#i desperately want to write this. if it already exists please tell me i’m going feral over it

[meebles]

the “soulmates receive an imprint of each other’s scars” trope is so rife with potential for codywan i can’t stop thinking about it

like. obi-wan who immediately starts hiding the soulmark on his face with makeup because it’s a private thing for him, then when he actually meets cody he has no idea how to bring it up. cody doesn’t find out until months later when obi-wan is injured enough to require full submersion in a bacta tank and the makeup washes off

or. obi-wan who doesn’t particularly care about showing his soulmarks, but when he and cody meet for the first time cody is wearing his helmet. cody then internally freaks out, has no idea how to tell his general who he’s just met that he’s his soulmate, so he goes as long as he can without taking off his helmet in front of obi-wan. meanwhile the rest of the 212th obviously know who obi-wan’s soulmate is, and are torn between keeping cody’s secret and just ripping off cody’s bucket themselves

and then, of course, there’s the much more angsty version where you can feel all of your soulmate’s injuries as well…

[sinning-23]

please please please do different arcane/opla character's kinks???? (preferably some Jayce but yk-)

OMG I was just returning to arcane roots. Mind you I haven't seen the recent season (Im waiting for my mom and sister since we all watched dit together) UHH take these smutty lil kinky lil headcanona!

P.s For as much smut as i write I have the hardest time remembering the differences between kinks and fetishes BUT I think I got it down lol. Bare with me yall.

P.P.S. I'll make a part two with some more of these guys lol I started to draw a blank on a few and get burnt out but I want to provide QUALITY writing to y'all

Enjoy-

Silco

Yknow every time I come on this god forsaken app I find myself thirsting over dead midleages if not older men....

Ahem

Smoking and Begging I feel like would be two kinks of his. And like he already is a smoker so just translating that over to the bedroom....oof.

I feel like he's the type to smoke after or before, but like in a way that relaxes him even further? YK what I'm saying? Perhaps he'll even offer you some with a firm grip on your face while he blows smoke into your mouth, just before he kisses you.

I also think the begging gets him hot under the collar. Just the idea of his partner asking so desperately for release knowing he's in control of whether they're allowed to or not really does it for him. He's ruthless but sweet in the most deliciously contradicting way. Saying things like, " Begging is so unbecoming of you my dear," or "You can beg better than that, I thought you wanted to cum?"

Sevika

Sevika my belovedddddd <3 come home baby the kids miss you lmao. Sevika seems like the type to be down for a lot but also has her limits? One thing that really gets her going though is overstim/multiple orgasms. Please let her pull as many as she can from you its literally her favorite thing watching her partner come undone. She likes to see how messy you get and how your thighs tremble and shake, damn near tensing up from the strain.

She starts slow. Maybe two...then three more.....how bout we shoot for 4 to 5? SIx you say?! Alright, let's just say fuck it and go for 7.

"C'mon, you can give me one more. Thatssss it, let go."

Vander

This is a harworking, loving, family man okay. He doesn't have time for a lot...However, he definitely has time to just have you squeeze down on him with those hot, wet walls, simply existing. Ahhh yes the art of cockwarming in cwich he is an expert in. Hes a sneaky fucker too, taking time to just position you in front of him so he can slip his cock into you, just enjoying your warmth. No movement, just there, your back to his chest, pretending like nothing is happening behind the counter.

He especially enjoys the late nights, your bodies melted into one as you just sinkkkkk down on him, just adjusting to his length, fighting the urge to move as does he. Just that's part of the fun. Expect lots of soft gentled caresses as yout walls memorize him

Vi

Babygirls got a thing for hot chicks in uniform. Be in business attire, military, or otherwise, she loves it.

I mean, honestly, I was not hot about clean white button-downs tucked into fancy dress pants adorned by emblems of silver or gold. A nice neat hairstyle, no flyaways, very much office siren.

And please god don't let you have a snappy domineering attitude, telling her what to do, sexily taunting. Babygirl will be weak in the knees.

Jinx

I don’t think she’d have any kinks if I’m being honest. I see Jinx as a very experimental and fun but soft and vanilla lover. She enjoys being treated softly and gentle, especially in a moment of vulnerability like being intimate with a partner.

Viktor

I hate to be the one to say it but stalkings/knee highs and glasses… Yall HEAR ME OUTTT HEAR ME OUT! I know that sounds really bad but if you see the vision. I feel like Viktor is a lover of pretty things, patterns and decoration. The feeling of lace or tights under his fingertips, the thrill of being the one who gets to remove your glasses before you go down on him.

All is truly a treat in his pretty yellow eyes. Especially when it's his beloved and devoted partner. He takes his time with you treating you delicately as he pulls the fabric off your kneesocks away to reveal pretty legs he gets to you all the way up to the main prize. He likes taking his time unwrapping his gifts. His favorite part is discarding it all from your body. Or at the very least, making you do it.

"Strip." He hums, leaning forward as you shed layers of clothes with a smile.

Ekko

At first I was thinking that mmm Ekko doesn't have any really kinks. Maybe he’s more vanilla but then I got thinking…

Nah nah this guy..

He likes being bitten.

Oddly enough he wasn’t sure why when you had first done it on impulse, the two of you in one of your more intimate moments. You hand grazed his shoulder, only applying slight pressure before stopping yourself from going too hard but the sound it pulled form him. Gorgeous.

“D-Do it again. Please?” He asks, lifting a bit above your too see your glossed fucked our eyes.

“Bite you?” You reiterate, trying to read him and it’s nothing but pure lust and adoration.

“Baby, please.” He huffs, lulling his neck to the side, giving you access.

Please mark him up he really likes it.

[pennyserenade]

lay down my body | raymond leon x reader

summary | after a disastrous event, you find your favorite timekeeper at your door. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | explicit smut, light degradation, sort of toxic dynamic, power imbalance, dirty talk, oral (female receiving). word count | 2k+ a/n | not beta'd because i just wanted to write something because i haven't in a hot minute.

Raymond brackets your face between his hands, his eyes glacial, his lips pressed into an unimpressed line of dissatisfaction as he examines you. An ugly surge of desire forms in your lower belly as his calloused fingers brush against the bruised skin around your eye.

“Stupid girl,” he admonishes. The warm timbre of his voice draws a lick of want through your aching body, mean as it is. You grab onto his wrists, pushing them away from your face.

“I told you not to come tonight,” you say.

“I come when I please,” he says, indignant.

Tuesday night found you desperate, fighting as you never had before while the minutes on your arm dwindled down to seconds. An angry part of you wants to punish Raymond, to look at him with your bruised flesh and say, “What was I supposed to do, wait for you?” but you’re half afraid he’ll say something infinitely more unkind. He does that sometimes: punishes your cruelty with a form of violence you hadn’t known existed until you started to care for him. He has spent too long not looking after anyone but himself, so it is a self-preserving form of affection he administers.

This man doesn’t seem to know the totality of borrowed time—not with the way he turns your head in his hands again, looking over bits of you he’s already seen. You try not to tell him he’s wasting time, but it’s hard—you feel the full measure of a minute every time it goes by, and hate to spend it like this.

“I worked harder last week so I could have this night off,” you grumble, despite yourself. You push his hands away from you again, this time more firmly.

His jaw tenses. The irritation has begun to set in the crevices of his wearied soul.

“You don’t want me to go and I suggest you stop pretending you do. I might just do it, and then you’ll have a lot more than some common thug on the street to worry about.”

He nudges your arm pathetically, the green clock slowly ticking away on it. You despise the way he holds his favors over you. No matter how snug he’s got you under his thumb, he won’t ever receive your blind submission. In a flare of anger, you knock past him and head to the none too lavish bed. Bending over it, you look back to him expectantly.

“What are you doing?” he says.

You raise an eyebrow - a daring challenge. “Thought I better give you what you want before—“

Raymond rushes across the room like he’s forgotten the luxury of his long, sure minutes. Taking your arm in his hand, he tugs you upward with the sheer force of his anger. His fingers grip onto your chin; you watch as a dangerous fire alights within him. “Better not do that, kitten,” he huffs, voice steady even despite the evident anger etched in his features. He presses your body into his own, the grip on your arm beginning to ache.

“You’re hurting me,” you tell him softly.

He loosens his hold on you, but not his vitriol. “If you want to be fucked like a common whore, just ask for it. No need to suggest that I’m some kind of…creep when you know I’m angry because I—“

His words trail off, all that meaning floating in the air between you. Because I care. To him, that’s more dangerous than stolen time.

You soften, putting your hand on top of his. “I don’t want you to worry.”

“Who says I do? You’re nothing to me. Not really,” he responds coolly.

You run your tongue over your teeth, observing him, watching the carefully designed face of neutrality staring back at you. His indifference is a cruelty.

“We’re running out of time,” you remind.

He looks down at your arm. Two minutes. With lips pursued, he looks back at your eyes. You see the wheels turning in his head, all that careful calculating. Of all the things he is, and he is many, clever was not what you expected. But he is clever. You wish he would use it for better.

“You think I make you earn your life,” he enunciates, a tinny quality infecting his voice, “so earn it.”

There’s a sick pleasure that you derive from the lack of emotion in his eyes. You want him so badly it confuses you. There’s an ugly thing that exists inside of you and it wants, wants, wants him. He feeds it. It’s the same thing that makes you bend back over the bed, fingers gripping the comforter, your ass high. Beneath your dress, you wear a flimsy excuse for underwear.

You feel the bulk of him behind you. He smells of leather and sandalwood. If you close your eyes, you can remember what desire looks like on him. There’s heat in your belly that doesn’t simmer as you listen to him take a step closer.

He leans over and knocks your hands from beneath you, forcing you to lie on the bed. The cool of his leather ensemble against the warmth of your skin is an enthralling contrast. “Keep your wrist down,” he demands, voice low and sultry. “We’re gonna play a game, whore.”

Whore. The word causes a confusing pool of desire to gather between your legs. You want to punch him in the mouth. He’s never called you that before. But you like how the grit of the word sounded in his throat. You like how he takes charge. You always have. Every desperate person wants a God, and there’s something comforting about the way he tells you to kneel at his altar.

With your cheek pressed to the mattress, your cheap makeup rubbing off on the shoddy comforter, you await his next move like a prisoner awaits death. Anticipation courses through you as you listen to the sound of his voice, the rustle of his movements, feeling the ghost of him against you as he plots your demise.

“I’ll give you your beloved time, baby,” he coos, his fingers resting on your hips. They squeeze at your flesh there greedily, a warning for what is to come. His nose brushes against your neck, his breath hot against you as he says, “But you’re going to have to cum first. Not a second before. I think you can do that, can’t you? Because despite your pissy attitude, I know just how wet you get for me. And there’s the matter of life and death too. Everyone’s a whore when it comes down to seconds.”

He presses his lips to the back of your neck, moving down your body gradually. Eventually, you feel the ghost of his breath on your nearly exposed ass. Raymond wastes no time drawing up your dress.

“Spread your legs further,” he instructs. You do, eyebrows drawing together as his fingers grope at the flesh of your ass. There are angry imprints no doubt forming as he hums in delight.

“You’re just as wet as I thought you’d be.” His finger ghost downwards, rubbing over your clothed cunt. You can feel the desire that coats your underwear as he presses down. If you weren’t so turned on, you’d be humiliated by the way your body wants him.

Pulling aside the fabric of your flimsy underwear, he presses open mouthed kisses on your ass cheeks. His teeth glide dangerously across the skin too, until he reaches your cunt; when he reaches there, he dives in, his tongue plunging in the warmth of you while two of his fingers rub against your clit.

This is new, and would hardly be a punishment at all if not for the fact that your clock is running out and you can’t see it. Raymond eats at you like a man starved, the slick of his salvia lubricating you better than your own want. He moves his fingers furiously, grunting into you when you dare to push back into him for more.

“Stay still,” he demands gruffly, taking his mouth off of you. You comply, hard as it is to do when he’s touching you like this. “I know you’re close, baby. You’re gonna come on my tongue, aren’t you? Like the good little whore you are for me?”

His tongue swipes through your folds again, lapping up your combined fluids as his fingers press down with more intent on your clit. You fight with everything in you not to move. Your grip on the bedspread tightens and you huff quietly into the mattress, the tension boiling up inside of you. He could split you open right now and you’d thank him for it.

“Ray—” you moan. His nose edges against your cunt as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking obscenely. You can’t stop the way the orgasm takes you, nor do you want to; it’s overwhelming, a thing that happens all through you. Every sense is heightened. When he moans against your cunt, you nearly shatter against him.

He yanks you down quickly, pulling your limp body back on top of him. Before you’ve got time to figure out what he’s doing, he’s flipping over your arm. The green fluorescent numbers tick away. 55 seconds. 54 seconds. He sheds his leather jacket, exposing his forearm. You close your eyes when he holds it over yours. He cradles your jaw with his other hand, an oddly intimate act.

When he moves his arm off of you, you open your eyes. You don’t look at how much time he’s gifted you, but at him. His face of neutrality is all broken up before you, lips smooth with your slick, cheeks red from his own want. Even his eyes betray him as they glance down at you.

You’ve frightened each other. It's intoxicating. You feel the thrum of your heart beating against your chest. He struggles to catch his breath.

Raymond presses his lips to yours in a furious kiss. His hand tilts your head for easier access, and you push up, moving yourself further up his body.

“Not so tough now,” he growls. His fingers pinch at your chin.

You lick your lips, which now taste of you, rolling your eyes up at him. “Doesn’t seem like you are either.”

He grunts in displeasure, running his calloused thumb lightly against your wet lip. “You just want to be fucked dumb, don’t you?”

You turn your wrist. 2 days he’s given you, which is about 24 hours more than usual. The hunger for him makes you ravenous as you consider what he’s just said to you. You ignore it in favor of something more substantial: asking why.

“You don’t usually carry that much time with you.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “One of my little birdies told me about what happened to you.”

“So, what—you gave me some more time to be robbed of as a solution?”

He shakes his head, slightly annoyed. “No. I gave you more time so I could keep you here and show you how and where you should be spending it.” His fingers dip below the collar of your dress. “Stop being a fucking brat.”

“I never liked being told what to do,” you murmur as his thumb skirts over your nipple. He watches your eyes grow heavy as he swirls his finger over it.

“And yet,” he smirks, nodding down to your body.

You mirror his smirk, knowing he’s right. Even if you’ve got something of a paltry life, things like this can still happen, and that’s something, isn’t it? Knowing that things - people - like him, even in all the cruelty, can still rescue you.

Your fingers reach up and run over the pout of his lips. As your eyes search each other’s, you come to a silent agreement: a pledge to care. It’s a stupid, foolish flash of sentimentality you see before it’s masked again by your own respective desires and lust.

It’s almost as good as the time he’s given you—almost as good as all the time he could ever give you.

[sturnlova]

Busy ( M.S )

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F receiving, new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, angst, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 900)

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Y/N POV:

It had been a whole week, 7 days, 168 hours since Matt has been busy with work and ignoring me. Every time i confronted him Matt would always tell me that everything was well and that he was just tired and wanted to go to sleep. I became so enraged with him that I even questioned Chris and Nick, his own fucking brothers, why he was acting so "busy." All they said was that work has been difficult, Matt will get the entire day off on Friday, which is tomorrow. I had no idea that information even existed.

-

After taking off their shoes and entering the kitchen to meet me, Matt, Nick, and Chris came via the front door. I ignored Matt and waved to Chris and Nick, striking up a conversation with them. I truly couldn't talk to Matt, even though I hated ignoring him.

"Y/N, why are you ignoring me? What's wrong?" exclaimed Matt. I could feel the rage building inside of me; I was on the verge of losing it. “Why do I ignore you? WHY DO YOU DISRESPECT ME? Matt, I haven't spent more than ten minutes with you in the entire week.” Matt attempted to engage, but I interrupted him. “You don't even understand that I've asked your brothers why. I'm sorry, but you don't even realize how much I'm desperate for you. Why do you no longer give a damn? I didn't start dating this person at all. What happened Matt.” i spoke with tears now falling from my eyes. Chris spoke up, "Me and Nick are going to go for a walk, we will be back later.” “ Yeah” as they continued to move toward the front for.

“ Baby “ he knew i loved when he called me baby. “ I never want to see you cry over me. You are aware of my work schedule, but I should do a better job of juggling it with my personal life. Im sorry for being so busy; I really am. I simply got really wrapped up in my own thoughts, and I know it's not an excuse, so I had no idea that it upset you this much. I apologize. Let me make it up to you.”

-

He grabbed me the waist and patted me by the thighs to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. As i did what i was told he walked us to his room closing the door and ensuring he locked it. He laid me on my bed on top of his silk covers, as i laid on my back he slowly took off my deinem shorts and black Lacey thong, he took of my ( his ) hoodie leaving me fully naked.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed as he kneeled on floor face to face with my glistening wet pussy waiting to get touched. He kissed my clit, then slowly started licking a strip up and down my pussy. “ Gonna make you feel so good princess, just lay there and look pretty.” the dirty talk could’ve just made cum there on the spot.

Soon as Matt’s tongue touched you an unsteady breath flew from your lips, your eyes squeezed closed due to the amount of pleasure you felt. He licked from your leaking hole to your clit once again,tongue flat to taste as much of you as possible. he repeated his actions multiple times, Matt moaned at the taste of you, he was pussy drunk at this point. “ You enjoying it so far?” i breathed heavy and moaned “ yes i am baby, feels so good” i’m so close to finishing at this point, he always worked magic with his tongue.

My hips were bucking of the bed bringing my lips closer to his. He started using his tongue and fingers adding the insane amount of pleasure i was already feeling. I tugged on my bed sheets and when i did that he took his fingers out of me and used his hands to guide my hands to his hair. I quickly grabbed his hair and gently tugged.

He started going insanely fast which made me lose it, he instructed me to grab my boobs and play with them, who was i to deny it. “ fuck Matt i’m so close, can i cum, please” he nodded his head against me. The knot in my stomach snapped and i finished all of his fingers and face.

Matt slowly pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean. “ are you ok? you did so good sweetheart” i nodded my head in response to tired to move or speak. Matt walked to get a hand towel to clean his face and me. Not too long after we had a shower and changed clothes to walk downstairs to end the night with a movie.

-

As we sat on the couch Chris and Matt walked in asking if we were ok i responded back with “ more than ok “ Matt giggled at me words and brought his attention back to the movie.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Business or Pleasure [M]

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: smut

Tropes: older woman/younger man, workplace romance

Warnings: female receiving oral, cursing

Word count: 1608

Author’s Note: We all know I never write detailed smut scenes, but unfortunately, Jaehyun managed to get this one out of me. Be easy with me, I cringed a hundred times writing this lmfao.

“We need to have a conversation.”

A squeak of surprise left you as a strong hand wrapped around yours, tugging you over to the closest door, not giving you any chance to refuse. It all happened so fast, the way the door opened and closed, the cool panelling of it now pressing into your back.

If it had been anyone else grabbing you without consent, you’d be affronted by the manhandling, and the way your hand fisted the lapel of Jaehyun’s jacket wouldn’t have you pulling more of that delicious weight upon you. But you had known by the low tone of his voice, and the familiar lines of his hand that this was someone you’d only ever pull into you, not push away.

“About?” you queried more confidently than you felt. Every nerve was alert in your body, blood was rushing through your veins, and you were certain if he didn’t kiss you soon, you might go lightheaded from how frequently you were sucking in breaths in anticipation.

“How long were you going to torment me like this?” Jaehyun groaned, his hand already somehow underneath the midi-length skirt of your dress, running higher to its long-awaited destination. A second groan tumbled out of him when he confirmed what he had suspected. “You’re this wet.” Christ.”

“How did you know? We’ve been on opposite sides of the function all night.”

“Do you expect me to miss how you kept rearranging your legs?” He gave you a withering stare. “Darling, we’ve been at this for weeks now.”

“This be-ing?” Your voice rose an octave when his thumb brushed against your clit, your legs demonstrating how you had been woefully hiding your arousal all evening by trying to clamp together.

He swatted at the inside of your thigh, his thumb digging in more pleasurably in the process, making you whimper.

“No,” Jaehyun commanded, spreading your legs again so his hand could nestle back where it had been. “No more hiding this from me.”

“This is a business event!”

“And I’m making it my business to ensure you can go back out there and actually focus.”

You laughed, finally shifting your gaze so you could meet his eyes. They were sinfully dark, his pupils blown wide enough that it made you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Jaehyun responded with a look of desperation, begging you not to prolong this any further. It was funny this connection between you. He acted like you held all the strings, that it was all in your control when and where you collided together, and yet it was him who had pulled your attention across that room all evening. His mere existence had you soaking your panties with the worst timing possible. Though it had led you both to this private room and for that, you were somewhat relieved.

Or you would be once he did more than put pressure where you were aching the most for him.

“Tell me I can,” he hoarsely requested, and you nodded once. Still, Jaehyun didn’t move. “With your words, sweetheart.”

“Please—!”

His mouth was on yours in an instant, need crushing you to him, the taste of the sweet dessert he had consumed just before now giving you a sugar rush. You moaned, wanting to devour him, weaving your hands up broad shoulders and into dark hair, gripping the strands on and off, like a cat kneading, and you were definitely needing. Craving for more, to have him hoist you up against this wall and enter you—

Dazedly, you realised his hand had remained still and you broke off the kiss, panting as you looked at his decidedly smug expression. “I said please.”

“Please what?”

“You hardly gave me a chance to ask you to pleasure me,” you remarked, and he chuckled, shifting his hand just enough to give you a bite of pain from the prolonged pressure there. You moved your hips slightly and he tutted you.

“I thought you were worried about this being a business event?”

“I’m a little past that point now, don’t you think?”

“So, I can—?”

Your impatience was showing. “I need you, now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He removed his hands from your still panty-clad middle, and you closed your eyes, waiting for him to shift them aside and enter you properly. You realised it would be a little impractical to have full-on sex at a gala being hosted entirely by the company you both worked for, but logic was long gone from your mind. You needed him to do something, anything to release the— oh.

You hadn’t acknowledged the noise of Jaehyun dropping to his knees, the carpet beneath you softening the sound, but you did feel the whoosh of air around your legs as your skirt fluttered over him. He gave you no warning as your panties were skimmed down your legs, pooling over your heels until he instructed you to lift your leg.

“We can’t do this here!” you managed to gasp, yet somehow your body was obeying the request, and you allowed him to manipulate you until your leg was thrown over his shoulder, your balance now precarious with the heat of his mouth hitting your sex as he breathed a kiss there. Jaehyun’s tongue then replaced his lips, drawing another gasp out of you and having you blindly tilting forward, thankful for the half wall in front of you separating the darkened room from the doorway. You had no idea what the room was, given the moon wasn’t out tonight, and right now, you didn’t care as the pleasure you craved had you doing your best not to moan loudly.

Jaehyun took this as a disservice to his efforts, and parted you before diving back in, forcing a rumble up from your chest. “Fuck!”

“Mhm,” he hummed, and you looked down at the depraved scene before you. The skirts of your dress might have been hiding your assailant from view, but the lewd noises he was making only made the movement of your dress seem dirtier. You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another cry out, and he went on the offence again, searching for an angle that would have you moaning out his name. Jaehyun chuckled against you, and you swatted his empty shoulder, soon gripping onto it as a wave of pleasure drove through you.

It was by sheer luck that you hadn’t moaned once more, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard the approaching voices. Flinging yourself upright, you tensed, trying to decipher where they were coming from.

“Stop!” you whispered, and he listened, his breathing heavily turning to the side of your raised thigh, where he rested his forehead temporarily.

Still, the voices grew nearer.

You tried to pull your leg down, but he moved quickly, gripping you to him. “Don’t move,” he mouthed onto you, and you squirmed, anxious to get back against the door, to see if it had a lock. You needed not to be found here, fornicating with a junior associate, not because there was a policy about in-house dating, but because you were an older woman. Rumours in the workplace were always worse when there was an age gap that didn’t follow societal norms. This didn’t register with your lover, however, and he turned his head back towards where he had been consuming you, starting up a strong rhythm again.

“No!” you cried as quietly as you could. “We can’t keep doing this now!”

“Shh,” Jaehyun murmured, rubbing reassuring hands over your legs. “I think you can be quiet enough.”

“I don’t—”

You almost expired on the spot when he slid a finger inside you, his mouth curving up before suckling away at your sensitive flesh. You knew this for what it was now, he was challenging you, proving a point that he didn’t care about what the others thought if your sneaking around got caught out. He wouldn’t let you go just because you were worried about any fallout. In fact, he was insisting that you stay with him here, return your focus to his ministrations, and forget the rest of the world.

And damn him, you did just that. The voices registered for a couple of minutes more in the background of your mind, vaguely aware of them being there until they weren’t and somehow this had made you hotter. Jaehyun had anticipated this too, ramping up his deliverance as you started to shake, your world close to unravelling.

And just before you did, you heard him beg you to let go, a cry of his name escaping your mouth as you fell over the edge, slipping into a nirvana quite unlike you had ever experienced. And you had been experiencing his pleasuring skills for weeks now.

Once your high had fled and you were all boneless and sagging from the release, Jaehyun reappeared from under your skirts, grinning triumphantly.

“I could kill you,” you told him tiredly, sinking into his waiting embrace.

“You won’t.”

“We could have been caught.”

“It was worth testing your patience there. I never thought my prim little worker would get that wet when—”

You swallowed up the rest of his sentence with a kiss, a soft chuckle parting from him when you pulled away.

“Think you could go back to the gala and focus now?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Jaehyun smirked. “What happened to this being a business event?”

“I’m done with business for tonight,” you declared, a deft hand reaching for his straining arousal. He hissed as you wrapped your hand around him. “How about we go home and negotiate some more pleasure?”

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[boots-with-the-fur-club]

@phoebepheebsphibs SURPRISE ATTACK!!

You know I had to do it when I read the prompt.

@tmnt-write-fight

Fandom: ROTTMNT (Until I Found You AU and No Fun in Fungus AU crossover)

Prompt: “Okay, look-I’ll give you whatever you want, just d-don’t hurt him!”

Word Count: 764

TW: In the tags

“Okay, look-I’ll give you whatever you want, just d-don’t hurt him!” Leon begs, pleads.

He can’t believe this happened again. For the second time, these spores have taken over and threatened his brother.

Audreytello peers down at him with a wide smile, eyes glowing maliciously.

“What could you give me that I would want?”

“You can feed off me! I-I’m the one with the fears, I’m the one who thinks I’m not good enough! I’m the one who knows I don’t deserve my family!”

Mikey whimpers and whines against the vine wrapped around his mouth, moving his arms and legs too in an act of defiance.

Leon knows he’s desperately trying to tell him it’s not true, he does deserve his family, and probably a lot more just in those little sounds.

That he should have more faith in himself, that it doesn’t matter what he’s been told, what he believes so wholeheartedly, that he is a good brother.

How good can he be after everything he’s done to him?

Everything he hasn’t protected him from?

Everything he’s robbed him of just by existing?

“Why would I want to feed from you instead of him? You’re too pathetic for me to even do that.”

Leon tenses, gripping his arm.

All he has is what he can offer people, how useful he can be, and it’s never been a lot. Whatever he can do is used up and then he’s tossed off to the side.

Forgotten.

By everyone but Mikey.

That’s why he has to do this.

He has to save him.

“Well…..I suppose there is one thing I might need you for.” Audreytello muses.

Leon perks up.

He hates that it gives him even a slim glimmer of hope.

“A-Anything. Please.”

Audreytello’s eyes flash something dangerous.

“I need you in order for him to break.”

“What-!?” Leon gets cut off as he’s picked up and slammed into the ground.

Mikey’s muffled screams are as loud as they can be.

“You’ve always been his weakness. You hate yourself so much you can never see how much he loves you. The depths he would go, and has gone for you. You get scared and you run, you leave him behind because you think that’s the only way he’ll be happy. Instead, you hurt one of the only people who cares about someone so truly insignificant. You hurt him in the biggest way possible. You left him alone, Leon. You always leave him alone. That’s when I come in.” Audreytello smirks.

Leon’s tears drip onto the floor, quickly creating a puddle.

“Mikey! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-I love you! You’re the best little brother anyone could ask for! I shouldn’t have left you! I shouldn’t have run! I was just scared! I’m always scared! I’m not brave like you! Y-You’re so so brave! Don’t let him use me against you!”

Mikey’s tears are falling too, pouring.

Audreytello lifts Leon up again before repeating the process. With every hit, Mikey becomes more violent in trying to get free. As blood mixes with the tears on the floor, he loses it.

A bright glow explodes around him. The vines are incinerated by mystic fire and chains shoot out to grab Leon.

Audreytello moves the already injured boy around roughly as he also tries to dodge Mikey’s hits as long as he can.

Leon can only watch in horror as Mikey uses more and more of his power to try to save him. The cracks appearing on his hands feel like they’re on Leon’s heart too.

He’s only finally freed when Mikey’s power finally overwhelms Audreytello and makes him too weak to continue.

The power overwhelms Mikey’s body too.

Leon screams as he reaches out to his brother, barely able to do so from his injuries.

Mikey smiles softly at him before he cracks apart, gold overtaking Leon’s vision.

He wakes up with a start, breathing heavily, tears already on his face.

Mikey rubs his eyes, sitting up next to him.

“Leon….? Did you have a nightmare?”

Leon sniffles, checking his brother for the cracks he saw in his dream. He only calms down once he sees they’re not there.

Then, the memory disappears.

“Y-Yeah….”

“Another dream you can’t remember….?”

He tearfully nods.

Mikey hugs him close, smiling up at him softly. He knows seeing him happy always cheers him up at least a little.

“It’s okay. Whatever happened, everything will be okay! I’m here. We have each other.”

Leon gladly hugs him back.

“I won’t go anywhere ever again….no matter what.”

Well….let’s put that to the test, shall we?

[storm-angel989]

OH MY GOSH! My req is a part 2 of https://www.tumblr.com/storm-angel989/761370788298424320/could-you-do-a-valentinos-daughter-where-shes?source=share ! I LOVE ALL OF YOUR WORK BTW!

Hi friend,

I actually got this request twice! Consider this in response to this anon request as well:

“can we see a part two of Valentino’s daughter being addicted to drugs? Maybe he confronts her, has Angel dust tell her his about his own addiction to them from his time as human?”

Like I said the first time around, I lost my best friend to addiction and this subject can be a little tough. That being said I do hope y’all find comfort in this story- it was sort of cathartic to write. 

<3 Mandy 

Valentino had watched thousands of sinners and hellborn suffer through withdrawal. The shakes. The sweating. The sickness. The agonizing pain as every molecule of their body screamed for the very thing that threatened to kill it. He knew it well. Hell, addiction is what sent him down here, what sealed his role as eternal provider of highs and releases. The difference now was power- power that he gained as desperate souls offered anything worth having just for the promise of relief. Despite his sordid past, he took pride in providing his family with a lavish lifestyle while watching others wither away to nothing. 

As Valentino knelt next to his daughter, his hands carefully weaving her damp hair into a braid, the pang of guilt flooded through him for the first time. The thought that his career had led his daughter to suffer such pain was unbearable. For the first time in his afterlife, Valentino felt his control slipping. Despite his initial demand and Vox and Velvette’s agreement that she go to a treatment center, he instead decided to keep her home and allow her to detox under his watchful eye. It wasn’t like they were not equipped. His studio boosted a better medical office than most hospitals, and a doctor on staff twenty four seven. At least under his eye, he could be sure she was controlled. That she was safe. 

“Daddy, make it stop,” she begged. “Please.”

“I’m sorry baby, it has to work its way out of your system,” he replied softly. 

She groaned and laid down on the towel that covered the bathroom tile. He sat down next to her and gently stroked her hair. He hated seeing her like this, seeing her suffer through pain that previously didn’t phase him. With each passing second, he had to bite back flashes of his own former life. Of his own death, wrapped in the endless cycle of poverty and addiction. 

During her intake meeting, the doctor had suggested sharing with her his own battles. The story of his death. He refused on principle, despite Vox and Velvette’s encouragement. He needed to protect his daughter from that knowledge, from that former reality.  As he helped his daughter back to her bed, he wondered if there were others in his grasp willing to share their story. As he considered those who knew of her existence, his thoughts fell to one being. 

Angel Dust. 

“You sure you want me to share? It’s kinda gritty, Val,” Angel said as he lounged on the couch in Valentino’s office. 

“None of us gets a second chance down here,” Valentino replied coolly. “And I’m hopeful your story will scare her straight.”

“Val, I’m willin to try. But she’s gonna need more than a story to get her straightened out,” Angel replied. “I mean like, doctors and stuff.”

“She’s already down the hall, enrolled in every therapy the doctor suggested. Right now she’s going through detox,” Valentino responded sharply. “Angel, she’ll have every tool money can buy. But she needs to know what would happen…” he hesitated. “What would happen if those resources weren’t available. If they were taken away.”

“I mean, alright Val, if you think it's best. It’s your kid,” Angel answered with a shrug. “You wanna do this now?”

“Yeah. Follow me.”

Standing next to her bed, listening to Angel recount his past wasn’t a place Valentino ever expected to be. The grittiness of the conversation should have turned his stomach, but instead he focused on her. On her reactions.

“Roaches. Imagine, Reader, wakin up in some town you don’t know covered in a thousand little legs…”

“Okay! That’s enough, Angel, please. I get it,” she pleaded. “Daddy!”

Every inch of him wanted to pull Angel from where he sat and escort him from the room. To wrap his daughter in his arms and assure her that he would do everything in his power to make sure she never had that experience. But the bigger part of him knew she needed to be afraid. Knew she needed to think that Angel’s reality could be hers if she didn’t fight this battle. 

“Angel, continue,” Valentino said after a momentary pause. “She needs to hear this. Whether she likes it or not.”

[tibbythetiger]

Hello, hello!! I’m back! I went and finally got to see the film in theaters (the first two times I watched it on Peacock)! I’m going to have a  direct continuation of my previous post!!

I feel like Mike and Ness get really close after the events of the movie. Like many people already HC, I think Ness is really invested in the mystery of Freddy’s. So when Mike suddenly quits and is literally ripped to shreds with Vanessa fucked up in the hospital, his theory senses are tingling. He doesn’t try to push Mike or Abby, even though it’s killing him to not know what is going on. While Mike is desperate to find a new job, he’s pretty much out of babysitters for Abby at this point. With Max dead, his Aunt out of commission, and Vanessa in the hospital, Ness graciously stands in for the others and ends up keeping Abby with him at the diner while Mike is job-hopping. 

Also, given the attack on their Aunt, they can’t stay in their house for a few weeks. Ness offers his tiny apartment to share, which prompts Ness and Mike to share a room, and well, after one night Mike and Ness both insist on sleeping on the floor, a bed as well. It’s super cute and domestic and it makes Mike yearn for a life like this. But, he’s still not quite ready to make a move on Ness; mostly because he’s still a little freshly traumatized by the events that just happened, but also because homeboy’s self-esteem is non-existent. Ness is still head over heels for Mike, but is trying to tone it down for the time being so he doesn’t freak Mike out. However, after about two weeks, when Abby crawls into bed with them both after a nightmare, Mike finally breaks down and tells Ness about what happened at Freddy’s.  He’s surprised when Ness just believes him. 

Once the bunny (ha) is out of the hat, Mike’s walls crumble a little bit more. Ness decides that this is the best time, and decides to plan a really cute night for the three of them. He makes them dinner and makes sure he has Abby and Mike’s favorite movies. It all goes fairly smoothly, Abby does end up eating most of her dinner, but Mike falls asleep part way through the first movie, and Ness ends up putting Abby to bed. When he’s in the hallway on his way back to Mike, he finds Mike there looking at him with a soft smile and he just leans in and kisses him. 

After that, they don’t really talk about it, but they’re just together from there. They’re not super out when they’re in public (mostly because it’s 2000, and we’re assuming this takes place in a mid-western state), but Abby understands that they’re together now. Nothing huge really changes between Mike and Ness, for the most part things stay the same. Ness still helps with Abby, they still have their lil movie/TV-watching sessions after Abby goes to bed. Where they used to awkwardly stay on opposite ends of the couch, they are cuddling now. (I agree with whoever said Mike is the little spoon because YES) It’s little kisses in the morning, holding hands when they’re able to get Abby from school together in the afternoons. 

Eventually, though Abby and Mike do move back into their house, this is mostly because, with Mike’s custody and house checks, they need to have more space in order to not tip off CPS that they’re gay. (Again, just basing this off the time period and the area we’re presuming this in, I could see the state using that against Mike) Ness still spends most nights at the house, and he has a toothbrush and drawer in Mike’s room.  

This is all I have for now!! Also, I’m not sure if I want their Aunt to be dead or just, have been attacked by Golden Freddy. I feel like it could have gone either way in the movie, and I think that it would probably make more sense for her to just be dead. I’m going to try and write more general HCs for these two tomorrow! Again, if someone wants to write this out as an actual fic, please feel free to do so! Just be sure to tag me so I can make sure I can read your work!

[v3nusxsky]

Can i ask for a lady lesso x reader fic thats just really fluffy soft smut, but heavy on the breeding kink, magic cock, and praise kink please? Maybe some cuminflation if youre comfy with writing that, but if not just ignore that part!! <333

Be my Good Girl 18+

*Authors note~I love these and I had to combine them which I’m so glad I did I hope you don’t mind*

Trigger warnings~ breeding kink magic cock praise kink thigh riding overstimulation slight cum inflation? Mommy kink

Prompt~ see ask ^^^^

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Tumblr anon~ Hi so would you be able to right something for lesso with thigh riding and overstimulation please x

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Tumblr anon~ Hhheeey Think you can do a ladylesso x FM reader from me ...just smut, can we have lesso stretch reader out a bit. Have reader unable to move or talk Super soft fluffy lesso ending plz tho

Teasing the dean of evil wasn't exactly your best idea. Thats exactly why you ended up straddling her toned thigh while she completely ignored your existence, hips rutting against her thigh as you desperately tried to find some relief, something, anything just more.

"Come now pet, I thought you were going to be good for mommy?" She purred not even sparring you a second glance, "don't tell me your so sensitive already? Thought you said you were in control of it love?" Leonora knew that although this was pleasurable for you it would not be enough to get you off and that's what she wanted. She wanted you to be on the edge, desperately begging for her to soothe the ache. "Mommy please" you whined hoping to finally distract her from her work. "Alright sweet girl, go and knell on the centre of the bed for mommy" was all she offered before chuckling about how you scampered off, so eager to please the older woman.

You completely stripped yourself down and adorned your instructed position. Leonora was a tease for sure, loved making you wait. The suspense and anticipation would drive you wild. The sound of the cane was the dead five away, "now now pet, I won't be going easy on you puppy" she murmured looking you up and down. "Mm I be good mommy please" you whimpered trying to rub your thighs together in a hope to ease the ache there. "That's what we like to hear pet, your training begins tonight puppy."

Leonora immediately settled on flittering around the room to find certain items. Even going as far as to enchant the strap on cocks and found a verity of sizes. Starting with the first size she stripped her clothing down, the confidence in her stride never faltering as she approached you. "Flat on your back puppy, head on those pillows" she demanded as you did so instantly, eyes drawn to the new appendage. "You like it pet?" She teased before showering your body with kisses and nips to her bare skin. "So fucking beautiful Puppy" she mumbled against your skin. Leo held your gaze as she teased your dripping cunt with the faux dick. "Such a pretty pussy darling, mommy wants to play with you, are you gonna take it like a good girl?"

"Yes mommy please" you whimpered before tears fell as the dick began to stretch your walls apart. "Mommy! Fuck god" you mewled. "Oh fuck pup you feel so good around me" Leo murmured happily, "so fucking tight, can't wait to stretch out this pretty fuck hole and filling it with my cum." You couldn't help but whimper and keep as she began to thrust into your soaking core. "Oh look at you taking me so well puppy, almost ready to size up" she murmured before kissing your neck. "Oh fuck want you to cum" you whimpered. "Who" was the only response she purred out. "Mommy want mommy to feel good pleaseeeeee" you begged desperately. "Fuck I will. Gonna fill you up puppy, gonna look so beautiful with my babies in side you" she panted as her thrusts began to slow.

The sting of her slipping from your slightly stretched hole was quickly replaced but her mouth latching onto your right breast. "Size two pup" she murmured before enchanting this strap on as well. "Mommy? I can't?" You whispered fear soaking your voice, "can't? Well then mommy will make you take her cock." The buck of your hips indicating just how much how you loved the idea. "Oh my dirty little puppy likes mommy making her thick cock fit? Into that pretty pussy" she purred, teasing your dripping folds with her cock. " oh fuck mommy more wanna be good Pup" you mewled. "Prove it then pup by shutting up and taking my dick in that slutty cunt of yours."

"Too big" you whimpered as she forced her way into your cunt. "Pretty puppy, mommy loves those beautiful tears" she murmured and latched onto your neck sucking at the pulse point there. "Oh fuck" you whimpered as it began to feel more pleasurable. "Mommy, please god I feel so full" you whimpered. "Pretty pup full already of my load" she panted before thrusting into you. Slowly gaining pace and force as you withered below her. "Good girl, good puppy" she praised and you continued to thrash and whine as you came time and time again around her. "So fucking warm and wet and so so tight, the want you to fill me up" you mumbled mindlessly. "Take it pup, take my seed, wanna make you pregnant puppy" she panted as she released her cum into your fluttering walls. "Fuck your walls are milking my cock for all it's got" she moaned happy as her thrusts began to fuck the cum deeper into your awaiting core.

As soon as she was satisfied with her job she slipped from your cunt, your hole gaping as your cum mixed with hers dripped from you. "Too full, too much mommy" you whined. You could feel the cum sloshing around your stomach. "Mmm no pup one more for mommy please" she begged which was a first time for you, hence why you gave in despite the full feeling. "No bigger mommy please" you whined and she gracefully complied, re enchanting the strap.

Leo said one more, but you'd lost count how many times you'd came around her and how many orgasms she'd forced from you. "Oh fuck no more, too much mommy hurts so good" you mewled as another spurt of white hot cum filled you up. Your belly appearing round with the amount of cum Leo had stuffed you with. "Good puppy, good girl for mommy" she praised slipping from your aching core.   Magic was certainly wonderful and you couldn't help but be grateful that it existed so that Leo could clean you up and immediately come and hold you. "You did so so well baby, so good for mommy, so pretty sweet girl get some sleep love" she murmured kissing your head sweetly.

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[v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n]

The main question: What was after Will Byers?

(And a second more important question: what did it want?)

The show obviously wants us to believe that it’s a demogorgon, on first watch anyways. I believe we can infer there was a demogorgon in the shed with him- at least in the upside down. Even considering everything I’m going to talk about- I still agree with that, strangely. But before that? I’m calling bullshit.

(For reference this is technically the second thing I wrote about for the first episode, BUT I’m releasing this BEFORE that because it’s a more well thought out analysis, and can exist more as a standalone, I will probably add to this in the future. This is also technically unfinished? I don’t have a definitive answer to the questions I ask. I’m simply trying to bring more attention to it.)

🚨SOMETHING TO NOTE‼️ I HAVE NOT WATCHED A SEASON OF ST IN LIKE 6 MONTHS, PROBABLY MORE, IF ANY QUESTIONS I ASK GET ANSWERED IN LIKE AN EPISODE, DON’T BE A DICK ABOUT IT, I DONT REMEMBER EVERYTHING🚨

Also just one more thing before we get started, I’m sorry this post has a lot of exposition- I know that some of the things I say have probably been said before, hell the analysts in this community have talked about and seen this show far more then I have and I have nothing but respect for anyone whose put in that much effort- and I truly do not mean to copy or steal anyone’s work- if you feel like I’m not giving credit where credits due, or like I’m stealing something PLEASE tell me- i’ll @ you or cut something out- I don’t want anyone to feel disrespected by what I talk about, but I also don’t remember every post I’ve ever read or that’s on this app, this is merely supposed to my own fun twist and thoughts about the events

NOW, I know, I know, fifty billion other people have talked about how weird Will’s vanishing is, how it doesn’t make any sense and there’s something else going on, BUT, if I’ve learnt anything from this fandom, it’s that we love to read and write the exact same things over and over again. And!! That’s how discovery is made, so I’m doing it anyways >:3

Its hard to decipher where exactly to start with Will’s vanishing, because the entirety of it is completely jumbled and twisted and doesn’t make sense, whenever I think just a little too hard about it I feel like I’m being so completely mindfucked, like even now I’m sorting out things and every other sentence I realize something else and have to figure out where to put it- ANYWAYS

So I’m just gonna start at the beginning! In the Wheelers house.

Now, the first bit of strangeness we get in this sequence is when they’re all going home (I could also argue the DnD game has some weirdness, but that’s for another time, as we’re focusing something else right now) more specifically, when Mike waves Will off and his garage light starts flickering.

I think that’s supposed to be because of the like “town wide electrical problems” that are happening because of the gate opening up, and most likely not because of something already being at the Wheeler’s house.

i’m gonna argue there’s something there later in a different analysis I’m complying, because, I don’t believe that the thing following Will is the same being that killed the scientist in the lab, hell, I don’t think it was a demogorgon AT ALL, honestly I’m a little skeptical that the thing that killed that scientist was even a demo BUT that’s for my first analysis to cover >:))

I want you to think about this for later however, because I am desperately trying to stay on track, but I just have way too many thoughts about this little stupid show.

The sequence of Will Byers Vanishing

(And all the fuckery is includes)

For this segment, I’m going to take you through Will’s vanishing, and all the little discrepancies and “plot holes” that I’ve seen on my rewatch

The vanishing starts with the light on Will’s bike going out, he looks down, momentarily taking his eyes off the road, and looks back up to the “demogorgon” standing suddenly in front of him. We don’t see any obvious gate, or anything of the sort really, it just sort’ve appears (unless we think that for some reason it’s been stalking through the real world…which doesn’t make much sense considering how demo’s hunt.) And the thing that tickles my brain the most about this scene is that…the demo just sort’ve seems to be standing there? We only get a few seconds of it on screen, but the way it moves makes me feel like that it doesn’t even really know what it’s supposed to be doing. Like, it got zapped down from some alien spaceship or something.

Will, in response to seeing a horrific nether monster, veers off the side of the road, like any child would, and gets up slowly, which again, its sort’ve strange he’s able to get away with that? Most of the time, when a demo gets its eyes on a target, it’s pretty quick to act, not quite the “lie in wait” type of hunters when they’re in the regular plain. He gets up and just sort’ve stares for a second, and we don’t really get to see what he see’s, instead, we just a hear growl, which sends Will running in a panic.

The next few things are fairly normal in the sequence, he gets home, locks the door, pets his dog a little (me too bro), and runs around looking for his brother and mom.

He runs quickly back to the window, after he can’t find them, and as he’s looking through the clothesline…wait-

*wipes glasses*

Nope, I’m seeing this shit right WHY ARE THE CLOTHES THERE?? THATS NOT WHERE THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE. Why is it so close to the window??? With how the lines are set up we should’ve seen them when he’s running into the house- but we don’t. They’re actually at a completely different location in the next scene at the Byers house in the morning.

(Put a pin in that)

Anyways, in the distance through the classic horror fog we see the demogorgon slowly walking up towards the house, on its back legs again. Looking like a person stalking through the night. Like some weird Jason knockoff, I half expected it to try and get through the door with a hatchet on my very first watch through.

WHICH AGAIN, isn’t how they act. Even back in the lab, in the very first scene it suggests that whatever is after the scientist is fast, he’s running, he’s hitting the button over and over again to try and get the elevator to come faster, he’s outwardly panicked and looks desperate to get away. He’s looking over his shoulder to make sure it’s not there yet. And then after that whenever we see a demo chasing someone, they’re quick to chase after their prey. They don’t slowly walk up towards a house.

It reminds me WAY more of how a human hunts their prey, slowly following and tracking it until it wears itself out. However, I’d argue it’s less like whatever is chasing him is actively hunting him, and more so like it’s corralling him, herding him. Attempting to manipulate him to go where it wants him to. If it wanted to kill him, it could’ve done so already (especially if we take into account the whole telekinesis thing). It had plenty of chances, especially when Will was in that ditch after he fell off his bike, that’s when a human hunter would’ve attempted to kill him. It’s as if, whatever was on that road, whatever is following Will, actively wants him to go to the Byer’s shed. To the demogorgon lying in wait ready to pounce.? That doesn’t sound quite right either.

All of these analysis are gonna be me going “that’s not quite right, that shouldn’t do that” over and over again LMAO

When you take everything into account, I think there’s a quite a bit more evidence that this thing didn’t want to hurt Will at all, at least not physically, at least not in this exact instance. Whether it was corralling him in hopes of figuring something out, or actively wanting the demogorgon to feed on Will. I have no idea. But you cannot decisively say that whatever was following Will had the active intent to kill him with its own hands.

Will gets scared once more and attempts to call someone, it doesn’t work and instead he just gets the static-y growling sounds of the upside down. Which is a tad bit strange considering that the reason Joyce hears that later on is because Will’s actively trying to communicate with her. But what number is that? Like 55 of “things that don’t make sense in Will Byers vanishing?” Oh, and then immediately after we get the whole DEMOGORGON USES TELEKINESIS SCENE. 56.

(Put a pin in this as well)

Will runs into the shed, and we know (WE DONT.) what happens from there, there’s a demo in there with him(?) and he’s somehow he’s pulled into the upside down- without any real evidence of a gate there. Unless you take…the slime in the shed the next morning that Hopper finds as proof. But I’ve learnt not to hold a suspension of disbelief here. (“Did Mike see it? Then it doesn’t count” worst vibes y’know? Gotta see it to believe it.)

There’s also the whole thing with instead of the light flickering it just gets really bright. Which is another thing I don’t believe we see often- especially if we assume the light glowing bright is because of a gate opening.

I’d actually like to talk about that point for a sec, because it genuinely doesn’t seem or feel or look like anything we see after that. The way that nothing really happens, and that’s what’s so terrifying about it, we don’t hear any screams or even see the signs of a struggle. He’s not dragged through a portal by vines or a demo.

Will just vanishes, he’s not taken, or kidnapped, he vanishes. It’s truly the only word that can describe it. And it truly doesn’t make any sense. We don’t see anything like it again really, at least not that I’m aware of or can remember right now. He’s there one second, and then he’s gone. The only thing I can really think of like it is El killing the demo at the end of the season and vanishing.

All and all we get back to the same point I started with and a point I think pretty everyone agrees with. Whatever was after Will was not a demo.

But then…why does it look like one? And sound like one? Well my curious little reader, I THINK I ACTUALLY HAVE A LOGICAL SOLUTIONNN

We’re being fucked with.

(And as much as it might sound like it, I’m very much NOT joking here.)

Remember everything I told you to put a pin into? Yeah this is the section where I want you to think about it more.

By now, I’ve described the entirety of the sequence of Will’s vanishing. I don’t want to say disappearance or kidnapping because I don’t believe that’s what it was. The oddness of the demogorgon, the strangeness of his surroundings. And I’ve come to only one seeable conclusion, which probably isn’t good on a scientific aspect, but it’s the only logical solution I can come up with.

Will is being fucked with, and since we’re in his eyes for this scene, we’re being fucked with.

Will has always been my favorite little unreliable narrator.

Now, what exactly could be happening? I don’t know yet, I’m still at the beginning of the series after all in this rewatch- these are all just thoughts I’ve been having after the first episode. I can’t present a de facto answer to whatever’s going on here because I don’t think we’re supposed to know yet.

My main guess? Some sort of upside down shit. With everything we know about timeline fuckery, and illusions, and visions, and memory sequences even being untrustworthy- isn’t it possible we’re being shown something that didn’t happen? Or maybe more accurately didn’t happen the way we’re being shown?

It might be a problem with the actual timeline, like somehow false memories were implanted and the universe itself is being tricked. Or, some sort of upside down related nightmare sequence only Will see’s- maybe Will got planted into another timeline directly who knows. MAYBE- it’s even Brenner’s fault (especially with all the TFS Brenner vs Will Byers stuff) Because I will find a way to blame that man for everything.

With all of the characters saying constantly that things are a nightmare, or that it isn’t real, we can’t trust what we’re seeing on screen.

The Duffers, don’t want their audience to know what’s happening. They’ll tell us when they want to.

So, if it wasn’t a demo after Will what was it?

A person, probably

Though in this show, it’s hard to tell exactly what that means.

God. Where do I start? There’s just so so many possibilities for this one instance that I can’t fully wrap my head around it. Now I’m going to say this again, I don’t have a definite answer to what’s going on, and my opinion will probably change as time goes on and I reread other analysis posts and rewatch the show- I’m small potatoes in the analysis community and I think this is actually the first analysis I’m posting(?) wow that’s crazy actually. So my thoughts are gonna be especially jumbled for this part because at this very moment it’s a pretty big question mark.

I will say this though, I don’t think it’s Vecna. At least not the Vecna we’re shown on screen.

Why do I say this? Mostly because it doesn’t really feel like Vecna gives too much of a shit about Will- if anything, the MF seems much more interested in him.

And I know that’s like the main theory in part of the fandom, that for whatever reason Vecna is super into Will but I just don’t agree with it. There is some substance to it but I think a lot of you forget that Vecna and the MF are two separate beings (Hell Vecna and HENRY are two separate beings). Vecna is not controlling the MF, even if he believes he is. That’s pretty much proven in the VR game, if you’re willing to look deeper at it than what it’s putting forward.

Remember, we cannot trust what we see. We’re actively being fucked with at any point in time. The Duffer’s do not care about tricking their audience, they want to. So it’s almost never going to be the obvious answer.

I guess this section just turned into me saying “I don’t know exactly whats happening but it’s NOT Vecward”

I wanna say Brenner, trying to find out something about the upside down or Will himself, but the whole telekinesis thing is really throwing me off. Hell maybe it is Henry trying to disrupt the timeloop by stopping a TFS William Brenner from forming.

Everything I try and think about and put forward just doesn’t really feel quite right, I don’t have enough evidence or backing for any of my theories right now to definitively say one thing or the other- so if anyone has any idea’s they’d like to bounce off of me I’d appreciate it, because I’m kinda at a loss at this exact moment.

None of it was real

(And what that means)

This is the only thing I’m really sure of right now. Nothing about what we see is what really happened. Maybe it’s how Will remembers it, maybe his memories were actively altered by the MF or Brenner or Owens or something.

But if nothing that we saw with Will was real, then how do we know anything we’ve seen is real. Especially through Will’s POV. Throughout the entirety of the story Will has always been an unreliable narrator, from the very beginning.

That also means that this show built itself around unreliable narration. There is a reason that the one of the first big scenes we get doesn’t make sense. There’s a reason it feels like it’s built on a shaky surface.

Id argue, that the literal first scene is unreliable, but that’s again for another time.

TL;DR Everything is fucked and nothing makes sense, and everything will continue not making sense until the Duffers decide to let it make sense, oh and Will was definitely not being followed by a demo no matter how much the show wants you to believe it

If you made it this far, thank you so much for listening to my relentless rambling! Sorry the format is kinda fucked again this is my first analysis I’m actually posting. Again I’ll probably add onto this in future- but for now I’m pretty happy with how it turned out, hope y’all have a good day <33 !!

[timeforaciggy]

Hey can you please do a jerma x reader where the reader is really overwhelmed by life and work? Just something fluffy and comforting? also just wanted to say I really like what you've written so far and hope you keep writing more!!

JERMA FLUFF TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

A/N:

I am SO sorry if this is bad. I am so sleep deprived but I wanted to write this while I still had the energy to. But thank you for the request anon! If anyone feels up to it let me know what you think of this one. Can’t tell if I’m yapping or cooking.

Also please keep on sending in your requests! I know I haven’t posted much yet but they’re all being worked on.

-tfac <333

Looking down at the kitchen floor you honestly think it seems like a good enough place to just lay down and fall asleep. You could probably fall asleep standing up if you closed your eyes for long enough.

Instead, you opt to grab a glass of water, some Tylenol, and ibuprofen. Even the stairs seem too much of a chore to go up to. Your bed just a dozen or so stairs away waiting for you; practically unused for two nights straight. ‘It can wait another night.’ your actions mirroring the notion as you shuffle over to the couch and carelessly fall back into the cushions.

Finally shutting your tired eyes. No tv. No sound. No nothing. Just an ironic poetic backdrop of nothingness to fall into as your dream contains of the exact same things. Just nothing, really. Even your brain is too worn down to think up anything memorable to show you in your sleep.

Checking the notifications on his phone for the tenth time, he’s kind of fed up with the pit in his stomach that’s been growing since the last time he’s heard from you earlier that day. Grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet. After making sure his own house is set, he’s already in his car. Tapping his fingers anxiously on the wheel to a non existent rhythm, he pulls into your driveway. Using his own key to unlock your door and let himself in like usual.

But it was unusually quiet and dark. ‘Not even a lamp on?’ He pauses briefly in place, immediately noticing a soft yet barely audible snore coming from the couch. His phone’s light leads the way to the sound. He can’t help but hurt a little (a lot) looking at you passed out on your couch.

Your phone’s alarms impeccable timing even blaring out at first, desperately labeled for you to ‘wake up’. But you being you, you press the lock button in your sleep silencing it. Even unconsciously not wanting to be woken up. You look so peaceful but so exhausted in the saddest way and at the same time.

“oh, sweetheart…” is all that’s said; spoken in a sad sigh composed of an empathetic heartbreak for you. He pauses again, effortlessly compiling a plan of action he knows you’d do for him and had done for him before. As you sleep like a rock- within 30 minutes Jeremy’s already placed a DoorDash order, set out your coziest pjs, and called your work letting them know there’d been a “family emergency” and that you “weren’t going to be in tomorrow”- something about a sick relative out of town. Of course writing down what was said, just in case anyone pestered you with details. Or rather, since you would probably worry people would pester you with details.

Soon after, he’s gathered your favorite go-to takeout making it look nice, and setting it on the coffee table along with turning on a dim but warm lamp. After staring at the choices on the tv he settles on a favorite comfort show for you. Before hitting play, he has another genius idea. He goes upstairs to snatch your favorite pillow and blanket from your room before bringing it back to gently lay it on you. He sets the pillow on his lap and gently rests your head down and you instantly curl up into him pulling the blanket up to your chin. Still blissfully asleep he’d rather you just get more sleep than bother you to wake up and eat right away.

He grabs the remote and presses play as you relaxed into him even more so while he’s absentmindedly trailing his fingers through your hair. He can’t help but look down in awe at how peaceful and comfortable you look. Not knowing how long it’s been since you’d slept he honestly didn’t care if it killed him not to move as long as you could stay as content as you looked right now.

After an episode had passed you’d started to wake up a bit. You can’t help but jolt awake with the feeling of panic. The fear-fueled list rushing through your head of everything that sleep had instantly devoured. It sped like a check list all at once; sleeping in to begin with, sleeping through all your alarms (again), ‘I forgot to reply to Jeremy’, what time is it?’ ‘am I late for work?’ ‘did I sleep all night?’

Everything just stopped though. As soon as you started to stir awake and heard, “hey hey hey, everything’s alright- you just took a short nap.” Your heartbeat finally beginning to slow down. An instant anvil amount of weight lifting off your chest, letting out the biggest sigh of relief. His calm and reassuring tone, the gentle waves of hair he’d resumed moving his fingers through helping put the air back into your lungs.

Your head fell right back onto the pillow on his lap. You rubbed at your eyes, resting your hands there. “I’m honestly so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in, I meant to text you when I got home-“ “I know, I know, and it’s okay.” His face matched his voice in pure genuineness.

“How long has it been since you actually slept?”

“Probably about two days maybe…” answering as honestly as you can remember.

“I’m so sorry, hun.” His thumb rubbing circles on your hand as he sighed

“Well, you’ve got time to catch up on it now.” He adds

“I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of called off work for you tomorrow-“

“What? What’d you do?” The concern instantly returning to your face

“It’s fine- I just told them a family emergency came up and you weren’t gonna be able to make it in tomorrow, I wrote everything down. Don’t panic! I got our stories straight” With every ounce of sincerity, he still couldn’t help but chuckle a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh either.

“Okay, yeah, I think I can spin that.”

“I think you can- shall we continue?” He asks gesturing to the tv, jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s continue.” You laugh back

Until he stops to stare at you seriously “Wait wait wait. Under one condition…”

“What’s the condition?”

“That you take some time off for yourself. I know you picked up more shifts than you needed to, and you’re genuinely working yourself too much. I want you to care about yourself as much as I do. Please?”

“You’re right, I’ve been ‘fuck it we ballin’ so much that I balled too much and it kinda fucked me. So yeah, easy deal. I accept the condition.” Saying it so seriously had the both of you laughing. Ending the night on a much better note than it had started.

You both spent the rest of the night, the next day, AND the next night in a comfortable loop of catching up on sleep and enjoying your time off together.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Hi! I don't know if this would be beyond your prompt acceptances (can't find a list, sorry!), but 49 and 103 for Kallias and Viviane? Thank you regardless, and I hope all is well within your life!

Hi! Totally not beyond my prompts. Also sorry I forgot to link my prompt list in the 500 follower event (assuming this is where it came from)

We don’t see a lot of Kallias and Viviane throughout the series. Still, they’re so cute that I couldn't think of a situation that was only heart breaking angst for them. So I’m writing this before they were mated and before under the mountain, basically, the story we get during the high lords meeting in ACOWAR.

Hope you like it!

Warnings: Hurt/comfort

WC: 1.1k (sorry it's so short)

Kallias loved Viviane. He had never been so sure of something in all his life. The only other thing he knew was whatever Amarantha had planned he would do anything to protect her from. Childhood friends bloomed into something more for him along the way and he had never cursed the mother for anything as much as that. 

Cursed himself for the inability to distance himself. He swears he can still feel her lips pressed against his. A moment he just couldn’t stop himself and pushed aside all those fears. He will never forget the way her eyes lit up. A stark contrast to what he saw as she stood in front of him right now. 

“I need you to stay here. Stay on the border.” He told her. Trying not to crumble at the sight of her dismay. 

“I’m going with you.” She fought back, arms crossing.

“Absolutely not. You will be more useful here.” Away from all the danger. He finished in his head, but if he truly told her how he felt she would only fight that much harder to come with him and he would die before he allowed her near Amarantha. 

“Don’t you want me?” Viviane sniffled. He knew the real question laced in those few words. Kallias had never hated himself more than he did knowing he was the cause of that sound but he had to keep her safe. Despite everything in him screaming to comfort her, to take her in his arms and never let go. So he shoved down all his feelings and lied between his teeth. 

“Not in the way you want me to.” The words stung even him. He felt shame wrap itself around him making his skin crawl. 

“The other night. That kiss felt so real…” tears started to fall down her face. “I just can’t pretend that didn’t happen” 

“It would be best if you did.” 

“I don’t believe you. Please I’ve known you for too long to not tell something is wrong.” 

“Viviane. Just stop. Stop looking for something that simply isn’t going to happen.” He instantly feels sick at the tone in his voice. The shout of a High Lord that made her flinch away from him. 

“If that’s what my High Lord wants of me.” She said voice suddenly colder than the air around them. He reached too late for her, she had already turned and was walking away. 

He would never forgive himself. For as long as he lived, if he lived through this, he would spend worshiping her to undo his words. To prove just how much he utterly loved her. 

That’s what he told himself as he prepared himself to go under the mountain. Kallias didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. When he went to go check on her the next day, she wouldn’t answer the door and he couldn’t bring himself to say the words he needed so desperately to tell her in a letter. 

Fully prepared to never see her again, he left for that vile place. Praying to whatever god that the look of anger wouldn’t be the last face he ever saw on her nor would his horrible words be the last thing she was left to remember him by. 

Using that last little bit of his powers he could clutch onto, he reached out for her. For Viviane, for his friend that he had loved for as long as he knew the meaning of the words. He poured out the words he had been too much of a coward to say to her face, words that had weighted on the tip of his tongue whenever he saw her smile or laugh or just exist. They all flowed from him, not exactly the eloquent confession he had planned but he spilled his heart out to her.  Followed by the only request he would ask of her. Keep them safe. You’re the only I trust to protect our court. And that was it, he lost his grip on that last sliver of his powers. Calming the roaring in his head by reminding himself that Viviane was safe, that his court was safe and that was all he needed to be okay. 

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The fifty years passed longer than anything Kallias had felt in his entire life. Knowing that Viivane was out there, that he had confessed his love and wasn’t even able to see her response. He was so close to seeing her again he could almost taste it. There would not be a day he would spend away from her side after this. Fifty years was nothing in comparison to the rest of his life but every second without her was an eternity in itself. 

Amarantha lay dead in front of him. The silence that followed the sound of Feyre’s spine snapping was excruciating. There was no feeling of celebration as he watched Tamlin go through something he truly never wished to experience first hand. It was the idea of holding Viviane as she died in his arms that had him extending his hand over the human female. Dropping that golden kernel of his power over her chest. All the high lords around him held their breath at the first act they had all performed together since the last war played out in front of them. He only stayed long enough to confirm that Feyre was in fact alive. He didn’t care about the glowing of her skin or the newly formed ears that marked her as high fae. With the favor done, one he would do time and time again as thanks for her bravery, he winnowed out of that place under the mountain and breathed in the chill of his court. The sun was nearly blinding as it reflected off the white snow covered landscape. 

She saw him first. He had never seen her run as fast as she did at that moment. Body crashing against his as he caught her like he had been doing it his whole life. Eyes glazed over and before he could even utter a word, she pulled him into a bruising kiss that soothed a ragging part of his soul he hadn't even realized was screaming for her. Their lips had barely parted before he was falling to his knees in front of her, begging for her to marry him that day. He had waited his whole life for her and refused to go another day without being tied to her. 

They were in front of a priestess within the hour. Vows were hastily sworn and as he looked into Viiviane’s eyes, he knew that he had all that he would ever need standing right in front of him. That nothing would ever separate them again.

[camillesblogsposts]

How you and Ellie got together (officially)

Ellie had been attempting to make things official with you for several months. Your arrangement went as such; you’d be wowed by her, courted, and you’d give in and sleep with her. She’d ask you to be hers and you’d panic and leave. Then, you’d find yourself swiftly falling for her all over again. You were terrified. Ellie was so strong, in all aspects. She was an incredible fighter, she was brilliant at her job in patrols. She was so capable, even when experiencing the most emotionally taxing of situations she remained calm and steady. She always took initiative and made decisions. Ellie struggled with her mental health but she managed to keep it completely separate from her responsibilities. This terrified you- you were anxious and clumsy, you were weak. You slowed down your patrol partners. Whenever you were with Ellie it was obvious that she had to work overtime to protect you, literally watching you like a hawk. You were a notorious cry baby, finding yourself blubbering in public on a semi frequent basis. You couldn’t keep your emotions private, you were sensitive. You were fragile. Logically, Ellie knew this already. In fact it attracted her. She wanted you to be hers desperately. But to you, you felt like the moment it became official she would realise what a mistake she had made. And she would leave, and you’d never get the attention she gave you again. And you were desperate for her attention.

Two months into this cycle, Ellie was starting to crack under the pressure of needing you. She was obsessed with you. She had been for as long as she had known you (which had been three years at this point) but having glimpses of what it would be like to really have you as hers worsened her obsession terribly. You were all she thought about. She operated on the basis of existing close to you. When she worked, she thought of how she was protecting you. She cleaned her house knowing it would be a more pleasant environment for you the next time she managed to swoon you over. She kept her hygiene well kept, despite her struggles, because she just needed you to want her. She worked harder on her body, wanting to be stronger and more capable for you. She made sure she was eating well. She was caring for herself for the first time in her life.

She came to your bedroom door; you shared a small home with your friend, Cat. Ellie’s ex. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. Ellie and Cat had remained friends, their separation was just because they realised that they preferred it that way. It was never a drama. Cat had gave Ellie her tattoo, and that made you somewhat jealous. It was permanent. A permanent reminder of a relationship that had been. But it was a lovely tattoo, it complimented the muscular structure of her arm well, so you couldn’t really complain considering you often caught yourself drooling at the sight. Ellie knocked at your bedroom door. It startled you, as you leant over your desk writing in your diary. You were writing about Ellie, you were considering biting the bullet and telling her how you feel. Communication is what you need to solve this Dina had said. So you would. Even if you knew it would end in you shaking, knees buckling, crying and blubbering and struggling for breath.

“Who is it?” You tried to make it sound like you hadn’t been on the verge of tears from anxiety. “Ellie, can I come in?” Your breath hitched. You stood and walked to the door, opening it for her. She stood taller than you, her hair partially tied back. She was wearing her blue button up. You found yourself absent of the ability to speak. “Have you been crying?” She asked, suddenly concerned. “No, I’m just a bit anxious.” She stepped into your room and closed the door behind her gently. “Will you please listen to me?” She asked, her voice stifled slightly. She sounded pained. You nodded.

“Y/N, I don’t want to keep doing this, going back n forth, y’know?”

“Neither do I, Ellie.” You sounded the most assertive you ever had, but it mostly came off as confrontational.

“I-okay, so, is this it, then?”

You were confused. You hadn’t realised that ending your situation-ship was really even in the equation. You needed each other. You both knew it.

“What? No, I don’t want to not have you.” You panicked, walking towards her. She grimaced and turned her face away from yours, “Y/N, you can’t keep doing this to me.”

“Doing what to you?”

“Doing what? Making me think you want me and then, then fucking leaving like I mean nothing to you.”

“Ellie you mean everything to me.”

“Why can’t you just fucking be with me then?”

You faltered back. Your throat was constricted. “Ellie,”

“No, no more avoiding it just tell me what about me is wrong. What don’t you want.”

You started to cry hearing that, you tried desperately to hold it back, covering your face with your hands. “It’s not about you.” Your voice cracked. There was a pause, and then her hand fell on your shoulder hesitantly. “Then tell me what it’s about, please.”

You sat down together on your bed, her arms cradling you into her side. “I’m scared.” She strokes you. “Scared of what?” She asks. “Scared you won’t like me anymore, I’m not like you Ellie, I’m weak, I’m not like you or Dina or Cat.” You had cried all of your tears out seemingly, sat now stiff and hiccuping.

Ellie got up, and kneeled in front of you on the floor. She held your hands tightly in your lap and kissed them. “Y/N, you’re not weak, you’re strong in different ways than me. I couldn’t make all the shit you do, all the soaps and herbal stuff, you help out so much here. N’ even if you were weak, like weaker than Jesse even, I’d still be completely in love with you.” She managed to make you laugh, and she felt a momentary pride. Your face and chest were buzzing.

“Ells, I’m in love with you, I think I always have been.” She smiled and stood again, leaning down to hold your face in her hands. “You’re my girl now, yeah?” She teased. “Forever.” She kissed you, gently. Then again, a little more rough.

[multi-fandom-hoebag]

Worship (F!Rook x Bellara)

Shameless smut, I’m too tired to write a proper summary.

18+ only minors DNI!

“You taste so good,” Rook whispered, licking her lips to taste the sweetness of her lover on her mouth.

There was something so erotic about knowing she was the only one who had ever been with Bellara in this way, that she was the only one who had ever made her feel this way. She loved watching the elf write beneath her, her words affecting her just as much as her touch.

She ran her thumbs over Bellara ’s glistening womanhood, gently spreading her apart to give her better access to her most sensitive areas. Bellara moaned, a sound filled with helpless longing as she desperately awaited Rook’s touch.

Rook’s teased the tip of her thumb over the swollen bundle, marveling at how sensitive Bellara already was. She knew it would take only a few strategic touches to bring her over the edge, but Rook was not about to let the moment pass so quickly,

“So pretty,” Rook complimented, marveling at the way Bellara shivered at her words.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to-ah!” Her words were cut off as Rook blew gently against her, the sensation making coherent thought all but impossible.

“So impatient,” Rook teased. She was surprised at how steady her own voice was, considering how desperately she wanted to drink Bellara dry, but she resisted, willing herself to prolong the experience.

Bellara arched against her, seeking the friction her body so desperately craved. Rook could not help but chuckle at the desperate whimper that escaped her, the tone telling her that she was driving her absolutely wild with longing.

Rook decided to give in just a little, making a slow sweep between Bellara ’s legs with the plane of her tongue. It wasn’t much, just enough to provide a momentary relief for Bellara while allowing Rook to taste the sweet nectar pooling between her legs.

It was intoxicating. Bellara enveloped all of her senses until nothing else existed, leaving only the feeling of her mouth working against Bellara ’s center.

“Rook please, I need you.”

“What do you need?” Rook replied, using every ounce of willpower she had to pull away from her.

“Do you need me to suck on this pretty bundle? To taste every bit of your sweetness?”

“Yes,” Bellara panted, her grip on the sheets so tight her knuckles had gone numb.

“You want my fingers inside you, telling you how good you feel? To hear how much I love to feel how close you are while drinking you up?”

“Yes!” Bellara practically shouted, sounding more desperate than she ever had.

“I’m going to drink up every inch of you, I want to taste you even after we’re finished. I want you to tatse yourself on my tongue so you can know how sweet you are. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

It was the last word spoken between them as Rook took Bellara into her mouth and made good on every one of her promises.

[peachymilkandcream]

Hey I saw in your rules that you don’t do any writing regarding the characters death but I was wondering if you would do a one shot of Levi reacting to Evelyn trying to end her life .

I’m just asking as I wasn’t sure if that falls under character death 

Love ur work🤭❤️

Levi x Evelyn -> Meant To Be Yours

(A/N: Yes the title is a Heathers reference, yes this will be inspired off that, yes you should listen to the song while reading, and YES YES YES to this request for reading the rules and being so considerate! Happy you like my work and thanks for requesting!)

WARNINGS: suicide attempt, violence, manipulation, implied noncon/dubcon, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, domestic violence, forced marriage, imprisonment, etc.

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Levi had thought his wife knew by now that he demanded she meet him at the door when he came home. Her duty was to welcome him home properly, he was after all, her entire world, her whole existence. She should be waiting at the door hoping that he'll come home so she can rush into his arms and give him all the affection and love he deserved. When she didn't it made his already annoyed mood significantly worse, if she knew what was good for her she'd suck him off as an apology.

Levi untied his cravat, letting it hang around his neck as he stomped his feet up the stairs. If she had fallen asleep then there would be some forgiveness, especially if she woke up from his footsteps and greeted him as she should.

The bedroom door was locked, no surprise. He could break it down but reasoning with her sometimes worked so it was worth a shot.

He knocked on the door firmly. "Evelyn? Open the door."

When there was no answer he huffed and rubbed his temples, of course she was like this. They had gotten into a brief fight the other night because he had told her what his parenting standards would be for the both of them once she was pregnant and she had the nerve to have an opinion. Now she was being difficult, which was just what his throbbing headache needed.

"Evelyn open the door please." Simple manners should have been enough, but when she still didn't respond he pressed further. If a half-assed apology led to willing sex he was all for it. "Look, can we not fight anymore? You have a right to voice your opinions, and I have a right to tell you how fucking stupid they are."

The silence continues, now it was pissing him off. If she thought that he was going to come to her begging on his knees for forgiveness she had another thing coming.

"Don't make me come in there Evelyn."

Once again she ignored him, his temper going from bad to worse.

"I'm going to count to three and you better open this goddamn door!" There was a pause. "One-" He didn't even hear the sound of footsteps. "Two-" His anger reached a boiling point, this kind of disobedience would not be tolerated.

"Fuck it-!"

His foot slammed into the door, freeing it from the lock and swinging open, hitting the wall. He didn't care if it left a dent, he didn't care about that at all, he just wanted to find her and punish her.

"Evelyn!? Get your ass out here, don't think that you can hide until I forgive you."

He rushes into the bathroom, horrified to see her head under the water of the bathtub. The bubbles reaching the surface the only inclination she hadn't succeeded in her little suicide attempt.

Without delay Levi grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her face to the surface, causing her to gulp in air hungrily, coughing up water in the process.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

"Levi-"

He drags her into the bedroom, throwing her on the couch and checking for any possible injuries. Finding none, he paces back and forth in front of her.

"I know you hate our marriage Evelyn but what the hell has gone through your mind!? Killing yourself!? Are you that stupid!? That desperate to get away from me!?"

She stares him down, defiantly.

"So that's how it's going to be huh? Nothing to say? Funny, considering you won't ever shut your big mouth about everything else!" He runs his hand through his hair angrily. "You can't even have basic necessities anymore since you'll try and find some way to kill yourself or escape." He pauses when he gets an idea. "That's it."

Evelyn seems to read his mind, shaking her head. "Oh no, Levi no- I won't try it again-"

"I can't trust you on that wife. And until I do I know just the place for you." He grabs her by the arm roughly, dragging her through the house until they reach the basement. The basement where all her fears and horrors take place.

He throws her onto that thin mattress, she hoped to never come back down here again. Down here all of Levi's sick and twisted nature was truly revealed.

She glanced at the section of floor that went from stone to dirt, graves he had dug to hide the victims of those who stood in their way. This place was the thing of nightmare, and now she was stuck down here until who knows when Levi forgave her.

He pressed a kiss on her head. "Let's see how living life with me will look after you think it over my dear."

She clings onto him as he starts to leave, begging him tearfully not to go. But he kicks her off, hurrying up the stairs and locking the door, she was in the dark with all of the ghosts reaching out their hands for her.

[rileyslibrary]

I got you, don’t worry. I cropped everything out and covered the character’s name and other details in case anyone pins it back to you. I wanted to reply publicly since this might help someone in the same position as you. Also, please know that I deleted the ask so there’s no trace of you in my ask box, in case you feel uncomfortable. I hope you see this.

FYI, I’m returning after I wrote this just to let you know that this is probably one of the longest replies I’ve given. I think refraining from writing is making me compose chapter-length responses. Also, I had a beer while writing this, so please accept my sincere apologies if it’s too “chattery.”

You’re not asking for my assistance, although your message feels like a desperate plea for help. I think I can do that for you. You don’t want to? Too bad.

So, let's start with the writing part and then move on to the hate (eek!)

If you read/watched/studied the material and generally did your homework, as you say, then maybe you can go back to studying and see if you missed something. I, personally, won’t critique your work since I’m nothing but an apprentice myself. I won’t act as a know-it-all.

Something I personally like to do as I write, though, is to keep the campaign or cutscenes from Ghost playing in the background. Or, I try to be conscious, and ask myself questions like “Why am I making him do that thing? Is it something he would naturally do, based on what I studied? Or is it something I would do, and I’m projecting it on him instead? Am I making him do/say that just to progress the story, and I’m not thinking clearly?”

Also, don’t study only what the characters say. Observe their facial expressions. Their posture. Even if they are somewhere in the background, just standing. And, he doesn’t have to be perfect, mind you. I mean, what are you gonna do? Plagiarise the freaking canon?! No; Close enough is good enough.

I already replied to a request regarding writing, by the way. You can find it under the writing tag in this blog.

Now, if we’re talking about anons/readers who act as self-proclaimed undisputed authorities with biases and strong opinions, I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do here. I mean it’s not the game developers who creep into your inbox/comments. Or the character himself.

It’s just… a hater. *dun, dun, duuuuun*

Like, it’s one thing not to like a person’s writing/story/content and another to criticise and spew hate while forcing your own personal opinions as if they are the bible.

The first one is normal, reasonable and reversible, believe it or not since you can move on and forget that that fic ever existed.

The second is *shivers* tacky.

Listen, though: if you have already made up your mind (stopping writing altogether), I 100% support you. You shouldn’t feel pressured to do so just because there’s a new game coming up. (I think that’s what you meant?)

But if you want to start writing again and decide to revisit the source material and apply the things suggested above, it’d be better to reform your relationship with this kind of feedback because me telling you that these people don’t matter won’t do you any good. It’s not a reasonable explanation. Sometimes, we want other people’s feedback; that’s why we share what we do.

The reality is that there are people out there who are deeply troubled. They have issues with their families, their jobs, themselves, and god knows what else. They are in pain, and they don’t know how (or don’t have the means) to help themselves. Sometimes, this pain is beyond them, so instead of doing something to solve their problems actively, they displace it onto others.

Seriously, babe, it’s a thing. Here, look:

Displacement is a defence mechanism that involves an individual transferring negative feelings from one person or thing to another.

Example: “My father screams at me, but i can’t scream back at him because he is an ‘authority’. I’m in pain, so, as a result, I choose to scream at this less-threatening person who happens to be a stranger online.”

Mind you, this is beyond their comprehension, NOT because they are stupid, but because they never learned that this is an unhealthy way to cope.

So next time this happens, don’t get angry or upset. Empathise with them.

Hurt people, hurt people.

And if all else fails, just do what I do and block them; that’s what I do 🤷🏻‍♀️. Just don’t attack back and don’t reply; let it end there.