.”

You laugh, sending Luca a knowing glance before throwing yourself back against the ground with your arms thrown over your head.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

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[glassrowboat]

My Muse. Baizhu.

Summary: There is beauty in everything he does, from the way Baizhu lays back as those painted on scales shift with every twist of his abdomen to the way he smiles at you like no one else ever has before. So, isn't it only reasonable that your eyes are transfixed on the man?

Authors note: reader is a horny little fuck in this so post is a little spicy. This is mainly inspired by the fact I saw this photo of naga Baizhu on Twitter and needed an outlet. (The pic is now my pfp)

Word count: 1000+

The flash of a camera shutter, the click of that all so familiar sound fills the well lit room as his image is captured. Beauty incarnate as those gorgeous gold eyes, snake like slits for pupils locked onto the device in your hands. Compared to that gaze, this silver camera was cold as ice.

Another shutter, another image captured as Baizhu shifted in his spot. The folds of his clothes turned, wrinkling from the change in position as it moved over his leg like a work of art. The sight of that purple silk hugging him so tightly in all the right spots, sticking to him in a way anyone would-

“You're staring.”

Grunting, you looked back up at Baizhu as he spoke, dropping the camera low enough so you were looking at your model through your own vision rather than the lense of the camera. His voice was just as teasing as ever, dripping with the same enticing tone that had been on his forked tongue since you asked him, your muse, to be on the receiving end of attention when it came to your camera. That alone made it hard enough to tell which eye could truly take in his visage, the one that was so intensely locked on him, or the one without a soul to its nature. Either way, it was easy to stare.

Not that you'd admit that without poking a bit of fun first.

“I'm a photographer, it's part of my job to stare at you.” Smiling at Baizhu you lifted your hand, finger waving up and down to signal at him to shift to another position, but instead he raised his hand, trying to tempt you into coming over. Those green props with sharp black nails were honestly impressive, scales engraved into the false flesh so intricately one could mistake it for Changsheng's pearl-like snake skin that was wrapped around his neck.

“Admittedly, yes,” and just like you did before Baizhu waggled his finger. “However, you and I both know what I mean, so please do come here.”

Temptress you wanted to call him. A gorgon made to be so stunning one would believe they are carved of the same stone they inflict upon others. Eyelashes thick with mascara as they fluttered, dips and curves that tease at the idea of muscles beneath his pliant skin, a tiny little waist, and golden marks painted over his abdomen. The moment you stepped closer, the moment you gave in and accepted his words like a siren's song your fingertips were grazing over the metallic paint that just barely reflected your form that was so obviously drooling over his.

Maybe it's time to see if men really can get pregnant- anyway.

“The things I want to do to you would make Satan himself blush.”

Laughing softly at your words Baizhu took your hand in his own, the feeling foreign, unfamiliar. Those lips on your skin however were. Orange gloss that had been applied, one that you've said yourself would truly make him a sight to capture, now sticking onto your skin. All from one kiss. “Careful now, we don't want the poor makeup artist to redo her work do we?” His eyes flicked back down to the golden paint, motioning to the fingerprints that just barely showed. “I thought not, but here we are.”

Those shining lips that reflected the lights pointed on you both curled into a smile. Were it those strobe lights that had the air so warm?

“Trust me, I could do a lot worse than getting some body paint fucked up.” Much, much worse. Enough to have his pale skin turning pink, to have those lips falling open as sounds that could only be taken as gospel rang in your ears.

Yet those words of what could only be described as another way of getting ahead of yourself could be spoken aloud, a feminine voice spoke out. “Blunt as ever aren't you?” Changsheng hissed, irritation clear. It wasn't a surprise she was annoyed, that snake always kicked up a fuss whenever you flirted with Baizhu. Funny that she was so capable of doing so for a creature that didn't even have legs. “I swear Baizhu, this one has no tact. Remember that I'm here and that I don't want to hear this disgusting interaction.”

Baizhu turned his head towards her, his green hair tied in cute little pigtails that you've never seen on him before until this day. (How easy they'd be to pull and yank on). “I'd cover your ears if I could Changsheng, someone has to save you from this one and their wicked ways.”

Oh how you wanted to roll your eyes. “You're such a tease.”

And sorry for this Changsheng.

Reaching out your finger teases at the wrap around his waist, hooking your digit under the garment and the layers of cloth underneath with a swift movement. A mission has to be accomplished today. So with one tug you raised your camera up and snapped a picture of what had just been revealed to you. That shutter clicking far from enough to drown out the sound of a disgruntled hiss and shocked gasp as you readily captured a photo of his pretty cock.

“For my personal collection.”

“My- oh…” Tearing your gaze off of what could only be described as a man in the form of a four course meal your eyes flicked up to take in his growing blush. (And a snake with her head promptly turned away from the both of you). “Well, I don't think that was necessary.”

No? To me it was.

“Yeah, yeah, just get back to posing all pretty like.” Not even bothering to fix his pants you let them snap back against his skin. “We still have a job to do.”

“I know that.” Sighing, Baizhu looked back at your camera, thoughts no doubt wondering to what you'd do with that image once in private.

Would you spill your intentions? Never.

“And by the way,” you started, looking back at him with a wink, “I expect to see you in this later tonight.”

“You truly are a wicked one. Once we're done then, my dear.”

[eyesthatroll]

..rice pudding? | jake seresin

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

warnings: pretty much just fluff, lowercase intended not really edited.

word count: 0.8k

summary: the next morning after you spent the night at jake's apartment for the first time

"i didn't know you could cook?" you say, the smell of pancakes and bacon invading your senses as you padded into the kitchen, still clad in your night clothes.

jake is shirtless, a pair of black nike sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his calvin klein boxers just barely in view.

he turns to you, the sunlight shining through the window above the kitchen sink, reflecting beautifully against his sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

memories from last night of you tugging on those dirty blonde locks flash through your mind, and you feel your cheeks warm.

"there's a lot you don't know about me, darlin'" he teases, sending a playful wink your way before turning back to the stove.

you take a seat on the middle barstool at the granite island.

it was your first time spending the night at jake's apartment, and to be honest, you had expected to wake up before him and slip out the door, just to avoid any potential awkwardness. of course, you'd shoot him a text saying that you had a great night, and create a fake excuse of why you had to leave so soon. you really did like jake, and you weren't a total asshole to leave without a word.

but to your surprise, you woke up to an empty bed. an empty bed, and the sound of jake singing along to 'so caught up' by the tuskey brothers, downstairs. you’d stayed in bed for a few minutes before getting up, just enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by the intoxicating smell of jake.

though, in hindsight, you should have accounted for the fact that jake is a navy man, and that he probably wakes up early, if not earlier than you, on a regular basis.

the clink of a plate being sat in front of you brings you out of your head.

"what'cha thinkin' about?"

"you." you answer truthfully.

his ears tinge pink, and he lets out a chuckle before speaking. "let's see if there's somethin' on that plate you like."

you look down at the full plate of food. pancakes, eggs, bacon, and.. some sort of rice pudding?

you pick up your fork and warily dip it in the rice whatever it is.

jake laughs. "you've never had grits?"

"no, what is that?"

"you are such a city girl." he teases, shaking his head. "grits are like.. i don't know how to explain it.. like.. corn porridge."

your browns furrowed in confusion.

"what does it taste like?"

"just take a bite and try it, you weirdo."

slowly, you move the fork to your mouth.

the texture is strange at first, but it surprisingly taste good. very good.

jake looks at you with anticipation. "well?"

your lips lift into a grin. "that's really fucking good, jake."

"yeah?"

you go in for another bite. "when i die, bury me in this stuff."

jake laughs, absolutely enamored by your reaction to trying grits for the first time.

"i'm serious, i want this in my casket."

"if i'm still around, i'll do my best to make sure it happens."

the two of you spend the next half hour laughing, eating, feeding off of each others energy.

despite the big ego and slight superiority complex, jake is actually really great, and you could feel yourself falling in love with him in the future.

you had offered to do this dishes, you felt it was only right since jake did the cooking, but he insisted that he would get to them later.

which made you happy, because while you would've done them without complaining, you hated doing the dishes.

"what're your plans for the day?" he asks, opening the front door for you.

"uh, i don't think i have any, maybe some laundry and cleaning?"

jake nods. "well, if you're bored later tonight, a few co-workers and i are gonna go to the bar. you should come, i'd like for you to come-if you want?"

you fought the urge to squeal like a little girl. "yeah, that sounds fun. message me the details?"

"i will."

you go in for a hug, but jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss.

his lips are warm and soft, almost silken against your own, and unlike last night, the kiss is slow, passionate, allowing you to live in the moment and appreciate him and the way he feels.

jake's light stubble tickles against your chin, and you smile into the kiss, breaking apart for a gasp of air. "see you later, jake."

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a/n;

i like this for now, but i'm sure if i re-read it in the next few days i'll hate it. anyways, any constructive criticism or advice is always welcome, i'm pretty new to writing so any tips you have are greatly appreciated. thanks:)

[mjanelupinblack]

starving creatures | chapter one 🖤

pairing: xu minghao x reader // jun x reader (mainly lol)

description: starving creatures have arrived at your homeland in forks. little do you know, they not only intend to drain the blood out of you... they'll also to break your heart in two.

genres: slowburn (please bare with me), fluff, angst, vampire!au

warnings: blood drinking, lot of blood related themes, repressed emotions, family issues, miscommunication, kinda toxic friendship with cheol? blood and smut will be mixed. emotionally and physically starved vampires oops. did i mentioned blood?

minors dni!!!

fic playlist 🖤

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: like i said, slowburn as f*ck. you'll have to wait to have fun with jun and hao but it'll be worth it if you bare with me. also i am having so much fun writing this omg ^_^ english isn't my first language and i don't have beta readers so kind feedback is welcome <3

CHAPTER 1

Joshua Hong had been the first for many things in his life: the firstborn, the first brother to complete his education, the first student among his classmates to perform a solo surgery, and one of the first doctors to try chloroform for his medical procedures, as anesthesia wasn't nearly as developed as it is now.

He was also the first one to be turned.

No other outcome could have been expected. People like him - young, enthusiastic, seemingly blessed by the gods - had to have some divine punishment waiting for them. Josh's penance would be to live forever with his luck... and to have it slowly fade into misfortune.

As a doctor, he never thought life could be eternal. He had witnessed all types of miracles at Paris Salpêtrière, but no soul had ever gotten to escape the sweet lullabies of death. At first, he felt terrible about it. Doctor Pierre had told him to get used to it, as God only gives special treatment to his friends. Little did he know, Pierre was a close friend of Him. He didn't notice it until he found himself digging a blade into his tutor's jugular vein.

No pulse could be found, but Pierre's breaths were still steady.

"Let's go, Josh! Everything's packed!" Vernon shouted as he got into the driver's seat.

"Do we really have to go through this again?" Jun complained, as if it would change anything. For the last time, he stared at the California house that had been their home for the past ten years.

He always got too attached.

"C'mon, man, you know it's better this way," Vernon replied.

From the passenger seat, Joshua looked at them. Minghao rubbed his brother's back and gently pushed him into the car despite his deep and frustrated sighs. This might be the worst part. But upon reflection, the worst part might also involve the one where locals started noticing their lack of aging, leading him to search for a new town.

"Jun, you can't be mad..." Vernon tried.

"Hum, yes, I can be mad," Jun countered. "And I can't believe you all think it's possible to move from California to this nowhere town."

"This 'nowhere town' is called Forks, alright? And it's your new home, so you better get used to it."

Nowhere Town. That's a good name, as it reflected all the peace Joshua had been praying for since Junhui and Minghao joined his and Vernon's odd nomadic, supernatural-like lifestyle.

"It's always cloudy there. You'll get to hang out more often with your friends."

"Sorry, what friends?" Jun asked sarcastically.

"You'll make friends eventually, Jun. Stop whining," Minghao said.

You didn't believe Forks was the best town in the world either. The landscape, always covered by mist and the ground sticky wet from the most recent storm, looked exactly as it did when you were born. You finished cleaning the house an hour before the awaited arrival. The large windows were all cleaned, not a single stain preventing passersby from catching a glimpse inside.

The house was empty for now, as it had been since the heartbreaking death of the previous inhabitants. You sat by the porch, trying to catch your breath and wondering what the new family looked like. Were they old? Were they nice? Certainly, they wouldn't want anyone to disturb them, otherwise, they would have chosen to live closer to the town center.

Surrounded by trees and animals, your aunt's house was known for attracting people who appreciated solitude.

That's the first thing you learned about Minghao.

There is a van approaching from a distance. The new renters arrived half an hour earlier than you planned. You stand up quickly, shaking the dirt off your pants when, for the first time, you see his face.

You won’t be able to forget that face.

"Y/N, right? We talked on the phone yesterday," one of the guys says. There are four of them now. By his introduction, you supposed you are talking to Mr. Chwe.

"Yes! It's so nice to meet you all, Mr. Chwe."

You shake his hand, surprised to find Mr. Chwe, a doctor, looks more like a student who just pulled an all-nighter.

He also has the temperature of an old man.

"Just Vernon, please," he said.

You had a speech planned, but right now you're having trouble remembering what you were going to say. There's a man behind Vernon who looks at you with tender and compassionate eyes. You assume he's Joshua, the one who responded to your emails.

"I'm so sorry my aunt couldn't make it today. As I told you, she's been sick. It would be difficult for her to climb all the way up here. I'll give you the tour, if you're comfortable with it."

Vernon shows his understanding. The same goes for Joshua, who breaks into a sincere smile and thanks you for being so attentive. It's almost as if they're acting like parents. And then, there are the kids...

"Actually, I'm tired. I'm sure we can figure out the house ourselves."

"I could really use some sleep."

"We've stayed in bigger houses anyway."

"Jun, Hao... Enough of that."

Jun and Hao; you're not sure which one takes your breath away more. With their silky, white, shoulder-length hair, they stand in the woods like fairies in a fairytale.

But you imagined fairies to be... more polite, perhaps.

"It's okay. It must have been a long ride for them. I'll leave you to rest." You tranquillize Mr. Chwe with a smile, but think, Morons, in your head.

Almost as if he heard what you said, Jun's face contorts in a gesture that appears both surprised and offended.

"Do you all see that little house right there?" you ask, pointing down into the distance past the trees. "That's where I live. Just call me if you need anything. We're the only neighbors you have around, besides the Boo Family. Oh, and I almost forgot. They asked me to leave you a present since they won't be able to come and say hello today. I left it inside."

"A present?" Minghao asks, his forehead furrowed and a fucked up temper. It's as if you'd just left a bomb or something in their kitchen.

You feel small under his gaze.

"Yes... it's just a beautiful mirror."

•••

Vernon was the second one to get turned.

He graduated from uni, having already killed a man. He tasted his blood, vomited to stop feeling sick, but then got the imperious need to drink from him again.

“Who the hell is this Boo Family?” Jun asks once they get to the house. The mirror is still covered in the living room. There’s no use in unwrapping it as they can’t use it anyways.

“Some old friends.” Vernon answers, face paler than usual.

He made a vow to never to steal a life again. No matter how hungry he was, no matter how weak he could get, he had a strong set of values he planned to spend the rest of his non-desired eternity with, even if people told him it wasn’t the natural thing to do.

“Explain yourself.”

“No explanation needed… Just go to your room, Jun.”

“Are you grounding me or something? I thought we were over with all this weird family shit.”

“I could be your grandfather, how is that weird to…”

“Boo Seungkwan is the man who brought Vernon into this life, okay?” Joshua explains.

Josh had been his mentor. Studying hard for his degree, Vernon was only seven years younger than him and had a mind full of dreams. One of them was to become a doctor as brilliant as Joshua, which, after a lot of sacrifice, he did. But he never thought his desire to be like Joshua would put him into a world so dark and twisted. When he said he wanted to be like Joshua, he never imagined… this.

“There’s your answer.” Vernon says.

He wouldn’t have endured sane this long without Joshua as a friend.

“Don’t worry, mate, we are leaving this place.”

The house is big. Of course, they lived in much larger houses than your auntie’s, as Jun said. But this house… There is wood covering the walls and enormous trees blocking the sunlight from the windows.

Vernon asks himself, is it always going to be like this?

Will Josh and he finally be able to take daytime shifts? Will they be able to walk around town without having to worry about deadly eruptions on their skins?

Sunglasses and long sleeves, then they are ready to go. The offer is tempting.

“There’s no need.”

“What do you mean?” Joshua asks in disbelief.

“I mean… We already paid the girl.”

“And she can keep the money. We’re leaving.”

Jun seems thrilled. What will their new location be? Bahamas? Maybe France? Oh, he loves pain au chocolat! Now it is gonna be great.

“I want to give it a try, Josh,” Vernon says, much to Jun’s disgrace. “Yejin is dead. And there’s no other reason for the Boo family to attack me again.”

“Yejin? Like your ex-friend Yejin?” Minghao asks.

“More like the maniac, out-of-her-mind-obsessed-with-Vernon, Yejin.” Joshua corrects.

“How did you know about her, Hao?”

“I might have stumbled upon your diaries once. But then we moved, and I don’t know where you hide them anymore. So I’m kinda stuck in the middle of the tale.

“Well, well, well… Looks like we know very little of each other to be part of the same family, Mr. Chew. Or should I call you Doctor?”

Jun disappears from the room, not caring for Joshua, who wants to say something to him. Even if he couldn’t move at this dazzling speed, he would’ve been able to escape the situation with equal grace.

That’s the way he is.

“Welcome to Forks, then.”

•••

“So… the new renters are a piece of shit.” your friend Cheol says. It's nice to catch up after a whole summer apart, not seeing or hearing anything from him.

Your ankles ache from the cold wind that bites as you walk the last stretch to school.

“That’s not what I said,” you explain. “The doctors were very nice to me. But the young ones… This guy Jun was in a terrible mood and treated everyone like shit. The other brother was…”

Threatening? But gut-wrenchingly beautiful? Eyes so deep like sinking ships after crashing with an iceberg?

“…a bit serious, I don’t know. When the doctors asked me if there was a highschool nearby, I thought I'd get to make some friends.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough of a friend?”

Okay, that was a low blow and you need to respond to it.

“The whole summer you went missing. So yes, at some point your friendship felt short for me.”

Many years of friendship taught you that you can open up with Cheol whenever you feel sad or lonely. You arrive at school and identify some of the friends he spent the whole summer with. A sight escapes your mouth. You love the guys, but you kinda wish your alone time with Cheol would have lasted longer.

And he notices.

“We can hang out later. Just you and me,” he promises, grabbing both of your hands. “We can sneak and spy on this jackasses’ house. Then you’ll watch them nose-picking and realize they’re not that big of a deal.”

“Voyeurism? That 's the date?”

Cheol pinches your nose in between his fingers and smiles playfully. Same old smile. Same old gesture that makes you feel safe. Even after a whole summer of not knowing what the hell is going on in his head.

“I know you. Don’t act like you don’t like to get into other people’s lives.”

Touché. You admit there’s a certain rush of adrenaline growing in your veins whenever you think about getting into your new renters’ intimacy. There's a certain power that comes with knowing about other people's secrets. Even when you don’t plan to use any of those against them.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I take it as a yes.”

“Take it as a maybe I'd rather go grab some coffee and not do such creepy things!”

You hit your friend in the arm playfully. When they see you coming, the gang welcomes you with a hug and some cheering. Hoshi tells you about how your best friend drank his blood’s weight in beer and none of the parties were near as entertaining as when you are there to join them.

You don’t believe him. You know he’s only saying this to make you feel better. But you have nothing against white lies when they serve their purpose.

“Maybe invite me next time?” you say, knowing that you are asking for the impossible.

Soonyoung looks at Dino, who answers without saying a word. Cheol pulls you closer to him. Silent and almost surrounding you with his arms.

“I really don’t think you’d like it,” Soonyoung says. “Plus you’ve been busy training, from what I heard.”

Of course. Training. You are not sure what Soonyoung must have heard about it, or who he must have heard it from. But this summer, you have been leaving your house at five in the morning everyday with the intention of running your sacred five miles before seven a.m—or whatever number of miles you could do before starting to feel like you’re about to pass out. It has been awesome; wind whipping your skin and not a single thought crossing your head. Just a pleasant sensation of hurt that would leave your legs shaking and your mind blank.

After that, you’d return home just in time to give your auntie her meds.

And then you’d like to run away again.

“Are you getting into a competition or something?” Dino asks.

“Nah. I was just doing it to clear my mind. But who knows… I’m fast.”

“Maybe I could help your train then”

Around the corners, or maybe even a couple of blocks away, there’s a soul with the extramundane ability of hearing your thoughts and sayings with just the gaze of your silhouette.

“Hum… who the hell are you?” Seungcheol asks him.

He wasn't there just minutes ago. You must have been too lost in your own thoughts as the sight of your neighbor makes your heart skip a beat.

Maybe he wants you to introduce him?

“Guys, this is Jun. My auntie rented the house to his family, so he and his brother are new here.”

“Great way to introduce yourself, mate. You’re an asshole, from what I heard?”

You step over your friend’s foot, hoping to subtly silent him. Damn, Seungcheol has a big mouth.

“Actually, I’m here to apologize,” Jun says, much to your surprise. And then he looks at you like no one else is there. “My manners weren’t the best. We had a long trip from California so I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“California? You’re a ghost, man.”

Ignoring Soonyoung’s comment, your neighbor continues trying to apologize.

“I just wanted to let you know that whatever neighborly thing you need, you can count on my family and me.”

Just by the way they’re silent, analyzing every bit of him but actually finding nothing, you can tell that the guys already hate Jun without even knowing him.

And for that, you feel relieved.

“Thank you, Jun. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.”

•••

You live in a place so different than Mr. Chwe and Mr Hong’s new house. It only has a few rooms; none of them fancy and only spacious enough for you to sleep and change in there. The little wooden cabin remains hidden in between the trees, all of them prominent enough to prevent your house from being in plain sight. Rain has to make an effort to fall in between thick leaves. And if it wasn’t because of the oscillating movement of your auntie’s chair, Joshua would´t have found it.

He has always been a good neighbor. It’s a signature part of the made up story he tells about himself every time his life changes. So there he is, standing on the porch of your house with a basket of freshly baked cookies in hand. He expects to find you there and maybe ask you a couple of questions about the Boo family and your relationship with them.

“You didn’t have to” you say, receiving the basket in your hands with guilt wrinkling your eyebrows. “Really. I feel terrible. I don’t have anything to give you in return.”

“You’ve given more than enough. This is just a thank you. To you and your aunt.”

Some persistent raindrops have started to pierce through the trees.

“Come in, I insist” you say, opening the door fully even though it’s kinda messy inside. You haven’t found the time to clean up and embarrassment shows in the crimson red of your plumpy cheeks. “You won’t make it to the lodge before the rain. And I was about to make some coffee to warm up anyways.”

Joshua knows perfectly that he will be able to reach the lodge even before the next drop of rain. Despite that, he decides to enter your house and take a seat at your table, waiting for the cloudburst to stop, like any normal person. In front of him, there’s a cup of coffee. He asked for it without sugar or milk because he wouldn’t be able to enjoy those flavors if you put them in there anyways. Of course, the story he tells is different. It’s easier to explain he’s grown accustomed to preparing his coffee bitter in the rush of his night guards.

“So, California…”

Your friend Hoshi’s observation over Jun had been rude but sharp. California’s sun had rejected Joshua’s family in an inexplicable way.

“Yes, we stayed there for a short time,” he answers. For him, that is not a lie. Ten years really is a short time. “We have a condition. It makes us sensitive to the sun. So long term wasn’t an option.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for that...”

“It's okay. We just have to be careful. Forks seems like the perfect place for that.”

“Trust me. Forks can give you a lot of trouble but sunny days won’t be one.”

Joshua takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn’t taste like anything, but it’s reassuring to see you enjoy the cookies he baked but can’t taste.

“A lot of trouble?” He asks, eyes full of curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”

Coming from California and —from what Vernon told you— previously New York, you imagine your neighbor has no idea of the consequences of living in a place like Forks.

“Well, a small town can be a vast hell if you don’t keep things to yourself,” you explain. “Forks is amazing. But there’s only a few habitants and they all get bored easily, so rumors fly.”

Joshua’s well aware of how deadly rumors can be. Especially when truth revolves around them.

“Do you have secrets to entertain us with, Mr. Hong?” you mock him, feeling a little more comfortable around your neighbor who’s not only a kind person but also a great baker.

His eyes get all wrinkly when he smiles.

“I’m afraid we’re gonna bore you all,” he answers “And please don’t call me Mr. Hong.”

“Fair enough.” You say, while cleaning leftover cookies from the corner of your mouth.

“What about you, do you have secrets?”

You laugh at the question. Maybe it’s because you know the answer damn well.

“Of course. We all do.”

masterlist | next chapter

[watertribe-enya]

It's the anniversary of my most popular post on how people fail to recognize a vampire (in this case Silas from "The Graveyard Book") unless the story spells it out for them

And to this day I still get notes from people voicing their atonishment that they never noticed this

So I've created a comprehensive list of all vampiric traits and behaviors Silas shares with Dracula (since Dracula Daily has started again too) as well as with Bram Stoker's other vampires.

First I'll always give a quote/s from "Dracula" showing the behavior, and then one from "The Graveyard Book" to go along with it

Not consuming human food or drink

„It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink. He must be a very peculiar man!“

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„What‘s it taste like?“ „I‘ve absolutely no idea,“ said Silas, who consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.“

„Silas ordered a glass of water and a small salad for himself, which he pushed around the bowl with his fork but never actually put to his lips.“ (page 272)

Sleeping during the day

„I have not yet seen the Count by daylight. Can it be that he sleeps when others wake, that he may be awake when they sleep?“

„Yesterday I came here before sundown, for at sundown the Un-Dead can move.“

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"He would be there waiting at sunset, just before Silas awakened."

“Football. Hmm. That’s usually a little early in the day for me” ,said Silas”

Sleeping inside a "box" filled with earth

"There, in one of the great boxes,of which there were fifty in all, on a pile of newly dug earth, lay the Count! He was either dead or alseep."

„In soil barren of holy memories it (the vampire) cannot rest.“

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Bod could see his guardian standing beside a large leather chest, of the kind they call a steamer trunk- big enough that a tall man could have curled up and slept inside it. (...) Bod put a hand into the empty trunk, touched the silk lining, touched dried earth.”

Not having a reflection

„It amazed me that I had not seen him, since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me. (...)This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror”

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„The surface of the table-top was almost mirrored, and, had anyone cared to look, they might have observed that the tall man had no reflection.“

Sharp Nails

„The nails were sharp and fine, and cut to a sharp point.“

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“Silas flicked an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve with a fingernail as sharp as a blade.” ( page

Weird earshape, paleness and cold skin

"Holding out his hand he grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice - more like the hand of a dead than a living man."

”His ears were pale and at the tops extremely pointed (…) The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.“

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"Why do you ask?" said his guardian, brushing the dust from his black suit with ivory fingers."

"Bod held out his hand, as he had when he was a small boy, and Silas took it, in a cold hand the colour of old ivory"

It’s not actually mentioned in-text that Silas has pointed ears, but you can see them on the Chris Riddell illustrations and in the graphic novel

Crawling down walls

„I saw the whole man slowly emerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful abyss, face down, with his cloak spreading around him like great wings."

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„As twilight edged from gray to purple there was a noise in the spire, like a fluttering of heavy velvet, and Silas left his resting place in the belfry and clambered headfirst down the spire.“

Flight

„He can be as bat, as Madam Mina saw him on the window at Whitby; and as friend John saw him fly from this so near house“

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Silas doesn't actually turn into a bat while flying, but the text compares his flight to a bat

"Something huge was flying through the air (...) Something man-sized that flickered and fluttered as it moved, like the strobing flight of a bat."

Causing fear and unease

„The eyes fell upon me, with all their blaze of basilisk horror. The sight seemed to paralyze me“

„I saw his eyes. They burned into me, and my strength became like water.“

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„People who noticed the man Jack when he went about his business – and he did not like to be noticed - were troubled, or made uncomfortable, or found themselves unaccountably scared. The man Jack looked up at the stranger, and it was the man Jack who was troubled.“

Hypnosis and mind control

„There was something diabolically sweet in her tones (…) which rang through the brains even of us who heard the words adressed to another. As for Arthur, he seemed under a spell“

„A dark mass spread over the grass, coming on like the shape of a flame or fire; and then He moved the mist to the right and left, and I could see that there were thousands of rats with their eyes blazing red (…) And then a red cloud , like the colour of blood, seemed to close over my eyes; and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself opening the sash and saying to Him: „Come in, Lord and Master!“ The rats were all gone.”

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“Now think carefully, and tell me you are certain that it was a child that you saw.“ The man Jack thought. The stranger unlocked the side gate. „A fox“, he said. „They make the most uncommon noises, not unlike a person crying. No, your visit to this graveyard was a misstep, sir. Somewhere the child you seek awaits you, but he is not here.“ And he let the thought sit there, in the man Jack‘s head for a moment“

“Don’t mind me. You don’t even have to remember this conversation.“„No,“ said the man Jack, agreeably. „I don‘t.“

"He couldn‘t push the minds of the dead as he could the living"

Durability

„Remember that he has the strength of twenty men, and that, though our necks and our windpipes are of the common kind- and therefore breakable or crushable- his are not amenable to mere strength."

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"There are ways to kill people like me," he said. "But they don't involve cars. I am very old and very though."

Averse reaction to the day/sun

„His power ceases, as does that of all evil things, at the coming of the day.“

„Until it (the sun) sets tonight, that monster must retain whatever form he now has. He is confined within the limitations of his earthly envelope.“

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"Silas, who had love for neither the rain or the remnants of the daylight, was standing inside, in the shadows."

"They will come back, Silas," Miss Lupescu whispered. "Too soon, the sun will rise."

Cursed to be undead

„I did not say she was alive, my child; I did not think it. I go no further than to say she might be Un-Dead.“

"But do you know what men say? Some of them, that I am dead and buried; others, that I am not only dead and buried, but that I am one of those unhappy beings that may not die the common death of man. Who live on a fearful life-in-death, whereby they are harmful to all. Those unhappy Un-dead whom men call Vampires--who live on the blood of the living, and bring eternal damnation as well as death with the poison of their dreadful kisses!“ (this one is from "The Lady of the shroud" another vampire story by Bram Stoker)

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„I want to be like you,“ said Bod, pushing out his lower lip. „No,“ said Silas firmly „you do not.“

„I have been walking this earth at night for a very long time, but I do not know what is it like to dance the Macabray. You must be alive or you must be dead to dance it – and I am neither.“

[gabriel-xander]

I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 6

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 6: Bitches on Me Left and Right

You furrow your brows in your reflection, putting in the red dangling earring that Childe had given you. You tug at the fluffy collar around your neck and sigh heavily. You're going to ditch the coat. It's your first day in Liyue and the weather is already getting to you.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who the fuck is that? Aside from La Signora's direct subordinates, no one should be coming to get you. And you shouldn't have any visitors either.

You grab your mask from the nightstand next to the mirror, making sure it's secure on your face.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You hold back the sigh and drop your coat onto the bed and rush to the door. You swing the door open and automatically stand up straight.

"Good mor-NAOOO!!"

You throw your mask off and throw your arms around Kazuki's neck, pulling that fucker into a hug. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing the life out of your. Your best friend chuckles and sways you both side to side.

"You should've told me you were coming. I thought you were working for the Knave for the time being."

"I-I had no time to write to you, the Fair Lady suddenly requested my recruitment," You pulled away from the pretty man, holding him at arm's length with a grin, "Oh, Nao! I missed you so much! Did your hair get longer? We should trim it. You wanna have lunch with me? Show me around Liyue! Oh! How is Lord Childe? Are you two getting along? How have your missions been? Do you think-"

Kazuki cups your face with both hands, and leans forward to kiss your forehead.

You stop immediately, your shoulders relax and you allow yourself to enjoy the moment. He pulls away after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around you again and hugs you close. You just sink into the embrace, smiling to yourself and relishing in the familiar touch of your best friend.

"We have a few hours to ourselves, let's go get something to eat first, yeah?"

You nod.

"There's a few places I want to take you. My favorite place is the Liuli Pavillion, but Xinyue Kiosk is really good too. And maybe later tonight, we can head to Third-Round Knockout for drinks."

"I don't know any of those places, so I'll trust your judgment on this one."

Kazuki pulls away and smirks very slightly, "Come on, let's get going."

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Kazuki takes you straight to Liuli Pavillion for breakfast, ordering a lot of Liyue dishes that he thought you'd like since you're a bit hesitant to try new foods you're unfamiliar with. They didn't have forks or spoons though, only "chopsticks", which kind of sucked ass.

Kazuki was already a master of them, making fun of you as you struggled to get food in your mouth. You felt so bad though, he ordered so much food but you barely managed to finish one and a half of the seven dishes he ordered.

"No matter," Kazuki simply said, "We'll box this and take it back to where you're staying."

"You're too frivolous with your Mora."

"You're just jealous that I make more money than you."

"Yes I am, and I'll die mad about it."

"Hm."

Fucker.

After that, he takes you around the city to look around, buying you a few trinkets and clothing if you spend a second too long looking at it. Kazuki is too eager when it comes to buying you things, since that's his love language–both platonically and romantically. And Kazuki? He loves you very much, and you love him just the same.

However... Kazuki was insistent on carrying everything for you, but he started buying you too many things that you also have to carry. And not is not an issue either, but both of your arms are getting full and supposedly he wants to take you somewhere else?

"Uh, Nao... I-I don't need that, I swear! My eyes just looked at it for a second!."

"Nonsense. You like the color, don't you?" Kazuki hums, holding up a skirt that, yes, was very pretty in color. "How much is it, boss?"

"Naooo!" You whine, your arms beginning to get sore from carrying so many things.

"Well, if it isn't [Y/n]!"

Ah fuck berries!!

You turn to the voice with a tired smile. "Lord Childe! It's good to see you! Ah, and... you are?"

You don't know if it's good or bad luck that Childe managed to find you. You knew he was still in Liyue, but you thought maybe at the moment he was dealing with his Harbinger duties? Walking next to him was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Well, not really dark since his skin was pretty pale. But his overall color scheme was browns and golds.

"I am Zhongli, a close associate of Childe," The man greets politely with a smile, "I assume you are as well?"

...You are as well what?

Oh!

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Zhongli. You can call me [Y/n]," You nod.

You didn't understand why he'd think you're close with Childe, but you guess it's because of your matching earring with the Harbinger. You don't know if that warrants an assumption that you two are close, but you guess it doesn't really matter.

"What are you doing here in Liyue, [Y/n]? Is your boss here too?" Childe asks.

"Uh, he's-"

"-Perhaps we should talk somewhere else and not hold up the stall," Kazuki cuts in, "Not to mention, I believe [Y/n] is getting tired from carrying all this. I should escort her back to where she's staying so we can drop this off."

Ah, you know that look. To outsiders, his blank expression is one that never changes no matter what emotion he feels. However, yOu'Re NoT lIkE tHe OtHeR gIrLs and you notice every slight change in his expression and body language. You can read that he was actually feeling quite annoyed that his alone time with you is likely coming to an end.

"Oh, why don't we help you with that?"

As Childe decides this all on his own, he takes the bags from your arms, and the boxes you were holding. He was having a much easier time than you were, and Zhongli even took it upon himself to take a few things from Childe to help him too.

You smile at Kazuki apologetically, taking some things from his arms now that you had more help. He narrows his eyes slightly, getting more irritated as the second passes.

"Lead the way, [Y/n]," Childe smiles.

And lead the way you did. You take your gaggle of friends (Can you call Childe and Zhongli your friends? You feel that's a bit unprofessional and a bit presumptuous of you to assume you're all already friends) to the place you, La Signora, and the other Harbingers under her command are staying. Though as you get closer, Childe seems to light up.

"Oh, you're staying here?" Childe speeds up a bit to walk closer to you, "What a coincidence! My troops and I are staying here as well!"

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!

So not only are you blessed that Kazuki is in the same building as you, you're also cursed that Childe has easy access to you too now!

You'd be more open to being Childe's friend if you weren't super cautious of ALL the Harbingers. He seems really nice, and expressed that he desires to be your friend, but that doesn't suddenly make you more trusting.

"I should warn you, Lord Childe. I'm not here for Lord Scaramouche, I'm here with the Fair Lady," You inform, walking up the stairs to get to your floor, "So you should do your best to avoid her... Don't tell her I said that."

"La Signora?" Childe frowns, "But why are you with her? You're Scaramouche's subordinate, aren't you? Did something happen?"

You shrug, "My Lord was sent somewhere, but that's all I know since he refused to tell me anything more. He said he could be gone for a while, so in the meantime he ordered me to assist any other Harbinger so that my skill isn't going to waste. The only person he prohibited for me to help was the Doctor, so there's that."

You're too busy to not trip over the stairs to see the look on Childe's face. Maybe if you were paying more attention, you would've noticed how... guilty he looked when you mentioned the Balladeer was sent somewhere.

"So that's why I'm here with La Signora. Before this, I was with the Knave."

"I heard she's a stone cold bitch," Kazuki hums, "I hope that wasn't too unbearable."

"Ooh, watch your tone in the presence of another Harbinger," You snicker, "Lord Childe might rat you out."

"Ah!" The ginger makes an exaggerated noise as if he was offended, "Comrade! I would do no such thing!"

"It's true. Lord Childe's favorite pastime is to shit talk-"

"Ah-ha ha ha! Ah, Kazuki...!" The Harbinger clears his throat, sending a not very subtle message to keep the other quiet.

"Yeah, yeah," You hum, walking down the short hall until you get to your door, "So, Mr. Zhongli, what do you do for a living? I don't think I've had the chance to ask yet."

Appreciating that he could be part of the conversation now, the brunette offers you a smile even if you couldn't see it, "I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I perform all manners of ritual for burying the dead, along as funeral rites for the adepti."

"Oh wow! That's pretty serious stuff. And that's really admirable too, you know? It can't be easy being surrounded by death all the time, and having being the one to send them off too? Your work is very important to a lot of people, Mr. Zhongli. I hope you take a lot of pride in that."

Zhongli smiles a little more genuinely at your words, "I'm glad you understand and see the importance as well. It's nice to meet and talk to someone who can appreciate what I do... No offense, Childe."

"Wha–Well, I didn't take offense until after you said that!"

"Me personally, sir," Kazuki leans towards the ginger, "I wouldn't let that slide."

"Do NOT be an instigator, Kazuki!" You laugh.

Putting your shit in the room didn't take too long, as you told them you'll properly put it all away later tonight. You did forget that Kazuki plans on keeping you busy for a long time, so it might actually have to wait until tomorrow morning. But that's tomorrow's problem.

Today? It's your day off and you might as well spend it with some friends while you can.

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05 . 14 . XXXX

My Dearest Scaramouche,

...

...

Ha ha! I bet that got your attention, didn't it? Since I've never addressed my letters to you that way; it's always been "To My Lord" and all that. I thought the change would be funny, and it would keep you on your toes.

Let's see.

It's been about five months since I've last seen you, five months since you were sent away by Lord Pierro. I wonder... I'll just be frank. I am, admittedly, getting worried about you.

I've been told my letters are getting to you, but I haven't received anything back. And if you had died, I CERTAINLY would've gotten word about it, too. But that might be very presumptuous of me to assume that you'd even write back. We're not remotely close, or friends for that matter, so you have no reason to respond. But you ARE my boss, and it's always been my duty to protect you.

How have you been? I hope you haven't been through too much, I know how much work inconveniences you very easily. How are the people who accompanied you? I heard you only brought along two other people; are you treating them well? Are they treating YOU well?

I've done as you said, helping the other Harbingers, staying clear of Il Dottore, doing my best, not letting my skill go to waste.

...

Do you remember all those months ago when we investigated those Treasure Hoarders? Noah, Ivan, and Isaac? And when we got the information we needed from them, you...

I think about them a lot. You had the mercy of allowing me to look away and not help you bury them, but I still carry the burden knowing that we had killed them. That YOU killed them and I did nothing about it. I always took it for granted, how you always let my hands stay clean, how you never forced me to look.

... I've seen a lot of fucked up shit when I was working with the other Harbingers, especially the Knave. They made me do horrible things too. Well... normal things expected of a Fatui, I think.

For the past month, I've been working with the Fair Lady, and we've been residing in Liyue. I don't really do much. She makes me do paper work, help out at the Northland Bank, keep tabs on Lord Tartaglia and Mr. Zhongli of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She hasn't told me why, but I honestly think she might just be nosy. Don't tell her I said that, okay?

Kazuki has been a little more... reserved? I don't know what happened to him while we were separated, but I hope one of these days, he can open up to me and tell me what's happened to him. He's my best friend, you know? He's my person. Did you have someone like that before? DO you have someone like that?

I'm getting a little sleepy now, so I'll wrap this up. I know you're getting these, but I have no idea if you're reading them or not. If you don't, then that's fine. At least then you wouldn't have to read all my embarrassing thoughts.

And if you do...

I hope you're okay, and I hope I can see you again soon. Please take care.

Your faithful servant,

[L/n]

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"Hmph..." Scaramouche smiles tiredly, "What an idiot..."

He sighs through his nose and folds the paper up, tucking it away in his open kimono for safe keeping with the rest of the letters. He looks down at the two spots near his camp. Two half-assed graves that he made almost immediately when he arrived.

The two that had accompanied him survived the best they could, but he's not completely surprised that they have died after a few years. After all, they're only human.

It's moments like these where he's glad he fought tooth and nail to convenience Pierro to let you stay behind with the other Harbingers instead of letting you accompany him.

In your letter, you said it's been about five months since he had departed, but to him it's been nearly three centuries. Time works differently in the Abyss. If he had to make the estimate, one day to you is about one year for him. So by that measurement, you've been sending him letters once every two weeks, but he's only been receiving them once every 40 years or so.

He's actually very grateful for your letters. It helps him keep track of time, helps him stay somewhat sane, helps him remember that it hasn't ACTUALLY been 300 years, helps him not feel THAT lonely...

It helps remind him you haven't died, and that you're still waiting for him.

You're still waiting for him...

Scaramouche stands up and works to put out the fire.

He can't send you anything back even if he wanted to, the only papers he has are for his reports back to Pierro and he's already running out. You'll just have to wait for him for a little while longer.

For now, he'll do the best he can to hurry up. It's not that he particularly cares about you, but he supposes he should repay you with his presence.

It's the least he can do in return for all your letters.

Scaramouche leaves his camp with a slight smile.

He can't let himself die, he's extremely looking forward to your next letter, after all.

[thedemoninmywalls]

How would Rire react to Aro trying to show off for him? Like doubtful she would but if she like. Tried to set up a date night or something. Just pondering 🤔

This was such a fun ask, thank you!! Short answer: he'd be amused and try to turn it against her. Long answer: fic below the cut!

Aro took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She felt like her whole skin was buzzing with tense excitement. 

Rire had finally agreed to go out on a date. 

Besides going to work, Aro hadn't been allowed outside at all since she met Rire. She desperately missed walking around the city streets, seeing the nightlife, and being around people. 

But she knew Rire didn't trust her enough to go out by herself. So she suggested that they go together to some fancy restaurant or bar. Like a date. 

“A date?” Rire had repeated, eyebrows raised in amusement. “How romantic of you, pet. Should I buy you flowers? Chocolate perhaps?” 

Despite his mockery, Aro could tell he was interested in the idea. Rire got bored easily, and as much as he enjoyed tormenting Aro in her apartment, he was always up for a little variety. 

For Aro's part, she just wanted to be in public again, surrounded by normal people, where she could at least pretend to be normal. Besides, she deserved a night out at a fancy restaurant after all the crap she’d been through lately. 

So that's how Rire and Aro ended up at La Rock, a French place in one of the richer parts of town. It was the kind of restaurant where you got all dressed up and spent a lot of money. 

Of course, Rire fit right in - he looked like he’d been going to this place every night of his life. He was even a little impressed by the tasteful elegance of the decor. Aro felt a little uncomfortable in the stuffy atmosphere, but at least the food would be good. 

After sitting down to their white-clothed table, Aro nervously cleared her throat. 

“It's, uh, pretty nice here, huh?” 

“Yes, you chose well,” Rire agreed. 

Aro lifted her menu in front of her face to hide how she blushed from the praise. 

In no time at all, a waiter arrived at their table in a crisp, shiny uniform. 

“May I take your order?” he asked Aro first. 

“Um, yeah,” Aro glanced at her menu. “I’ll have – eek!” 

Under the table, a slimy tentacle brushed against Aro’s leg. 

The poor waiter nearly jumped, startled by her outburst. 

“S-Sorry,” Aro squeaked, her face red from embarrassment. “I’ll have t-the pesto ravioli. And water, please.” 

She felt the tentacle creep up her thigh. 

“I’ll have the teriyaki salmon,” said Rire politely. “And an herbal tea, thank you.” 

As soon as the waiter left their table, Aro shot Rire a deadly glare. 

“Stop it,” she hissed. “I know it's you.” 

“I don't know what you're talking about, dear.” 

Under the table, his tentacle pressed into the crotch of her dress. 

“If you keep touching me, I’ll scream,” Aro warned. “So loud that everyone will hear.” 

“Don't be silly,” Rire smiled. “You don't want to make a scene, do you?” 

Aro hesitated. No, she didn't want to ruin the one night she had to be out in public. 

She tried to push her legs together, but the tentacles forced them apart. She did manage to stab one of them with a fork, but it didn't do much to stop them. 

Thankfully, the waiter returned, carrying heavy plates of food. The ravioli was delicious, but Aro found it hard to focus on eating when Rire’s tentacles were teasing her under the table. 

They rubbed against her underwear, poking and prodding her sex until she couldn't stand it. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” she excused herself abruptly, and left the table without another glance. She half-expected Rire to call her back, but he didn't. 

In the bathroom, Aro took deep breaths and splashed water on her face. She felt a little better now, but she dreaded going back out there. 

“I can do this,” she whispered at her reflection, hyping herself up for her inevitable return to Rire’s table. 

Feeling sufficiently bolstered, Aro turned to leave the bathroom - and was surprised to see Rire walk in instead. 

“What are you doing?!” she hissed, stepping back as he approached. “You can't be in here! You– gah!” 

Without a word, Rire seized the back of her dress and shoved her into one of the bathroom stalls. She hit her knee hard on the porcelain toilet. With one hand Rire pinned her head to the wall. With the other hand he pulled her dress up above her hips. 

“Stop–!” Aro tried to shriek, but Rire clapped a hand over her mouth. She flailed helplessly against the strong solidity of his grip. 

She almost screamed again when he entered her, his large member stretching her walls painfully. Aro moaned into his hand, drool dripping between his fingers. Even then she tried to keep quiet. The idea of someone walking in on this was absolutely horrifying. It felt like the walls of the tiny stall were closing in. The relentless pounding of his hips into her body was too much. She couldn’t take much more of this. Aro squeezed her eyes shut and silently begged for it to stop – And suddenly, it did. Aro opened her eyes. She was still in the restaurant, still in the bathroom - but completely alone. There were no signs of an altercation or any kind of assault. Even her dress was uncrumpled and normal. She was panting heavily. Did that really happen? Was it just a daydream? Or one of Rire’s sick mind games? Aro left the bathroom, feeling shaken and unsteady. Even if it wasn’t real, it sure felt real. Right now she just wanted to eat and go home and crawl into bed. Of course, Rire was sitting at the table unbothered, as if he had been there all along. But the plates of food were gone. The table was empty except for the bill, which Rire had already paid. “Oh, I’m sorry, pet,” Rire said in a tone of fake concern. “You were in the bathroom so long that I thought you had finished eating. So I paid and had the plates cleared away.” Aro felt like the floor had been swept out from under her feet. She opened her mouth to protest, and closed it again. Nor did she argue when Rire stood up and put an arm around her shoulder. There was nothing to say. “I’ll cook something at home if you’re still hungry,” Rire offered as he guided her out of the restaurant. “Home-cooked food is healthier anyway. Let’s go.” As they left, Aro glanced back into the restaurant, knowing well that it would be the last glimpse of public life she’d get for a long, long time. 

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: BBU Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: Spider has been with her owner for some time

Rayce, pt2 [Prev | Next]

Brunch is excellent. The restaurant is open and spacious, warm wooden furnishings contrasted against the enormous glass front that lets in the light. Spider eats avocado toast with a knife and fork, cutting it into carefully geometric squares while smiling and nodding and giggling as Avon talks about his clients. 

He's very witty really, when he cares to make her laugh. 

The food is wonderful. The atmosphere is pleasant. The staff are polite, even to the Pet.

And all the while, excitement fizzes in her stomach. The arguments are forgotten, as is the leash looped securely round the table leg. She can't wait to get home. And for once Avon seems charmed by her impatience.

The driver takes them right to the front door. Avon unclips Spider's leash, but pauses with his hand on the door as he lets her out of the car. 

"Don't make a mess," he says. "If you think you're going to draw blood, do it on a tiled floor. Remember to take him to a bathroom sooner rather than later. Oh, and mind your fingers. I'm told he bites." "Yes, Sir." "Go on then," he allows with a smile. "Have fun."

He lets her out, and she practically skips up the steps to get back to her new prize.

Handler Rayce is exactly where she left him, except that he's managed to tip onto his side by squirming. He's crying, and the sight sends a full-body thrill across her skin.

Her domineering, powerful, unmovable Handler, who always had her in the palm of his hand, who made her heart race with fear, who withheld food and sleep and hygiene and relief from pain at a whim – her Handler reduced to messy, snotty crying around the bit between his teeth. 

It's no surprise. She would be quite unhappy after a couple of hours in that position, and she is much more flexible than Rayce.

He sees her in the door, and his eyes widen. Spider feels weak in the knees, almost queasy with thrill and desire and dread.

The collar, so normal on other Pets or her own reflection, looks so perverse around his neck. 

She crosses the carpet to fold to her knees in front of him. Respect, his voice whispers in her thoughts. His chest rises and falls with tiny, rapid breaths, trying not to put any more strain on his shoulders.

Spider cups his cheek with a hand. It's sticky – nearly slick – with tears and drool. "Hello, Handler," she breathes. "I missed you." He makes an inarticulate noise in his throat, garbled by the plastic bar across his tongue. 

On a whim, Spider leans down and kisses him, her lips soft against his stretched taut by the gag.

If she unchains him, will he be weak enough that she is safe from him? Or will he flip her, pin her to the floor, and twist her joints until she cries and promises to behave?

Remembering the warning, she's careful to keep her fingers away from his teeth as she unbuckles the gag at the back of his head. 

The bit falls from his mouth and he works his jaw weakly, trying to ease the pain from the muscles. There are deep, bleeding sores at the corners of his mouth. He must have spent a lot of time gagged – Spider supposes that's what happens if you bite your handlers.

"H-hhelp - me -?" he rasps pitifully.

Power thrills through Spider's stomach, a tingle in her core so intense it's uncomfortable. 

He thinks she's a potential ally.

She can't wait to strip him of that delusion.

But… Avon told her to take him to the bathroom first. And that will be much easier if he cooperates. In her daydreams, she didn't think about how much heavier he is than her. 

"I will, Handler," she promises softly, cupping his snotty cheek again. "I'm here."

She has the key to the cuffs tucked under her clothes. It's warm from resting against her skin. His hands and feet are purple and a little swollen, and the metal bites deeply into the flesh.

He twitches and makes hoarse sounds of protest at her touch. He isn't well trained. She isn't sure if she's excited or disappointed. She wanted to tell him what to do and be obeyed. But at the same time… would he still be her Handler if they'd trained him better?

It's difficult to pry the cuff off his ankle, more difficult than it was to get it on. "Shhh," she soothes, "I'm helping, I'm sorry it hurts."

When she gets it loose, all the tension of his bowed body abruptly loads onto the remaining cuff. Rayce groans loudly, sounding on the verge of panic. His freed limbs flail weakly, trying to find purchase on the floor. His eyes are wild and unfocused.

"Handler?" Spider wavers, voice sweet as sugar, as she sits back on her heels to watch him squirm. He’s too drugged to see the avaricious intent in her gaze. "What should I do, sir?"

He's gasping too much to answer promptly. Spider did this. She made him hurt. She made him afraid.

"Help me," he manages to force out again. "Hhelp – get me – get me out of –"

Another moan interrupts his words as Spider takes hold of the remaining pair of cuffs. She can't resist tugging a little more than she has to as she sets him free. 

This, this is power.

Handler Rayce groans through the painful return of his limbs to neutral positions, then finally goes limp, face down on the floor. Spider leans over him to unlock the trailing cuffs from his wrists. His purpled fingers don't even twitch.

On an impulse, she takes one of his hands in hers. Rayce makes small sounds as his shoulder and elbow move, but he's very passive with the drugs still in his system. His eyes are all pupil. 

At first, still numb, he doesn't react to Spider's fingers rubbing circles on the palm of his hand. Then, as sensation starts to return, he tries to twitch away. 

Spider is intimately familiar with the pins and needles that follow restricted circulation. After a couple of hours like this, it won't be just a tingle or a prickle. It will truly feel like needles and pins stabbing into the skin over and over, accompanied by a deep and fiery ache. 

And every touch and movement makes it sharper. 

"A-ah - nnh - hurts -" Rayce protests. "Don't worry," Spider promises, "I'll make it better, sir." And she is. The pain will be more intense in the moment, but it will also be over sooner. "Nno," slurs her Handler, "Llleave't alone…" Bad Pet, Spider thinks. 'No' isn't a part of your vocabulary. "I'm sorry, sir," she lies with a smile, "I can't understand you."

Massage was a part of her training – for any part of the body. Ordinarily she would focus on the muscles – the meat of the thumb and the narrow, difficult muscles between the long bones of the palm. 

For this little spiteful massage she focuses her attention mostly on the sensitive pads of the fingers and the ball of the hand. 

Rayce twitches and whines and protests until finally the sensation flips from painful to pleasant and he relaxes with a soft, drawn-out moan. So Spider takes his other hand -- still burning – and is rewarded with more helpless complaints.

But the fun can't last forever. Spider checks Rayce’s feet to make sure they too have returned to a more normal colour, then tries to help him to the bathroom.

He can barely stand, and she can't really take his weight when he falls against her. They stumble their way clumsily through the house leaning on walls and pausing often, until eventually she gets him into the downstairs bathroom and can let him collapse onto the tiles. 

He needs telling several times before he understands to use the toilet, and Spider has to help him up onto it. She turns her back, and hopes he manages without making a mess – or falling and cracking his skull.

She’ll have to help him wash. That might be fun, actually. Suddenly, achingly, with a flutter in her chest, she misses the feel of his skin on hers.

And she wants to know if his body will still respond to the sight of her.

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary46

10/23-24/2023

monday-tuesday

wwhateversss

i wrote a new song today, which is surprising i think, i didn't expect to, i just ended up getting a sound i liked and wanted to keep going with it. there's some re-rewriting to do on it but like, minor stuff i think. maybe i can add some more synths or something too, that would be cool, i think some of these new songs are maybe like, a bit too minimal, which makes sense cuz how else are you supposed to make a pv song that's 50 seconds long other than stripping away everything that's unnecessary, but it might be fun to have something really high and annoying at a couple points.

anyways i am super hungry and i brushed my teeth but like it hurts basically, so i am going to eat a bunch of goldfish crackers. sad that they aren't the whole grain variety. i will feel so dumb tomorrow i bettt lollllll. but whatever i am hungrryyy.

i think a good thing is that today i am pretty tired early on, or earlier than usual. up until 3 i am usually doing stuff and maybe i'll be up that late again but idk, it's 2 now and i feel like i could sleep.

thinking about sleep, i had a weird dream this morning, about my gf, her friends, and my friends, all in a big car on a roadtrip, we were in the south, and in this town that was falling apart, i think we went to a target and i started working there, i remember some kind of stress and hurry about some retail-zone. we passed a mall that was supposedly super fucked up, this gave me visions of something like yume nikki, pixel art alternate reality or something, my friend alex poked me, we laughed in the way we do (something in particular about how he and i interact makes me feel like an adult. it's weird. i think because he's so mature and relaxed, he's not relaxed in the stoner way like some friends, and he isn't neurotic like my artist friends, he's profound (really, actually) in how he's, not normal, but secure, fine, himself, you know) and that pulled me out of my vision, i don't think it was inside the mall, it was like a vision of history or like, the under-reality of that place. the mall was weird, it was huge, brutalist, it had a huge advertisement for a washed up popstar from the 70s on it. i don't think a real one. a man with that kind of puffy hair with bangs, brown suit, the photo giving him an off pallor, and another vision, a department store in the depths of the 70s, busy, all the women with those huge bouffants, brown carpet, dimmed eyes, a filter on everything, and the 70s is maybe located next to brown in my head, that retail hell, all the clothes though, on recollection, had the conservatism of the 60s. something about my family's dining sets, the forks, the knives, the table ornaments and the table itself, it's all seated there. the department store was flat, every display was waist high and it went on forever, i was among the women shopping, and the mall was lakeside. i was hungry, and there was a wendy's. the wendy's was on the water, it had a shiny pink roof, the reflective pink dome of circus circus absorbed into the iconography of wendy's, that's how it always was (it kind of is, i remember a wendy's almost like that, only in a parking lot like normal) and it had poles deep into what seemed a radioactive ruin (the lake, stilts, or something similar, i dunno, the supports) the water was still. we wanted there to be a drive thru, or maybe my gf's friends wanted that, hating adventure. someone said something about one of the oldest of her friends (30s) being young. that friend's in china now. how strange. i don't know what i ordered. i think that was around when i woke up.

when i woke up, i was sad, i wanted to live in that dream for a while longer, i liked the atmosphere, the vision of the south it gave me was strange. the landscape, outside of the mall, target, was very green, not rolling, just dense, unbothered grass as tall as it wanted, and the vague threat in that.

anyways i made this, out of boredom or something, i dunno, i felt like making some kind of image out of all the visual junk i've been collecting. i will probably use these materials somewhere else but i just wanted to fuck around.

not much else today. my gf ate out today, i didn't have to cook, which is good, tomorrow i will cook and basically use everything we have in the fridge, which is pretty exciting i guess. it means we'll leave the house the next day without anything to worry about, which is not what happened when we left for denver. that makes me feel super super dumb.

anyways i am sleepyyyyyyy, so

byebye!!!!!!!

[raystakes]

Thoughts on Principles

It is my belief that one of the most common problems that causes significant drama, whether it be online or in friendships, is a lack of principles, whether these be ethical or political principles.

An example would be Chick-Fil-A. I am aware of the causes they fund, and that they in general have supported groups that actively seek to deny LGBTQ people respect and dignity. (To those who say they stopped, they only paused it because they got in trouble for it. They also got stealthier about it, supporting causes that don't explicitly mark themselves as anti-LGBTQ, but still do harm to queer people.) I have never, not once, purchased or eaten at Chick-Fil A. I, without question, refuse to give my money to them. I have many friends (all of which are not part of the LGBTQ community) who will justify their consumption by reasons such as that the food is really good, or that it's not that much money they spend. To me, these are the words of someone without principles. If you are going to put your own personal indulgence (the chicken is apparently good) over the rights and lives of others you claim to support, you should not claim to support those people in the first place. I would rather see the vulnerable supported then have tasty chicken.

Another great example would be the (by now long-outside of the vogue) Hogwarts game drama. Again, the lack of principle shows itself. Streamers who claim to support trans people gladly forked over money to buy the game and forked over their time and the time of their audiences to support it. Do I agree with the extreme harassment that some of these people received for playing the game? Not really. Do I think it reflects poorly on the character of said content creators, and would I stop watching their content? Yes. When a close friend of mine told me had purchased the game, I asked him why. The answer was one that I had seen online- "Harry Potter meant a lot to me as a kid, and I always wanted a game like this". To me, this is not a valid excuse. I have nostalgia for documentaries about the Titanic, but would I support a full-scale re-enactment, complete with 1500 deaths? Of course not. Again, if people are willing to put their own indulgence (this game is fun!) over the rights and lives of those they claim to support, they might as well not claim to support them in the first place. J.K. Rowling & Harry Potter is a more significant example, as buy purchasing the game, you directly support her and the causes she represents. You might as well just donate the $60 to an anti-trans fund yourself.

It's difficult to manage the feelings of frustration with others for their lack of self-awareness, as they somewhat knowingly fund causes that harm those they claim to stand behind. It's a concerning reminder that people are far more willing to compromise their values in the search for immediate comfort then we might want to believe.

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*Jackson was desperate to hear you laugh but hearing you retort back at him was an even better response, your wit and banter being one of the reasons he was falling for you so hard and so fast, your ability to keep up and always have a comeback primed and ready to go was so sexy, you being someone he could talk to for hours on end and never get bored which is something he never found in a person, finding everyone either too annoying or too boring and bland, even Madison couldn’t keep up with him although he didn’t try all that hard to have long meaningful conversations with her* So bossy. Last time I checked, I was the boss. You don’t get to tell me what to do. *he points his fork at you, his eyes playfully narrowed, a small smile splayed on his lips as he takes another bite of his eggs, nearly choking when you looked at him like that, everything about you being so damn alluring, his jaw forgetting how to chew his food as he got lost looking at you* *you broke the eye contact and he came back to himself slightly, able to properly chew and focus on his food, finding himself glancing at you every so often and giving you a smile every time your eyes would meet, that being your own little way of you both acknowledging what had transpired and how the remnants of it were still hanging in the air, but the longer you two sat there and ate, the less suffocating the room started to feel* *he lets out a quiet laugh as you call yourself best assistant ever, nodding* I guess you could say that. I’d give you a glowing reference… considering you kept me alive. I’m not entirely sure what I would’ve done if I was alone. Probably would’ve bored myself to death before starvation happened, though. *he sets his plate to the side once he was done, feeling completely satisfied and full, sighing as he leaned back against the leg of the couch and closing his eyes momentarily, unaware of how the shadows and light from the fire was reflecting off his face, feeling sleepy all over again due to the food* I bet my partners think I died or something. *he speaks softly, knowing you’d be able to hear him, keeping his eyes closed, not even able to feel properly bothered by that fact, knowing once the power was restored, he’d have a lot of explaining to do and probably well over 500 emails to read through, but right now, all tat seemed like a task for the future*

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*feels overjoyed at your playfulness, eyes lighting up as I laugh when you point your fork at me, throwing my head back with my laugh as my eyes crinkle in amusement, this playful side of you being so unexpected but I loved it, giggling happily as I look at you with bright eyes, cheeks flushed* Fork in the face is grounds for a disciplinary Mr Ford. *teases right back, grinning at you and the tension disappearing with the light and fun play between us, both of us eating our food and sighing in satisfaction as I finish sipping at my coffee, putting my plate down on the floor as well before looking up at you with a grin, appreciating your compliment and knowing you were teasing but I liked it all the same* Glad I could entertain at least. *smiles before I get caught watching you adjust, heart tightening in my chest as I lean back and completely relax, feeling so overwhelmed just admiring you soak up the warmth of the fire, never expecting that I would have the privilege to be around you as you showed your vulnerability and relaxed, it meaning a lot to me as I knew you well enough to know you probably didn’t relax at all, wanting to take a snapshot of this moment and bask in it* *lets out a soft sigh as I just let my eyes flicker over your face, you truly being so beautiful and even more so when the features of your face softened* *hears your words and smiles a little* Whatever chaos awaits us, we’ll face it together okay? I’m sure the storm impacted many more than just you. *smiles a little, hoping to ease your worries a little* And if anything, this storm gave us a chance to have a break and you more than anyone deserves that. 

[randomshyperson]

Breaking Rules - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Limits on darkhold consumption must be respected. If not, the punishment can be quite unpleasurable. Or the one where you tell your witch girlfriend that she shouldn't read the book of the damned so much, and the scarlet witch says she can take it. || This Love Drabbles/One shots (can be read separately)

Warnings: (+18) heavy smut, brat!bottom wanda (i think), top!reader a bit dom too, rough sex, breaking the bed, strap on use, a lot of overstimulation (wanda), some praise, fingering, nipple grabbing | Words: 2.386k

A/N-> When I started doing these stories separate from the main fic I thought I would have dozens of ideas, but now I'm doing other things. Anyway, I hope you like this one too and drink water!

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--//--

Working at New Asgard may have looked fun, but it was sure exhausting.

Besides keeping you busy for hours - or days as was the case on this special occasion - you were away from your girlfriend, which should be considered a crime.

You trusted that Wanda would respect your request for her not to overdo the darkhold use while you were away, and were planning a movie night with her in the comfort of the bed you shared when you arrived at a dark and cold cabin.

And so you immediately understood that Wanda hasn't put the book down since you left.

With your jaw tensed and in determined steps, you made your way to the bedroom and had your confirmation. 

There she was, the Scarlet Witch in all her glory, floating in the air with her eyes closed. The red glow around her made your skin prickle.

You sighed tiredly, approached the bedside bench, and lifted the object without difficulty. You positioned yourself so that it wouldn't hit your beautiful girlfriend's face, and threw the seat into the darkhold - Effectively knocking the book to the floor and breaking Wanda's hypnotic state, who fell to the mattress sitting up, frowning in confusion that soon turned to indignation when she understood what happened.

"Have you gone fucking crazy?" She questioned irritated, but no more so than you.

"Go eat and drink something now." You retorted ignoring her question with an order. Wanda shuddered with the tone but lifted her chin not to show it.

"I'm not hung-" Your hand gripping her face tightly made her shut her mouth, she whimpered next because you kissed her so hard she barely had time to grab the sheets for some kind of support. You pulled back before she could properly respond, a bite on her bottom lip as you did so, sent a wave of heat through her entire body.

“Do I have to repeat myself?" You questioned and Wanda almost whimpered again, her face burning as she bit her tongue to hold the sound in. She liked it when she was in control, but she was never going to complain about when you did that - not when you got so hot when you're angry. - Wanda didn't trust her ability to respond properly, and shook her head in the negative, stumbling away from the bed when you gave her room to stand up.

She could feel your irritation even in another room, while she was having her first real meal since you left. Wanda could also feel the book, her cells itching on a spiritual level to keep consuming the pages, but all she could focus on was your presence.

You, on the other hand, seemed quite comfortable ignoring her. You came into the room after your shower and were clearly upset. Wanda made dinner for you both, in an attempt to improve your mood, but you merely thanked her with a kiss on her cheek that made her grip her fork tighter, before turning your attention to the food.

She tried to ask about work, but as soon as you reflected the question back to her, and she had to answer that she was studying, your irritation seemed to worsen.

You washed the dishes, and Wanda went to the shower. Once she left the room, accidentally (as if) wearing your favorite nightgown, she found you locking the book with your magic.

"Wow, what are you doing?" She questioned in a mix of confusion and desperation, but you just nodded to the completion of the spell and turned to her with a neutral expression.

"You know the rules, sweetheart." You replied. "If you abuse it, you need a week's cleaning."

"B-but I didn't...."

"Lying adds days." You cut in, and Wanda bites her tongue, shutting up. You sigh wearily, sitting up in bed as you mutter, "And they increase my migraine."

She takes a step forward. "We should talk about this. I've been meditating while you've been away. I don't need those rules anymore."

You give a dry laugh, looking at her. "Is that so?" But Wanda doesn't flinch, having a hard time ignoring the darkhold fading in the containment spell in the corner of the room.

"As a Scarlet Witch, my abilities are exceptional." She begins her speech, just like them-no, her. She thought about this, right? - "The limitations of ordinary witches do not apply to me. I can resist influence. A few hours is nothing."

"You really think so?" You ask in a false tone that you were buying this whole story, and Wanda, in all her frenzy to get her book back, nods frantically.

"Detka, please trust me on this one. A few extra hours is nothing."

"How many?" You question as you stand again, and Wanda flinches a bit from the proximity, almost losing her line of thought. "How many extra hours did you stay reading?"

"Um... I haven't stopped since last night." She confessed almost embarrassed, looking down at the floor. You used your finger to gently lift her chin, and Wanda felt her face heat up at the intense way you stared at her.

"That's almost 17 hours, my dear." You spoke in a low tone, caressing Wanda's face with your hand. "Do you understand how absurd your request is? When do you plan to sleep or eat if you study all day?"

Wanda swallows dryly but does not give up.

"I-I could project!" She says, and you hum, raising one of your eyebrows. 

"You really don't think seventeen is too much?" Wanda quickly denied it, and you sighed. "Okay, since you don't think so."

Wanda let out an excited little hop, jumping on your neck, and you wasted no time in deepening the kiss she started, surprising her a little. But she wasn't complaining. She missed you after all.

Your hands moved downward as the kiss became more hungry and passionate, and soon you were grabbing Wanda's ass and pressing it forward, drawing gasps from both of you.

You commented about her choice of clothing, complimenting her for being so considerable, but Wanda could barely take in anything with your fingers dancing over her covered clit.

Her legs threatened to give out as her orgasm approached - almost too quickly for her to be embarrassed, you hadn't even touched her properly yet. But it made you smile against the kiss, pressing your fingers harder as you drew patterns on her wet intimacy and a moment later, getting her first orgasm of the night.

Wanda grunted in satisfaction, mentally thanking you for the grip on her waist or she would have slipped to the floor.

"Lie there, pretty girl. We're not done yet." You whispered in her ear, and Wanda broke apart still dreamy from her climax, lazily crawling onto the mattress. 

The sight of her ass inclined toward you made you grunt impatiently, and grab Wanda's waist tightly, eliciting a surprised moan when she felt the hard bulge against her - definitely magically placed there.

"Fuck, malysha." She grunted aroused, following the rhythm of your tugging and grinding into the strap-on. She was soaked in no time, dripping down her thighs. 

Your mouth kissed her body until you leaned over her, reaching for her ear. "Grab on to something." It was your only warning in a panting whisper before you pushed the fabric of her panties aside, plunging three fingers in at once. Wanda moaned loudly, one hand gripping the headboard tightly and the other the sheet. She was so wet that you had no trouble sliding out and in again, trying to find your rhythm. She almost cried out in pleasure, her knees threatening to give way on the bed.

"You always feel so good, my love. So warm and tight." You praise almost as affected as she, loosening her waist to open your pants. You raged at the trembling of your own fingers and used magic to vanish the clothes. Wanda shivered through the cold air but was more occupied with the strokes of your fingers inside her, her climax approaching with speed. "I thought I needed to stretch you out, but look what a hungry pussy you have, baby. Taking three fingers so well."

Wanda moaned arousingly. She loved it when you engaged in dirty talk to her - It wasn't so often, you both hold on to a nature that was more playful, and she loved that too of course. So when it happened, it never failed to turn her on completely, which you could tell too, by the new wave of wetness that swarmed your fingers and made you giggle mischievously against Wanda.

"Please, dorogoya." She managed to gasp, trying to press harder against your fingers. You denied nothing, sinking deeper and allowing Wanda to reach her height the next minute, her back arched and her mouth open in a deep moan as she squeezed your fingers. 

Wanda barely had time to come down from her high, still in a trance from the intense orgasm, when she felt the tip of your strap at her entrance. Her body jerked, the sensitivity strong and causing her to move away on instinct, but you gripped her waist tightly.

"Where do you think you're going? We're just getting started." You questioned with a mischievousness in your voice that made her shudder. Soon, the fake cock slid inside and Wanda had to grip the sheets tightly, a moan ripping through her throat as she felt you fill her whole. Your gasping moan made her understand that the object was enchanted for you to feel it too. "You feel so, so good, Wanda. Fuck, you have no idea."

Well, she surely did feel good herself. Despite the sensitivity, she was full to the bottom and soon your hands grabbed her breasts, the extra stimulation on her nipples making her whimper with pleasure.

"D-detka, please!" She moaned, not knowing exactly what she was begging for. Wanda only knew that she needed to feel more of you and she needed the knot forming again to be broken soon. You were not gentle - Holding her breasts tightly for some kind of support as you thrust roughly inside her, the headboard slamming against the wall as you moved. Wanda became a mess of moans and whimpers, and the way you were pounding inside her, she didn't have to look to know her eyes were glowing red, her climax approaching.

You were in ecstasy. Wanda's pussy was squeezing your cock tighter and tighter by the second - and despite the limitations of magic, it felt fucking good. Her wetness dripped between you, and the sounds of your thrusts were mingled with your moans of pleasure echoing through the room. You left her breast to grab her hair, arching her back a little and improving the reach of the strap-on further, and Wanda practically screamed, bouncing against the toy in a frantic rhythm in search of her high.

"Yes! Fuck, detka, r-right there!" Wanda came high-pitched, a small red explosion escaping her hands and destroying a part of the headboard. You slowed the pace but did not leave her, fucking her beyond her orgasm until it was too much.

Wanda let out a groan of satisfaction, moving one of her hands back in a quiet warning that she was too sensitive but to her surprise, you picked up your pace again.

"B-babe, I need, oh, a break." She tries between gasping breaths, and you grunt softly, sliding out and spinning her on the bed to be on top. Wanda smiles as she feels your lips on hers, but just as she's about to reciprocate the kiss, you slide back in, and she gasps out in a loud moan that makes you giggle mischievously. "N-no... it's too much...." She tries in a whimper, but she's copying the rhythm of your intense thrusts as she throws her hips forward, the knot in her belly ready to explode again.

"Too much? But you said seventeen was nothing..." You tease back before sinking into her hard, one hand gripping her thigh open and giving you even more access. Wanda arches her back, and you can't resist marking her neck with hickeys.

Despite the hidden innuendo in your words that made her shudder at the possibility, she manages to give an affected chuckle.

"That's... not even humanly possible." She tries to ration between moans, you never failing inside her and her orgasm approaching. 

"Good thing you're the Goddess of Chaos, right Scarlet Witch?" You mock, sinking into her at a more brutal and faster pace.

–//-

It was almost morning when you had mercy. Wanda couldn't feel her legs, the delicious tingling as you thrust inside her one last slow and breathtaking time.

Half the bed and the sheets were destroyed, and your back was scarred with several red scratches.

Your hips moved against hers, and Wanda gasped with each movement, her hands clenched in yours.

She came with a deep moan, muffled by the bite she took on your shoulder, which only made you gasp as you came inside her. Wanda almost came again as she felt your hot cum inside but she doesn't even think she can do it anymore.

"Please...I can't...not anymore, detka...." She murmured exhausted, and you kissed her cheek gently, moving out.

"It's okay, baby, you did so well." You complimented, releasing your hands to hug her. "Almost fifteen, I'm so proud." You continued, and as you straightened up, you hugged her sideways and Wanda breathed deeply into your grip, only to jerk a bit when one of your hands moved downward and your fingers slid in. She whimpered.

"N-no, please."

"Shush, darling, just three more. You can give me, I know you can, baby." You coaxed in her ear, drawing patterns on her swollen clit, and despite the overstimulation, her hips moved on instinct. Wanda cried out in pleasure, hiding her face in the pillow and trying to escape, but your hand on her waist held her tightly as your fingers found a rhythm. "Fuck, so tight..."

You wanted to make sure Wanda would regret breaking the rules. But will she really? ‘Guess you gonna have to keep tearing orgasm after orgasm until she can't even remember her own name, let alone what the darkhold is. Not that Wanda is complaining.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Sacrifice Turned Mate

Female Lamia X GN! Reader

A/N: These next two months are going to be focused a lot on monsters/cryptids and some darker yandere ideas due to the wonderful holidays so prepare!

TW: Blood/gore(light), scratches, bruises, kidnapping, injected venom/poison, human sacrifice, snake lady, feelings of suffocation,

Synopsis: Sent as an offering to appease the lamia in the forest, you instead are turned into her unwilling mate. (Borderline smut)

"Look, my prey." She cooed in your ear. 

You winced, opening one eye to see the image in front of you. The broken mirror showed your reflection and the lamia behind, a woman with no shame in watching herself poke fun at your expense.

"Delicious..." she mumbled against your shoulder. "I can't get enough of you." 

Nyoka’s long, forked tongue came out to give a series of wet licks to your neck, each one slimier than the last. She sucked on the tender flesh of the nape of your neck, hands roaming around to grab what they could. The woman was no more handsier than usual.

"You like what I do to you, don't you.." she chuckled, continuing to defile you with noxious kisses. "Walking in here on your own free will, hardly even struggling..." Her hand moved up your loose, baggy clothes. 

Your shirt --already partly transparent-- allowed small areas of skin to show in the mirror, which became even more noticeable once the snake woman lifted the fabric upward. She pressed you hard up against her, hands daring to bruise your flesh as she nipped at you. Her hips were flush with your own as she slowly tiptoed her fingers down your belly. 

In the mirror, you could see your pathetic state. Dark circles had formed under your eyes and your legs were bruised with long purple marks, props to Nyoka. The lamia ritual of wrapping one's tail around their mate in a “loving” embrace was not designed with fragile human bodies in mind. The woman had tainted you with her appendage and bite marks, all to prove that you were nothing but hers. You loathed each mark; every time one would disappear, a new one would form out of Nyoka’s obsessive upkeep. 

Her nimble fingers reached your crotch, palming it with a soft but firm hand. She felt the warmth from your heat, taking note of how your hips swayed against her hand. 

"Already all hot and bothered, are we?" 

You bit your tongue as she rubbed circles on your clothed groin, her tail pressing even further down onto your legs. She was wrapped around you intricately, her long and girthy tail spreading your legs apart. The tail’s scales shined a dark red, its warmth making you unconsciously lean into her touch. The den Nyoka had kept you held up in was unbearably cold, purposely done for she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her warm touch; especially after an evening of sunbathing. The creature was willing to do whatever necessary to get you to come crawling.

The mirror you faced was cracked and falling apart, the golden lining around it showing rust and  decay. Though you could still see your reflection perfectly, your weak hands barely fighting off the snake woman as she fondled you. 

Her plush breasts pushed into your back as her hair tickled your shoulders. 

"Gonna be good for me, right? We can't have any incidents like last time..." Her voice lowers as she speaks when you look away; grabbing the brunt of your ass she stares at you in the mirror. "You know it's no fun when you struggle. So be a good little mouse and do as you're told." 

She laughs in your ear, her sharp teeth ghosting over your skin. Nyoka massaged the flesh of your bottom-- gripping palms full. Spreading your legs a bit more with her tail, she left your crotch visible in the mirror. Lifting up your shirt, your exposed stomach appeared like a delicious treat to her in the reflective glass. Licking her lips and pointing her nail, the lamia raked your tender flesh. Small beads of blood quickly filled the newfound gap, making your eyes go wide. 

"No!" You cried out. 

 The searing pain occurred promptly as her hand pulled back. The venom in her nails had tainted your skin, blood turning a faint black as it oozed out of you. Sweat slicked your brow as you desperately tried to cover your stomach in pain. The woman caught your hands, pulling them back and up to leave you exposed. Your soft stomach was painted with the long gash slowly leaking a dark red. The skin was irritated and pulsing. You swallowed the pained cries bubbling in your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you felt the sting of her hand press against your abdomen. 

If you could just have the upper hand this once, you prayed! The pain fueled your anger. 

You could see the cut in the mirror, maroon staining the snake woman's hand as she brought it up to her mouth, her tongue slithering out and feverishly sucking on the blood coating her fingers. Nyoka’s other hand gripped your chest, fingers grabbing the bare flesh as her nails flexed into your skin. Hearing your small hiccups of pain turn louder she massaged your chest, finger tips circling your nipple as she tried to soothe you. 

"Now now," She hushed. With her hand back down to your abdomen, you worried she'd strike you again. "Don't cry too much my prey; you've endured worse haven't you?" 

It was true; you had endured worse by her hand. You thought back to the hours she'd spent curling you up in her tail, covering you in bruises and bite marks to make sure no other lamia or creature in existence would dare to try and court you-- better yet even touch you. For hours you laid there, listening to her sweet hums and feeling the hot agony of small drops of venom entering your system. It was the woman’s way of both protecting you, and rendering you helpless. 

You panicked at seeing her claws grow nearer to your stomach. Trying to pry yourself out of her tail, your bitten and broken nails scratched at her layers of scales. Nyoka grunted, trying to squeeze you harder. But you persisted, wailing and twisting to escape. After the hours upon hours you had spent with her, you’d think you knew better than to try and run away. But the adrenaline pumping in your veins along with the poison was clouding your better judgment.

The lamia resorted to what she knew best; a move that you knew she’d use eventually, but one you hoped you’d be able to overcome. Shoving her hand past your flailing arms she pressed her palm against the heat in between your legs. Your loose tunic had fallen and was scrunched in between as she pressed hard circles to your sensitive core. The gash on your stomach was tainting the off-white fabric, dark blood garishly shining through. Your offering clothes were ripped and sullied now that you had been staying with the lamia. Her den was warm and mostly clean, but your multiple escape attempts had left you a torn, dirty mess. 

Nyoka felt you twitch against her, stubbornly trying to ignore the feeling of arousal that she was stirring. The lamia disliked having to resort to such shameless methods to get you to still, but she knew you'd be trained soon enough. With the amount of venom she implemented in your system over these past several weeks, you’d soon fall to her every touch. 

You looked away shamefully from the mirror as your body reacted to her touch, groans of refusal were slowly turning to whines. You were holding out longer than either of you expected, but you could feel each nerve growing more and more sensitive. pleasure was building up as you struggled, her hand pushing deeper, harder. 

Trying to bite her arm, you found your head seized by her other hand. She removed it from teasing your clothed nipple, grabbing your face from her arm. 

"You're naughty," she strained to say, watching you bare your teeth at her. "You're lucky I don’t pull out those pretty teeth of yours as punishment, or rip out that disobedient tongue." 

You pulled against the lamia as your hips bucked up into her hand. Snatching up your tunic she shoved her hand down into your crotch, fondling anything she could get her hands on. 

“My little prey, you're causing more trouble than you’re worth. It truly sounds like you want to be punished…” You shook your head violently, trying to suppress the moan that desired to escape. You could tell the lamia was growing frustrated with your stubbornness. “Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become.” 

She forced your smushed face to stare at yourself in the mirror, watching as she rubbed her hand in between your legs. You were spread for her, an image she would enjoy if it weren’t for your defiance. Your face was squished in between her fingers, thoughts fading in and out between enjoying the ecstasy and trying to pry yourself away from her. 

Your body was several different levels of twisted as Nyoka wrapped herself around you, tightening her coil around you to keep you down. You watched as your hips came to meet her hand, only to try and move as far away as possible. Your body was conflicted. 

Eyes turning a bloodshot red, face damp with tears and spit, you looked down and away from the mess you had become; but your shame wouldn’t stop you quite yet. You would have bitten her fingers, if it wasn’t for the wave of nausea that hit you. 

“So troublesome...” Nyoka whispered, grinning at the newfound expression on your face. Her venomous work was beginning to take effect. 

You pinched your lips shut, feeling as if you were about to vomit. The room looked like it was spinning, Nyoka’s tail feeling ten times tighter and her teasing hands far more noticeable. 

“What…” You were going to yell, growl at her, but the only thing that could come out of your mouth was a slew of unconnected words. Your head pounded as you leaned back onto her shoulder for support, unable to hold your body up alone. 

“There there… You know there are consequences for defying your mate.” She said softly. Nyoka’s fight against you also seemed to die down as her tail loosened, hand rubbing softer circles against your clothed sex. You could feel it far more easier than before, the pleasure and pain crowding your mind as you felt yourself grow hazy. Your breathing became irregular, sweat dripping from your chest as the venom entered your system. You had felt this sensation so many times before, and yet it never got easier. 

You wondered if Nyoka only chose to poison you when you were defiant to make it easier, or if it just so happened to be a coincidence. 

“Don’t feel good…I’m gonna, m’gonna…” You babbled, hiccupping as the pain from the gash on your stomach increased. 

“I know my prey. But you know what happens to naughty mates who don’t listen.” 

Nyoka licked the sweat from your neck, flicking her tongue over the bruise that was beginning to form. You let out a small noise, trying to turn away but failing. The poison had rendered your body heavy, invisible bricks holding down your weight as Nyoka ate up every bit. 

Her scarlet tail had wrapped around you lovingly, spreading your thighs as she lifted your soiled tunic again. You didn’t fight this time, too overcome with nausea and disorientation to stop her. 

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you. Touching you even though you’ve been such a rebellious little mouse…” You watched as she dug under your undergarments to reach between your thighs, lust in her delighted eyes as she searched for your hardening nipples once more. 

“No--!” You whined loudly, chest heaving as the sensation of her fondling overcoming you. 

“Yes,” She whispered, giggling at how your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hopelessness. 

You wished at every moment with her that you hadn’t been the one to be sacrificed in your village, that the creatures known as Lamias were just a bedtime story your elders made up, that you were still at home in the warmth of your bed. You wished that even if you had to endure this fate, you could have at least gotten a creature who did what it was supposed to. You weren’t supposed to be a “mate,” you were supposed to be an unfortunate meal for an insatiable beast. 

Well, to be fair, that's still exactly what you were. 

You were only able to sit there, to watch as Nyoka planted love bites to your neck, relishing every time your hip flexed from her fingers. You were grateful that at least she was mindful of her claws, gently touching you to avoid drawing blood. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tease you, softly raking her nails against your flesh to make you shiver. Trying to toss and turn away didn’t seem to help, you found. It only caused her to want to toy with you more, make you surrender to her. Your struggle motivated her.

But she was ready to push you to your limits. Pinching your oh so sensitive chest, Nyoka’s pace sped up, biting your earlobe as she watched you twitch and squirm at the newfound pleasure. Sobs began to leave your chapped lips, mixed with angry sounds of bliss. You were upset, irate, and so very worked up. Nyoka laughed at your sweet, conflicted expression. 

“Mine… my adorable little prey.”

[blackholelynn]

Missed Confession

Summary: When you get the chance to confess your crush to your best friend, will you take it?

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major; some unrequited feelings, maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: A day late, but it's better late than never! I think that may be my motto lol. Another entry for @twilightsaganetwork's appreciation week, with today's entry being "Favorite Quote"! I will put my favorite quote in bold and all I ask is that you don't laugh 😭 I genuinely have the first letters of every word of this quote on a candy bracelet, so I think it would've been a crime not to choose this one? Anyways, enjoy!

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Bella’s beat-up truck, wondering how you had even gotten into this position. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her pensive posture as she sped down the rainy road to the Rez to see Jacob. The car's speed and her dazed affect only served to make your anxiety heightened. You didn’t even know Jacob, so you were struggling to find a reason for you being there. It had just become difficult for you to leave her side after Edward left, and to see her so broken was too much for you.

“You sure you should be driving this fast?” you asked nervously, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

Bella spared you an exasperating glare before her eyes focused on the road. “I do know how to drive. That’s not something I’ve forgotten.”

“No, I wasn’t–” You cut yourself off from trying to justify the question because you were sure you came off as patronizing when you asked. Taking an extra moment to adjust your seatbelt, you sighed, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been worried about you. And not in the ‘I don’t think you can take care of yourself’ kinda way, more like the ‘my friend is in a lot of pain’ kinda way.”

“Oh…thanks.” Her muscles relaxed a bit as her defensiveness eased. The speedometer (thankfully) also seemed to lower as she let up on the gas. The heavy trees started to thin the closer you got to houses, and when a few popped up, she asked you another question. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to come if this isn’t your thing. I know you’ve never met Jacob, so it might be a little awkward.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “As long as you introduce us, it’ll all be fine. I’m just happy to spend some time with you.”

The grin on Bella’s face was a nice change from the sour expression that had started to make its home there. Her happiness was infectious and spread to you as well. You couldn’t remember having this much quality time with your best friend since she was still coming every summer to visit her dad. But that was a long time ago, and a lot had changed.

You stared at the greenery whizzing past your window as you reflected on that time. When you were younger and still a bit unsure, you dreamed about spending your life with her. You had thought it was what everyone hoped to do with their friends. Then she stopped coming around, and a few revelations later, you realized that you were absolutely and painfully in love with your best friend. To make matters worse, her return to Forks was quickly punctuated by her getting into a relationship with Edward Cullen, of all people.

I’ll just keep it to myself. She doesn’t need this right now.

As you always had done, you pushed your feelings down to spare hers. Thankfully, the truck came to a halt, and you opened the door to get some fresh air.

“Bella!” A boy’s voice called out, and you saw who you assumed to be Jacob. He wasted no time wrapping her in a hug and spinning her around when he reached her. “Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Bella chuckled once he finally let her go before gesturing towards you. “Jacob, this is one of my friends from school. I thought it would be fun to hang out together and have an extra set of hands.”

You told him your name and stuck out your hand for a handshake. “It’s great to finally meet you. Bella’s told me so much about you.” After an awkward handshake, you added on a teasing remark, “All good things!”

Jacob seemed to bristle at your presence, and you began to space out as Bella showed him the motorcycle she had in the bed of her truck. It was a fixer-upper that she wanted done, and you weren’t about to argue. The last time she tried to ride a motorcycle, you found out from Jessica that she had hopped on a stranger’s bike. You were shocked out of your stupor when Jacob lifted one of the motorcycles out of her truck as though it was made of plywood. “Holy shit!”

“Yeah, Jake, you’re like…buff?” Bella added in total shock. “And you’re only 16?”

“Yeah, age is just a number, baby. You’re like, what? 40 now?” Jacob walked the bike back towards the garage with an impish smirk.

You knew he was only poking fun, but the severe look that crossed Bella’s face told you that he had hit a nerve. Without thinking, you put a hand on her back and rubbed between her shoulder blades in a sympathetic gesture.

She sighed and leaned closer to you as you both followed behind Jake. “It feels like that sometimes,” she muttered under her breath.

The rest of the time in the garage, the two of you were glorified assistants while Jacob did most of the work. Bella wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, and you had even less of a clue. Thankfully, the tense rivalry Jacob seemed to fabricate between the two of you faded away. By the end of the day, the three of you were laughing like old friends.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You giggled, leaning back on the futon that Jacob had set up in the garage. “You made mud pies together?! I thought that was our thing!”

“To be fair, it was our thing first,” Bella agreed.

“So what I’m hearing is that Jake totally stole my play there.”

“Just a little.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he continued tightening a bolt on the bike, only turning back to address you when he was done. “I didn’t steal anything. We just happened to think of the same idea.”

“Uh huh, sure we did. I can see you for what you really are, thief!” you teased, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. The two of them laughed at your melodramatic antics. Bella’s fit of giggles caused her to lose stability, and she leaned on you once more for support. You thought your heart might beat out of your chest on the spot.

When she finally returned to her senses, she frowned at the purple-pinkish sunset outside. “It looks like it might be time for us to head out.”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Jacob hastily dropped the metal wrench in his hand with a clang and stood up. “You want me to walk you to your truck.”

“I think we’ve got it, but thanks, Jake. See you tomorrow,” she said, getting ready to leave. Jacob moved as though he was going to hug her goodbye, but she walked past him without realizing it. The only thing you could do was mouth a silent ‘sorry’ before hurrying after her.

The silence of your walk was broken when your intrusive thoughts came blundering out of your mouth. “So, you know that Jake has a thing for you, right?”

“What?”

Bella stopped in her tracks, looking at you like you had just made the biggest faux pas of your life. The silence stretched out for an eternity, only being filled by the nighttime sounds of the forest near you. You felt your hands grow clammy as your stomach twisted. Should you be this nervous when talking to your best friend?

“I just thought you knew,” you chuckled, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal! I just thought I’d mention it so it didn’t come out of left field or anything. You know, because that would be really awkward if you weren’t prepared, and I know you’re still dealing with some things–”

She began laughing again and started back up her pace to the truck. “You seriously think Jake has a crush on me? We’re just friends! Although I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Bells…” You meekly trailed behind her. The words swam around in your head, clawing their way up your throat. You knew you shouldn’t bring it up, and you definitely knew that the topic of Edward was still sore. You couldn’t help telling her what was on your mind, just as you always had. “Friends can still have crushes on other friends. I wouldn’t dismiss it that easily.”

Bella cocked her head in confusion. “What…are you saying?” Her eyes scanned your face for something hidden, although it was clear she wasn’t even sure what she should be looking for. She was never one to see any of the hints people gave to her.

This was your chance. She had given you a moment, a huge opening to lay out all your feelings. If she accepted them, then you would deal with it. If she rejected them, then at least you would know how to move past it. It was what you had been waiting for since she came back into your life.

“Nothing,” you replied, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s nothing. I guess I don’t know Jacob that well to be able to tell anyway.”

That seemed to assuage her curiosity, and she hopped into the driver’s side of the truck. You slid into the seat next to her, trying not to feel sick by your close proximity. The regret swirled inside you like a sick whirlpool, and it was all you could do not to crawl out of your skin. You’d have to find another chance if there would ever be another, and then you’d have to decide all over again if you wanted to confess.

How were you ever going to keep this up?

[christowhore]

Redeeming Myself

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader

summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.

word count: 6.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰

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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.

Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.

You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.

He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.

The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.

That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.

You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.

It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”

“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.

He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.

He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.

Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.

“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”

You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.

It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.

Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.

The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.

Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.

He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.

“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”

You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?

Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.

Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.

He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.

Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.

“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”

Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.

He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.

The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.

“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”

Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.

He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.

Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”

Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”

The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.

He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.

And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.

Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.

“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”

After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.

A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.

She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.

He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.

As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.

“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.

Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.

“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”

You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.

The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.

Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.

“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”

Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.

“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.

“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”

Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”

The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.

You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.

Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.

The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.

Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!

The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.

Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.

With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.

Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.

It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.

Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.

Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.

Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.

Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.

Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”

He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.

Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.

Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”

Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.

“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”

The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.

You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.

“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”

You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”

“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”

“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.

“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”

His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”

The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.

“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.

Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”

He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.

“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”

Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.

“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”

Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.

“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.

“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”

Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.

The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”

Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.

“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”

Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.

“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”

Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.

It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.

Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.

Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.

You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.

This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.

With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.

Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.

Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.

“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.

“I love you too Chris.”

Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.

Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“You’re all mine.”

His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.

“Forever and always.”

You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.

“The love of my life.”

His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.

“My beautiful fiancé.”

You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.

“The future Mrs. Evans.”

And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”

How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”

With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.

Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.

Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.

He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.

“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”

The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.

You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”

Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.

Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.

“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.

He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.

The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.

Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.

Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.

Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”

With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.

You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.

His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”

You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.

“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”

Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.

His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”

Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.

He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”

You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.

Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.

“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”

With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.

“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.

“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”

You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.

If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.

He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.

He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.

The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.

Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”

The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.

You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.

With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.

“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”

“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”

A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.

Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.

After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.

The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.

Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.

“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”

Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.

While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.

“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”

A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”

Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.

You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.

chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)

Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.

A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”

You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.

A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.

also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.

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* divider credits : @firefly-graphics *