#i dont see them mentioned v often

[rosemarytrash]

Do you have any ashen ships?

you mean that ♣ type shit?

not really! none that i'm particularly passionate about. when it fancies me i may read some vrisrose hateship fic with kanaya attempting to mediate in a sloppy sapphic way. but in that sense i don't think i've ever been into a genuinely ashen ship that didn't divulge into some actual love/hate triangle situation. that there quadrant vacillation and hiding behind the ashen cloak to keep ones true feelings (poorly) disguised... like i like that dynamic but not the actual thing itself

but that is probably born from my enjoyment of reading kanaya trying her damnedest in spite of herself with vriska and tavros and eridan lol. i did think, way back when, in the moment, that gamrezi with rose on the side had interesting potential as an ashen situation, or at least interesting potential as an exploration of toxic troll romance with a human not understanding shit about jack. i would've been into that had anything ever happened with it in canon, probably, almost maybe because anything to do with the seers is just cool by itself and i like gamzee as a standalone so like altogether that just had a lot of my fav things going on

but in that same moment where that was mentioned and then thrown away, otp graduated to canon, so oh well i guess

[woolydemon]

they're reccing sans au posts to me now ...

[piplupod]

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[nocturnalcharm]

SWF Alphabet (Logan Howlett)

𐙚 cw: mention of sex briefly, cursing

𐙚 a/n: all of these are just my ~opinions~ so feel free to disagree w me lol also maybe a lil self indulgent so probs not v accurate to wolvie but its alr :,) NOT PROOFREAD

18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— doesn’t start out affectionate, but once you’ve got a deep connection, he becomes more affectionate. loves hugs and surprising you with gifts

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— would start bc of the team obv. feel like he’d be the type of friend where,,, if you called him at 3am, for any reason, he’d be out of the house and otw to you at 3:01.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— as much as i want to say yes.. like realistically no. bc nightmares and claws and trauma. but likeeee this is my blog bitch so yes hehe. he’s a big cuddle bug. def likes to be the big spoon but doesn’t mind being a lil spoon sometimes.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— yes, he could see himself settling down but doesn’t rly care for getting married though, he just doesn’t see the point of it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— (im crying) if he HAD to, i feel like he’d push it off and become more distant until you ask him what’s wrong, then he’d tell you everything. ookaY NEXT I DONT WANNA BE SAD

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— i feel like he wouldn’t want to get married, not for a specific reason, just like doesn’t see the point. is committed to you though and if it was rly important to you, he would.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— hA. physically yes very gentle unless ur having sex. emotionally………. nah. like if it’s a rly serious situation then yeah but he might not realize how serious something is until he’s already made an ass out of himself and then he’s like //oh shit i fucked up//

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— heheh… yes. he hugs you all the time. literally always. coming up behind you while you’re cooking, or brushing your teeth and bear hugs you. he just likes touching you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

— oof. he takes awhile to say it. he def says it first though. but like.. awhile. probably like a year.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

— WHEWWWW I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. he’s very jealous. he says he’s not. but his actions show otherwise. like says he’s fine but can’t keep his hands off you (when he normally hates PDA) ugh i love it. just wants to show everyone you’re his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— passionate. leaves you wanting more. he likes to kiss you allllll overrrr. he likes to be kissed on his neck. and his chest when you’re cuddling and he doesn’t have a shirt on. and lips but duh.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

— cautious, like kinda scared. especially around babies. doesn’t know how to handle them lol

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

— sleepy, cuddly mornings. staying in bed for as long as possible.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

— i like to think you two stay up late together. watching movies, cooking food at midnight, you two often fall asleep on the couch instead of the bed

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— he doesn’t start getting rly personal until he knows you’re someone to trust, but it’d take awhile. he reveals things slowly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

— unless you do something to really piss him off, which you wouldnt, i feel like he’d be chill (with u only obv, angry wolvie w everyone else)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— sorry but like he remembers every detail you’ve told him. he comes home randomly with a specific candy bar you mentioned you like ONCE 2 years ago and is so proud of himself.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

— when he first said “i love you”. he was so vulnerable and scared honestly but everything was fine and you said it back!!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— VERY. VERY BITCH. he will cut a bitch to protect you. literally. ‘touch her and you die’ vibes.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— i kinda feel like unless it’s something rly important, he wouldn’t put that much effort in but not bc he doesn’t care. bc you like to go over the top and plan out everything lol

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— isn’t great at communication. prob bottles things up until he kinda blows up whoooops. he definitely tries but has a hard time opening up.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

— he cares, have u seen his lil tufts? isn’t obsessed but puts effort into his appearance. just wants to look good for you!!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— ummm yes. it takes a lot for him to open up & be comfortable around someone so if you just weren’t there anymore, for whatever reason, he would feel incomplete

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

— imagining him getting ready for date and he’s styling his lil tufts and ur waiting on him like ‘babe hurry we’re gonna be late!!’ and he’s just trying to perfect his hair so he looks good for you omg

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

— as a yapper this hurts to say but… if you talk too much i feel like it’d annoy him. just imaging you going on and on and on and in his head he’s like ‘get to the mf point ohmygoddddd’

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

— like i mentioned earlier, accidentally falling asleep on the couch lol. sorry but he snores and you have to shake him to make him stop

[tiredofthehumanlife]

He bloody kissed me😱

Barbie dolls: rosekiller x you (Evan rosier, Barty crouch jr, and your gay ass)

Words: 6.7k ish

Summary: gn!reader btw but so basically Barty and Evan decide to include you in their sex life so yeah

Warnings: allusions to Jegulus, Barty gets called a fucktoy, choking, Barty is v submissive and then Evan is like dominant?? And then r is like the medium between the two, KNIVES KNIVES, blood lots of blood, they lap up the blood like hounds, Barty cried during sex but like he's chill dont worry about him, handcuffs Barty is restrained, Voldemort mentioned, Evan quite enjoys degrading Barty, lots of praise, choking with a belt, Barty is the only one who cums, I don't think you people read these, Barty gets called a slut, cumslut, and a whore, cuckolding undertones srry ig, Barty's comes in his pants, is it comes or cums?, Barty's happy trail is mentioned so often it deserves a space in the credits, scarring, cannibalism undertones (they aren't under they're very present), AFTERCARE INCLUDED SUCK MY DICK ITS PART OF SEX, if you know me 😐not anymore

Being friends with Barty and Evan was enjoyable. They were funny, they were nice on occasion, however they were also insane. More specifically they were insane in bed. It wasn't even something you wanted to know. Everything you learned about their sex life was involuntary.

Barty would come in with a new bandage and an impossible to recreate grin. You'd get worried that he got into trouble and ask his what happened. He give you a bright smile and mutter 'ask my boyfriend'. You fell for it everytime, too. Your love for your friends often trumped your common sense. Always so worried for him you'd forget he was a physchopath dating a psychopath. He had shown up with bruises before, a hickey, a bruise on his arm in the shape of a hand, yada yada. If you didn't know them as well as you wished you didn't you would've thought Evan was beating Barty without his consent. Unfortunately you did know them, you knew they were a match made in hell. Bruises and cuts before, sure but never this bad.

From the second Barty entered the Great Hall, you were zoned in on his neck. A long blue stripe spanned across his throat, with more purple in a squarish shape. Evan was happily holding onto Barty's arm over his shoulders. They split when they reached the table, Barty coming to sit next to you and Evan across from him. Dorcas and Pandora were deep in a conversation about the way someone would go about turning into a tree. Regulus was ignoring all of you, deeply focused on his breakfast and the book in his lap. You gripped onto Barty's shoulder staring at his neck.

"Barty, what happened to your neck?" You whispered. Evan snorted across from you. You sent him a glare, assuming he was laughing at Barty.

"Belt." Barty said, reaching around you to steal a sausage off Regulus' plate.

"A belt? Barty, what? Who the hell did you get into a fight with? Who rips off their belt in the middle of a tossle? The fuck is wrong these people?" You started glancing around the Hall to see if you could find someone with a black eye or two.

"Who you looking for, baby?" Evan asked. You turned back to the table to stare at Evan. He raised an eyebrow at you. You looked between Barty's cocky grin and Evan's teasing look. The realization finally hit you, your shoulders slumping. You sighed and ripped your hand away from Barty's shoulder, wiping it off on your shirt.

"You two are filthy. Truly." Barty shrugged. Evan sneakily pulled a slice of toast off of Dorcas' plate. She continued arguing with Pandora about human trees.

"Well you can't lie, you think it's hot." Barty said, leaning in to your personal space. "Don't you, baby" You felt your ears go red. You stared at Barty's smug face. You reached up and pushed him away from you.

"No comment." Evan laughed at you.

"See that's basically a yes." Evan muttered. You shook your head.

"I think you two are disgusting little parasites. It's filthy and foul." You said, crossing your arms. Barty leaned his head on your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"I love it when you talk sexy." You shoved Barty off of you. Evan shrugged. You three went to your regular conversation over your assignments, most of which Barty didn't do and still aced the class.

In fact it wasn't until a week later they brought up their sex life to you, again. This time you shockingly hadn't fallen for their tricks. You were all piled in the boys' dorm. Dorcas, Pandora, and Marlene were all sat on Evan's bed. Marlene was painting Pandora's nails, not that she was very good at it. Dorcas had her head resting on top of Marlene's thigh, 'resting her eyes' as she said. Regulus had laid down for a nap hours ago. He had a very exhausting day, having to speak to Potter and all that. His curtains were drawn and you were glad the others had all silently agreed to stay quiet while speaking. You were sat on Barty's bed, which was next to Evan's. Barty and Evan were sitting next to you. Evan had his head rested on your shoulder, as him and Barty quietly whispered to each other. You were focused on your book, blocking out everyone's voices.

You kept your full attention on the story, the words sweeping you away into another world. Just as things were ramping up, a fight sparking between two characters, Marlene interrupted your train of thought. Her voice dragging you out of the world.

"Are you really going to let them do that next to you?" You gave her a confused look, tilting your head.

"Do what?" As you spoke you turned to look next to you. You found your boys with their tongues down each others throats. Barty had his leg thrown over Evan's lap, pushing Evan's shirt up. Evan yanked at Barty's hair. You were suddenly aware of the wet noises right next to your ear, their moans sending a chill of disgust down your spine.

"Oh! Boys, cut it out." You swatted them with your book. They broke apart sitting straight again. Evan pulled his shirt down. You noticed them both readjusting their pants, much to your dissapointment. You muttered about how nasty they were as you turned back to your book.

"Nothing was stopping you from joining, sweetheart." Evan whispered. You shuttered. You stared moved back to read where yu left off, though now you were unfocused. You could only think of the image of Barty running his nails down Evan's stomach. Evan biting down on Barty's tongue, his hand edging towards the band of Barty's pants. You kept restarting on your paragraph, trying your hardest to focus on the words. All you could think about was them. Within a second you realized your disgust was a red herring. You pretended to gag, you called them gross, you told them they were filthy rabbits, you told them to get a room, but really deep down you were...

attracted to them.

Oh god. Oh god, Oh god. You were attracted to not only your best friends, but your best friends who were dating. Not what do you do. Tell them? Have them stare at you with their 'I'm actively sitting next to my boyfriend' eyes? Ignore it? Just have them be all gross and loving and stuff in front of you all the time? You sighed deeply. It appears your best choice of action is to ignore it. You felt Evan wrap his arm around yours, using it as a pillow.

So you did ignore it, mostly. You really just stared at them wistfully as they went about loving each other and leaving the evidence of their long nights out in the open. It felt like they were taunting you with their hickeys, bruises, and kisses. Their gentle touches, showing the other they loved them, burning your own skin. They were completely clueless, just being in a happy realationship. All the while their best friend was yearning for them to touch you in the way they did each other. They did seem to catch the shift in tension. They hadn't said anything yet, but they'd share glances with each other.

Finally they did sit you down under the impression you were meeting up to get Regulus to confess his feelings. Barty held onto both your hands as he revealed that this meeting wasn't about Regulus, it was about you. Evan asked what was wrong, what was going on. You gave them both a confused look, lying and saying 'what i have no ideaaaaaa'. They both glared at you, giving you time to gather your own courage. You three sat in silence as you sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay yeah, well so basically-" You paused suddenly feeling like you should lie more to get yourself out of this terrible situation. You stared at the dormitory floor, wishing you were anywhere but Barty's bed.

"I am totally into these two hufflepuffs. I just I can't pick which one I want more. I just- It's all I can think about. And I know I've been distracted. But I will be working on focusing on my friends more. I know it must've been putting a strain on our friendship but I'm working on it." Lies, but hey why communicate when you could fib. Barty squeezed your hands. Evan sighed and rolled his eyes. So mayhaps they saw through it. Mayhaps they'll ignore it and let you slide.

"Do you genuinely think you're good at lying or do you just think we're stupid?" Evan asked. You gave him a confused look. You shook your head.

"I don't- I have no idea what you're talking about right-"

"Be serious."

"Okay so I lied. I'm a fibber. What about it?" You caved the second Barty spoke up. You had the backbone of an uncooked spaghetti noddle, but you still gave it a shot.

"Can you just tell us what's going on? You keep being weird." Evan groaned, crossing his arms. You sighed and pulled your hands out of Barty's.

"Alright fine, so maybe the Hufflepuffs were you. But maybe we don't need to talk about that or address that at all. Maybe ignoring it all was the friends we made along the way." Barty grabbed onto your hands again, Evan squatting down in front of you.

"Well, darling, have you considered that maybe we're totally into you too?" Barty asked, lightly squeezing your hands. Evan rested his hands on your knees.

"Obviously not." Evan muttered.

"Listen, the feelings are mutual. We've discovered this now. We're also sitting on a bed." Barty gestured to his sheets underneath you. Evan scoffed.

"Of course you're suggesting intercourse at a time like this." You whispered.

"You're not saying no." Evan pointed out.

"I am not, I am saying though, not now. Give me like a week or so to wrap my head around all this jazz." And with that you left to think. You retracted. You stayed quiet and ignored you friends. All of your energy put into figuring out what you wanted to do. It ended up only taking you about 3 days of silence for you to realize what you wanted to do. Which was to fuck them for a month straight, but you'd settle for a few minutes.

Within a flash of an eye you were searching for them all over the castle. You evenyually found them, sitting on the couch with Barty's head resting on Evan's shoulder. They were both decked in their pajamas, cozily curled up against each other. You stood in front of them waiting on them to look up at you. Evan did first, Barty's eyes closed. As they both stared at you, you steeled yourself.

"I know what I want." Evan nodded, giving you encouragement to finish your thought. "I want you to show me everything." They both looked at each other before standing. Evan latched onto your hand before grabbing onto Barty by the back of his shirt. Evan dragged you both up the stairs, his grip gentler on you. You were smiling the whole way up the staircase. Barty caught a glimpse of your face and blew you a kiss.

Barty moved to his bed, taking you with him. He laid down on his back and patted the mattress next to him. You sat next to him and watched him unbutton his shirt. Evan squatted down next to his bed digging under it. Barty smiled up at you pointing to his lips before puckering them. You met his demands, leaning down to him. Barty quickly buried his hand on the back of your head, tugging the hair between his fingers. You groaned into his mouth. Barty took the opertunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You felt Barty's hand leave your head, only to be replaced by another hand. Evan pulled your head back, your throat being fully exposed. Evan dipped his head down, dragging his teeth down the column of your neck. You heard Barty sigh under you both. Evan pulled back and set a shoebox on top of Barty's chest, using him a table. Evan pulled the lid off, glancing up at you to make sure your attention was on him.

"This is most of everything, babe. We're still learning what's enjoyable and what's not. I thought we'd start here. Barty is our test subject, for today. Trust me, he wont mind." Evan said. You leaned forward peering into the box. What you found wasn't really all that intresting, a belt, lube, condoms, a knife, handcuffs that looked particularly cheap, but it was more the gaurentee of what was to come, Barty. You felt a grin grow, looking up at Evan. He nodded.

"Knew you'd be curious. So here's my preposition, I'll do something and you watch. Then if you wanted to try, I could talk you through it, yeah?" You nodded excitedly at Evan. Evan removed the box from Barty, instead setting it next to you on the bed. Barty sat up and slipped his shirt off entirely, dropping it to the floor. Evan straddled Barty's hips. Barty pinned his hands underneath Evan's legs. Barty looked giddy. You sat next to them, watching them intently. Evan sighed, running his hands up and down Barty's chest.

"Barty doesn't really need much of anything, he's truly just a fuck toy. He quite enjoys choking, but the belt is really something that needs more buildup." You listened intently to Evan. You wanted to pay your full attention to Evan but he kept tweaking Barty's nipples while talking. Evan slid his hand up to Barty's throat. Evan squeezed, watching Barty's grin grow. Barty stared up at Evan. His eyes slipped away from Evan's to yours. Evan squeezed harder making Barty's eyes roll back.

"How do you know you're not hurting him, more than he wants I mean?" You asked, looking away from Barty to look at Evan. Evan smiled at you, glad you were excited to learn.

"He'll tap me three times if he wants me to stop, or he'll say 'snakes'. " Evan turned his focus back to Barty. Barty's mouth had gone slack, staring up at the ceiling. Evan looked back to you.

"Do you wanna try?" You felt a wave of warmth pass over you at the question. You nodded. You were slightly concerned that you'll do it wrong. Barty's face and Evan's muttered praises as you took Evan's place. You straddled Barty as he breathed harder, catching his breath.

You felt his bulge pressing into your leg as you settled your hands on his stomach. Evan sat where you were, next to the box, off to the side. Evan rubbed your shoulder as you traced Barty's happy trail. Evan gently grabbed the back of your hand pulling it up towards Barty's neck. You looked to Barty, uncertain that he didn't just enjoy choking because Evan was the one doing it. Barty smiled up at you, nodding eagerly. Evan pressed a kiss to your shoulder, placing your hand on Barty's throat. Evan took his hand off yours, giving you a moment to pull away if you needed. He placed his hand back on yours, squeezing on the sides.

"Squeeze him like that, yeah?" You nodded, mimicking Evan's force. Barty was smiling at you the whole time, egging you on.

"Harder. Pretty please, darling?" Barty muttered. You glanced at Evan, out of the corner of your eye. Evan nodded, reasueingly rubbing your arm. He ran his hand down to yours, showing you how to add more pressure properly. When Evan removed his hand and you took over, Barty moaned. He opened his mouth again. You wanted to lean over to Evan and ask why Barty did that but it felt mean. You were enjoying the look on Barty's face. You looked over at Evan with a growing grin. Evan smiled at you.

"Yeah?" You nodded, looking back down at Barty. You realeased your grip. Barty opened his eyes watching as your hand returned to his happy trail. Evan ignored Barty's whining, focusing on you in stead.

"What's next? You wanna pick from the box?" Evan asked. You nodded, although you were starting to feel like Evan was babying you. You leaned over Barty to look inside the box. You pulled the handcuffs out, showing them to Evan. He took the out of your hands.

"Barty, hands up." Barty raised his arms from his sides. Evan pulled the handcuffs through the top part of the headboard. You helped move Barty's hands to the handcuffs. Evan pulled Barty's wrists into them, locking the cuffs. Evan noticed the worring look on your face.

"He can get out of them if he wants to, they're actually a toy from like a random gas station in the middle of nowhere." You looked back to see Barty waving around his free hand. Evan tsked pulling Barty's hand back towards the cuffs. Barty grinned, leaving his hands above his head. He sent you a wink as you looked back into the box. Evan looked with you, curious it see what you would pull out next. You glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. He gave you an encouraging look as you reached into the shoebox. You pulled out the knife, holding the handle out to Evan. Evan smiled at you, taking the Knife out of your hands.

Now that you were actually looking at it you could tell it was less of a knife and more of a dagger. The handle and sheath was green, tiny gemstones forming flowers. If you didn't have an impatient Barty bucking his hips up into yours, you would've marveled at the beauty.

Evan pulled the sheath off the dagger, who knew a knife could get prettier with its clothes off? It was very pretty, two small slivers of space in the middle dragging from the handle down towards the tip. If you were Barty, you'd be quite excited. Evidently he was, moaning at the sound of Evan pulling the knife out of the sheath. Evan looked up at you to make sure you were paying attention before moving the dagger towards Barty. Evan gently dragged it over his skin, doing nothing more than enticing Barty.

"Pay attention, baby. You have to be gentle. You don't want to hurt him, more than usual." You followed along, watching Evan's hands. Evan placed one hand further up Barty's chest, the other one spinning the blade around. Evan pointed the tip down, pressing the metal into Barty's stomach. He dragged it down slowly, a small trail of blood following it. Barty groaned. You ignored him, focusing on Evan. Evan looked up at you as he pulled the bloody blade away, showing you the small mark he left. It was barely two inches big, off to the side. You stared at the red on the side of blade. Something deep inside you told you to lean forward and run your tongue over the blade. You didn't.

You gently took the blade out of Evan's hand. He nodded at you, whispering something about 'being good'. You didn't catch it but felt it was an inappropriate time to bring up your chronic 'huh?'-ing. You stared down at Barty, checking with him again if he was ready. Barty smiled at you, bucking his hips up. You groaned and shot your hands down to his hips. You pushed them down into the mattress.

"Sit still." You ordered, your tone biting at Barty's grin. He wanted to roll his eyes but your and Evan's wicked smiles made him reconsider. Barty stayed still, waiting. You brought the knife down towards his stomach. Off to the left side of his bellybutton closer to his hipbone. You watched Barty's reaction as you made a small cut in a downwards angle. Evan encouraged you with a kiss to your cheek as Barty whimpered underneath you. You watched the cut dribble out blood, a swam of excitement passing over your skin making you flush more. You looked up to Barty's contorted face. His eyebrows pushed up, his teeth digging into his inner cheek, eyes squeezed shut.

"Good?" You muttered, patting his face. Barty opened his eyes, looking up at your concerned face. You saw tears swelling in his waterline. He nodded egearly, flashing his teeth to settle your worries.

You pulled back, looking back at the cut you made. It was smaller than Evan's on Barty's other hip. You glanced over at that one to compare the two. Just to make sure you were doing it right. You noticed a scar under Evan's cut. It was two letters, ER made out of small cuts. You glanced over at Evan to see his cocky grin. He raised an eyebrow at you. You turned back to your cut, deciding you'd make a similar mark. Although you expected it to only last for tonight, a wand's flick and it's gone. You pressed the blade to the end of the last cut, pulling it up. Barty whined again, tugging at his cuffs.

You pulled the blade back admiring your downward pointing arrow. You stared at the blood making a mess on Barty's skin. You checked on Evan, finding him watching the blade with all the intensity of a man watching his best friend butcher his boyfriend. Consensually, of course. You glanced at Barty's face, seeing his tears rolling down his cheeks in a mess. He seemed to sense your concern immediately speaking to you.

"Good. 's good. So good, please keep going, please." His words pushed against each other, mixing together from his desperation. You focused back on his side, wiping away some of blood that was obstructing your view. You made 4 more cuts, turning the downward arrow into a small heart. With each stroke of your hands, Barty let out a whine. Evan started to coo at Barty, the longer you spent at his hip. Evan leaned towards Barty's face, brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. Evan muttered to Barty degradation in his soft tone.

It was quite confusing, his tone made it sound nice but when you focused on Evan's words you felt sick to your stomach. When you finally pulled back from Barty's hip there was a lovely little heart on the opposite side of Evan's initials. You looked up to see Barty's face wet with his tears and his eyes red. You creened, leaning forward to kiss Barty's wet cheeks.

"You're such a good boy, Barty. I'm so proud of you, doing such a good job for us." You muttered in his ear as Evan called him a slut in the other. Barty whined at the contrasting words. You pulled back from his face, looking down at the heart. The surrounding area was red with blood and flushed pain. You met Evan's eyes. He left a kiss on Barty's cheekbone before leaning towards you. He stared down at the heart, complimenting your good work. While you enjoyed how the cuts had effected Barty, his bulge pressing into your inner thigh desperately hard, you liked seeing his blood more. You wanted to lick Barty's stomach clean. You stared at Evan. He looked at you confused.

"Can I lick it?" You muttered, scared to ask much louder than a breath. Evan stared at you for a second as a grin that would make Voldemort himself quiver with fear. He gave you a small nod. You looked to Barty, his chest was heaving, his eyes still red and his arms still held tightly above his head. He nodded aggressively, trying to get his message across as fast as possible.

"Do it." Barty whispered. Evan tsked at Barty.

"Manners, Barty. Be nice to our quest." Evan chided Barty, pushing his hair back again. Barty nodded against Evan's hand.

"I'll be good. I'll be good, I promise. Rosie, I promise." Barty whined, his words mashing together again. You ignored Evan's coos as you dropped your head to Barty's hip. You tentatively swiped the tip of your tongue over a small drop of blood away from the cuts. You heard Barty moan as your eyes rolled back from his metallic taste. You were no longer taking small steps, he was too good to not spoil. You flattened your tongue out licking up every drop of Barty's blood. Loud moans rolled off Barty's tongue as you continued your work. You loved the extreme intimacy of it, also the bloody taste but that's a separate matter.

You felt Evan's hand met the back of your head again, pulling your face away from Barty's stomach. His eyes snagged on the dark shadow smeared over the bottom half of your face.

He always scolded you for being a messy eater. Evan never considered he'd find your freaky grin splattered with his boyfriend's blood so attractive. The room had gotten darker somewhere between choking Barty and now, though you weren't sure when too focused on Barty and Evan.

So no Evan couldn't see the exact shade of red on your face but he could still taste the copper on your lips. Barty told Evan he was a messy kisser, clacking teeth and sloppily slipping his tongue into Barty's mouth. But Barty had never seen Evan like this.

Evan was swiping his tongue everywhere but your mouth it seemed. He was rabid, more than usual. Evan was messily and harshly kissing you, his hand holding onto your hair tightly. Evan was moaning into your lips as he tried to get more of the coppery taste of Barty's blood in his mouth. Evan liked the taste the Barty, but he thinks he might like the taste of Barty more when he takes it from your mouth.

You pulled back from the kiss, dropping to Barty's hip again. You swiped your mouth over the surrounding area of Barty's cuts, occasionally tracing the lines with the tip of your tongue. The feeling of warmth from your mouth around his wounds made Barty wail in pleasure. He wanted to yank at your hair as much as Evan already has.

Barty pulled at the cuffs above his head. You lifted your head, looking up at Barty. He understood why Evan pounced on you like that before. The sight of his blood smeared across your mouth made him want to kiss it off like Evan already had. You leaned in towards Barty's face. Barty could smell the copper on you as you tilted your head. Barty learched his head forward, colliding his lips with yours.

He moaned at the taste of his own blood invading his mouth. Evan rubbed your back as he moved behind you. You nipped at Barty's bottom lip. He messily tried to lick at the blood around your mouth as he kissed you. You pulled away from his lips, sliding down to his neck. You swirled your tongue around him as you dragged your teeth over his skin.

Barty moaned, yanking at the cuffs holding his arms up again. You slid your free hand up Barty's throat, over his chin, and to his mouth. You slipped two of your fingers past his lips. Barty reacted instantly, swiping his tongue over your fingertips. You could feel the blood on your face smearing onto Barty's neck as you made yet another hickey. You pulled back letting his skin go. Evan helped you sit up straight, holding on to you by your waist. You pointed the tip of the dagger at Barty, making him whimper around your fingers.

"You'll be a good little slut and listen to us, won't you?" Your tone was edging on pity. Barty nodded, his movement restrained by your fingers pressing into his tongue. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder, pressing his lips to your ear.

"You're doing good. Do you want me to show you the belt now?" You grinned as you nodded. Evan lightly kissed you before focusing back on the box. He plucked the dagger from your hands, much to your disappointment. You pulled your hand away from Barty's mouth back to his chest. Evan put the knife back it's rightful sheath before taking the belt out from the box. He tapped Barty's chin. Barty lifted his head up. Evan slid the belt behind Barty's head. He glanced at you as he slipped the end through the buckle and pulled. It wasn't tight enough to squeeze Barty yet but it was close enough that it wouldn't slip off. Evan held the end of the belt out towards you. You took it, still straddling Barty's hips. Evan moved behind you, running his hands up and down your back as he whispered to you.

"Now pull." You listened to Evan, yanking on the strap. The leather around Barty's neck tightened as his jaw went slack.

"Good. Tighter." You turned your head, looking back at Evan. He gave you a nod. You pulled on the end of the belt again, this time gentler. Barty's eyes rolled back before he refocused on staring at you. He looked like he was going to cry again. Evan hummed running his hands around from your back to your stomach.

"Release it." You loosened your grip on the strap. The belt around Barty's throat quickly loosened as he sucked in a breath. Barty's chest heaved up and down as he caught up with his lungs. Evan nodded against your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. After Barty finally evened his breaths Evan whispered to you again.

"Again. Pull." You stared into Barty's eyes as you pulled again, this time getting the right tightness on the first try. Barty let out a strangled groan. You watched Barty's face as Evan's hands traveled upwards. Your shirt gathered around his wrists as Evan moved his hands up towards your nipples. Evan pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Release." You let the end of the belt slide through your hands. Barty gasped as his breath returned. Evan nodded. As Evan gave you his repetitive instructions, you found the pace of the pulling and releasing. You were able to torment Barty's airway without Evan's instruction. Evan seemed to be quite proud of this, kissing along the curve of your neck. Barty was enjoying this more than the two of you combined, his eyes rolling back and moans slipping past his lips everytime you tightened the belt.

You liked it. A lot. You liked watching the belt dig into Barty's skin. You liked his moans. You liked his erection pressing against your leg. You liked how he left his life in your hands with the hope for pleasure. You liked how Barty's moans encouraged Evan to roll your nipples between his fingers and suck harder on your neck. You liked how Evan's motions made you grind down on Barty's lap, making Barty groan. Starting the cycle all over again.

You kept your pace with the belt, giving Barty time to catch his breath and not die. You leaned back against Evan's chest. You pulled your arm back, resting your hand on the back of Evan's head. You watched Barty's eyes focus on you again, staring at Evan's hand as it slid down your chest. You yanked on the belt again. Barty tilted his head back, whimpering loudly. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down on Barty again.

Evan groaned in your ear, dipping his hand down to the waistband of your pants. You shook your head against Evan, dropping your hand from his hair to the back of his hand. You dragged his fingers back to your chest. Evan easily accepted this, going back to tweaking your nipples. You keep pulling and releasing the belt while you bucked your hips against Barty's. His pajama pants were thin, which made it all the more exciting. You released the belt again, giving Barty time to catch up with the world again. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder to stare down at Barty.

"You're loving all the attention, aren't you? You're such a pathetic fucking cumslut." Evan mocked Barty's moans, as Barty yanked at his handcuffs again. Just as Barty was about to bite a quip back to Evan, you yanked on the end of the belt. The leather dug into the skin of Barty's neck. You realized now why Barty's neck was always bruised, he talked too much. Evan chuckled. His laugh vibrated through you, his chest pressed against your back.

"Look at you, learning so well. Shutting Barty up like that, I'm proud of you." Evan whispered, his lips pressing against your ear. Your grip on the belt faultered from your shiver. Barty let in a fast breath. Evan tsked next to you, holding onto your hand with his. He tightened the belt, pecking your jaw.

Evan turned his attention back to your nipples, as you focused back on grinding down onto Barty's lap. You picked but the pace of tightening and releasing easily. As Barty started to get more desperate, bucking his hips up, you quickened the pace. Evan licked up your neck, nipping under your chin. You moaned, dropping your head back on Evan's shoulder. Through the split seconds of peace, Barty liked the image of you grinding against him with his boyfriend sucking at your neck.

Your tightest squeeze around his neck, coupled with your loudest moan from Evan, was what pushed Barty over the edge. Wetting his boxers and thin pajama pants. His head was light from the lack of air and the heavy pleasure. You dropped the tail end of the belt, giving all your attention to Evan. You pulled him back from your neck, meeting his lips feveriously.

Barty watched you both intently as he ignored the feeling of his underwear sticking to him. You nipped at Evans bottom lip as he slipped his tongue past your lips. You dragged your teeth over it, before pulling back to stare down at Barty with a mocking look.

"Awe did our little whore cum in his pants? All untouched. Pitiful." You mocked his blissed outface. Barty lolled his head to the side, letting it rest on his bicep. You gently dragged your finger over his happy trail. Evan moved out from behind you, sitting next to Barty's tired body. You traced around the little heart by Barty's hip.  Barty let out a whimper, nuzzling his face against Evan's hand.

"Yeah? Baby's tired?" Evan said, in a high pitched voice you'd used on a dog with a broken leg. Barty made a pathetic noise, nodding his head. You gently slipped your fingers between Barty's bruised neck and the leather belt. You pulled, slipping the belt off of him. Barty closed his eyes, leaning further towards Evan. Evan reached up to the headboard, releasing Barty's wrists. Barty dropped his arms, if you didn't know better you'd mock him for his broken marionette position. You rolled the belt up, gently placing it in the box. You held your hand out for the handcuffs from Evan, dropping those into the box as well.

You helped Evan, help Barty up onto his feet. You both gently lead Barty to the bathroom, taking the box with you.

When you three entered, turning on the light, you looked to the mirror. You found your face was still tinted red from Barty, as long as your hands. You looked over Evan. He had a red tint too, spefically over his lips, you wondered if he'd still taste like copper. Barty was the worst of all, he looked like he tried to make great friends with a bear. His neck would most definitely be bruising, his hair was sweaty and pointing in odd directions, his own blood smeared and dried around his bottom lip and down his throat. He had a smile on though, gazing at you both with loving eyes.

Evan turned both bathtub knobs to the max, dipping his hand under the water before tinkering with the temperature.

"Oh, Evan Darling, where is your wand?" Evan gestured to his bed, helping Barty step out of his now soaked pants. You quickly fetched it before handing it over to Evan. Evan pointed the tip at Barty's stomach. Barty grumbled, yanking the wand out of Evan's hands.

"I want the scar. It's a little heart, how could I not love it?" Evan hummed at Barty's bargaining. Evan glanced over at you. You shrugged and held your hands up, instead focusing on making a warm bubble bath for Barty.

"I suppose." Evan muttered. You know if Barty had access to all of his Barty brain he'd 'yippee' though now you settled from his little sigh of triumph. Evan pointed his wand back at Barty's cuts, quickly scaring over them like they've been there for years. Barty smiled happily running his fingers over the new heart scar. Evan turned back to you, finding the bath dyed acid green and a pile of bubbles on top. Evan gave you a grimace. You scoffed at him, latching on to Barty's hand.

"Have you never heard of fun? Whimsy? Joy and all things nice? Party pooper." You muttered as you helped Barty into the bath. Barty grinned up at Evan.

"It's great. Love, love, love green." Evan rolled his eyes at Barty. You both assisted Barty through his bathing routine, praising him for how well he did tonight. Evan focused mainly on Barty's hair routine as you whispered to Barty appreciation for his hard work. You switched roles when it came to washing Barty's body.

You worked on the stains, being gentle to his bruises. Evan's praises made Barty hide his face in your arm, as you rinsed him off.

As you drained the tub Evan set out pajamas for Barty on the sink counter. You helped dry off Barty. You asked if he wanted to blow dry his hair, Barty said it was 'too mother fucking loud'. Evan dressed Barty, sealing his new outfit with a peck to Barty's cheek. Barty hopped up on the counter, watching as Evan wiped your face clean. You cleaned his chin with the same wet rag.

Then you three brushed your teeth, Barty trying to fight you over the sink territory. You did not amuse him, rolling your eyes at him and moving to Evan's sink. Barty tucked himself into Evan's bed. Evan washed off the dagger in his sink as you scrubbed under your nails.

"Are you guys going to come give me love or just stand in the bathroom all day." Barty yelled across the room into the bathroom. Evan scoffed and wiped the knife off with a towel. Evan leaned his head out the bathroom door.

"Barty, respectfully, shut your fucking mouth." Evan turned back to the dagger, sheathing it and putting back in its place.

"Make me, bitch." Evan stared up at the ceiling when Barty's voice chimed again. You continued to run the tiny brush under your nails as you stood in the bathroom door frame.

"We're almost done, Baby. Just be patient." You said towards the Barty shaped pile of blankets. You moved back to the sink, rinsing the suds off. Evan closed the shoebox, flicking his wand at it. The box flew out the bathroom and tucked itself under Evan's bed, as you assumed.

"I'm no good at that." Barty said, although it was muffled from the 900 blankets stacked on top of him. Evan kissed your cheek, smiling at your now unstained hands.

"We can tell." Evan muttered. Evan turned the bathroom light off on his way out. He dragged you towards his bed, pointing at the mattress.

"I heard that."

"I know." Evan rolled his eyes as he walked over to Barty's bed. You tucked yourself into Evan's bed. Barty quickly snuggled up against you, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing tightly. He intertwined your legs.

"Alright give me a little oxygen." You whispered. Barty grumbled, loosening his grip. You glanced over at Evan watching him swish his wand at the mattress. He came back muttering about clean sheets. Evan spooned Barty, reaching over him to hold your hand. Barty fell asleep first, snoring loudly. You were next, falling asleep feeling Evan press a peck to your temple.

Part two

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (v) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : y/n and matt don't have to like each other to continue this thing of theirs, right?

warnings : implications of sex, alcohol, mention of weed, ???

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR THE LOVE ON THIS SERIES!!! sorry if this part feels shorter than the usual !! things get cute in next few parts...

THIS IS PART FIVE GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST OK

"SHE'S sick again?" remi asks, scooting herself further into the booth.

"yeah, i think it's her sinuses or something. she seemed pretty bummed about staying home, i feel awful." andrea pouts while glancing at the menu.

"she's the only person to ever be sick this often in june," remi giggles.

"we should order something to-go for her then. maybe soup?" erin suggests.

"that sounds nice, i'll text her- hopefully she's awake."

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"i can't keep telling my friends i'm sick." you huff as you walk back into your room to find matt redressing.

"why not?" his voice is muffled through his shirt as he tugs it over his head, leaving his hair ruffled.

you lay yourself on your bed lazily, "because they're smart enough to stop believing me soon."

"and why can't they just mind their business?" he looks over to you before reaching down to adjust the white shoes on his feet.

you stretch an arm out to grab your phone from your side table, mumbling, "you must not have friends who worry for you.”

he shakes his head then sighs, “sure, my friends care about me, but they also know when to leave me the fuck alone.”

“right, and my friends know me well enough to know i’m never asking to be left alone.” your comment comes out with more sass than you intended but you know he doesn't understand (or care to understand) your friendships enough to comment on them. then again, you were the one who brought this up in the first place.

"mmm...right. forgot you're just a little insane," he tsks, looking into your mirror and adjusting his shirt some more.

"shut up, matt," you continue staring at your phone, though it's only open to your home screen because you're far more engaged in the conversation than anything your phone could give you. "okay actually, what should i dooo?" you whine.

"i sure as hell won't know?!" his face twists up as he turns to look at you, "you're a smart girl, i'm sure you can figure it out."

you roll your eyes, "'kay... well maybe i've picked up a hobby...like, i dont know, painting! and i just really enjoy painting all alone, 'cause it helps me...focus?"

matt sarcastically laughs through his words, “you’re weird as shit,” he throws your plush throw blanket (that fell on the floor when you pushed matt on your bed just an hour ago) at you. “alright, i’m headin’ out.”

you don’t even give him a second look, “bye.”

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a few cheers of “ayy” and “look who made it” echo out from across the small alley as matt tucks his keys in his front pocket.

he looks over to see chris excitedly pointing at him with an arm hooked on nathan’s neck and another close friend, elijah, sitting on an oversized couch with a smile.

matt chuckles under his breath and walks closer to them, taking in the rowdy and neoned atmosphere of this downtown bowling alley. “what’s good?” he greets his group of friends.

“what’s good with you?” nathan counters with a grin as he moves to dap up matt.

matt shrugs into the handshake as eli begins to speak and stand up, “yeah, where the fuck are you comin' from?”

“home. don’t worry about it,” matt defends as his tongue guides over his hidden smile with a loose shrug of a shoulder.

“nooo! just say it how it is, matt,” chris says through a bite of nachos, “you slept in late and forgot about boys night, big fucking deal. you’re here now!” he throws his hands up before letting them fall to his sides dramatically.

matt slowly nods his head in sarcastic agreement as he faces his friends, "he's right."

he almost wants to laugh at the fact that chris actually believed his fake-sleeping enough to let him off the hook for "forgetting" their group hangout.

cameron wanders over to the group after taking his turn bowling, “‘kay, nate it’s your turn.” he then quips his chin up with a sudden grin, "hey, matt! about time you showed."

"better late than never," he breathes before joking, "you know i had to let you guys get at least a round in before i got here to start dominating."

“the word choice is a bit insane,” nick exaggerates as he approaches with arms full of bottled water and soda cans, "how about you go get your fucking shoes before you make that kind of claim." he moves around matt to place drinks on the coffee table (decorated with various bowling ball and pin themed clutter that made nick way to happy when first seeing it).

elijah places a hand on matt's shoulder, "i'll come with you, matt."

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"sick baby, i'm home nowww!" andrea yells from the front door.

you mentally gather yourself to continue your deception. you add weight to your eyelids, purposely making them droop and make your voice extra scratchy, as if you'd only just awoken.

andrea's at your door quickly, only tapping it slightly open, not wanting to blind you with the harsh yellowed lighting of the hallway. "hi, you up?"

you tussle under your comforter and give a small nod, "mhm."

"do you think you're like, contagious? i have your soup here and really wanna tell you some shit about tonight." she smiles warmly.

"no you're fine. please come in, i've been all alone and bored as hell," you rub your eye softly for effect.

you feel pretty guilty about this whole thing but you aren't hiding anything tragic from her. and this "illness" hasn't ruined that many hangouts...only the one's that happen to fall on days matt texts you.

"i hate to see my favorite bitch down like this, this soup better make you feel better immediately." she sighs as she comes into your room, noisy plastic bag in hand.

"i know," you lift yourself to sit up against your headboard as she sits next to you, "think i should be all better soon. i can't miss another shift at the bakery."

you were never missing work for matt, but to cover your ass you did miss a day or two of work to show your friends just how "sick" you were. if you were sick enough to stay home from work you surely were sick enough to avoid a girls night or two. but you guess it technically does come down to matt...unfortunately.

"yeah, i'm sure mr. houffman will lose it of you call off again," she giggles, sifting through the bag for your soup and silverware.

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barely a week later and you're feeling the best you have in a while, with the guilt of pretending to be sick no longer following you.

it's the fourth of july so there was absolutely no way you'd be continuing that act. you weren't missing out on a holiday with as many parties as this one.

and when chris asked andrea to get the girls to come party hop for the night, you told her yes immediately.

you're currently sat atop a random kitchen counter as nick moves around to make a concoction cocktail for you. you lean back on your hands to watch as he uses a knife to slice a small lime as garnish. "wow you really have an eye for this shit, nick," you laugh at his focused stare (he tries to compensate for any drinks he's had so far, not wanting to slice a finger off).

"i guess i'm just a natural!" he exclaims as he places the lime on the rim of the plastic cups, "okay, one for you," you take it from him, "and one for me." he grins at you.

"cheers!" you motion your drink towards him and he echoes you before you both take large sips.

your eyes pinch before they grow wide, "...why's it actually...good?" you laugh.

"you bitch! you thought i'd give you a shitty drink?!" he giggles and goes for another sip of his own.

"it's not that-"

you're cut off by matt's voice, "alright, time to dip. everyone's sayin' this place is really weird."

you both look over at him with his mellow attitude and perfectly organized outfit (so that he'd 'have all the colors but not look like a walking american flag'). "what? this place has been a good time so far! right, nick?"

"suppperrrr fun. maybe it's a you problem, matt." he jokes.

"come on, chris is the one who sent me to get you two. you know i would've left you both a few houses back." he teases.

you slide off of the counter easily, "okaaay," you look into his eyes and pat his chest twice mumbling, "someone needs a smoke break," before walking off in search of the door.

"wait y/n!" nick grabs a few sealed jello shots from an ice bucket nearby before rushing after you.

though he doesn't catch up to you before matt does, grabbing your hand, "you don't even know where the fuck you're going."

you breathe out defeated, "i'm sure i could've figured it out. i don't need you bossing me around."

matt pouts with squinted eyes and his head tilted, "sure."

nick comes up to you, continuing to stuff the shots into his jort pockets, "do these shorts make my ass look fat?" he turns to show you his side profile (already giggling before the punchline of his joke lands) that showcases the multiple items shoved into his back pockets and protrude out in awkward shapes.

you and nick both fall into a laughing fit and matt only ghosts a smile at his brother's stupidity before tugging your hand towards an exit. "wait! here, hold this please," you hand your drink to matt and reach your hand out for nick's. when he takes your hand willingly you raise your conjoined hands with a smile, "aw, we're like a little train!"

nick adds to the joke by pretending to be a conductor, exclaiming all the cliche lines he knows to make you laugh.

matt finally pushes a front door open, the warm summer air finally surrounding you once more. the rest of the group chatter along the sidewalk across the street. "my friends!" nick yells.

the three of you make your way down the wooden stairs (that seem to be steeper when going down than they were to walk up), and once you're in the grass your hand drops from matts's as nick drags you across the street quickly to crash into your friends.

remi's face is annoyed and confused at first but changes immediately when she recognizes your face. she throws her arms around you for a hug, "y/n! you were found!" you laugh into her neck as she sways back and forth.

"okay guys i'm thinking we hit up the place that the end of this block, right there. they've got some crazy lights goin' on so it should be fun." chris points in the direction and looks to the group for opinions.

"yeah! let's do it!" nate encourages.

the group begin to walk down the sidewalk (and slightly into the grass) lined with miniature american flags and past the many houses full of people and decorated with fairy lights and expensive garland.

naturally, everyone gravitates into cliques due to the amount of small conversations happening at once.

"that's unreal!" erin adds while hanging her arm on your shoulder, as you both listen to remi's dramatic retelling of some guy's awful flirting with her.

"i''m so over these trash ass men," remi shakes her head.

"tell me about it," erin sighs, rolling her eyes.

just as you begin to add your own opinion, matt taps your shoulder. he seems to always find a way to interrupt you. you glance behind you and see him holding your cocktail from earlier up.

"oh thanks, i forgot you had that," erin leans off of you to give you space to turn around and grab it.

though her eyes linger on matt for a second too long causing him to send her a smile and raise his eyebrows slightly in awkward question.

you feel the tension bite at the air around you and in hopes of escaping it, you turn back around and prompt remi with a new topic to discuss.

only, now you miss when erin gives matt a second glance back- and this time she offers a gentle wave and smile to him, in truce.

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after a few more stops at parties (you all got a little greedy about the free drinks and food which brought three extra "one more"s before deciding to cut it off), you all head to a nearby park to end the night with a firework show.

it was surprisingly well organized, with blankets already laid out around the large grassy area so that anyone could sit and watch whether they'd planned to or not.

the night has started to get the slightest bit cooler which was much needed after such an eventful three hours, leaving everyone exhausted in their comfortable spots; chris resting his head against andrea's full thighs, you next to her with your legs sprawled and arms extended behind you, nick and nathan both sat with their legs crossed, admiring the bright fireworks despite nick's flinching every-so-often.

the blanket next to you hosts erin, remi, matt, and cameron. all laying out as they laugh and talk, which you assume comes from a combination of the edibles they'd all taken at one of the parties and remi's addictingly outgoing nature that can force anyone to want to talk to her.

the booming fireworks go on for another twenty minutes before dying down and leaving the crowd in the dark, smokey air.

as you adjust to standing and take out your phone to use as a makeshift flashlight, you read the most recent of your many notifcations:

MATT - 12:36 AM

you down to paint after this???

you bite at your freshly chapped bottom lip before looking over to matt, who's currently using his hands obnoxiously to explain something he's clearly passionate about to cameron.

you sliently sigh before replying:

YOU -12:47 AM

sure

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[mare-sanguis]

The queercoding in Sangcheol's and Jeongwoo's relationship

Let me preface this by saying: everyone is still allowed to see them as whatever they want (a work related relationship, best friends, close friends, soulmates, lovers, and and and) but I think most (if not all at least here on tumblr) can agree it would be ignorant if we completely overshadow just how much queerness there is.

This analysis is brough to you by this thread (why JW is snow white and why SC is the prince) and @thedevildeer latest post. Its not structured and really just a ramble so excuse me if it might sound a little confusing at some points.

Let's start by looking at it through a heteronormative kdrama lense below the cut 

How often do most kdrama fans watch a drama, see the lead man and the lead woman and think "woah, they would look so hot as a couple" even when the drama isn't a romance? Quite often, that's right. That's because most M/F leads are designed to be shipped even outside of the stereotypical romance genre. If it's a crime drama, thriller, mystery etc. Where the focus should solely lie on the plot they will still most likely try to create an M/F duo so most kdrama fans will have something to latch into. It has happened so many times that people dropped a non romance drama because it had no M/F couple, but people apparently want it so badly because how else can they enjoy a non romance drama, right? And kdrama directors/writers know this- they see and read the reviews and work with them; That's why in kdrama land M/F ships are still the norm, still seen as the most canon- even if there is a 2nd ML who has insane chemistry with the 1st ML (perhaps even more than the FL, cuz let's also face it in a lot of kdramas women are written flat)

When the ML is near the FL, everyone immediately interprets all kinds of thoughts into it, even worse when they go as far as to look at each other and hold eye contact, when they worry about each other, support each other, visit each other or are just having a work related conversation. They dont need to confess their love or kiss for the viewer to know they are in love*

Those are all valid points for shipping, that's obivously not the issue- The issue starts when they genuinely can't see the FL as her own character, when they can't seem to understand that men and women can be platonic friends, the issue continues when the 2nd ML appears whos got way more chemistry with the 1st ML or even takes the place of where the FL should be. Its then where the issue peaks- their relationship will automatically treated differently (2nd ML get potentially hated by the M/F shippers even) and it creates rift within the fandom, its shipping and arguments about queerness as a whole (discrediting that queerness is a large spectrum) by cishet fans

Suddenly, if it's M/M those actions I mentioned earlier dont seem romantic anymore, suddenly it's just a simple bromance (and while the term per se isnt homophobic, in these circumstances it sure sounds like it which is why I personally dont like it and rarely use it), best friends caring about each other because homies are homies. ("why can't men stay friends?" we all know that argument) *if they don't confess to each other outright, don't kiss each other, then they aren't i love (last part especially is targeted towards specific BL fans who only think a relationship is valed if they kiss and maje out)

So, this out the way let take a look at SC, JW, HS and BO approach (intentionally or not) on queercoding and the importance of a strong man-woman friendship.

First, let's look at tropes commonly (but not exclusively) found in queer media or media that tries to imply queerness and the similarities they share with SCJW:

Found family (the most common trope in queer media, especially the media that emphasises on realness, as found family serves as a safe space for queer characters when they arent accepted at home)

A strong opposite gender friendship or a friendship that defies traditional views

Color coding (mostly a warm and a cold colour, often times its blue and red)

Language coding (do the characters say they are queer, do they use specific terms, do they confess or declare their love for each other through something deeper; just what are they saying?)

The character design (this is not just about how they look but the desgin as a whole: background story, family, friendships, career, driving force, are they representing something (like a specific color, a flower); what was the creators thought process while creating them)

How do they express love around the person they ador (for example, men express love with touches while women often times use words and actions)

Broken friendships (because old friends dont accept)

Then of course we have common tropes found in all media highlighting love

Clothes sharing

Intense eye contact

Personal space

Lingering

Caring

Hurt/Comfort

Touches

And what do we have here? That's right. Black out s well as SC, JW and HS fit right into the common tropes and the queercoding tropes and yet we see some totally discrediting its validity to exist within the universe because god forbid both JW and SC are queer or viewed as such cuz they both were with women prior and they can't possibly be one of them queers... right?

HS is a really well written female character who's got nuances, a great backstory with a fair share of suffering and the additional nosiness which makes her so special. She is sweet and caring to everyone who seems nice in her eyes. She cares about JW's mother (prior to knowng he's JW's mother so thers no point in saying she does it cuz of JW), cares about Suoh and is genuinely interested in his hobbies. Her character takes care of everyone because she's a med student (you can take a med's job away, but you can never take the job out of a med). This is what her character is about- taking care, worrying. Her purpose in Mucheon was (as we know by ep.13) to find what shes looking for, to find her way back. She is by no means not connected to eithe JW and SC but her story is canonically detached from both JW's and SC's- it takes part in a different pace, in a different setting and through a different lense and most of it happens off screen or throug her observig the people. We rarely get any of her POV's, unless it's either around Suoh or Geonoh. The other times when we do get a POV of her is when SC and JW and in the same frame. Then she is postitioned as the onlooker, the one who observes. When she is alone with JW she gets almost no POV, even less that focuses on her feelings towards him. But the most important thing I said already: her story is detached from SCJW. She grows alone unlike SCJW who grow together. She is that friendship JW needed to show him a part of humanity that got lost with his fake friends. She is to represent and tell that you do not need a large group of friends to feel at home. 

Then there is JW. Beautifully written full of nuances, a tragic yet amazing written backstory- easily to read as a story of someone being queer. A big group of friends, a beautiful home with loving parents and then you got the catalysator which sets the whole plot moving. While for JW it's murder, abuse, gaslighting by friends and people he thought were family, prison and finding new hope in humanity through one person- how can one not look at this and think "yeah it's somewhat reminiscent of someone coming out in a conservative country with traditional family values"? Family and friends ditching before the person can even stand up for themselves, people spreading venomous lies, all the guilt trips, that person shutting themselfs off retreating into their own little world. JW was obviously never meant to be read as such and some even might find this part weird, but it's undeniable he has those classic queercoding tropes. He finds true meaning in humanity again through HS and SC at the same time, yes, but it is SC alone who stands by his side the whole time- every single day. JW feels the safest around SC, falls asleep in his home (therefore also in his presence) and gives in to being taken care of only when SC is around, he also laughs at his dumbs jokes and makes sure to catch his reactions when he is sassy (handing out flyers scene or the scene at the scrapyard). JW is meant to not grow alone but together with someone else- and that someone is SC. who he shares the exact same pain with. He sees the good in people- he sees the good in SC so he keeps on pursuing him even when he would reject him. Because he can see himself in him. Because he feels he's different- just like him. (And isnt it like: Queer people know someone is queer when they see one?). We cannot forget him being a metaphor for Snow White which imo solidifies the queercoding in him even more and how he steps in to save SC and then again to support him by beating up those debt collectors. (Also, just a random little side note: I think it's funny how he's either loved or hated, there was no inbetween. BM and MS hated him, they were eaten up by jealousy; BY, NG, DE and the twins loved him (also again, random side note to me any anyone who cares: it's so easy to read the feelings GO felt towards JW prior and post time skip as more than just friendship tbh which again, adds to the queerness layer))

And then there is SC, just as complex and full of nuances like JW. Having an almost identical tragic backstory to hm even- losing the love of his life. While hes story is way more difficult to decipher as queercoding, his character is most definitely not. He is portrayed as rude and rough towards any criminal and at the beginning of the story we genuienly dont know where we stand with him with this ever fluxuating personality. He is hurt, struggles, doesn't even seem to know himself very well, has seen a lot and he also doesnt trust anyone (as seen when he immediately clocks BM as suspicious when the review the CCTV footage) except JW. How come he trusts him more, even after he had accused him of the hit and run accident, but is side eying everyone the moment the incident with the mother happens? When he should have more trust in his own people then defending and caring for a guy whos accused him of causing the car accident. Even when he finds out JW apparently killed the girls, his actions towards him are differet than the actions we see him taking against the guy he chases after in the beginning. We see him falter and struggle even more in the manhole when he's threatening to shoot JW, we see it again when they are at the shed and JW is reinacting the murder scene- he is reluctant. Even when using violence against JW. Because, just like him, SC feels they are the same. And it doesn't even take much time for him to switch side- we can see him questioning everything onwards from from episode 4 during their first team dinner. And when he switches side he suddenly becomes so soft and caring- completely taking on the role of a possible love interest in both drama, romance and fairytale. Because he has seen the good in JW, saw the same suffering, this unfair treatment. He is a character not meant to grow alone but together and this togethes is only JW. JW still has HS by his side but in SC's world there was only JW who shows him all aspects of what it means to be a good human being. It's through him he grows. 

Their shared journey:

To quote Leo Buscaglia again "Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."

And isn't this what SC's and JW's shared bond is about? How they grow with and around each other- thanks to each other.

The little things SC does to make JW more comfortable, to show him love still exists? He takes him home without thinking twice because he's worried he might get sick when he could've taken him back to his house. He dresses him up in his clothes, let him sleep on his couch, in his blankets, gives him something warm to eat and drink (the glass of milk will never stop making me sob), showers him in touches and shows him warmth through them, always reaching after him because he's afraid something might happen to him, watches out for him, observes his reactions and waits for him. The little things JW does to SC- giving him a reality check that not everything is as it seems, graduately bringing back his old personality, stays by his side.

It's how SC brings JW's smile back and how JW brings SC's smile back. Its how SC not once but twice declares his worries, adoration and love towards JW: once when he's so worried sick JW might get hurt so he installs that app on his phone and the second time when they say their "goodbyes"- those words are so easy to read, so full of love. The "if you move" highlighting just how much he wants and hopes JW to stay in his life a little longer. It's longing and we can clearly hear it in his voice when he says "I'm sure you can" right after the monologue and then tilts his head. It's how JW doesn't know how to approach him after this, contemplating what to do and then goes on for the hug first. This is JW's way of showing his love. 

And yet, despite it all there are still people who only see it as a bromance. Those who think JW and HS will end up together because they are at the same uni, study the same. And are a man and a woman. If either SC or JW would be a woman, no one would even bat an eye to think they aren't in love- no one would even come up with the idea to even ship JW and HS. If one of them was a woman, every little gesture would be seen as romantic, betting on it the drama would perhaps even be a lot more popular as well as the ship. It's so disheartening to see how many deny an obvious queercoding between them just because they are men and for the sake of a straight, not well manouvred, ship because again apparenlty many kdrama fans don't dare to ship queer.

We know Black Out/Snow white must die is a fairytale because it very much is just one of many iterations of a snow white and exactly because is one of many nothing is impossible and queerness is allowed to exist within it.

[sevgilim111]

DBD Ghostface x Fem!Survivor reader SMUT

this is NSFW, so minors DNI!

obviously TW:

slight non-con, knife riding, mentions of blood, swearing, degrading, name calling, rough man-handling, p in v, fingering, masterbation, oral.

ALSO IM BRITISH SO PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME FOR THE SPELLING OF WORDS LIKE ARSE! I’m not saying ‘ass’, sorry lol

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You laboured alone on the final generator, sweaty hands working delicately to clasp the wires that sparked to life every so often.

Already, two other survivors had been sacrificed to the Entity, which only made your nerves spiral out of control. It was just you, and one other person.

Only, you had no idea where that other survivor was. And it had been quiet, too quiet, for a long time.

You briefly glanced around, the street you came to know as Haddonfield eerily empty. The distant hum of generators that had already been completed whirred in the distance, but there was still a silence that created a lump in your throat. The street lamps flickered, reminding you to focus on what you had to do to get the hell out of this trial.

You turned your attention back to the generator, twisting and pulling the compartments with a sense of urgency, the knee you used to bend on aching.

You put in a lot of work, the generator getting louder and louder the more you repaired it - only until;

a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the street.

A shiver ran down your spine and rattled you enough to jump away from the generator. That scream signalled, to your horror, the obvious. Your breathing suddenly became erratic and your palms became sweatier than they was before.

It was now a race for the hatch.

You cautiously walked down the street, scouting as far as your eyes would allow you to see with your hands shaking.

You hated searching for the hatch. You absolutely loathed it. It was just a reminder that you was all alone, alone with the killer, that was looking for the exact same thing.

You turned your attention to one of the houses, making your way to the entrance with sweat beading down the side of your head. Your mind started to race.

‘What if the killer has found the hatch and is waiting for me to find it so they can surprise me?’

‘Should I wait for them to close it and wait by a gate?’

‘What if they find me before I find it?’

You couldn’t silence your mind. You just had to force yourself to move one foot in front of the other. You listened closely, trying to decipher if you could hear it before you saw it.

You had appeared at the entrance now, your hearing sharpening the more you stepped into the house.

For a second, you could of sworn you heard something.

‘Is that it?!’ You thought, stopping in your tracks to attemp to make it out. Your eyebrows furrowed. No, your senses had deceived you. It wasn’t the hatch, but rather some sort of flapping, as if there was a long cape moving against the wind…

‘What the hell?’

Unfortunately, you had no time to wonder about it, because as soon as you had figured it was not the hatch, a gloved hand found it’s way to your mouth, and your back had been slammed against a strong chest.

You yelped into the gloved hand, and practically screamed when a knife had been pressed against your throat.

“And where do you think you’re going, doll?”

A hoarse, muffled voice whispered in your ear, almost mocking you.

Your heartbeat was now loud in your ears, and you started to struggle against his hold. You knew it was useless, but it didn’t stop you from squirming.

Ghostface chuckled darkly in amusement at your feeble attempts to escape, enjoying the terrified look on your face.

He gripped you tighter against his body, and pressed the cold steel of the knife closer to your throat threateningly.

“Aww, such a cute little thing, you best stop that squirming or else I’ll slit your throat right here.”

You whimpered and stopped abruptly, taking his threat seriously.

Ghostface chuckled again as you obeyed him, his hand still tightly grasped against your mouth.

“Good girl, finally using your brain and staying put.”

He could hear your heavy breathing, the terror in your eyes clear as day, only serving him more amusement.

"Are you going to scream if I take my hand away from your mouth?" He asked, his voice low and calm. As he asked this, his grip on the knife got tighter, which did not go unnoticed by you, and only urged you to shake your head.

Ghostface smiled under his mask.

"Good girl." He said, slowly removing his hand from your mouth, but keeping his arm wrapped around your body to keep you in place.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? I don't want to have to hurt you, princess. I just want to have a little fun with you."

You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Why? What do you want from me?” You questioned, not bothering to hide the shakiness in your voice.

He chuckled, keeping you tightly against his body as he started to slowly let the knife in his hand drift down towards your shorts.

"What do I want from you? Hmm… entertainment, I suppose. And your company. We're gonna have so much fun, doll."

You caught on to his insinuation, and your eyes widened.

“If you’re good for me, maybe I’ll let you get the hatch. That’s what you want, hm?”

You heard the knife cutting the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

“You’ll just need to be on your best behaviour, dear. Are you gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart? Are you gonna be a defiant bitch?”

The tip of the knife pressed against your hip, and you frantically shook your head again. The pit in your stomach made you want to be sick.

The knife had made quick work of your shorts, the tattered fabric now falling off of you and leaving you in your underwear. The air nipped at your bare skin, and you felt more exposed than ever. The knife trailed up your now exposed waist, leaving goosebumps in it’s path.

Ghostface hummed in a pleasing tone, his grip loosening, but still firm enough to ensure you wouldn’t be going anywhere. His chest was still pressed hard against your back, but he adjusted you so that you could now see his emotionless mask over your shoulder. The mere sight of it made your legs tremble from underneath you, which only increased as his hips were now against your arse.

”You’re being so good for me already.” He purred, switching the knife from his right hand to his left, so that the knife was pressed against your throat again as a silent threat that if you tried anything, you’re dead. “I’m so excited to hear what sounds you make.”

You whimpered, feeling utterly helpless and at his mercy. Which you was, and you sensed more dread was to come.

He shoved his hand down your underwear invasively, causing you to yelp in surprise. Ghostface laughed at your reaction mockingly. “Oh? Is is that easy to elicit a reaction from you, sweet girl? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

His fingers easily found your clit, and he wasted no time in rubbing circles on it with a lick of his lips (which you could not see, of course). You bit your lip, attempting to hold back any moans that may of escaped you, not wanting to give him any satisfaction as a mild method of defiance. However, he quickly caught onto this. He pressed the knife harder against your throat.

“Nuh uh, you better let me hear those pretty little sounds coming out your mouth or I’ll make you scream in some other way, doll. Come on, I wanna hear how I’m making you feel. Be a good slut for me yeah?”

He started rubbing your clit a bit faster, forcing a moan out of you much to your dismay. Despite his threat, you did not want to give him a reaction. Even though you were shit scared, you wanted to cling onto that little bit of dignity you had left.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Ghostface murmured, continuing his face paced circles. Your dignity slipped away, the moans and whimpers pouring out of you the more he abused your clit. Your body was betraying you. Him rubbing you like this was making your pussy wet, and your nipples hard. The sensation of his fingers working his magic on your clit alone was starting to create a small but noticeable pressure at the pit of your stomach, longing for more stimulation.

“Such beautiful sounds. You’re getting me all riled up here.” He whispered, his hard on becoming more and more apparent by the tightening of his pants. You could feel it pressing into your arse, which did not help the wet pool staining your underwear.

“Jesus, look at you. You fucking slut, you actually are enjoying this, aren’t you? You look so fucking good like this, cheeks all red, nipples standing at attention, fuck.” He growled, his cock begging to be released from its confinement.

Without warning, his two gloved fingers slipped inside of you, causing you to gasp and become weak in the knees. Just by inserting the fingers inside you, he could hear how wet you were, which only made his cock twitch.

“You ARE enjoying this. Fucking hell, you’re so wet. Is that all from me just playing with your clit?Fucking whore.”

He pumped his digits in and out of you, his own breath becoming heavier the more you moaned, his eyes watching the way yours closed and opened as if you was in a trance. The noises your cunt was making only made your cheeks flush even redder, almost disgusted that this killer was making you this way, a moaning, wet mess.

Your legs were becoming way too weak to keep yourself up as his fingers curled inside of you, scarping your g-spot and adding to the pressure that was rising in your stomach, threatening to be released.

“I-I can’t..”

“Oh sweet girl, have your legs turned to jelly?” He chuckled, his fingers picking up the pace.

You whined, finding yourself holding onto his strong arm still wrapped around you for some sort of support.

“P-please, I can’t stand any longer.” You whimpered out.

Ghostface hummed in thought while he took his fingers out your dripping cunt, and pushed them inside your mouth so you could taste your own juices.

“If you can’t stand any longer, then get on your knees.” He ordered, his fingers still in your mouth. You could feel his eyes on your flushed face, hair stuck to your head, your own juices smeared on your face as his fingers hung out your mouth. “Go on doll, on your fucking knees. Don’t make me ask again.” The knife, that you had forgotten was even there, pressed against your throat, and you wasted no time in obliging. You shakily started lowering to your knees, your back still facing him.

“And don’t even try to run.” He gripped the knife tighter, still at your throat, and circled in front of you so that you could now see him fully, the said knife never leaving your skin.

“Fuck me, sweetheart, if I didn’t have any self control I’d fuck you right now, with you looking like that.” You could practically see his cock bulging out of his pants from under his cloak.

He bent down to your height on the floor, and tilted your chin up using the tip of the blade so that you was staring into the black, soulless masked eyes. You wished you could see his expression, so that you could have some sense of what he planned to do next.

In one swift motion, he had cut open your top, and used his hands to rip apart your bra, summoning a surprised squeal from you as he did so with ease. He wasted no time in cutting the sides of your underwear as well, so that you were now completely bare in front of him, your nipples erect, and your swelling clit all on display.

“Fucking hell..” He groaned, his cock twitching uncomfortably in his pants at the sight of you completely exposed and on your knees.

“You know..” He reached out to grope one of your tits. “Ive seen you in trials before. Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch you with these tits and not being able to do shit about it?”

He massaged and gently pinched your nipples, his cock becoming so painfully hard. “You have no idea. And I bet you enjoy that, huh? You enjoy the fact you make me so hard that I need to palm myself every time I see you, imagining what your sweet little cunt would feel like around my cock, don’t you?” He slammed the knife’s blade through the floor between your legs, causing you to jump and gasp. The knife handle stuck upright, exactly how Ghostface wanted it.

You watched him rise to his feet and make quick work of his belt, undoing the buttons to his pants and finally releasing his cock with a relieved groan. You could see from your place on the floor his dick standing at attention, curving upwards slightly with pre-cum beading down his tip. He gave himself a few slow strokes before he broke your stunned silence. “Ride it.” He pointed to the knife handle.

Your eyes widened.

“W-what?”

“I said fucking ride it.”

Your eyes darted between the knife handle, and him, a horrified look plastered all over your face.

“I-I don’t think I can do that-“

Ghostface roughly grabbed your neck and lifted you slightly so that your pussy was lined up with the knife handle. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I don’t want to have to ask you to do things more than once anymore, or else that knife is going inside you in one of two ways - in your cunt, or in your stomach. Now, ride. It.” His voice was laced with irritation, and you didn’t want to test his patience.

You whimpered quietly to yourself, trying to ignore all the thoughts screaming at you to not do it - to get away, somehow, but you knew that your only chance of escape was giving him what he wants. Ghostface let go of your neck, and watched you realign yourself with the knife handle.

Your breath was shaky as you lowered yourself onto the knife, but those breaths were replaced with little whimpers as the relatively thin handle got buried deeper inside you. You could feel Ghostface’s eyes burning holes into your naked form, urging you to keep going till the whole handle was in you. You took your time, wanting to adjust to the foreign object’s texture before moving, finding that it didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would, and it’s thin size made it easy to get used to.

You started bouncing on the handle, small moans sounding from the back of your throat, which proceeded to make Ghostface start stroking his cock faster as he watched you. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it sweet girl..” He groaned, watching your body move to find a way to please itself on his very own knife. That, coupled with your whimpers and moans, could of made him fucking cum right then and there. “Yeah, yes, don’t stop, fuck..look at you, you precious little thing, fuck…you look so fucking good doing that. Don’t stop fucking yourself with my knife, shit..” He could barely form words between his grunts, his hand stroking his cock rapidly as your moans filled his ears.

You watched him knead his dick, the sight paired with his grunts and groans, his words, making your inhibitions decease into nothing, your pussy practically drooling at the interaction you was experiencing with this killer. You reached up to one of your tits and started massaging it, your eyes staring up at him to where his eyes would be and back down to his dick, deciding to not quieten your moans anymore. “Fuck baby, yeah, that’s so fucking hot.” He panted, feeling his cock twitch in his hands. “You’re such a good little slut, I didn’t even have to tell you to do that. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

He walked towards you and grabbed the hair on the back of your head. “I want your pretty little mouth round my cock, get it nice and wet for me.”

He pushed himself into your mouth, taking you off guard and causing you to choke on it. What he did not have in length he definitely made up for in width. He let out a prolonged groan as he felt the warmth of your mouth, almost spilling his cum down your throat in that instant. You wasted no time and moved your head up and down his length, using the tip of your tongue to lick the bottom of it as you did, pulling out more grunts and groans from Ghostface. “Oh fuck..” He moaned, looking down at your mouth wrapped around him, taking him all in and sucking him like an obedient whore should. You looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down, using the hand that was not playing with your tits to massage his balls softly.

“Shit, yes, that feels so fucking good baby. Fucking hell..” His grip on your hair tightened as he stared into your lust filled eyes, half lidded and sparkling with little tears. His praise made you moan, sending little vibrations up his shaft while you continued to take him in and out your mouth, with your tongue swirling around it like it was a popsicle. There was dribble spilling out the sides of your mouth, and your face was red from the little air you was taking in through your nose. Seeeing you like this was edging him closer to his climax, his breaths between grunts and groans became shorter; he really wanted to cum down your fucking throat, but he was far from done with you. He pulled your mouth off of his cock, a string of saliva connected from your mouth to his shaft breaking half way.

You panted heavily, taking in the air you was neglected while going down on him. Ghostface was also panting heavily, his cock twitching and soaked, his desire for your cunt now more obvious than ever. He effortlessly lifted you up by your thighs, slamming you against a nearby wall that knocked the air out of your lungs. “I’m not waiting anymore, doll. I need to feel your pussy wrapped round my cock. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want my cock buried inside you, princess?” You nodded frantically, your pussy dripping wet with your legs spread wide open and wrapped around his waist.

His tip teased the entrance of your hole, circling it painfully slow. “Use your words.” He urged, watching your desperate face practically beg him to just fuck you. “Yes..! I do.” You respond, your pussy practically throbbing his name in morse code.

“Yeah? Is that right?”

“Y-yes, please!”

His tip finally penetrated your hole a bit, the warmth and tight sensation extracting a string of curses from his mouth. “So fucking tight..”

The little contact he was making with his tip was causing you to squeeze around him more, as if your body was trying to suck him into you desperately. Your chest was heaving with anticipation as your heart was ringing in your ears like church bells on a sunday morning.

He finally pushed his whole cock into you, his girth stretching you to his size and his hands squeezing your thighs so hard that little bruises were bound to appear, both of your moans now mixing together in a symphony as his cock buried inside you for the first time.

“So tight and wet for me, fucking christ..” He growled, your walls squeezing him despite his width stretching you out. He pulled out of you so that his tip was the only thing remaining, before roughly slamming right back into you, cursing and groaning while you mewled pathetically into his shoulder as his cock sent painful and pleasurable shockwaves throughout your body as you tried to adjust to his size. He gave you no time to, however, and his movements became rapid as he started fucking into you shamelessly with a new ferocity. Your moans became so loud you was sure the survivors back at the camp could hear you being pounded like the little slut you were. The curve in his dick was making his tip reach places you’d never felt in your life, which proceeded to make your moans increase in volume.

“Fuck…yeah…you feel so..god…you feel so fucking amazing sweet girl…yeah, let me hear those slutty sounds you make…mhmm, fuck..!” He managed to pant out as he drove his cock into you with new speeds, causing your cunt to tighten even more around his cock as your climax was approaching fast.

“Mmph, just when I thought you couldn’t get any tighter..” He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at his mask. Drool was all over your face and your eyes were welded shut into an expression of utter bliss. “I can feel you’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel you tightening around me..” He grunted between his erratic thrusts. You could only respond with loud moans, words now lost from your brain as he fucked you closer to your high.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, go on, fucking cum all over me, doll.” He said, still keeping a hold on your chin so he could watch your face. Your noises only became louder and louder as the pressure in your uterus grew faster each second, your arms squeezing his neck and holding onto dear life. “Mm, that’s it, good girl..” He purred, his thrusts unrelenting.

His encouragement finally made the pressure all release at once, that great fucking feeling of cumming on his dick extorting a mix of screams and moans as the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body. “Ohh, fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. Such a good girl.” Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you rode out your high, and he hissed as his movements became more sloppy and desperate to chase his own climax. You quickly became sensitive as he continued to pile drive into you, your moans turning into whimpers as you bared through the overstimulation.

“Mm…gonna cum, fuck..” He groaned, squeezing your thigh even tighter. He managed to fuck into you for a few more sloppy strokes before his warm cum spilled into your cunt in large quantities, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he slowly stroked into you a few more times as you milked him dry. You could feel him twitching as he finished his load deep inside you.

His fast breaths slowly evened out as he recovered, still having a strong hold on you with your weak legs wrapped around his waist. You were in worse shape; your legs were weak, you had dried juices at the corner of your mouth, drool on your chin…

“You really do look like a slut.” Ghostface chuckled darkly, finally pulling out of you so his cum could drip out of you slightly. You had no strength to argue, or respond, so you just allowed yourself to go limp in his strong hold. You heard him chuckle again, hooking his free arm under your legs to carry you properly.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you watched him take you further into the house, your legs swaying every time he took a step. You heard a distant sound get louder the more he carried you, which made your head perk up a bit as you realised that it was the sound of the hatch.

‘He’s actually giving it to me?’

You glanced up at Ghostface before he not-so-gently chucked you onto the hatch with a thump. With a grunt, you sat up on the cold metal of the hatch and suddenly became aware that you was still naked, cum dripping out of you and hair in disarray.

“Go on, go, let them survivors see how much of a slut their teammate is.” He laughed darkly. “Hopefully we get put into the same trial again very soon, sweet girl.” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before standing up straight and disappearing out of sight.

You held onto your chest with one arm and covered your pussy with the other before entering the hatch, finding difficulty to stand up straight. You could feel his cum sticking to your inner thighs and you could already see hatred and judgment of the other survivors when you got back.

But, you were past caring now. That felt too fucking good to care.

[eomayas]

testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

[sluttyminghao]

omgg HEAR ME OUT

https://www.tumblr.com/sluttyminghao/715726383208398849/i-dont-know-if-hard-hour-are-finished-but-i?source=share

this ask but as a short fic or drabble ???

content warning under the cut: mentions of wax play!

joshua: it's been hours by now. everything is sticky and sweaty, and your boyfriend can hardly hold himself up above you now. you can see his biceps trembling, with both pleasure and the fact he's been fucking you in this position for over an hour so his arms are probably starting to hurt. eventually, he gives up and rolls over to lay next to you, but doesn't pull himself out. joshua lets his arms drape over your waist, and pulls you in closer to him. he begins thrusting his hips into you once again, the sensitivity shooting him straight into a space he hardly ever went. "fuck, fuck, so tight" his phrases are coming out in mumbled English, and you know he's totally lost himself in the pleasure between your thighs and won't hear you if you even try to say anything. his phrases are words coming out solely in English with the occasional word in Korean, and he only comes back to earth once he cums a final time and pulls you close to his chest, hoping to come down from his high.

junhui: he's a pretty patient man, that much we all know. however, he doesn't like being told he has to wait to cum. he also doesn't like not being able to touch you, so when you tie him to your bed and leave him attached to a vibrating cock ring, he grows impatient and whiny very, very quickly. he starts off pretty stoic, the occasional whimper or leg twitch here and there; he's not stoic after all and still loves the feeling. the next step is when he's getting close to his orgasm. he can feel the coil growing inside him and knows it won't be long before he's needing to cum. it's only when you turn down the vibrating ring that he starts to slowly go insane. while he speaks Chinese often, he doesn't often revert to it whilst in the throes of lust, so hearing him spout words and phrases in Chinese that you'd picked up from being with him while you deny his orgasm, turns you on beyond belief. and now you want to do it more often

minghao: minghao is normally pretty stoic, and will be generally pretty quiet in bed with you besides the occasional grunt or moan. however, you think you might have worked out how to get him loud and whiny in bed. nipple clamps. you tried them on him a while ago and he was the loudest you'd ever seen him, although was very shy afterwards. you tried them on him again tonight though, much to his disinterest at first. but when you started tugging on them, you noticed how much precum dripped from his tip, and how his cheeks began to flush brightly. you tug on them again and watch his cock twitch, and how his body goes slack when you tug them one at a time. you smirk when you realize that he's now begun cursing in his native tongue as well, which only occurs very rarely when he enters subspace. you could tell he was trying so hard to hold back, but with one hand still tugging gently on the clamps and one going to his leaking cock, you know he'll be putty in your hands in no time.

vernon: similar to minghao, he's pretty stoic when he's in bed, but will occasionally let out some whimpers or grunts when he's close to his orgasm. after some time with him, you come to learn that he loves the feeling of sex-safe wax dripping onto his skin. there's something about it that has him whimpering and crying out in English for more. he likes the warmth of when the wax hits his skin, how it cools and hardens against it and then leaves a small mark after it's been peeled off. when you drip the wax into his sensitive areas such as his collarbone and down his v-line, is when he gets the loudest. he swears in English and spouts some incomprehensible phrases that confuse even you occasionally but you more so live for the fact that he will beg in English as well. "please...i need more, need it so badly." and with tears welling in his eyes and his hands screwing into the sheets, how are you to deny him what he so desperately wants?

link to the original ask here

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Roman Numerals I-V | Simon “Ghost” Riley | Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Sum. Roman Numerals I to V about being with Simon “Ghost” Riley. He doesn’t imagine himself being in love, and yet when he his, it’s more soothing than expected. And even then, his mind can’t rest, but he now has family to help him along the way.

Warnings. mentions depersonalization/derealization, PTSD, alcohol, smoking,

Word Count. 1088 words

Reader. fem!reader

A.N. getting back into writing yall- hoorah. Dont be afraid to load up the inbox with MWII. i havent touched the COD games in like...3 years and i wanted to get into this one so bad... i am so happy these boys are getting their love yall- i will  be making some roman numerals for Soap lmao. I kept mixing up NewSoap with OldSoap and i was so mad i had to rewrite it. anyways. enjoy! i will replay the campaign now and cry at the gym now lmao

     i. In terms of a relationship, Simon wants a civilian, while Ghost needs someone with a military background. If you knew Simon before you met “Ghost”, you’d have met as children, aware of his situation with his family but never allowed to be involved. He gets very attached to the few good things life has given him, and he wouldn’t just throw it away because he had his job take most of his time away. If you had met Ghost first? “Ghost” would have in turn met “Fawn,” with the team's support following behind whoever needed her closely, it would take about a few months before names would be exchanged, and a good year before faces are revealed in a more intimate manner.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

     ii. Simon is softer than many would expect, often touching you with the back of his hand in fear of his grip, he prefers for you to lay on top of him with your whole body weight rather than the opposite, and unless others are present, his voice is softer- more tired, vulnerable. But when others are around, like Soap, or Price, he's noticeably softer, but not enough to hurt his pride or self image. Everyone in the situation knows Soap and Price don’t care, and are happy for Simon, but they also accept he’s a rather stubborn man.

     iii. His love language is definitely physical touch, on the highest end, with acts of service as a close second, and quality time as a third. He’s had a… scarcity in positive physical touch growing up, and the military didn’t do anything to help that craving, so he does get a bit choked up when he’s held for long periods of time. You learn not to mention it, let him tear up in peace, shakey sighs leaving him when your nails start to scratch his scalp and play with his hair. 

     Keeping him in mind when out and about leaves him weak in the knees, buying him paint for his face when you see it, patching up balaclavas that he gets attached to rather than replacing them, grabbing him tea when you get your own coffee/hot cocoa/tea. Even just being around him is enough. 

     He’s not a man of many words when he’s in his moments, and sometimes just having you near keeps him sane. You notice how his dry humor evaporates to nothing, he isn’t quippy,3 but follows you from room to room like a shadow. He stares, watching you cook and hum to yourself, curling up on the couch behind you as you iron with the TV on, sitting on the carpet floor with his head on your thigh, reading aloud. Those moments keep him sane, his mind running wild with his heart pounding in his ears, and seeing you… live, so close to him brings him back to Earth.

      iv. He’s often gone for months on end, usually around three months on average, before coming home for a while, to start up again. He gives you a burner, and usually wants you to travel as he’s gone. A secure channel and consistent movement allows for better safety, and more frequent comms. They’re usually short, you hear the others in the back. Laughing, shouting, hollering, crying. It depends on how the mission goes, who's back, who's lost. Ghost always comes back, and Simon seems to lose a bit of himself, faded eyes and a hollow look to him, but he manages to somehow pull himself back. But there are times where he can’t seem to, where he’s lost. He’s grateful you never leave him in these moments, even though he thinks you should, that there's something better out there for you.

     v. He often talks with Soap一 Johnny when he’s home, at the bar on a quiet night, in their homes on the rooftops, a bottle of Scotch between them. Maybe Bourbon. Depends on how Johnny boy feels that night. It’s their usual banter, throwing how they’ve saved each other in their faces, a quick jab at the other in the side, sometimes escalating to a grappling session. 

     Simon wonders if this is what it’s supposed to be when you have a brother, and though Johnny is the older one, he still can't help but baby him in a way. He’s seen how brothers act, on the TV, siblings on the school grounds, and in public. He was envious of them then, those secret chats they have in the early mornings, the silly banter that creates inside jokes no one else could ever understand, the meaningless bickering that only led to a stronger bond. He wanted that.

     So here he is, on the roof of Soaps home, a chill in the autumn air that keeps the men awake. Scotch again for tonight, and Simon hums as his throat burns with another sip from his glass, and he wonders if you’re asleep in the guest bedroom you’re both to share, or maybe you’re having your own quality time with Johnny's wife. He wouldn’t be surprised if he and Johnny found you both asleep in a bed together, TV playing with snacks and your own drinks/smokes of choice by the side of the bed.

     He smiles at the thought, seeing and feeling everyone in the home happy, and yet- he can’t help but feel his heartache as his mind wanders into darkness again. And he ends up begging Johnny, for him and his wife, to take care of you if anything is to happen to him.

          “Don’t say that, brother. You’re not going anywhere.” John tries to smile, to bring the mood back up, and not allow Simon to fall into his own mind again.

          “Just… just promise me, Johnny. That’s all I need to hear right now.” He gulps down the rest of his drink, looking ahead for a second, slowly turning as he waits for a response.

          “I promise. But, you need to promise me one thing as well.”

          “What.”

          “Promise me… promise us you’ll do what you can to stay here. Stay with us. As long as you can.” He can only glance at the Brit, unable to meet Simon's eyes for this moment, not wanting to scare him away with too much emotion. 

          “We all need you here, Simon.” Soap is quick to grab the bottle, refilling the glass, tipping it over to ask if Ghost wants more. He’s met with a glass, and he fills it, the roles reversed as he awaits his response now.

          “I promise.”

[mrs-monaghan]

"If u truly are ot7 it would hurt you to see people shit on a member and u wouldn't prioritise engagement and views over that. "

So are you ot7? I mean the lowkey shade that you always throw at Tae says otherwise but I want to know if you consider yourself just a jikook supporter or ot7.

I don't throw shade at V. At all. I speak the truth. Calling him out for his behaviour is not shading him anon, and guess what, he's not the only one. Even Jimin my fav is not off limits. I literally got attacked not too long ago for saying him babying Armys is a bit problematic imo. Members are still human beings who will make mistakes. I've criticised them negatively at one point or another. V is a recurring topic because he does do questionable things more often than the rest. And there is nothing wrong with mentioning said things.

I'm sorry if that makes you feel like I'm a V anti but I dont see it that way at all. V does mention JK unnecessarily. V did promote basically everyone's music on his IG except Jimin's. V did use to act a bit homophobic to Jimin in the beginning. V does tend to overplay Taekook moments and we know this because JK has shut him down multiple times. These are all facts anon, its not shade. He's a weird dude. Very strange. Do you remember this episode and how other members kept getting caught coz their ears were giving them away? Well guess what? V's ears were not moving

Dude. That's either really creepy, or really impressive depending on who you ask 🤭🤭This also means this guy would pass a lie detector with flying colors 🤣🤣🤣 (no seriously that shit is mind blowing 🤯🤯🤯)

Anyway, I personally don't hold his weirdness against him coz some people would consider me weird too. But facts are facts are facts, anon.

Just coz u wanna walk around thinking he's perfect doesn't mean he is.

🤷🏽‍♀️

I love V anon. I'm sorry u don't believe me.

[obscureother]

🌑 ˚x'˙ intro. . ??

Hello. . !! im new to tumblr, so sorry if wonky things happen while im setting this up. im still trying to figure things out guys-

i lurk on other accounts for general content but im closeted n shy so i made this one to yell about things instead so i don’t expose myself to people i know lolol

if you know or find other profiles i own, i request you not expose it for those reasons before im comfortable to.

so this is just an f/o blog/journaling. . thing. I'm not entirely sure what content will be here, but it will be centered around f/os, self-shipping, and its just to give me a place to yell about the people that live in my/your brain rent-free and know they don’t exist but we pretend they do anyway for comfort reasons and serotonin, dopamine, uhh what other things feel good and ok??

some of it will be for you if I happen to think of something, other times it is for me to explode over my fixation f/os!!

youre also welcome to come yell about your f/os if you just need someone to talk to them about!! dont think i know em?? COME OVER and INTRODUCE THEM. you can come in DMs, asks, or however you want to!! id be happy to know your f/o or listen to you talk about them if no one else will :00

This is a comfort blog to me, so there wont be any room for meanness or intended offenses here. Dont come to me with troublesome things or somehow twist/morph my content into something its not, we're just here to have a cool time with our fictional people, bro. . :((

ok who r you tho:

To be honest, I don’t have a name or something to go by as of posting this, I might get one later or just make a new comment all fancy for the pin. . For now you can just call me whatever you deem good or just go off my blog/username!! Don’t be mean tho. i may take one you guys think of or figure it out on my own.

they/them

im 21 yo. (if youre a minor, i dont mind you coming to say hello, but do look below the other stuff content for what you need to look out for. you should also know some of you goofy kiddos have energies i dont know how to respond to sometimes, so dont worry if i get awkward or something, its not your fault lolol.)

im in college, so forgive me if im slow, im also just not on tumblr very often :v i dont ghost people on purpose i swEaR-

i might post my f/os on a whole list, idk yet, but theyll prolly be mentioned sometimes to the very least. you can def ask of them tho!! (edited: i made an f/o list if you want to see them.)

i dont know if ill post content of my own f/os or me/my sona for them, but it could be there.

i dont mind sharing f/os!! id love to yell about them together. if you dont like that, then its ok!! i either wont talk about them with you so you can be their person when we talk of them, or you can just block/not interact. ill be sad i dont get to meet you, but its ok.

other stuff:

Nothing explicit/detailed will normally be posted. but: The worst there will be is just being hormonally silly from kind of "rrr ovaries go brr, chew on theM-" energy of my f/os. i will try to create a tag to mark it with so you can exclude honky content if you want or need to later, tho. from what i know, you can "block" tags. . so i think that will work if you like the other goofy stuff on the blog??

(edited: I DID IT, I DID THEM, LOOK: 🌑obscure tags list for the obscure blog )

NSFW talk can be in DMs, tho.

DO NOT come to me with those concepts if youre a minor tho, oh dear GOD. honky grown-up talk is not for you goofy child-folk.

LGBTQ+ friendly!! im nonbinary and love everybody. youre ok too. 💙

i do roleplay sometimes, but only in dms n please dont go exposing our roleplays to others. . i would be very not comfy :"0

if you want to roleplay, you can dm me to ask but i dont have to say yes or i might not be able to. im slow too dfsdf=

i may or may not make a side blog once i figure out how to do stuff, but know that until then, im going to just post whatever on this one til i know how to do things on tumblr lolol.

forgive me if some of my content gets deleted, edited, whatever as we go. like i said, this whole thing is very new to me and its not very organized for now. its just there. its gonna get wonky over here on my side for a bit.

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[astarionposting]

Thank you @korcariiwitch for tagging me <3

20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS

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I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

mint, lavender, rosemary and a hint of vanilla.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

i dunno, like blood usually does lol, or whatever blood with a lot of wine in it tastes like.. maybe she'd get them drunk

III. how would they kiss their LI?

she is quite reserved, so gently/discreetly in front of others (or just not at all), and more passionate in private.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Always steals the furry blankets, either doesn't really cuddle bc she is sweating under the fur blanket or has her leg over her LI if it is really cold hehe

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Cozy warm tones with a lot of candles, pretty much a fire hazard, incense and oils burning, a lot of furs for her bedding area, and decorated with dried flowers, medicinal herbs and animal bones, mostly deer. Prefers to be away from water and in a more seculded/quiet area.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

A dark navy with bronze accents. Deer/dragon style engravings.

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Medicinal herbs, dried flowers and animal bones (as previously mentioned) as she believes everything can serve a purpose, even in death.

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

definitely astarion/gale club, but she mostly focuses on studying history and medical stuff

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

She gets along with everyone pretty much, but I'd say she would butt heads with Astarion on certain things, such as always having half-assed plans and rushing into things, and maybe Sharran Shadowheart due to her own religious beliefs.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

speak with the dead, as much as she loves animals.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

meh.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Not sure who would, but probably talking about her decision to get a giant septum ring of an elk post-resurrection lol... maybe Karlach, but in a good way, like she also wants to get a piercing to match

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

A very quiet and brief laugh; I would say when she is having a genuine conversation with someone she cares about, mostly laughing over Gale's jokes. It is mostly a breathy laugh that comes out of her nose. otherwise, it is mostly a sarcastic scoff at lack of common sense/general stupidity. Having a father who barely smiled/laughed himself, she kind of mirrors the same behaviour.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

She isn't really the type. I also am bad at coming up with jokes :)

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

my mods are messed up so it just says 'not found' lol... it is jaheria's camp outfit

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

i dont have any on her... lol NOT BC IM A PERVERT BUT BC I JUST NEVER SEE THEM SO I DIDNT BOTHER

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She is a noble lady, so probably a large feast (with lots and lots of mead and wine) would be held in celebration. A lot of music and dancing, entertainment, often in form of live competitions, are held, gifts, etc... but as she prefers the quiet, she always sneaks away as soon as everyone is too drunk to notice lol

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Nature documentaries lol, I think she would be fascinated by National Geographic docs for suuure, and she would probably attempt to get her LI to watch them too out of pure excitement.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I do! It is just named after her lol, I guess the songs align with her personal arc that I am roughly/poorly developing in my brain

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Probably something that reminds her of home or a loved one, maybe a stone or a small gift that is sentimental to her.

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FOR @au-starss <3333 i already have a fic titled scars and since i wanted to deliver this to u p fast, i couldn't think of something else HDGSHAJDSA,, also double upload 🥴 hope tumblr dont shadowban me.. you weren't specific what kinda scars so i kinda went with everything AHAHAHA, extra soft dottore? this is how i view my dottore btw... ;)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, kinda suggestive? if you read it that way but it's still v sfw nonetheless, dottore takes off ur shirt, makes out and that's it LOL, mentions of lots of scars and its v inclusive (sh, surgery, injuries, anything!)

There wasn't a day that Dottore didn't wish that not another wound would be inflicted on your body, especially deep ones that would leave scars on your skin.

He didn't think of them as unsightly blemishes of your body, heaven's no! Dottore worships them. They are part of you after all, and there isn't a detail of you that Dottore doesn't reveres, letting his hands roam all over your skin if you should ever allow him to. Not a single crevice left untouched, his fingers will trace all over your curves, and your scars will never be ignored.

You no longer question why there were times when Dottore would get down on his knees, parting your legs and position himself between them, then begin attaching his lips wherever he could whilst he slowly lifts your shirt up. He pours and pours his individual attention to your scars, starting from your abdomen, and takes his time to press tender kisses on the aching scars, trailing up toward your chest, then fully sliding off your bothersome shirt. His hands would travel all over your back, the sensation of his gloved fingers against your scars sending shivers up your spine.

Dottore relishes the pleased sighs that escape your lips as he continues onto your shoulders, then down onto your arm, his shower of kisses never ceasing even when he reached your wrists. The slight tremble of your hands didn't phase him, only encouraging him to give more of his love to your scars. And then finally, he would grace your lips with a piece of his attention, tilting his head to the side to deepen the passionate kiss. Dottore's hand would cradle the back of your head as you slowly laid back onto your bed, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer to you as he continued to ravish your lips. He will leave you breathless, weak, and desire more, eyes half-lidded as you gaze up at him.

Perhaps he did this because he felt guilty, after all. The longer you stayed with him, the more your scars began adding up. You fought for him, educating yourself on how to fight just so you could protect him with all your life. So back then, when he was expelled and often chased by people who were against him, you would get yourself hurt because of him, and your scars were a painful reminder of his selfishness; a time when he hadn't appreciated you as much as he does now.

Perhaps he wanted to give comfort to those scars that you had inflicted on yourself. Scars of battles you fought on your own, against the demons festering in your mind. He would always give them special attention when you allow him, his fingers kneading and tracing onto the scars that still ached with hurt and distress whenever your eyes lay on them. But if you hated seeing those scars, then Dottore could love them for you.

Perhaps Dottore wanted to ease the phantom pains you still experience on the scars he had given you, to save your life from certain death. He truly wished that they never left a mark on your body, but he knew that was impossible. Now, he would only glorify them, for those scars only gave you a sense of hope, and lead you to trust Dottore more. That if there was ever a time you needed his help, he would never turn you away, using his knowledge to save you, help you, protect you.

"Those days, huh?" You murmured softly into his ear, fingers raking through his hair as you pulled off his mask, his crimson eyes staring deeply into yours. Dottore didn't answer, but you could assume well enough that it was when he captured your lips back onto his once more.

Your scars, in Dottore's eyes, are just a part of your beautiful self. Details in a painting add more to the magnificence of the canvas. And he would kiss them all over again, each and every single one of them, if it meant giving you a semblance of comfort through the pain.

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[call-of-ishmael]

One last addition to Ishmael OCD talk, despite its accuracies and inaccuracies, i do believe it is the intent of the story to have her be OCD

While the profile descriptors do list odd stuff (often seemingly personal gripes) usually those dont appear anywhere else

But for Ishmael its a constant motif

Firstly the wording in english is odd, "Obsessive Compulsive Neurosis" is odd but clear enough to me from the obessive compulsive, but also neurosis (an outdated medical term to classify a lot of anxiety disorders was Neurotic Disorders)

However in Korean it is straight up OCD, this was relayed to me by a friend who is a native speaker and you can also (if unreliably) machine translate it from the Limbus Company website in korean

Now thats out of the way, obsession and compulsion are words thrown around a lot in not just that bit of her bio which is why id trust it more as writers making it clear

Faust doesnt have a passive called "insufferable" passives usually play into actual characterization

Ishmael has a passive called "compulsion" and in Canto V she always has a battle status effect of the same name

Obsession is everywhere from her new EGO being called Blind Obsession to many mentions thoughout in dialogue

OCD is clearly for her profile, a thing you are meant to take seriously

Sure profiles can be rudely personal asseaments and sometimes doubiously accurate but not all of them are incorrect. Yi Sang IS very ruminating and seems to get lost in thought, and Don does have delusions of grandeur, calling limbus company heroic and seeing herself as a hero (also it would make sense considering the source material being a man with delusions of grandeur). Sinclair WAS very overdependent and insecure (which he has moved past but considering the context of it being a file made when he was hired makes sense)

But not just that other things pretty much scream thats a theme for her in many other places

Now did they miss the mark? That really depends to be honest i honestly feel a lot of relatability to her but thats not really a universal experience and its very personal

But the point is, accurate or not it seems to have been the intent from the writers if we look at the text at least in my opinion and like many writers who try to tackle mental health, may have mishandled some of it