#im so normal that when I inhale I also exhale

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

EVERYONE.

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 16

Curly (Mouthwashing) + food play

Guess whos got Mouthwashing brainrot. This guy. I love me a psychological horror game that im too scared to play myself, so I watch manlybadasshero play it. I love curly, and I love angst and horror, so here we go.

tw for vague mentions of what happens in the game, and Curly losing his mind.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Sunlight passed in through the slim windows in your shared apartment, the radio playing some tune you didn’t know the name off. Most music nowadays was made by AI, generating what seemed to be popular at that very moment, so it was never worth learning the names, not when most were just a line of numbers and letters.

Your socked feet carry you silently across the carpet, a serving tray in your hands as you carefully push the door open. The apartment was ancient by todays standards, but it had windows that let you see the actual sun, and not just the artificial one they used so people wouldn’t go crazy. It did result in having doors you actually had to open, instead of sliding doors.

Seeing your husband laid out on the bed made it all worth it though, the sliver of sunlight brushing against his skin and making his blonde hair look like gold. Curly was going on another delivery in a weeks time and would be gone for about eight months to a year. It might have sounded extreme, but in this day and age it was normal, especially for you two, who were working class.

 Luckily you had a job that paid okay, but not enough to support you both, and your lover had such a draw to the stars. This also meant you two had been going at it like rabbits, to be able to sate yourselves until you met again.

The tray was placed on the bedside table, a sleepy smile pulling at Curly’s lips as you crawl up the bed, pressing soft kissing all the way up his spine. “Morning captain” you murmur against his neck, where you bury your face and inhale deeply, simply taking in the smell that was him.

His hand lazily reaches back and runs through your hair, a sleepy hum leaving his lips as Curly seems to melt further into the sheets, a long relaxed exhale leaving him. “mornin…” he mumbles, not even opening his eyes as he felt your chest press against his back.

Mornings like this with you were Curly’s favourite, where he just got to indulge himself in all that he loved. A small yelp did jump out of him as he felt something run down his back, your chuckle making him grumble and finally glance back at you, his blue eyes parted just enough to see you.

Curly huffed a little as he watched and felt you lick syrup up from the crevice of his spine, your tongue flicking out and lapping against every knob of his spine that you could feel. He sighed and arched his back a little as you got further down, flattening your tongue against the dimple of his back and giving a wet suck, slurping up the syrup that had collected there.

“Sweet, like you” you mumble against his skin, shooting him a cheesy wink as he grunts at your stupid joke. He was more than willing to lift his hips though, as you started working his boxers down, Curly twitching again as you tilted more of the syrup against his skin.

Had he not been so sleepy and hot inside already, he might have complained as he felt the thick syrup run down between his cheeks, against his fluttering hole, which still felt sensitive from the multiple rounds you’d had the day before.

Your tongue licking against it was like a Band-Aid, but also kindling upon the fire in his gut. Curly shuddered and hummed softly into the pillow, hips lazily rocking back against your tongue as you licking and tasted all he had to offer.

Curly could feel you pouring more of the syrup on him, and part of his brain wondered if you had bought it, just to use it for this. Sugary items weren’t the cheapest, so it did fluster him a little more, knowing you most likely had saved up just to lick it off him. It made the familiar pulsing hardness between his legs dribble against the sheets, his hips rocking more intently against the bed.

“My pretty captain” you coo against his hole, only to follow it up with another wet suckle and slurp. One of your hands rubbed at his thigh, as the other pulled one of his cheeks, opening him up more for your hungry tongue and mouth.

You both knew you could have just pressed inside him, seeing as he was most definitely still loose from the day before. But the act of getting to lick him out and taste him like this was part of the fun, to feel Curly rut against the bed, but also back against your face, the taste of your spend from the day before, of Curly, and of the sweet syrup, flooded your senses.

It wasn’t the real syrup, the stuff they got from trees. Someone on your salary could never dream of even tasting the stuff, but it was a replacement version. It tasted a bit fake, but it was better than the cheap stuff. Add that to the taste of your lovers hole and his desperate panting, then it became a five star meal.

Curly let out a shaky keened noise as you finally pulled back, the blonde glancing over his shoulder again to watch as you slowly crawled back up again, pressing your chest against his back once more. “I love you” you mumble against his neck, grabbing yourself at the base to push inside him, Curly opening up with ease from all your prep.

“I love… you too” he gasped out, having to catch his breath as he felt your tip press expertly against his prostate. You had learned how to play him like a fiddle a while ago, back when you two were younger, and he was still studying to become a captain of a ship, and you had just started your career. You had both been so clumsy at the time, laughing and embarrassed, trying to figure it all out.

He let out a breathless giggle as you poured more lines of syrup against his back, licking it up from between his shoulders and up to his neck. “you’ll get it in my hair” he snickered, burying his face into the pillow once more as your hips worked together, his more desperate than yours.

“We can just take a bath” you reply, your voice rougher than before as you hold yourself up with your hands, moving your hips in rougher strokes, knowing that Curly liked it that way, to have his prostate struck over and over until he was wailing.

Neither of you really wanted to go far enough for Curly to start clawing at the bed, lost in tears of pleasure and fucked so good he couldn’t form a thought. At least, not now, not when he had just woken up, instead you stuck to suckling the sweet substance off his skin, the flavour mixing with the salty tang of his sweat.

Curly was the first to spill, his noises growing higher in pitch as his hips rocked in short quick strokes, downright humping the bed but also trying to jump back against you. Your captain got too desperate sometimes, no matter how many times you guys did this. He was normally too nice and too selfless, and times like this were the only time he allowed himself to be selfish.

His noises melted in a drawn out keen, which turned into a deeper guttural groan, his hips grinding hard against the sheets as he spurted all over it, your hips grinding against his from the back to push him further against it. “Good, so good. So good for me Curly” you pant, rutting against him a few more times before spilling inside him, adding to the mess that had mostly been licked up by yourself.

You both laid there, pressed against each other and panting, trying to catch your breaths and basking in the glow of being together. When he caught his breath, Curly lifted himself from the pillow, which now had some spit and tear stains as a result of his pleasure. His lips slotted against yourself, Curly smirking lazily at the sweet taste on your tongue. It tasted so good, even if he didn’t normally like the stuff, but on your tongue anything tasted divine.

…

A rattly exhale left his teeth, as there weren’t really any lips left to breathe through. Curly’s one eye was blurry as he stared up at the same ceiling he had been staring at for who knows how long. His mind had been slipping more and more lately. Every waking moment was pain, and whenever he slept, he dreamed of you.

Every now and then he swore he could taste syrup, even amongst the horrible taste of bile, blood, and the pain medication Jimmy force-fed him. Maybe the pain and isolation were finally catching up, his pained limbs thrashing weakly against the bed. Not because of pain, even if it was ever present. But because he longed for you. he longed for your eyes, your lips, your hands, your love. Anything to carry him through this… this guilt and pain.

Would you still want him, like this? You had always loved his hair, his eyes, you had always loved his handsome features. And what was he now, other than the sad pathetic remains of a man who deserved to die. But he couldn’t die, not yet, not when he had promised to return to you.

He could almost hear you. your loving voice which filled him with longing. Calling out for him, loving him, comforting him through the worst of his pains. Curly… my captain… Curly, Curly, Curly, C- “Curly?” a soft voice broke through the visions and illusions, at least most of them.

He couldn’t turn his head well, but Anyas face was familiar as it leant over him. She looked exhausted and like she had aged ten years from the stress of it all. She seemed relieved but also saddened to see him still alive, like part of her had hoped he would die peacefully in his sleep. “I don’t… I don’t think I can do this anymore, Curly. Its not your fault, but I can’t-“ she stuttered, voice shuddering and eyes glossy.

Hearing the rattle of the pill bottle in her hand made it all make sense. Poor Anya, another victim of Curly and his inability to do anything right. He wasn’t made at her, he hoped the few gurgles he could let out before the pain got too extreme expressed that. Her smile was so tired, one of her hands resting on his bandage covered bicep, before she slowly sank to the floor.

Curly could hear her breathing slowing down, even above his own raspy pained wheezing. If he blurred his vision enough, and let himself slide deeper into his mind, away from most of the pain, then he could hear your breathing too. He could feel it puffing against the back of his neck, your mouth pressing against his shoulder, up his neck to his chin, and against his lips.

The door opened with a whoosh, Curly only truly registering that time had passed from the look on Jimmys face, and how the room had started to smell more of death than before. Even as Jimmy lifted him, Curly still tasted sugar. He tasted you. he could almost see you leaning over the table, your loving smile on your face, even as more pain burned through his leg. Even as it all blurred more and more. Even as everything grew cold, and he heard Jimmy finally take responsibility, as you looked back at him through the glass.

He tasted syrup.

[sweetieviktor]

viktor x lab partner! reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: working with viktor and jayce is all fun until you start wishing your lab partner was well.. your partner.

content warning: minor spoilers about season 1, arc 2 and fluff!!

author notes: im sorry for the waiting!! life has been chaotic and im pretty busy doing things but i've managed to finally write down this adorable request yeey! hope you like it :D

» working with the hextech genius and piltover’s golden boy surely wasn't an easy job. high expectations, sleepless nights, doing experiments and calculations all day...

» at first, it was difficult to blend in as part of the group. jayce and viktor had been good friends for a long time now, and being added as a scientist alongside them in their own lab seemed like something experimental, almost incorrect.

» but things soon started to fall into place. and just like two plus one is equal to three, in the late hours was the time you all could be more free, more like your true selves. maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but it finally felt like there was a little place for you after all.

» whenever you needed to breathe a bit of fresh air and they were too focused on some research, you would go out and get them lunch on your way back. when you return to the lab, jayce would welcome you with a side hug and such a big smile that it could possibly blind you, while viktor would thank you with a little nod and a ghost of a smile on his lips.

» on these lunch breaks, it was common for you to talk about anything and everything that came to your minds at the moment. the hextec, politics and the council, how chaotic or abnormally normal life has been, literally whatever.

“i swear, i can't stand councilor hoskel anymore! why does he never listen to me but when mel says the same thing, then he is all ears?” jayce said while running fingers through his hair, smothering the mess to it place again.

“maybe because you can't verbalize things as good as her?” viktor suggested, tilting his head to the side, taking a bite of the cookies you've got for them earlier. “eeh, i mean, she works at the council for quite a time, right? you're still new to it.”

it was true, of course, but there was one thing they didn't consider yet. “or maybe you just ain't a woman!”

“surely a smart remark, i must say.”

“NO!”

» of course there were times where you could be more relaxed, but almost everyday was the same: calculation, experiment, malfunction and all again. it was frustrating, but worth it. after all the failed prototypes and explosions (so many explosions), now it is finally working.

» also, going on all nighters is a common occurrence (but jayce can't work through the night, because in the day time he needs to attend on the council and can't be late, so the boy needs to sleep early) and when this happens, you often go get you and viktor a mug full of coffee and then continue working on whatever you've been up to.

» oh, and the hexcore. magic and science at once. runes and mathematics all together, the almost impossible and so ethereal dream.

» to be able to study it this close was one of the best things that happened to you, to see, understand and manipulate hextech was incredible. the soft blue light it casted on the lab walls was beautiful, but to see it shine against viktor's skin was a delightful sight.

» his disheveled hair, dark circles, cheek bones. all of the shadows in the right places. the shining amber eyes, his nose and, oh, janna, his mole, the one just above his lip. it drives you insane. like it was luring you into locking your lips on his.

“why are you looking?” he asked, still focusing on the source of the light in front of him, molding its runes, the core moving along it. “studying?”

“yes, yes!” your tone more high pitched than you intended to. shit. “just studying the... hexcore.” you tried to remain your voice at a normal level again, inhaling and exhaling to calm down.

pulling his goggles up, he let his head fall back, laughing, “i'm just messing with you,” he looked at you from between half closed lashes, smirking, “good to know you like to study this.”

» the stealing glances, the absolutely profissional soft touches, the desire for something more, something you couldn't quite have. godness, if you could use hextech to solve your love equation, you would. maybe it would be easier to focus on work with a little magic.

» but it was so hard to focus while he kept looking at you like this, calling your name so sweetly, brushing his fingers on yours whenever you handed him something. you were head over heels for him but why does it seemed so hard to just tell him how you felt?

» again, this love equation was a confusing one, but you wished that the cup of sweet milk you left alongside a little sticky-note saying “you + me = date?” for him to find on his workplace was enough to be called a confession.

» now, you were almost ready to head home, but first you needed to look for jayce and update him about the research you've been working on lately.

» and after doing so, you headed towards the academy's lockers, unlocking yours, sending the same sticky-note you left on the lab flying to the pale ground. when you picked it up, you noticed some words written just below yours. “this is an easy one! the answer is yes. so... at the coffee shop near the academy, at 4pm? – v.”

[whereisten]

To Be Forgiven

FT: Suguru Getou & Nanami Kento

Pairing: Suguru Getou x Nanami Kento x reader Genre/Themes: sMUT! Convent (nuns and priests), angst Warnings: Threesome - F/M/M, vampire priests, loss of virginity, praise kink, light BDSM (rope use, spanking) overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m and f receiving), rough sex, blood mention, gaslighting, devotion, voyeurism, degradation, dumbification, creampie, character death, vampire priests Word Count: 8.8k

A/N: WELL... this is probably the dirtiest thing i've ever written, and I know its not kpop or nct based so im sorry for that. It was HEAVILY inspired by these two posts: https://x.com/polariae/status/1722684591079673876?s=20 https://x.com/kimmy_art0912/status/1721731893622714594?s=20 (so please take a look to get a good image in your mind before you start reading hehe the artists are amazing) Also, this in no way is meant to offend Christianity or the world of Catholics, the theme is only used for fantasy. Sorry if it's a little messy, i just had to get it out of my system. Dont forget to leave a comment if you like it! Thank youuuu xoxo

Freedom felt good. That’s what you thought to yourself the moment you stepped off the bus and onto the new convent you’d be living the rest of your life in. You’d finished college, graduating as you set out to do and now came the next step: devoting your life to Christ. 

Your parents didn’t understand your desire to live this way, but they supported you nonetheless. With tearful eyes, they bid you farewell and swore to stay strong until the next time they’d see you.

You drag your luggage to your room and sit down on your bed, inhaling and exhaling the fresh air slowly. 

“Hi! You’re new here!” A woman dressed in her holy tunic stands in the middle of your open doorway, her hands placed in front of her as she smiles.

You smile back. “Oh..yes! I just got here actually.”

“That’s wonderful, welcome to our home, my name is Khadija and I hope I can help you at some point, my room is a few doors down if you ever need anything!” She waves as you nod. 

“Thank you, my name is Y/n.”

She nods as well and walks away.

A few days later, you’ve started speaking with other nuns in an effort to gain an understanding of how things normally operate. 

“At 8 A.M, we have breakfast together and then continue our studies in our assigned classrooms. Should you need anything, I am always here.” Sister Nancy, your neighbor, walks with you to breakfast. She guides you through the convent and provides helpful information.

While at breakfast you try to get to know her better. “How long have you lived here?”

“Hmmm…time has sort of..run away from me…” she looks puzzled as she stares at her bowl of oatmeal. Almost as if lost in thought, her voice trails off and eventually becomes silent.

“Sister Nancy?”

“Oh! Yes..about 5 years.” She nods and looks back up at you. Once at the end of your breakfast you stand up and bring your trays to the cafeteria where you can toss any trash.

“Sister Y/n..” Nancy says quietly while walking beside you.

“Yes?” You look at her curiously.

“I must tell you..when you study, when you learn how to best serve God here..please be wary..”

“I’m not sure what you mean..” your brows bunch together.

“Well..the priests here are great, devoted and caring..but there are some who..may not have good intentions.”

You place your trays down and walk together in the hall towards your rooms.

“Men of the cloth are always good, Sister Nancy, what do you mean by this?”

“They should be good..but they are not, be careful and stay steady in your faith, do not lose sight of your goal..”

She stops while you continue walking. 

“But Sister, who-?” You turn to look at her, but suddenly, she is gone, not even the breeze from her departure surrounds you.

You stare into the hall. “Sister Nancy?” You call out, but it is empty and eerily quiet. You turn back towards your room and bump into a large chest.

“Oh!”

You stumble backwards, but the tall, sturdy figure grabs your arms to hold you still.

“I am so sorry..”

You look up slowly. 

The man has long black hair, feline-like eyes and a tempting smile. You quickly look away and onto the floor as your mind starts to desire more than just this embrace.

He chuckles and it’s like angels have started to sing from heaven. “My apologies, I should’ve walked more carefully.”

He finally lets you go.

“You’re new here, right?” 

You look back up at him, a strand of hair gracing his beautiful face perfectly as he smiles. 

“Y-yes..I’m Sister Y/n..please forgive me for-“

“Ahh no need, Sister Y/n..please continue..my name is Suguru by the way, if you need anything, just let me know..” He steps to the side to let you pass, but never lets go of your wide eyes.

You wondered how such a young man could become a priest. He looked dark and mysterious, unlike any of the other priests you’d seen before.

[The Next Day]

You’re heading to your first class where you’ll be taught by Father Nanami. You sit down in your chair comfortably before looking around to see if you can find Khadija and Nancy. To your disappointment, they aren’t there.

Then, he walks in. The blonde man with small glasses makes your jaw drop. He is just as tall and young as Father Suguru, but he looks stern and serious.

He places his books down and looks around at the class. “Welcome, let us begin, please open your pages to the verse written on the board.”

He sounds just as strict as he looks, no “good morning” or “how are you?” He jumps straight into business.

He is also your personal counselor, but you aren’t sure if you’ll be visiting him often.

Later that day, you go apple picking with Sister Khadija. 

“Would you like to tell me of your life before you chose Christ?” Khadija asks, gently picking a ruby red apple from above her head.

“Sure! I was happy..I graduated college and felt I’d done it all..but somehow, I still felt empty. Then one day, I overheard a sermon on the radio..and I felt..I felt this urge, a calling, rather. I felt the need to participate in something much bigger than myself, and so I decided to devote my life to Him.”

Khadija smiles. “That’s very nice.”

“And what about you?”

“Oh..I..don’t quite remember, but yes, I did feel the calling as well.”

You nod slowly, then smile quickly to cover up your worry. How could she not remember?

“That’s great!”

As you’re walking back with baskets full of apples, you turn to her. “I didn’t see you in Father Nanami’s class today, do you have a class with another priest at that time?”

Khadija stops, dropping her basket as her eyes widen. “Wh-who’s class?”

You kneel down and begin to gather the apples that fell out. “Father Nanami..is everything okay, Khadija?”

She dips down to pick her basket up. “I’m sorry, Sister Y/n, how clumsy of me.”

“It’s okay! I-“

“But Y/n, Nanami is not a great instructor..I would recommend another professor..”

She looks into her eyes as your hands touch while reaching for the same apple.

You frown. “He seems to be very serious about his work, I feel I can learn a lot from him.” 

Khadija shakes her head. “He..is dangerous.”

You stand up straight and laugh. “Are his exams that bad? I figured he’d be a harsh teacher, but I look forward to the challenge!” You grip your basket and continue walking.

Khadija looks at you with a worried expression. She wished Nanami was a harsh grader, and nothing more, but unfortunately, this wasn’t the case.

[One Week Later]

You step into Nanami’s office to ask a quick question.

“Father Nanami-“

Suguru stands next to Nanami’s desk, flipping through one of his books before gazing up at you slowly. 

“Hello, Sister Y/n.”

You nod. “Hello! I’ll come by later.”

“Wait a moment, you can speak with me if you’d like.” He says smoothly before sitting in the chair.

“Oh..is Father Nanami not available today?”

Suguru smirks when he senses your unease. “He will be back in about an hour, what is it you’d like to ask him?”

“I-I’ll ask him tomorrow, it really is no problem.” You turn to leave, but he stops you.

“Are you enjoying your time here, Sister?”

He intertwines his fingers in front of him and places his chin on top.

You turn back to him and smile. “Yes..but to be honest with you, father, I’m not sure if I’m worthy to be here.”

He tilts his head slightly, a dark glimmer presents itself in his eyes..or are you just seeing things? “What makes you say that, Y/n?”

The absence of “Sister” from his sentence and the way your name rolls off his tongue makes you shudder, but the feeling quickly leaves you as you clear your throat.

You look to the floor. “I don’t know, it’s probably nothing more than nervousness.”

Suguru leans back. “Of course you are worthy, Y/n. Do not worry, Christ lives through you at all times.”

You look back up at him and return his smile. “Thank you, father.”

You leave and release a deep breath you'd been holding. Something about him made you..unsettled. You didn’t know why, but as you walk back to your room, you shake the feeling off, never noticing his eyes on you from the doorway.

A few weeks pass and you notice that you often see Father Nanami walking about the halls and chatting with other Priests or Nuns. Suguru is hardly ever around, but honestly, you didn’t mind it. The long-haired temptress reminded you of the sin that still resides in your heart. The sin of lust. You couldn’t deny it anymore, and it forced you to visit the chapel more often.

You could resolve this impure feeling if you just prayed and believed in your Lord.

Apart from that, your time at the convent was going well. You bonded with your Sisters, and learned from Father Nanami as well as your Bible.

Some nights, however, you wake up randomly with the doomed feeling of being watched. 

“Hello?” You say quietly as you turn your bedside lamp on and peer out into the corners of the room. There’s nothing, there’s no sound. You only hear your trembling breath. There’s a slight chill in the air and it makes you grip your blanket tightly. 

This would happen around the same time every night, but you brushed it off to you being nervous. After all, you’re in a new home, surely it would take some more time for you to get used to your new bed and room. You tried to brush off the thought that part of these strange occurrences had to do with your room being just a few feet away from a cemetery.

You couldn’t go back to sleep most nights so you’d stay up and read your Bible until the sun rose.

To make matters worse, you didn’t see Nancy or Khadija as often, you couldn’t talk to them about how your nights had been going.

[One Week Later]

You run into Father Suguru for the first time in a while. He was just leaving Father Nanami’s office when he collided with you while turning the corner.

“Oh!” He laughs, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle. Your heart weakens at the sight.

No. Remain firm.

“I am so sorry, Father Suguru.” You step back and bow slightly.

“It’s alright, Sister Y/n, how have you been doing? You look tired.” His smile falls when he notices how dark your eyes have gotten since the last time he’d seen you.

“Oh! Really?” You rub the side of your neck and look to the floor. “Is it that obvious?”

He nods. “What’s wrong? Are you having a difficult time here?”

You shake your head. “No..no it’s not that..it’s just-“

He steps closer, looking down on you intently with knitted brows.

“You see..I’ve been waking up…in the middle of the night..feeling strange.”

Suguru smiles slightly. “How so, Y/n?”

And once again, you felt anxious about his tendency to omit your title.

“It’s nothing, Father..I’ll be-“ movement behind him catches your eye. You see a nun now down the hall quickly.

Nancy.

“Sister Nancy! Wait!”

You call out, but she doesn’t stop.

You look back at Father Suguru. “I apologize, sir. I must be going.”

He nods and watches as you walk by him.

You run after Nancy who quickly turns a corner. “Wait!” You try to call after her again, but once you turn the corner, she’s gone.

Things were getting weird and you didn’t know why. The sudden disappearances, the disturbing stillness and chill at night, it all made you worried.

That night, you wake up as usual, but this time, you finally see a figure. You aren’t sure if you should feel relieved or frightened at the sight.

You turn your lamp on before turning back to her. “Sister..is everything okay?”

Sister Khadija stands at the foot of your bed with dark circles under her empty eyes. Her lips are gray and her hair is unkempt. You’d never seen her like this before.

“W-what’s wrong?” You sit up in your bed.

She only raises her hand and points to the window behind your headboard.

You stand up and look outside of it, but nothing is there, only darkness.

“Sister Khadija, what’s going-“ you turn back to look at her, but she’s gone.

Goosebumps engulf your skin as the room suddenly feels much colder. You open your door quickly to see if she has gone to her room, but no one is there.

You’re seeing things. You just need to sleep more, that’s all.

You close your door again and climb into bed. You clutch your blanket then reach for your Bible, praying that Sister Khadija is sleeping soundly in her room.

The next night, the same thing happens, but this time with Sister Nancy. 

“Nancy-“ you wipe your eyes and focus on her face.

“You have to leave.” She says softly then runs out of your room. 

You jump out of the bed and run after her, ignoring the fact that you’re inappropriately dressed in just your nightgown and running through the halls of the convent.

You run fast, trying hard to not lose her this time. You needed answers. Why were they both visiting you at night? What did she mean by “you have to leave?”

But after running for nearly 4 minutes, you finally lose sight of her. You stop and look around in hopes of figuring out which dark, gloomy hall you’re in. The walls are lit by candles, making it difficult to figure out, but you’re sure that you’ve never been in this particular corridor before.

*thump*

Your head flicks toward the end of the hall where a loud banging sound comes from.

You walk towards it and hear it again.

As you get closer, you also hear soft groans and whispers.

Your hand hovers over the door knob. Should you enter? What do you expect to see? Someone that could help you get back to your room?

Without much thought, you turn it and push the door open slowly.

Your eyes widen at the sight.

It’s Priest Suguru on a bed. 

You gasp. He’s tied up with thick rope and completely naked. His head hangs low as he watches a nun’s head move on his lower half.

“Slower..yes..just like that.” His intoxicating voice fills the room. You step back and the sound of your foot just barely dusting the wood causes his head to snap up.

You cover your mouth.

His eyes are red and glow in the dim lighting of the candle lit room.

But what’s even more frightening is the blood that drips from the corners of his mouth. His chest heaves as he smiles wickedly. You tremble at the sight of two large fangs in his smile. 

“Y/n…” he calls out softly to you. Your eyes refuse to leave his body. Your knees feel weak as a mixture of emotions flood you. Fear, confusion, lust- you become too overwhelmed to speak.

The Sister below him releases his dick from her mouth, causing a ‘pop’ sound to echo. She turns around to face you, her mouth drips with blood and her eyes glow as well. She wipes her mouth with her fist before standing up and walking towards the door. 

You stumble backwards, your eyes still focused on Suguru behind her.

And then, the door slams in your face.

You snap out of your gaze, feeling your body experience a shock unlike anything you’ve felt before. What did you just see? Was it real? No, you had to be dreaming. Suguru, a holy man, would never—

The gorgeous sounds of his moans fill your head.

“Stop!” You say to yourself as your eyes grow teary.

You start running away from the door. You had to find your room, you had to repent immediately. How could your lustful mind conjure up such a degrading image of a priest? You’re disgusting, you’re unworthy of the Lord.

You pray you can be forgiven for your sin, but the sudden wetness in between your legs tells you that it may be too late.

———

[One Week Later]

Fortunately, you hadn’t seen Suguru since that night. You still weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but you begged God every night that it wasn’t real. 

“Are you okay, Sister Y/n?” Father Nanami interrupts your thoughts. You look around the classroom to see you’re the only one still there.

“Oh! Yes, Father, I apologize..I’ll get going.”

“You look tired, get some sleep tonight.” He says before grabbing his briefcase and leaving.

“Yes, Father.”

That night, you tossed and turned. You had vivid dreams of the halls and the people you saw every day. Your dreams were more realistic  than ever before.

You then start to dream of that dreaded night..but there is something different.

You feel your wrists are tied to your head board, your legs are pulled apart by large hands as you wiggle on your bed. Your nipples are perky, peeking through your gown, and you can feel your slit leaking.

You look down and see him. His hair is tied up and his upper half is naked.

Suguru crawls over you slowly.

You moan when you see his low gaze on your body.

He lifts your gown up and kisses your stomach with his pillowy soft lips. He works himselfvall the way down to your entrance. You can feel his hot breath fanning it.

“Father..please.” You close your eyes tightly and beg, and with just the sound of this one desperate plea, Suguru licks in between your slit.

Your back arches instantly. 

Finally.

His mouth on you feels amazing, you can’t stop moving your hips in an effort to get more from him.

He grips your thighs tightly, pushing them even further apart to lick and suck all parks of you.

Your moans grow louder, your breathing becomes quicker, you’re so close.

He reaches up with one hand under your gown and caresses your breast.

“Look at me.” He demands.

You look down as he drapes your leg over his shoulder and licks at a faster pace.

You lock eyes with his red ones.

“Faster..faster..please..I need more.” You cry out.

And Suguru follows your commands all while watching you writhe under him.

And with one final flick of his devilish tongue, you cum.

Your eyes fly open, you jump out of your sleep while panting.

Another lustful dream.

How could you betray God like this? You can't control your urges, it’s becoming a distraction and a serious problem that needs to be dealt with.

You start to cry quietly and decide that it’s time to get help.

You get on your knees and begin to pray until the sun comes up for only God could banish these cravings and impure thoughts.

———

[The Next Day]

You visit Father Nanami after class.

“Hello..do you have a moment?”

“Yes, come in.”

You close the door behind you and sit in front of his desk.

“How can I help you, Sister Y/n?”

In your time at the convent, you’d never seen him smile, and you certainly didn’t expect to see it today.

He looks sternly at his laptop, awaiting your reply.

You swallow hard, where should you start?

“Father Nanami..I saw..Suguru the other night..he was..he was tied up and in a strange position and he…he was partaking in scandalous activities with another Sister..”

He stops typing and looks up at you over his screen.

“But father..the strangest thing of all is that his eyes were red and his mouth dripped with what I think was..blood..it was..it was terrifying.”

“And yet..you couldn’t look away..could you, Sister Y/n?”

Your eyes grow. Nanami saw right through you and instantly knew of your sins.

“Father..I’m so sorry, I must beg for forgiveness.”

He takes his glasses off and places them onto the desk. He shrugs. “Why?”

You’re confused. “Because..because I saw the devil and had impure thoughts, Father! I’ve sinned, I’m unworthy of being here.” You bring your hands to your face and start to sob in them.

“Shhhh..no need to cry, Y/n..simply beg for forgiveness and do as he says..”

You nod. “Yes, father, I will visit the chapel right away and live as God tells me to, I-“

Nanami chuckles. “No..no Y/n..beg him for forgiveness..”

“..him?” You look up slowly.

“Father Suguru is the one whose image your impure mind has desecrated without reason..surely, you don’t think what you saw was anything more than your lust taking form in a dream? You imagined Suguru as something completely opposite of who he is, and you need ask for his forgiveness as he is the human embodiment of God..we all are, isn’t that right, Y/n?”

“Oh..I see, I apologize for not understanding..I will go to him right away.”

Nanami nods. “Good girl.”

You look to the floor to not see his smirk. But you can feel it in his tone and it’s strange.

You go to Suguru’s office in the evening when everyone is leaving to prepare for bed.

“Father Suguru..?” you say softly, but feel worried as you stand in his doorway.

“Oh. Sister Y/n..it’s nice to see you.” He gives a sly smile.

You nod.

“Close the door.” He sets aside a few books and sits down.

Like before, you find it hard to get started, but know you must in order to become a better Christian.

“Father..I must confess and with this confession I hope that you will not change your perception of me..I-I hope you will forgive me and allow me to continue to grow in this establishment.”

“Sister Y/n..you don’t believe you are worthy of being here, so why should I believe it?”

Your mouth falls open.

A smug look crosses his face. “You’ve come here to ask for my forgiveness, but have you forgiven yourself?”

“Father..I-I don’t follow.”

“What is it you’d like me to forgive you for? For watching..for craving..for..wanting to not only feel the devil but to taste him as well?”

You step back and gasp. “Father! I would never-“

“Oh, Y/n..sure..I’ll forgive you, but I know that’s not the only thing you desire.” He stands behind his desk and holds his hands together in front of him, his grin never leaving his face.

“Father, I only wish to absolve myself of my sins and live purely. It is the goal that I-“

He waves his hand. “Sure..sure..but tell me Y/n..how did it feel?”

“H-how did “what” feel?”

He walks closer to you, making more and more hairs on the back of your neck raise with each step.

“The lust, the desire…the craving..”

“I-I don’t know..it felt..”

“Strange, right?” He smiles widely.

”I’ll forgive you if you’ll allow yourself to indulge in your fantasies tonight.”

“No!” You back away from him.

“My dear Y/n..these thoughts will only go away if you give in for just a moment.”

“So what I saw the other night..was real?”

“It’s as real as you want it to be, Y/n. Tell me..do you want to feel what it’s like to be tied up and at the mercy of another?”

You tremble.

“Hands can roam along your skin, press into your thighs and collect the slick building in between your slit..fingers part it to allow way for my tongue to taste you and draw out your long withheld moans. But I won't stop, not until you’ve really felt me inside, making you the perfect size for me, pushing every breath out of your body. Not until our bodies become one and you’ve cried out to God for release.”

“Father..” you breathe heavily, his lips just inches from yours.

“And with your hands tied behind you, you’ll have no choice but to bounce on me until I’ve said I forgive you..even if it takes all night..you’re mine to control. In every position, in every hour..we’ll gain a brief moment in heaven together..only then can your sins be absolved.”

You swallow hard.

“You watched the devil and you liked what you saw..are you ready to fuck him too?”

Suguru’s eyes become a deep shade of red.

“How can you say such obscene things? What are you?” You stare into his eyes.

“A servant of God..of course…but I’m also the one that can make you feel so..so good.” he places a hand on your neck and tilts his head.

“But you..you’re..”

“Yes..Y/n..go on..say it.” His eyes follow your lips.

“A demon..”

He chuckles and his eyes float downwards. “And you’re as wet as you were that night..so shall we?”

“How can you..live in the house of God?” You look up with wide eyes.

Suguru lifts one corner of his mouth. “You see..I use my abilities for good Y/n..just one night and I shall remove the impurities from your blood, would you like me to?”

You hesitantly nod. He takes you into his arms and cranes down to your neck.

You grunt at the sudden move.

He then digs into your neck, causing you to yelp, your head falls back over his shoulder. The pain quickly turns into a pleasurable feeling as he sucks your blood. Your body relaxes in his arms. He pulls away and tilts your chin toward his to kiss you deeply. It’s your first kiss, so he leads you into it, caressing your lips slowly, mixing your spit with your blood. 

Your eyes close as you feel his tongue dance over your bottom lip. You relax more and more into his arms and embrace the feeling of his broad chest against your back.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “Do you wish to feel more? Do you wish to indulge your sins and be absolved of them thereafter?”

You nod, feeling your willingness to leave dissipate after his kiss. He smiles. 

“Very good, Y/n.” He says before sucking again.

He takes you to a room lit with only candles.

He carefully removes your head cover and dress, then pulls his rope out from a closet. 

He ties your hands behind your back, and continues to create intricate patterns across your body, making sure to kiss you every now and then. His cold fingers brush against your skin, sparking fires.

You feel vulnerable, but follow his every move and command as you kneel on the bed.

He removes his collar and lets his holy robe drop to the floor. You stare at his magnificent body causing him to laugh out. “The lust in your eyes is delicious” he puts his hair up in a bun, but a part of you wishes he’d let it stay down so you could run your hands through it.

You turn away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry father, I-“

He turns your face back to his and continues to kiss you. When he pulls away he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Are you ready?” 

You nod.

He lays down under you, fixes his face between your thighs and begins to eat you out as you cry out his name. 

With his hands on your ass, he forces you to move back and forth onto his face. Your ankles are tied to the same rope that binds your wrists, forcing you to stay open.

“Father!” You cry out when you feel the tip of his nose rub against you. You rock your hips back and forth on your own. 

More, you need more. That’s all you can think as his tongue explores you.

He groans against you, sending amazing vibrations through you.

“So sweet..your scent has driven me insane since you first stepped foot inside this convent..”

He groans and begins to buck his hips into his own cuffed hand.

He can’t wait to feel you around him, he can’t wait to drain you as you tremble and lose it all to him.

Suguru sucks your clit harder at the thought.

You yell out at the unexpected action and move faster.

Just then, Nanami walks in and stands at the end of the bed to watch.

“You really are trying to let God hear..”

You jump up and look at him, but Suguru digs his fingertips into your thighs to keep you still.

“Father Nanami! Please..forgive me.” You shut your eyes tightly, holding back your tears while cumming all over Suguru’s mouth.

Nanami palms himself through his jeans.

The casual look suits him very well, but you’re still embarrassed to let him see you like this.

He walks over to you, caressing your face with one hand and zipping his pants down with the other. “Shhh..open your mouth and all will be forgiven.” 

He rubs his thumb along your bottom lip, gently pushing downward.

You do as he says, doing your best to fit all of him into your mouth. Laying your tongue out underneath it, you push forward and taste the saltiness from the precum leaking out.

Suguru kneels beside you on the bed and watches.

“Yes, good girl, you follow instructions so well.” Nanami removes his collar and shirt now too.

You choke slightly after feeling him hit the back of your throat, but you keep going, bobbing slowly as your spit builds.

Suguru now licks your nipples, eventually biting into one and sucking your blood once more. You groan from the pain, sending vibrations onto Nanami who grunts and curses. 

He puts a hand to the back of your head and begins to thrust into you. Tears prick the ends of your eyes, you can barely breathe. If your hands were free, you’d use them to cover a few inches. If you could talk, you’d tell him to be gentler on you. But you take it all, knowing that you’d be forgiven if you bring both men satisfaction.

You moan as you feel your throat become raw.

“She’s being such a good girl..” Suguru smiles wickedly before licking up the blood around your wound.

Nanami finally releases along the bottom of your throat, choking you as tears fall onto your cheeks and your eyes become red.  You wish he’d tell you you were a good girl, but the stoic man simply says “Swallow.” And looks down on you through laser eyes.

You do as he says, swallowing every drop and hoping that it will somehow purify your soul like holy water or wine.

He pulls out. “Ahh good girl..” he finally smiles, using his thumb to collect the spit that escaped and putting it back into your mouth. Suguru kisses you to taste yourself as well as Nanami. Nanami caresses his hair and your head as well.

“Am I forgiven, father?” You look up at him with wide eyes.

He looks down at your breasts and neck, aching to bite into you so he can grow hard again.

Suguru then kneels in front of you and begins to cup his hand around his member. The tip is red and dripping with precum, you stare but Nanami grabs your hair to pull your neck back.

“There’s so much greed and lust in your eyes, you’ll have to do much more than that to gain forgiveness.”

He pushes you down so you now face Suguru’s member. 

“Open that filthy mouth of yours again.”

Nanami kneels on the bed behind you and begins to eat you out.

His tongue is lighter than Suguru’s, just applying kitten licks, but that somehow makes it hotter. You can’t help but move more in an effort to get closer to his lips.

Meanwhile, Suguru’s head falls back as you take him into your mouth. 

He isn’t as patient as Nanami thrusts into you while groaning, causing a yelp to escape you. Your throat, still raw and irritated from being pounded into by Nanami, still closes around him well. He whimpers and places his hand onto the back of your head.

Nanami adds his fingers to open you up more and you throw your head back. “Father!”

“So wet and pretty..this tight pussy of yours needs to be made ready.” 

He pushes in and out faster. You pull away from Suguru as Nanami’s fingers stretch you out.

“Slower, Father..please!”

“Focus on me, Y/n. It’s my forgiveness you should be seeking.” Suguru takes your chin in his hand and forces you to look back at him.

Nanami bites into your thigh, sucking harder and faster. You’re shocked to see that Nanami is the same as Suguru, but your focus shifts to the amazing feeling of being sucked from the area closest to your opening.

You quiver and clench around his fingers before moving up and down on them on your own.

Your moans send vibrations onto Suguru, and combined with the sight of your ass being up, he quickly cums in your mouth, leaving you a crying mess as he forces your head down. You choke while feeling the strings hit the very back of your throat once again.

You cum along with him, Nanami continuously pressing into a sweet spot. It feels too good to explain, but you know you’re too sensitive for more.

When he pulls out, you flick your head back to Nanami who continues to finger you.

“Father! I can't take any more.” You beg Nanami to leave your aching opening be.

You collapse into the bed and pant. Suguru laughs 

“We’re just getting started sweetheart. You’re ours tonight, then you’ll be God’s forever.” He says as he ties a collar around your neck. He then unties the rope around your legs. He hands the leash to Nanami who sits against the headboard. He tugs you back, wasting no time to grab your thighs and spread you apart over his lap. 

He forces you down onto him as you face Suguru. Suguru smiles again then flicks a thumb against your nipple.

In one move Nanami starts to enter you, causing you to squeal and attempt to run from the penetrative object , but he is just too strong. 

“You know it’s her first time, be gentle, Father.” Suguru chuckles.

Nanami tugs your collar hard, “how could I forget? This pussy is reserved for God, isn’t it? the blood will be even sweeter if I go harder, don’t you think?”

“Hmm only one way to find out.”

Nanami pulls you down hard, burying everything inside you at once. You lift yourself up while in tears, but he grabs you again.

“Where are you going? You have work to do..take me in as you take God into your heart.” He smirks. “This is the Godly dick you’ve been craving, isn’t it?”

“T-too much, Father Nanami, I can’t take it.” Heated skin against heated skin, fingertips digging into your skin to leave a permanent impression and the way you can’t stop dripping for them, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You should feel shame, but you don’t.

“Tsk tsk..you need to prove yourself worthy, Sister Y/n..need I remind you of why?”

You shake your head, tears leaving your eyes as you are stretched out. “It’s my first time, father, I do not know-“

“Just relax and move..”

His hands are stable on the inside of both knees. He begins to bring you up and down onto him. “Yes..just like that.”

You’re wide open for Suguru to see, with just rope around your body. You should feel embarrassed, but there’s something building in the depths of your stomach.

Suguru looks you up and down and sucks your neck as you move. His large hands rest inside your knees to help you move up and down. 

Nanami’s hand reaches around your waist, his fingertips part your folds and rub circles into your clit. 

It feels amazing, you moan louder and bounce faster. “Father! I’m..I’m going to—“

“Yes, sweetheart, cum for me…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you want to stay still as you feel your climax rush over you, but Nanami continues to thrust into you.

Suguru releases and begins to touch himself again. “Ahh you taste so good.”

“Does she? Let me try.” Nanami pulls your collar, forcing your neck backwards. He bites in hard, still bringing you up and down on his member.

You whimper at the feeling, but shake soon after, cumming twice with just a few seconds between. You feel dizzy, you might pass out. But you also don’t want the men to stop. 

Nanami keeps moving as you cry out, your head falling back even more.

You move faster to get his orgasm, he pushes you forward once he's done sucking, kneeling behind you to rail you from behind.

You feel the collar tighten as he pushes harder, forcing your face down into the bed.

“You should feel shame for cumming before me, the holiest servant of God, what makes you think you are higher than me?”

He pushes even harder, making you cry out loudly. “I’m so sorry, father! I didn’t mean to!” You turn your face to the side to breathe.

Nanami spanks your ass hard, causing a breath to leave you and you clench around him.

“All the more reason for this exorcism to take all night, isn’t that right Y/n?” Suguru looks at your strained arms, feeling himself grow unbearably hard with your sweet blood still on his tongue.

“Yes, father, I will do whatever you wish me to!”

Nanami pulls the collar and spanks your ass again. You grunt and close your eyes, you can’t stop clenching around him.

“More father..please, I deserve this.”

A snicker escapes him and spanks you repeatedly as he fucks into you hard, leaving you gasping for air with each thrust.

Suguru kneels beside him and watches while touching himself.

“I’m going to cum inside you, if you let a drop escape, you will have disappointed God. Do you understand?”

You nod. “Yes father. I will keep you in.” You squeal.

He holds your warm ass onto his pelvis as he cums deep inside you.

“Fuck..so fucking good.” Nanami curses while listening to your whimpers.

He then pulls out and leans down to make out with you. You’re enraptured by his aggressive kiss, it’s as if he wants to take every breath out of you.

Suguru licks up the blood that trickles down your leg and moans. “You were right, Nanami. It’s sweeter than the apples and berries outside.”

Nanami pulls away, watching the string of spit that connected your lips drop onto your chin.

“Then she’s ready for you. You’re welcome.”

Suguru laughs then wastes no more time to enter you.

“Suguru!” You cry out, hoping that he’d give you a moment to recover, but he only laughs harder.

“Come on, Y/n, you’re supposed to be ready for me.”

You cry into the sheets, but Nanami lays under you. He hugs your upper body tightly as Suguru fucks you just as hard as he did.  

He sucks your neck, his fangs digging into another vein to pull out your impurities.

Your opening is silky and easy to move in, so it doesn’t take long for Suguru to cum again. 

“Ah-ah…father!” You climax with him, seeing stars while Nanami drains you.

Suguru pushes everything inside you as well, cursing as he watches you clench around nothing and shake. 

Nanami slides out from under you and leaves the bed. You pant and roll over onto your back, hoping that you’d finally be forgiven and welcome into the convent after tonight.

Suguru unties your rope, allowing your body to be free.

However, he can’t get enough of your blood, sucking your wrist while you gather your sanity.

Nanami then pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jeans pocket. He sits 

 on the bed with his back on the headboard.

“Ride my thigh, sweetheart.” 

You shakily get on your knees and put your hands together in a prayer position.

“Father..please grant me forgiveness..”

He blows smoke into the air and smiles. “It wasn’t a question. Come over here.”

You do as he says, crawling over his impressively muscular thigh and grinding against it. He watches you through half lidded eyes and the sight makes you clench. Something about his disheveled blonde hair and the cigarettes he presses in between his swollen peachy lips makes it all hotter.

Suguru lays down beside him and smokes his cigarette as well. “Look at her, a whore that thinks she will be absolved of her sins.” Suguru chuckles.

“In all my 300-something years of life I’ve never pitied anyone more.” Nanami takes a drag.

You continue to move back and forth, but a sense of worry crosses you. “Father..I..what must I do?” You whine.

Nanami looks down at his hard member, having grown quickly since drinking your blood. 

You hurriedly move over it and grasp it in your hands. You may have grabbed it a little too hard as Nanami grunts. “Careful, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You carefully align it with your opening, but you’re too nervous to bring it any closer.

Nanami hands the cigarette to Suguru. He swats your hand away and grabs your waist, pulling you onto him with ease. You whimper, trembling as you adjust to his large size once more.

Your hands find his broad shoulders. 

You begin to bounce slowly. “Is it good, sir? Can you forgive me?” It’s a genuine question but you can’t help but feel ridiculous after hearing the desperation in your tone.

Nanami’s eyes are focused on the way your bitten breasts move. Your velvety pussy glides onto him easily, but he needs more. More of your blood, more of your essence.

He flips you over onto your back and sucks your right breast as he fucks into you hard, moving the entire bed as you squeal. 

“Too big!” You cry out after his animalistic move. He pounds into you without hesitation. Not caring if anyone heard the lewd sounds created by his thighs hitting yours, or the creaking bed hitting the wall repeatedly. The rush of your blood flowing from your tender breast and into his mouth as well as the sight of the muscular man in between your bender, sweaty legs makes you quiver.

“Now this!” thrust “..is how you take dick, Sister Y/n.” He smirks, pounding hard again. 

“Oh God!” Your head falls back as you are stretched out. It’s painful, but you cannot escape Nanami. He sucks your breast and places one hand around your throat. 

Your nails dig into his back as he drives you crazy. 

“Yes, Y/n, tell God how good your sins feel.” He pushes harder. 

You shake your head. “It is wrong to feel this good while sinning.” Your tears flow in a steady stream, you feel as though he may just rip you in two.

“Says who?” He grins wickedly. 

Your mouth falls open, you don’t know what to believe anymore.

He stops moving, you look down with furrowed brows. “Do you want me to stop, Y/n?” The corner of his lip tilts up slightly as he already knows your answer.

“No-no, Father, please contin- Ah!”

Before you can even finish, he’s back inside your depths again, molding your pussy around him like he will forever own it.

“Open your mouth wider Y/n..” Suguru takes the cigarette out of his mouth and kneels beside your head, pushing his member into your mouth.

He enters your mouth, thrusting in just as deep as he did before. You gag and Nanami smiles. “I much rather hear you gagging like this.”

Suguru smokes nonchalantly as you are ruined by both of them. You feel open and raw, your mind is mush and you are beyond sensitive. Your hips hurt from being open and your arms hurt from being bound before, but somehow you feel amazing.

They both watch you lose your innocence, your purity, and are happy to be at the center of it all. The sorrowful look on your face as you do anything for forgiveness, your eyes wet with tears and your mouth open, chin covered in a mix of spit and their cum drives them both crazy. There is nothing on your mind except how to please them and yourself.

“Cum with me, let us enjoy this moment together.” Nanami squeezes his hand around your throat then rubs your clit with his fingertips again and you both cum. 

Your voice becomes hoarse from yelling out their names all night. You press onto his abs as your eyes roll. Suguru pulls out to watch your wet lips overflow with a mixture of cum and spit.

“You fucked her stupid, Nanami.” Suguru giggles.

Nanami pulls out of you quickly before taking the cigarette from him.

“She’s even cuter now, isn’t she, Suguru?”

He sits back and watches as Suguru flips you over and grabs your leash, pulling your neck back as he fucks you from behind like a wild animal, moving so fast, all you feel is a vibration against your sweet spot.

“Mhmm our cute slut..don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you. Just keep gripping me..fuck..that’s my girl.”

He pushes in and pulls out completely, watching as his dick drips with so much slick.

Nanami blows smoke out and leans back. “Ask the slut a few questions, see if she even knows her own name.”

Suguru pushes back in. 

“Think you can just dream of these things and be forgiven, sweetheart?”

“Yes, father.” You grip the sheets beside your head, feeling as though you may lose consciousness at any moment. But the way Suguru makes you feel is too good to miss. You hope you can climax with him just one more time. Your body needs him, your pussy needs him.

“How badly do you want to be forgiven, will you please us all night long, is this pussy ours?”

“Yes, father.”

“You’re good at obeying, aren’t you?”

“Yes..father.”

“If you keep yourself from cumming, you’ll be forgiven, how does that sound?”

Your eyes widen, you look back at him and shake your head. “Sir..I don’t know if I can-“

He thrusts harder and pulls back.

“What was that?”

He leans over you, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head.

“Obey..me..Y/n..or spend an eternity in hell.”

“Yes..father I will obey you!”

And this would’ve been possible had his fingers not been playing with your clit, you’re in tears as you try to hold back.

You feel his sweaty abs flex against your back, you hear his low and loud groans.

His hot breath fans the back of your neck.

You can’t possibly hold back.

Then, he bites into you, sucking your neck, drawing out blood to cause even more pleasure. “Father! Please! No more! If you do, I’ll-“

He moves his fingertips faster. 

You cum and shake, unable to hold yourself back. Suguru laughs and cums as well, holding your ass fast against his hips.

“Ahh I guess we’ll just have to keep going until she proves she is worthy of forgiveness, Father Suguru.” Nanami smiles.

Suguru falls back onto the pillow while Nanami drags you by the waist and down into the bed beside him.

You hang your head low in embarrassment. 

“Why so sad Y/n? We’ve got all night to absolve your sins.” Nanami says as he enters your sopping entrance once more. Suguru lights another cigarette and blows the smoke into your face before kissing you and fondling your breasts.

“Fa-“

“Huh?” He thrusts into you from behind. “Can’t hear you..”

“Father-“ you go weak, your eyes closing tightly as you are overstimulated.

Nanami holds you close, thrusting into your weak body while he chases another high.

“Yeah..sound it out, baby.” He chuckles lowly into your ear.

He bites into your shoulder, not caring just how much blood they’ve taken from you tonight, only caring for the euphoric feeling that comes from it. Blood rushes into his mouth and straight to his dick every time, the ecstatic feeling is just as good..maybe even better than an orgasm.

He moves his fingers onto your clit and you let out a high pitched moan.

You cum again with him, this time ruining the sheets, but he only touches your chin covered in drool. 

“Good girl..”

Suguru drags you back over his lap, “Move pretty girl..don’t disappoint God..again.”

He angles you over his dick and slides you down.

You move up and down onto him despite being so tired you might pass out.

Suguru only drags a smoke and hands it to Nanami as they both watch your tired body bounce, your fucked out face, swollen breasts and neck riddled with bite marks.

“Tell us how good it feels.”

“So good..father.” Your hands run down his chest, caressing the soft bricks under his skin. 

“Is that why you can’t stop cumming like a slut?”

“Yes father.” Your head falls back, you move faster, the building in the pit of your stomach grows.

“Are you gonna cum again for me?”

“Yes father”

“Beg for it.”

“Let me cum with you father!”

“Why?”

“I wish to rid myself of sin with you.” 

He can’t help but laugh.

“Please father, I need you.”

“Of course, Y/n.” He grabs your wrist, sucking hard while still watching your breasts move.

You both climax hard, shaking while still being attached.

You lay down in between them, feeling Suguru’s lips on yours and his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as you squirm from the oversensitivity. 

You try to close your legs but Nanami forces them apart by placing them on the outside of his strong hands. 

“Tell God how good you feel.” Nanami bites into your thigh and sucks as Suguru bites into your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “So good..” The combination of the two along with Suguru’s long fingers makes you cum so hard you black out.

——

[The Next Morning]

You’re back in your room with your nightgown on.

“What happened..was it real?” You rub your eyes and turn to sit on the edge of your bed.

You feel your body, but don’t feel any bite marks. You don’t feel any difference in your private area either.

“Oh..it was just a dream.” You hang your head low and look to the floor, you then see two feet as someone stands just in front of you. Your head flicks up. “Sister Khadija?” 

She wears her nightgown and displays a sad expression. She was the same one who pointed outside that one night, but you never did see her again.

“I told you..” she points outside the window again. You turn to look, “told me what?”

You turn back to her, but she is gone again.

You get up and look outside the window, trying hard to see what she is pointing to. The cemetery that you always prayed over before going to sleep looked the same as always, except..there was a freshly dug grave.

You run outside and decide to look at the headstones and sure enough, the names of the two Sisters you met are there. 

Nancy and Khadija. 

They've been dead..for 5 years. 

“No..no this can’t be true.”

You stumble back, tripping over a pile of dirt and falling to the ground. When you look at the headstone behind you that the dirt has been dug from, you see your name.

Khadija appears. “Sister Y/n..they killed you, just as they killed us and now you are here forever..” she tears up as she watches you cry.

“No..no that can’t be true, they helped me purify my soul, I am good, I am worthy now.”

She shakes her head. “Sister Y/n..a night with the devil will not absolve you of your sins…you know this..”

You look to the ground.

“But..but why did they-“

“No, Sister, the question is why did you?”

Suguru and Nanami fed on your body until you dried out, leaving you for dead, and now..this is your hell.

[motorvehiclecollision]

Im so normal. Im like sooo normal. Im so fucking normal. I couldnt get normaler. Normal people wish they had what I had... which is to say normal. Im so normal that when I inhale I also exhale. Im so normal that I enjoy things like music and images. 

[nr1chaedickrider]

???

i got this idea MONTHS ago, i got finally motivation to continue this small drabble, read on your own risk, toxic!namochaeng (chae is kinda the nice one in this?), innocent!reader, idk if what happens here is 100% consentual, thigh riding, exhibitionism,use of drugs (im not an expert on this topic so dont cry if this is unrealistic) stay away from drugs pookies and also maybe this is the only time ill write something like this idk idk! im experimenting with my writing style

It was stupid, it is stupid.

Maybe you're just stupid for listening to Chaeyoung when she said "Come visit us in our apartment, I got something we can use. Unless you're scared."

And actually, the goal was just to make new friends at the university, but you didn't think you'd be standing in front of the door of an apartment that's quite far away from the university. A pungent smell hits your nose and you frown. Should you really be here? Was it really a good idea to be standing in front of an old apartment at 11 pm where three women you hardly know live?

But you can no longer think about it as Nayeon opens the door for you, a grin on her lips.

She yells through the apartment,

"Chaeyoung! She really came!" Nayeon lets out a giggle, the only thing you can make out is Momo in the background, you think that's her name, giving Chaeyoung $20.

"We made a bet, looks like she's about $40 richer now," Nayeon says, pulling you inside before slamming the door. She runs to Chaeyoung and gives her $20 too, you think you've never seen her so happy.

"Do you want to join us too? Or would you rather stand there?" she says and laughs, Momo laughs too, Nayeon takes a sip from her beer. You shake your head and walk over to Chaeyoung and sit down on the floor. Now it really hits you.

A joint, four lines of cocaine, and a few cans of beer are on the table.

"Oh," is your only reaction as you stare at the substances.

"I'm Momo, we're not in the same class but I study sports," she says, an actually nice smile on her lips.

"You already know Nayeon, you two have English together right?" Chaeyoung asks, you nod and Nayeon immediately starts laughing out loud.

"Don't be shy dear..." she holds the joint to her lips and slowly takes a drag, she exhales and a small cloud of smoke forms. She looks at you and holds the joint out for you to take a drag.

"Ehm... I-"

"Are you telling me you've never smoked a joint before?" Chaeyoung asks as she looks at you both, Momo just quietly sips her beer. You nod and look at the floor, Chaeyoung laughs a little, but then pulls you onto her lap and takes the joint.

"I can show you," she says, and at that moment it feels like she's the normal nice girl from your art class who you might have a little crush on. You nod.

"I'm going to take a drag and blow the smoke towards you, you inhale it, okay?" You nod again.

You watch as her plump lips touch the joint, she takes a puff, and as announced, she blows it towards you, you inhale it and cough, Nayeon pats your back to help, Momo comes closer.

Only now do you realize what the situation is actually like, you on Chaeyoung's lap, on her bare legs because she's only wearing shorts, Nayeon so close to your right, Momo to your left. You feel yourself blush and everyone starts laughing at the sight of you being so confused.

"Try it yourself now..." Chaeyoung says and hands you the joint, you look at her, then at the small joint between your fingers.

"I don't know..." you say and look away, Nayeon grabs your chin, but somehow so gently. She lifts it up so that you're forced to look atleast to one of them. Your eyes fall on Chaeyoung. Nayeon comes closer and whispers in your ear,

"You don't want to let us down, do you? We're your friends." she whispers, but loud enough for Momo and Chaeyoung to hear, both grinning and nodding.

"She's right, we don't want anything bad for you, a little fun never hurt anyone" Momo says, you look to the cocaine on the coffee table.

"What about this...?" you ask, Chaeyoung laughs.

"I don't know if we'll get to that today" she says, you nod slowly.

You take the joint between your fingers and bring it to your lips, slowly taking a drag, your eyes water slightly and you have to start coughing as little puffs of smoke come out. Nayeon caresses your back, Chaeyoung your thighs, her cold hands on your warm body sends a shiver down your spine.

"Well done," she says, you feel yourself getting a little dizzy, but you try to ignore it.

"See, it wasn't that hard," says Momo, taking the joint out of your hand as she takes the last puff.

You suddenly feel a finger on your skirt, you look at Chaeyoung and see her smile, again the one she usually only showed in class when you were working together. You smile slightly too as you relax (you're not sure though if its because of the smoking or because you feel safe..),

Nayeon's hands are on your waist, she moves you back and forth on Chaeyoung's lap, you hold a hand in front of your mouth to keep your voice down, Momo starts kissing your neck, her lips moist and soft.

"Don't hide your moans, pretty girl.." Chaeyoung says, taking your hand away, she lets you hold it as she tenses up her thigh, adding extra stimulation.

Momo's hands move down to play with your tits through your thin shirt, your nipples getting hard immideatly, making Momo let out a breathy chuckle.

Nayeon keeps her attention to rocking your hips back and forth on Chaeyoung's thigh.

"You're doing so good" Chaeyoung says as she watches you, the praise making your head even fuzzier than it already is.

You feel your body going a little limp, hoping that is normal while smoking. You moan quietly while holding onto Chaeyoung's hand, your body twitching when your clit hits her thigh in a certain angle.

"Are you close baby?" Nayeon asks, you nod as your grip on Chaeyoung's hand gets tighter, making her giggle a little. Nayeon begins to move you faster, like a little toy with no ability to move on its own.

You bite your lower lip as your moans get louder and you feel yourself getting closer, Momo praising you as she pinches your nipple and kisses your neck, biting it a little to leave marks.

"I'm-" you start saying uncohorent things as you cum onto Chaeyoung's thigh. Twitching and gripping her hand until you slowly stop moving and fall down on her chest, passing out immideatly.

"We should've been friends earlier.." she says and the other girls agree with a smirk, looking at the untouched cocaine.

[shewritesforpoc]

f a d e d f u c k|| mdni!

black!stonergf!reader x inexperiencedbf!yeonjun

warnings : s m u t , smoking, mentions of being high, high sex, p i v , unprotected sex , use of weed, use of petnames, mentions of food, lazyish sex, female bodied reader, switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, semi-public sex (youre in the backyard)

synopsis : you give yeonjun his first blunt . his reaction isn’t what you expected for his first time.

a/n: yo, im kaisan. im a black female and i dont see too many people on here um, writing for poc. so here i am! enjoyy! story below the cut ;)

its currently 12 am. you had gotten the urge to smoke. for some reason, weed at midnight hits everytime. usually you would do it in the afternoon but youve just been feeling the vibes later at night. yeonjun knows you smoke. thats how he met you, he saw you on the corner of the street lighting one up. he thought you looked bad as hell, so he asked for your number and you guys clicked ever since. now, hes been curious. the smell, and the way you would walk into the home so chill and relaxed, eyes as red as a stop sign, he wanted to experience it for himself.

you didnt pressure him into trying it. “hey, whenever you wanna try it let me know.” those words of yours circling in his mind. he wanted to see first hand how it would feel if you let him hit it.

you always step outside, the smell of weed can be overwhelming for people who havent smoked it before. you took your wraps, put the weed in your grinder, ground it up, sprinkle some in the wrap and licked it to seal it. you lit up the blunt and began to ride the wave. you leaned back on the chair and put the blunt to your lips, before you could take a hit, yeonjun came out. you looked at him and smiled.

“you ready to ride the wave or you just wanna be out here with me?” you asked him. the weed already taking over your body. your voice became soft and low. your eyes becoming low, no matter how many times youve done it, it always feels good. “i wanna try.” he said at first, his voice low and so soft you could barely hear him. “say again?” you prompted him to repeat himself. “i wanna try it.” he said again but more bold this time. “youre ready to come to the dark side?” you giggled and looked at him. he giggled lightly too, mostly embarrassed but also it was funny.

he nodded and you sat up in your chair. “alright, since its me and you, theres a rule.” you said. he looked at you eagerly. “we gon puff puff and pass. that means hit it twice and pass it back. we do that until it’s gone. or until you dont wanna smoke no more.” you told him. he nodded his head quickly understanding the rule. you passed him the blunt and he halted for a second. “just inhale, suck in a quick breath, and exhale.” you told him. as he sucked in a breath, the smoke tickled his throat causing him to cough. you laughed because it reminded you of your first time. “you good?” you asked while laughing. he was still coughing but still managed to say he was fine.

“you still wanna hit or you wanna stop?” you asked to make sure he was okay. “can i keep smoking it?” he asked. you nodded as you handed him the blunt back after taking a hit. he hit it twice and handed it back. it kept going until it was a roach and you put it out. you looked over to your side to see yeonjun already looking at you. his eyes were low, he had a smirk on his face. normally that was the look he gave when he was about to tear you up.

“i guess the high went somewhere else.” you said smiling and looking down at his print. he also looked down and looked back at you. “i guess it did, youre also so beautiful. your skin is beautiful as the night. the sun is hitting it perfectly.” he said. you knew he was serious but you couldnt help but laugh. he couldnt tell day from night. he was truly high.

“i take that you enjoy riding the wave?” you asked as you got closer to him. “i enjoy you riding me.” you got shy instantly at his sudden boldness. hes normally shy when it comes to sex or compliments. “come on pretty girl. your thick thighs are calling my name. theyre saying they wanna be wrapped around my waist while im deep in that shit.” he said in a raspy tone. all of this is a shock to you. hes normally shy, but these words are taking you aback. its making you slip more into a submissive role.

“whats wrong baby?” he asked in a teasing tone. he knows that his words are making you wet. he just wants to hear you say you want him. “nothing puppy.” you say. puppy is the word you use when hes in subspace. but it seems now that your words go in one ear and out the other. he only smiles at you. “thats cute princess. now come over here and help me out. its so hard it hurts.” he said as he smirked and lifted his hips slightly towards you. you looked at him, the urge to disobey was naturally in you. but you decided not to act on it.

you walk and sit between his legs. you look at him as you pull his pants down. hes only looking with dazed eyes. their dark with lust. you can see the high rushing through his body. it was turning you on by the second. you pull his dick out and start off slow. teasingly slow. he only smirks at you as he put his hand on your puffy hair. normally you dont let him pull on it because you dont like when people touch your 4a kinky hair. but you let it slide this time since he isnt fully aware of what he’s doing. he pushes his hips up so his dick is touching your lips. you don’t hesitate to open and deepthroat it. he hisses and his hips start to falter. he lowered his hips back on the ground and let you take control.

youre going from his tip, to his length, to cupping his balls in your hand. its making him go crazy. “fuck girl, i love it when you do it like th…that. makes me wan..na cum.” he manages to say. his head his already clouded from the weed high, the head hes getting from makes him short circuit. the weed made him more sensitive so it wasnt long before he stiffed him hips and his cum shot down your throat. “oh..ah my god princess… ah..ah…ugh~” he moaned as he kept fucking himself in your throat. soon he pulled your head away from being to sensitive.

you sat back and smiled. his dick didnt go soft either. you were already soaking due to the sounds and how sexy hes been acting since he was high. you stood up, his eyes on your every move. as you were taking off your clothes, his eyes were locked on the thick thighs in front of him. he leaned forward and kissed them. so soft and sweet. those beautiful lips of his were definitely driving you up the wall. you finished undressing and slowly lowered yourself on him. even though youve done this countless of times, his length always makes it feel like the first time.

your eyes closed as you sat fully on him. sitting still so you could get used to it. he saw your sitting still as you teasing him. so he decided to lift his hips up, filling you up way more than you already are. you took a sharp inhale as he began to slowly rock his hips upward. he was looking at you with that same sexy smirk. you started to look down, but yeonjun brought his hand up to make you look at him. “look at me when im fucking you baby.” he said as he kept pushing his hips into you. “i…..m ah~” you moaned but the way he was fucking you, you couldnt finish your sentence. “youre….what baby? hm?…ah..nng about to cum? hm~” he was mocking you.

you wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face but he was right. the way he was hitting that spot in you was driving you crazy. “oh my…god baby im gonna cum!~” you moaned out suddenly. that was all he needed to hear before he grabbed your waist with one hand and pushed himself even deeper in you. you couldnt even say anything before you came hard on his dick. it was only until after the rush where you were breathing hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “i..i cant anymore….please~” you said. you didnt even know what you were asking for. you didnt want him to stop but you didnt want him to keep going. “aw, dont worry princess…just a little bit longer.” he said.

you could tell he was already close. the way his hips kept stuttering. the way he kept throwing his head back. the way moans kept falling from his lips. so you took one of his nipples and tweaked it a bit. that always sends him over the edge. this time was no different. “baby~ babygi-ah~” he moaned as he stilled his hips in you. you felt his cum inside you, his hips shaking and falling as his cum was painting your insides. he shuddered one last time before pulling out and his dick slowly starting to soften.

maybe you should hand him the blunt more often!

©️shewritesforpoc

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

omg i wrote the other req but i feel like it was kind of a lot and i felt bad 😭 SO if you’re up for it could you do dick grayson x reader with prompt #6 from the list you had in the last one i’m such a sucker for dick taking care of me- ALSO if u don’t do requests just disregard this <3

im so happy when people send request! sadly I think I'm getting into a slump of some kind. so my writing is probably not the best and it's probably not what you had in mind. also I saw your other request and working on it, just gotta kick myself into gear. used prompts from @urfriendlywriter intimacy prompt #6

pair: dick grayson x gn!reader (let me know if I used fem pronouns) wc: 864

masterlist

it was reaching two am in blüdhaven, the streets were still bustling with the noise of honking and people loudly communicating. the billboard lights keeping the city bathed in a vibrant glow, the building lights designed as makeshift stars.

two bodies sat high in the air, legs dangling over the side of an old gothic building. the gentle breeze played with loose hair and sunk into bones through the thick kevlar material. it cooled the blood rushing to your face as you worked on evening out your breath, domino mask staring into the cloudy night.

“ready to end the night?” your male companion's voice cut through the muffled noise. he sat beside you on the ledge, two pairs of feet swinging mindlessly.

you inhaled deeply through your nostrils and exhaled from parted lips. “just give me a few minutes,” your voice almost whispered.

nightwing shuffled his body closer, his outer thigh touching yours. he knocked his foot into yours and you copied in a silent reply. “you okay?” “yeah.”

“what would you be doing if you weren’t a crime fighter? what would your dream life look like?” an abrupt question seeping into your mind and spilling from your chapped lips.

hidden eyes moved away from the night sky to your partner. he was slightly hunched forward with his hands clasped in his lap, midnight black hair falling over his forehead with the tips poking around his eyes. he was biting into his bottom lip with a heavy silence hovering over him.

you weren’t sure what route would be best, backtracking to throw your words away or push forward to see if it would help him feel comfortable. the latter won out, so with nightwing’s tense body and shut mouth you turned back to the sky.

“i think if i didn’t end up here, none of the bad things ruined my life…i’d like to think i’d be living a super boring and normal life.” another glance at your companion, his head now looking at you with a slight crease to his forehead showing that he was raising his brows.

you shrugged, “i know it doesn’t seem like something i would want, but before…everything, i’ve never been in a fight. i kept to myself and followed the rules. kinda wish i could go back to being swallowed by the crowd.” chin tucked to your chest as you picked at the fabric on your thigh.

a beat or two passed. you worried that nightwing would look at you differently, probably think differently with just those few sentences. you were about to speak again when his deep voice caused your mouth to snap shut.

“when i was younger my family was part of a traveling circus. i like to think we’d still be a part of that small family we found with each other.”

your head moved up and you turned to see nightwing already looking at you. there was a faint quirk to his full lips as he said, “but i’m pretty happy where i’m at right now.” 

and you couldn’t help that your mouth parted at his words, the implications as he was staring at you. nightwing pushed himself off the ledge and back onto the rooftop, you twisted to the left as he held a waiting hand out. his middle and ring fingers covered in blue made them stand out against the black.

“time to wrap the night up.” an angelic and smooth tone. his voice caused a shiver to rush up your spine. or the bitter wind. yeah, the wind.

swinging your right leg over to straddle the ledge as you happily took nightwing’s offered hand. his touch was warm and firm as you turned completely and your feet were back on solid ground. you tilted your head up to lock eyes with nightwing’s tall frame, peeks of his forehead showing due to the wind blowing past. he squeezed your hand and you realized neither of you let go. it caused another shiver to run freely.

“hey, you're shivering.” he pointed out and it made your face feel warm thinking he thought it was due to him. which it wasn't…

but nightwing just pulled you in close, his hand released from yours so he could wrap both his long and thick arms over your shoulders. then he started to rub his palms up and down your back, it made you melt and your lids flutter.

slowly and awkwardly you moved your arms into action and held onto the male’s waist tightly, your face pushing into his chest. neither of you said anything, acting like this sort of comfort and actions were part of your regular ‘hangouts’. but neither of you took a step to break away. you felt his chin dig into your scalp, tiny back-and-forth movements, his hands not stopping either.

“this is nice.” confessing just a sliver of your actual thoughts at the moment.

nightwing’s hum buzzed on your crown and then he simply stated, “we should do this more often.” and it lit a fire of wishing in your heart. you nuzzled further into his suit, burrowing into his natural body heat.

a dreamy smile tugged at your lips, “definitely should.”

-

[silkbab3y]

[ Therapy ] Teo x Rosie

Based on this song [Therapy by Magic City Hippied feat Tim Atlas](https://open.spotify.com/track/46IKdGs9GbDfbKBhiTwB3i?si=0bWUx91rQ6iDCopMupNmsQ)

Prompt: Teo and Rosie head back from dinner with his parents. It’s a late night drive from the city to Corland bay.

Teo belongs to @14dayswithyou

Cw: drug use/little bit of weed nothing crazy

Was it the glow

In your eyes for me

Rosie felt the breeze brush through her hair, her hand pushing back the strands that flew over her face. The night was chilly, silent, peaceful. Her seat reclined back just a bit, her knees pressed up against the dashboard. Rosie almost felt as if she’d fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes for a second too long.

Honey you shook

My family tree

To her side in the driver seat was none other than Teo, eyes focused on the road, one hand on the wheel the other on her thigh. She shifts a bit, chocolate eyes trailing his concentrated form, watched as he brought his hand on her thigh to the wheel so that the other could bring the blunt to his lips. The smell of weed normally hurt her senses, made her nose scrunch and head turn. But she keeps her head still, eyes focused before taking in a deep breath.

When you love

You lose a piece

“I can hold it for you,” Rosie offers, resting her head back against her seat, droopy eyes blinking slowly. She doesn’t even wait for a response with her hand already reaching over, slender fingers brushing against thicker ones. Plucking the blunt from his fingers, watching him inhale and exhale. Smoke fill the area around him like a bubble, dissipating into the air, and Rosie can’t help but stare. Finally breaking her gaze from him, she looks out the window again as she takes her own drag.

She being the sun

She being the sun to me

They had just got back from dinner with his folks at some 3 star Michelin restaurant— hence the silence. Acting as his fake girlfriend, putting up a facade, Teo was probably exhausted. Rosie too, always the anxious one when it came to meeting parents. Except Rosie wasn’t sure if the man sitting beside her also felt… satisfied? A fake relationship, a facade for the sake of appearance— yet it felt… nice. Rosie would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to be real.

I need therapy

Want to get you off your feet

Swallowing, Rosie turns her head back over to him, waiting for a response, anything. But it’s quiet— too quiet for their own likings, Rosie knew this. “Did I do good?” She questions, putting on her best smile, eyes squinting a bit in amusement. She’s happy to see Teo’s lips quirk.

“Mhm,” A simple noise of acknowledgement, yet it was enough to make Rosie feel so accomplished. She watches as Teo glances her way before back at the road. It’s enough to let her know what he was saying. Rosie didn’t need him to say anything to know— sitting up straight in her seat before bringing the blunt to his lips.

I need therapy

So tenderly

She could watch him all day and night if she could, though Rosie knew it was a bit creepy to. Her tongue darts out across her lips to wet them, eyes flickering to his lips as they wrap around the end before gently sucking in. Pulling the blunt away, he repeats the motion from before— breathe in, breathe out.

“You did good.” Her heart skipped a beat, her lips twitching as she forced back a dumb grin. “Yeah I did,” she almost chokes out, giggling. “What can I say, im talented like that.”

“Very.” Her smile is more sheepish, Rosie still leaning over the middle compartment. “I think I deserve an award,” this elicits a snort from Teo, the man raising an eyebrow.

“Why?” “Uh? Cause I totally played my part, duh.” “Uh huh.” They bathed in Corland Bay’s faint lights lining the boardwalks now that they were back from the city.

I need therapy

She bring the sun

She bring the sun to me

“Well?” “I already bought you a birkins just yesterday.” “Im not talking about buying me something.” Rosie was now huffing a little, wondering if this man wasn’t picking up her signal. She takes another drag before offering him a hit, still holding it between her perfectly manicured fingers.

“What, you want a date?” To date, but not what she was asking as of now.

“You’re so slow,” Rosie bites back a groan of frustration. She knew he was playing at this point, her eyebrows furrowed a bit— but there was no heat to her words.

Could you repair

What’s left of me

The music finally became noticeable to Rosie when they both fall into silence again.

“Teo.” “Rosie.”

She pushes herself more over the middle compartment, watching him inhale the smoke. They were at a red light, the Tesla slowing into a stop. Rosie can smell the expensive cologne still clinging onto him, and she just hope she still smelt like hibiscuses.

Her hand moves to his cheek, careful of the blunt as she turns his head. And Rosie is grateful he complies, or she might’ve felt too scared to continue.

“This your ‘award’?” “Mm, my reward.”

I need the cure

Not a remedy

She leans in, just before he could exhale it all, pressing her lips to his. Slow paced and gentle, yet it was enough to have Rosie feel heat coil inside her stomach. Their lips part just a breath away before reconnecting, angling their heads to kiss more comfortably.

Rosie shudders almost when the touch of his hand brush against her waist before coming down to her hip, squeezing it. His other tangles into her hair, Rosie more than happy to let him push her head a bit. Their lips move in sync, the girl’s arms coming around his neck.

Im digging for a quick fix

No I’m never gonna jump ship

Because you give me a boat

When they finally pull away, green covers their figures faintly. Teo moves to continue driving, Rosie breathing out the smoke he had pushed past her lips. They’re silent again, but she’s sure they can go a few beats without talking before the other gets bored or antsy.

Stuck in a void

You’re my destiny

Rosie licks her lips again, smiling as she finally leans back into her chair, the leather suddenly hot under her.

“That good enough for a reward?” Teo’s voice draws out, that low and husky tone that always got Rosie’s head swirling. Sniffling a bit, Rosie looks back out the window with a dumb smile on her glossy lips.

“Nah.” She can hear the man snort at her response, almost amusingly.

“I’ll give you a better one when we out.”

I need therapy

“Your place or mine?”

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

ME 🤝 USING VALORS WINGS FOR EMOTIONAL EXPRESSION (im obsessed with it actually)

this is kinda short but everyone is having emotional breakdowns so its okay

#when asten is the okayest one in the room you know theres a problem

also QUIET PLACE AU IS OUT

part forty-eight

❝ HOMELESS ❞

THURSDAY — OCTOBER 20 — 6:58AM

WHEN BENTLEY WAS PULLED BACK INTO THE LAND OF THE LIVING, HE FELT LIKE HE'D BEEN RUN OVER BY A CAR.

The world faded into view slowly, and he could've sworn with less color than it typically had. His senses came back one by one -- the smell of something burnt, the sound of soft inhales and exhales somewhere close to him that weren't his, the feeling of a heavy, warm something laying over his shoulders.

He forced himself to sit up slightly. He was sitting on one of the couches that had haphazardly been shoved back into their rightful places in the dorm. His head had been pillowed on Asten's side, who was curled up against the armrest and dead asleep, his arms looped lazily around Bentley's shoulders. There was a blanket on top of them.

Bentley glanced around. There was still a pile of furniture at the door, though without the couches. The floor there was covered in blood and burn marks from Asten and Varian using their powers to hold off the intruders. 

Sitting directly across from him on the other couch was Valor. Varian and Koa were on either side of him, Varian's head resting on his lap, and Koa's on his left shoulder (muzzle still on), both of them soundly sleeping. His crimson wings were looped around them comfortably, sort of like built in blankets.

Bentley glanced over at the windows.

The sun was up.

He blinked a few times, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up more, causing Asten's arms to fall from around him. The movement caught Valor's attention -- his grey eyes flicked to Bentley, dull and unreadable, but he didn't say anything.

Bentley breathed in and out, asking softly: "What... time is it?"

Valor glanced over at the window, his eyes traveling across the broken curtain rods. "I don't know. Sun hasn't been up long. Six, seven?"

Bentley didn’t do anything more than hum in acknowledgment.

Bellamy was gone. Rockie was bad. They were trapped. The Secret Keeper was going to kill them all.

Maybe, if he’d actually killed her the first time, none of this would’ve happened, and Bentley’s roommates would be fine. If he had actually been able to finish the job, Bellamy wouldn’t be in the hands of people who were going to punish him, and Valor wouldn’t have lost his best friend, and none of them would’ve been kidnapped or tortured or scared or hurt.

As usual, it was all Bentley’s fault. Like it always was. Like everything bad always was.

He looked down at his hands, balling them into fists and flexing them, then glancing back up at the window.

This time, he really couldn’t do anything else to fix it. His terrible luck had driven him into a pit too deep for him to claw his way out of, like he normally managed, and he’d dragged a whole half-dozen roommates down with him.

“What happened?” He continued quietly, glancing over and catching Valor’s eyes again. “After I…”

Valor might’ve shrugged, if Koa wasn’t sleeping on his shoulder. “Not much. We shoved some furniture around so you guys could be comfortable. Got some food into Varian. Tried to get Koa’s muzzle off again and failed miserably,” Valor took a long look back out the window. “That’s about it. The doors completely unmovable, the windows won’t break. We are a hundred percent stuck.”

Bentley exhaled lightly, looking down at his hands.

They were trapped, with no way out, no way to contact anyone, and no superpowers.

Silently, Bentley just wrapped his arms around himself and laid back down, tucking himself into Asten’s side like he had been. The Brazilian stirred at the movement, bringing his arm back up and around Bentley’s neck in his sleep.

“You’re one brave son of a bitch, Bentley,”

Bentley glanced up at Valor, meeting his eyes with a questioning gaze.

“What?” Was the only response he could seem to come up with in the moment.

“You heard me,” 

Bentley shook his head. Brave? He wasn’t… he never was. He was actually always terrified — the complete opposite of brave.

“I’m not…” He muttered with a soft inhale, eyes drifting downward. “I just stood in the middle of the room like an idiot earlier while everybody else was trying to figure out what to do.”

Valor cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, was that before or after you infiltrated a base full of murderers and broke six different people out of it through sheer force of will? After being bedridden for an entire week?” He asked with an amused edge to his voice, raising a brow at him. “You’re so damn resilient it’s kind of scary.”

Bentley glanced down at his own hands. “It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I take one tiny blow and I can’t get off the floor for days. Physically andmentally.”

“But you know how to stand back up when the situation calls for it,” Valor replied, looking back out the window. “That’s a talent not a lot of people are lucky enough to have. Now, stop being so sad and accept the compliment. You deserve it.”

Bentley inhaled lightly, fiddling with his fingers. “Thanks…”

And then he realized:

“Wait, they shot you!” He stated suddenly, sitting up again. “Did anyone-“

“Don’t worry about me, Bentley. You’ve done enough of that already,” Valor replied softly, though the crimson on his wings that was also splayed across his jumpsuit and couch told Bentley that no, no one had tended to them.

“I’ll be fine,” He continued, smiling a tight-lipped, fake looking smile. “Rest.”

“Valor-“

“Bentley, it’s okay. Just rest, alright?” He said, glancing at both Varian and Koa where they were sleeping. “I can’t exactly move right now anyways.”

Bentley, with a soft sigh, forced himself to lay back down, tugging Asten’s arm back over himself gently.

He listened to all four of his roommates pulses until he fell asleep again, trying really hard not to think about the two heartbeats that were missing.

—

Bentley hummed sleepily when Asten moved next to him.

“Sorry, B. Go back to sleep,” He mumbled softly. Bentley was laying on the warm couch cushions now, the blanket that had been over the both of them now only draped over his shoulders. He felt Asten’s hand smooth over his hair once as he spoke, threatening to send him directly back into a peaceful slumber, but he fought it in favor of peeling his eyes open.

He wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but the sun was still up. Valor was gone, and his bedroom door closed, leaving Varian and Koa sleeping sprawled on the couch opposite him.

Bentley pushed himself until he was sitting up, rubbing at his eyes with one of his hands. “How are you feeling now?”

“You’ve been awake for three seconds and you’re already checking on me,” Asten snickered, apparently abandoning whatever he’d been getting up to do, because he sat back on the couch next to him. His green eyes were dull in a way Bentley hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “Better. Not freezing anymore. What about you?”

Bentley shrugged, glancing down at his hands. “Less exhausted… in some ways. And more in others, I guess…”

Asten smiled a little split second grin full of pity and something sad. It didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s not your fault, y’know…”

Bentley turned his head away, glancing over at the pile of furniture near the door just to keep from meeting Asten’s eyes. If he did, he just knew he’d start crying, and he had done quite enough of that recently.

“Okay,” Was what he said. He didn’t know what else to say.

Asten’s hand found his back and rubbed it lightly, and Bentley clenched his jaw, forcing himself to think about anything else.

Then, luckily, a muted voice came from behind Valor’s door: “Ah, shit.”

Bentley glanced up at it, then over at Asten, who was looking at the door, too.

Distractions — perfect.

Bentley pushed himself onto his feet before Asten even had the chance, striding across the room to the bedroom door. Without thinking twice, he lifted his hand and knocked lightly, desperate to get away from whatever cold and mean thing was trying to weasel its way into his head and make him into the same little unmovable puddle of despair he had been earlier.

“Come in,”

Bentley slowly pushed the door open.

The bunk beds had been haphazardly shoved back into the room, though not exactly in the same place they were before. Valor was standing next to the bathroom door with his back to Bentley. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats now, his hair and wings a little wet like he’d recently showered. 

The feathers were now tinted slightly pink instead of full-blown crimson like they had been. Bentley could see several places where feathers had been mangled and lost among the platinum — it looked like Valor was finally doing a mediocre job at dealing with the gunshots. He had first aid stuff spread across the counter, and the sink was full of bloody toilet paper.

Bentley stepped inside and closed the door softly, suddenly unsure of what to say.

“Hey — will you come spray this on here?” Valor questioned, holding a spray bottle in Bentley’s direction with a funny brand name on the front.  

Bentley, relieved that he didn’t have to come up with what to say, walked over to him, taking the bottle out of his hands it looked to be some type of antibiotic. (Bentley had never even thought about spraying medicine on wings. But he guessed it was kinda hard to put bandaids and bandages on them.)

“I can’t reach the back of my wings,” He continued, turning so his wings were facing him.

Bentley, with a shrug, just took a minute to spray whatever medicine spray across the back of Valor’s wings, being sure to do a little more where the feathers were gone.

Valor twitched a few times (because maybe it burned, Bentley guessed?) but neither of them ever spoke.

He exhaled heavily once he was fairly sure he’d done a good job. “Okay.”

Valor turned on his heel, taking the bottle from his hands with a quick: “Thanks.”

And they didn’t say anything else.

Bentley stayed quiet as Valor went back into their bathroom, putting away several first aid products and supplies he had sitting around the counter and sink. He seemed more… Bentley didn’t know. Fumbly than usual? He dropped a couple things while he was cleaning up and it was only after he’d been in the bedroom for a few minutes that he realized Valor wasn’t really looking at him, either.

Bentley tapped his hands on his pants. “Valor?”

“Hm?” He was quick to hum, still shoving stuff under their sink. The mirror was still broken, and it might not have bothered Bentley so much if it weren’t Rockie who’d broken it.

He sighed lightly, glancing down at his hands. “…Are you okay?”

Valor stood back up and closed the cabinet doors, inhaling heavily and rubbing a hand across his forehead. Then he leaned forward, resting his hands on the edges of the sink with a long exhale. “What the hell am I gonna do, Bentley?”

Bentley didn’t say anything, but watched him closely. The way his grey eyes lingered on the bowl of the sink way too closely.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go. If… when Redwood gets shut down,” He explained quietly, shaking his head. “I don’t have a family, I don’t have a home. The only other place I’ve ever actually lived was an illegal fight club.”

Bentley blinked twice, glancing down at his hands. He promptly remembered what Charlie had said, about his wings being tied. Was he forced to fight like that?

“Is the fight club… where Enzo was from?” Bentley asked softly.

Valor’s eyes flicked over to him with a sudden sense of urgency, something… different surfacing in his grey irises. His wings twitched on his back in a way that kinda made Bentley regret saying anything, tucking in and sort of curling uncomfortably around him, almost like a shield, or some attempt at comfort.

“What?” He asked, his voice eerily soft.

“I… you… were talking. When you were knocked out at the facility, you… said his name,” Bentley stammered. “…I’m sorry, I…”

Bentley trailed off, very excruciatingly and suddenly aware that he had crossed some sort of line.

Valor didn’t say anything. His gaze just sort of fell and traveled back to the bowl of the sink. Bentley stayed silent.

He just sort of stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to leave or stay, to speak or not. He never seemed to know what to do anymore.

Valor brought one of his hands up to his eyes, wiping away some wetness Bentley hadn’t seen until then, and it made him feel really bad. And he did it again, and again and again until Bentley realized that he was really just crying.

Well shit.

He hiccuped lightly, non-stop wiping the tears away in an attempt to make them leave all together. “Jesus. Sorry, Bentley.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, but took a step forward. Every single means of comfort that had ever been used on him seemed to flee from his mind at that moment, and he stood there dumbly, feeling like an absolute trash can of a human being.

Eventually, he stepped forward. “Valor…”

Valor glanced over at him with watery red-rimmed eyes, wiping every tear off before they dared fall down his face. 

Bentley outstretched his arms, one to either side, sort of diagonally. “Do this.”

Valor looked up at him with a sort of unreadable expression, still wiping at his eyes. And then he seemed to remember. “Bentley…”

“Please?”

For a moment, they both looked at each other.

Without saying anything at all, Valor grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Bentley was shocked, for a moment, but then he sank into the embrace like a sad little wet cat.

For a long time, they stayed like that. Valor was dead silent, but by the way he was trembling slightly and the slight dampness of Bentley’s right shoulder let him know that he was still crying. His wings came forward and looped around them both seemingly on their own.

“Rockie was all I had for a long time…” He muttered softly, after a while. “And now…”

“You have us,” Bentley replied, trying his best to sound like he was smiling, though he was anything but. It was taking every single ounce of willpower inside of his body not to cry, too; so much so it had been his sole focus for nearly the entire time he’d been in the bedroom.

“This is so fucked up,” Valor mumbled, his voice close to Bentley’s ear. “Once we find a way out of this dorm, I’m gonna burn this shit to the ground.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, but just sort of stood there and kinda rubbed Valor’s back.

He was right. This was so fucked up.

--

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[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X OC pt.11

WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE STORY: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

AN: Thank you for being patient while waiting for this part! It is oh so juicy and I hope the wait was worth it. The next few parts wont be as consistent but I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THE STORY WONT BE ABANDONED!! I am dedicated to finishing it but I also need to get caught up in school and draft all the rest of the story to make sure that its a good ending and will be satisfactory to all you's

The mansion was beautiful. Wood detailing lined the ceiling and warmed the dark hallway. Only the glow of the room raven was in gave me any light and a large window at the end of the hall. I walked a couple paces down the wide hall hearing a soft echo of when the heels of my boots hit the floor. I wanted to explore, but Charles’ disconnection was bothering me more than my urge to wander. I walked a few more paces wondering if I'd have to use my powers to find him. That's when I heard gasping in a room on my left. I rushed into what was a medium room with floor to ceiling windows on the far wall and empty bookshelves.There, Charles was crouched down with his arms wrapped around his legs slightly rocking back and forth on his feet. I felt that his heart beat was off the charts and I rushed over to him to make sure he wasn't hurt

“Whats wrong!?” I put my hands on his arms and he lifted his head to look at me with wide, afraid eyes only just noticing my presence. 

“It's n-nothing” He gasped out “im okay, I-ill be fine, shes alright now” Tears streaked down his face and he was inhaling and exhaling quickly and shallowly. I could feel his feelings spill back into mine as we reconnected. He knew everything would be alright with raven, he was just overwhelmed. Very overwhelmed, and uncertain and feeling intense pressure and suddenly I felt incredibly guilty for never wondering if Charles was doing ok like he had done for me. I had to fight to stop myself from freaking out too and make it up to him.

“Breathe Charles!" I said to him and kneeled down in front of him. He attempted twice to calm and slow his breathing but he only gasped in more air and it worsened. His panic only increased as he realized he couldnt get a breath in and he reached for his throat like he was choking.

The speed of his heart was making me feel woozy so I pushed him back off of his heels. He landed with his butt on the floor and his hands went behind him to catch himself from laying all the way back. His eyes flashed with even more worry. I pushed his chest until he scooted with his back against the wall. His legs sprawled out and I moved forward to straddle his lap. My hand went to his heart and I got close so that I could control his blood better. He looked at me pleading and confused. A few tears slipped from his blue eyes and he gasped in more air and wheezed as it exited his lungs. I focused on where his heart was, pounding unbearably hard, and slowed his blood gradually to get him to calm down. His hand went to press mine further into his chest, realizing what I was doing. His eyes fluttered shut and eyebrows knitted together. 

I gulped, suddenly my heart was beating quicker, and not because of his panic that was subsiding. My eyes flitted down to where my hand was on his chest with his hand over it. He hiccuped once or twice but his breathing returned to a normal pace and he let out a shaky but long exhale. 

I looked back up at him and saw that he was already staring back at me with intensity. The streaks down his cheeks shimmered in the soft light, my other hand rose and wiped the tears from his face with my thumb. His eyes searched mine carefully. The moon in the window reflected in them brightly and made them even more starry. I couldn't look away as his eyes flitted across mine, trying to read me. He let out another breath and I felt his heart rate steady completely. My hand dropped from his face but he caught it in his and held it where it rested on my leg. I swear it was so quiet, the air was still and all I could hear was us breathe slowly and quietly.

He inched forward, looking timidly between my lips and my eyes, looking for something telling him to stop. I only watched in a trance as he got closer and sat up off of the wall. I held my breath as he reached me. My hand still on his heart, and his over mine. His lips pressed against mine tenderly, tentatively, they were soft and just the slightest bit salty with his tears. I returned the emotion in my kiss. My hand moved from his heart which had picked up its pace slightly and cupped his jaw once more. His went to my back and pressed me against him. We moved slowly and carefully. He craned his neck against me yet still moved with so much gentleness. I pushed my lips further into his and relished in the feeling of his breath on my skin and our lips moving together. 

We broke apart and I let out my own breath and turned my head down, blushing too hard to look at him. He kept me close with his arm around my waist and I felt one finger slowly trace a line up and down my back. Our foreheads pressed together and my thoughts returned to how good it felt to be touched in such a gentle and kind way. If it was anyone but Charles I wouldn't trust it, this care, I would expect an ulterior motive. But I couldn't find it in me to believe Charles had any ill intent. Despite being on opposite sides of a looming war, he was holding me like I was precious to him.

He tilted my head up with his fingers on my chin and I looked up at him with a dazed look on my face. He searched my expression again, making sure I didn't seem regretful or unsure. When he didn't see anything he shifted his grip on my hand and intertwined our fingers without breaking eye contact. 

“Thank you.” He said to me earnestly

“For what?’

“Saving me, saving Raven, kissing me, god, you've done so much i am thankful for”

He whispered his accent thick and full of emotion. I smiled softly at him and my other hand fiddled with the end of his button up shirt mindlessly. 

“Thankyou for trusting me.” I said softly in response.

“I can't help it.” He said without pause. My heart skipped in my chest. Everything felt so incredibly right with the world. I hadn't felt this way I don't think ever, and my hopes of achieving this feeling had completely blinked out years ago. Actually I don't think I had ever thought this feeling was possible. Completely peaceful, my heart feeling like it was everything it should be, that I was everything I should be. Not a single thing was wrong. I did not understand how Charles had changed my mind about so many things in such a short amount of time. How could he have made me feel so whole? 

We smiled at each other for not long enough before his smile slipped slightly and he furrowed his eyebrows ever so subtly.

“Whats wrong?” I asked. Suddenly the feeling threatened to go and I wanted to do everything possible to prevent that

“How did Shaw find out? About our meeting?” he said carefully eyes still wide and searching.

“...He found someone, a man, who told him”

“Hmm” Charles looked away. He knew, he knew that it had not been that simple but he wasn't forcing it out of me. Yet the worry of losing this precious moment to a rotten end had me scrambling to fix things.

“Well, we had to torture him… I… I had to torture him. But I had no idea that it was about you, I thought… well I didn't know what Shaw wanted from him” I felt my gut twist as the words came out. A stab of self disgust and guilt formed in my stomach. Charles didn't say anything for a moment.

“You… you tortured him," He stated quietly. It wasn't a question, more a realization, or an understanding that he had not wanted to come to but could not ignore anymore. It broke my heart because he was right. Now I was quiet. His trust in me was not as firm as I believed, as I hoped, it was. And I couldn't blame him. It wasn't smart to trust me, I was working for a very bad man. That fact that Charles hadn't locked me up was objectively stupid. Even more stupidly, here we were, on the ground. With me on his lap and my hand in his and our lips tingling after the most perfect kiss I could ever imagine. But I had somehow hoped that he saw through it, that he knew how much I hated it and how much I hated Shaw. But I was being stupid too.

He had lost the fondness in his eyes and it was replaced with a sad stare. I pulled my hand from his and stood from his lap. He followed after me. 

“I should go.” I said noticing that the sky was getting lighter outside, the sun threatening to rise, and realizing I had overstayed. I needed to get home before Shaw woke and noticed I was gone. If he saw I was gone again, that I had run away after years of having given up then he would be suspicious and figure out what had changed. He would find out about Charles and take him away from me. And now, what hurt even more was that I could sense that Charles wasn't as comfortable with me being here as he was before. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse.

“I don't understand May, why?” he spoke before I could walk away 

“Why what?”

“If you’re on his side, then why do you keep helping us? And why are you on his side? is it saftey? I could keep you safe here!” He said exasperatedly. I could feel him come up with another reason that could explain why I was with Shaw, maybe he thought that I just wanted to be with shaw. That I agreed with him like Emma did, but dread rose up in him at the thought and he swallowed instead of speaking up about it. He ran his hands over his face “I don't get it. I dont get you,” his eyes found mine again

“Its not that simple,” I said, backing towards the door. He stepped closer to me as I stepped away.

“May, please don't run off again.” He said with sadness and hurt in his eyes

I walked toward him trying to ease his hurt and hesitantly took his hand again. He didn't stop me so I laced our fingers together again. He looked down at our hands with his eyebrows furrowed again.

“I have to go, It was risky coming here at all,” I said sympathetically “I wish things were different, really, but there's nothing I can do,” 

He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his hand away, “I don't know why I'm trusting you. Shaw, he's a monster, and you…”

I felt an unjustified stab of hurt cut through me again. 

“No one knows that better than I do, but please, keep trusting me. I don't think I could handle it if you hated me.” I said and it was honest. I barely knew him and yet I felt like he was the only thing holding me together. It broke my heart to think that he might hate me for the things ive done even if they were things I deserved to be hated for. I waited for Charles to respond but he was quiet. He did not look at me only at the ground in between us. I sighed, holding back tears and decided it was better that he hated me than that Shaw found out where I was. 

“I'm sorry. Really,” I said to him, Still he was quiet, but it looked like he was forming words. I waited for a little while. His questions and confusion manifested onto his expression but nothing came from his mouth. I knitted my eyebrows together waiting for him to say something. But no, he seemed to give up on the words he wanted to say and looked away again. I took that as my sign to go and pulled my hand from his reluctantly.

He didn't follow me as I stepped out of the room. I ignored the strong urge to stay with him that always arose when I left his presence. The urge that ignored all reason and persisted no matter the circumstance. I only glanced back at him once I got to the hall to see him still looking at the floor. I held back tears as I tried to remember where the door was.

Still the warmness of the mansion was calling to me. I wondered how peacefully I would sleep here if I ever got the chance and shook the thought out of my head before I got too caught up in wishful thinking. That would only make things worse.

Once I got to the front doors, I saw Erik hiding in the shadows making me jump slightly. Once again I face palmed for being too distracted to notice him with my powers. Usually they were always noting where people were and how on edge they were, notifying me who to stay away from and most often, how to avoid Shaw. But Erik didn't seem to be about to attack me based on the speed of his heart. I glanced at him as he watched me go for the door expecting him to say something but not stopping to wait for it. when my hand hit the door knob he finally spoke up

“Whats your angle?” 

I stopped and turned to him still keeping my hand on the door “huh?”

“What are you planning?” He stepped into the light of the windows and came a few steps toward me.

“Im not-”

“Charles wont read your mind now, but that might not be the case forever you know?” He said in a menacing tone. “Eventually he’ll crack and he’ll find out everything. Everything you're trying to hide.” he came to a stop and put on a wide stance that would have worried me if I wasnt a little bit anxious to get home. "The only reason he wont do it now is because he's worried what he'll find." he glared at me.

“Im not trying to hide anything. He can read my mind for all I care, honestly that would make things easier” I gripped the knob as I spoke. I meant what I said. If he read my mind then he would understand, the only thing I might actually want to hide was his effect on me, how much I thought about him, which was just a tad embarrassing. But then he would know that I really didn't mean any harm. He would know why I worked with Shaw, why things were the way they were. He would have the answers to all the questions he wasn't asking me. 

Erik's expression flashed to shock before he looked away to cover it. His eyes came back to me when I spoke again

“Go ahead and let him know. My mind is open to him, any time he feels like he wants answers, he deserves that at least, I hope it brings him some peace...” I said staring into Erik's eyes, unwavering to let him know that I was serious, that I didn't doubt a word of what I said. He breathed out evenly looking for anything untrustworthy in my gaze. But I didn't have time to convince him so I opened the door to go, stepping out, back into the cold night.

[fluffypotatey]

Haha, it sure was! You are such a mood, beautiful reaction. 10/10 clarification too, love it. very solid thoughts, and gosh lol strategically placed calls of macaroni and macandy make your replies so much funner to read. "and ain’t it fascinating how despite how long it’s been since either character have talked or interacted with each other, they still know the ins and outs of their behavior and thoughts." YES FLUFFY its one of the best parts of their dynamic oooh you're so haunted by what you had before, its so easy to slip into and catch you off guard and that's why I bring you episode 2!!

THEY HAVE A CARTOON ABOUT WUKONG PROSECUTING MACAQUE IN COURT IM SHRIEKING! MK is all "gasp, do we need a lawyer? not to worry, I watched every episode about monkey king in court. I'm very familiar with legal dramas." its a REAL thing Fluffy! he's so funny, we joke about MK being Wukong's lawyer in memes but it's legit now. *awkward laugh* "I need a moment to speak with my clients." tfw your cilents are the most problematic ppl around, you're gonna need a darn good lawyer pal. Macaque instantly recognizing the spell and running was so choppy he looked silly 😭 the "stop!" could've been so smooth lol. oh well. Wukong stumbling back too, oh Flying Bark I miss your movements. but thank goodness for the writers. ALSO the fact he instantly goes "we will....all be alright....relax" to comfort MK despite literally just being chained and hurt. oof, "I really don't want to wear this thing anymore. this time, it's stuck on tighter." omg when the eng dub comes out IF THEY MAKE THE PARALLEL TO THE MOUNTAIN SEALING MORE OBVIOUS. "I'm the one whose suffering, so why are you moping?" "Because I wasn't planning to go to jail today." "So you think I planned and wanted all this?" "You think I'm happy we were caught together?" AND THAT LAST BIT. He points all sassy at Mac with his tail with emphasis and bites his lips and stares at his tail (still pointing at Mac) like it committed a crime against him. what is wrong with them...I think you'll enjoy Wukong still teasing Nezha constantly lol. ITS ALSO SO FUNNY WHEN MK ASKS WUKONG TO NARRATE LIKE MR. TANG and he's like, are you serious?!?!? ok fine.

anon, you have no idea how many times i have rewatched ep2 🫠 it haunts me

be haunted. like me :)

*inhales*……..*exhales*

DO YOU KNOW! DO YOU KNOWWWWW!!!!

do you know how unwell i became when i watched these with the subtitles???? do you know how many times i reminded just to watch every minute detail??? do you know how much Macky is placed in corners or in the background but is the most expressive????

these gay ass monkeys 🫠

AND THENNNNNN!!! AND THEN YOU HAVE MK WHO IS REACTING LIKE HE WOULD IN S1 AND 2 BC HE STILL WANTS TO ACT LIKE EVERYTHING IS A-OKAY AND NORMAL AND NO FREAKY MONKEY MAGIC IS MESSING WITH HIS SANITY

MK with his Ace Attorney attire and then how he is talking to Nezha and how he is trying so hard to make light of the situation (which swk plays into until the Li Jing places the circlet)

AND THEN!!! we have this :)

SWK GETS COLLARED AND MK FREAKS THE FUCK OUT

y’all remember s4, right? how Azure brings the gang back from the scroll and MK learns that he was used to free Azure’s friend but never Wukong and flips out? because i do :D

and now he’s watching his mentor/friend in pain and he wants to help but doesn’t know how and he doesn’t trust his powers anymore BUT THEN SWK HOLDS HIS HAND AND CALMS HIM DOWN SO QUICKLYA ND I JUST

so yeah :)

[cwcthzl]

codependent stozier. not ‘they always hang out’ codependency,, like actual toxic codependency. they havent been apart for more than twenty four hours in years and when they r their mental state deteriorates. they keep their distinctive personalities but they know each other so well that they become two halves of one person. if one isnt there the other is incomplete. they never even start dating bc it doesnt seem like ‘the next step’ , by the time they would start dating they r alr much past that point.

when they r still in school living w their parents the nights that werent predestined sleepovers somehow became mornings w both of them waking up in the same bed , getting ready together , going to school together.

facetime is like a saving grace when they have to be apart. their longest streak is like 51 hours or something,, like they leave it on overnight and sneak it into events they shouldnt. whenever one of them gets in trouble and gets their phone taken away they use one of the other losers phones and drains their battery.

they r each others main source of self control esp concerning their self destructive tendencies,, and like facetime cant rlly do much for that when they r apart so. mostly bc richie is clingy as hell he loves physical touch. stan also finds touch super comforting but he is v picky w the ppl he lets touch him otherwise he freaks out. i think all the losers r on his list but richie is like i said a clingy bitch so usually its just richie sprawled all over him constantly.

soz i turn all my favorite relationships obsessive and codependent idk what that says about me. im just in general a fan of codependent losers but i feel like stozier is just a tiny bit closer than the rest of them. also im a serial fem stozier fem losers girl so i usually picture this w them as girls

sorry it took long to rely i just had so much to say!!!

getting to end and finding out you were imagining them as girls was the best of this because oh my GOD stacy and rachel were attached at the hip and no one can tell me otherwise

they are so dependent on each other it's insane. they have each other's clothes, blankets, plushies, toothbrushes and cds at both houses. they basically live with each other without moving out, and it became such a normal thing that they don't even need to text their parents to inform them they're gonna sleep over at the other's. they need to be in each other's presence, they need to because no one else can balance them like they balance each other. if one of them is inhaling, the other is exhaling in exchange because they're like that. they are the same breath, same mind and without the other it's almost like missing an arm and a leg.

they didn't feel the need to date, because they were already something more fucked up than that, not friends or lovers but more of a secret third thing.

they just have to feel the other in any type of way, whether it's by facetime, call, in person, anything. they will fuck up others' phones if they have to, if it means getting to talk to each other.

because they're mostly opposites in every way and they just can't it without the other. stan lets richie know when to shut up and richie urges stan to talk when it's the moment, stan notifying richie when he's about to go too far for a joke and richie cackling every time stan does one to encourage him and because it's funny, stan getting richie to get used to quiet times and richie getting stan to open up to more energy required activities. they just- ugh they

BEING EACH OTHER'S SELF CONTROL. YES. they understand each other so well that they can tell when the other is gonna get triggered, or gonna trigger themselves, and they just soothe each other before that happens. richie is a sucker for physical touch, and stan knows how and where to touch him to make him feel safer. he will push richie's hands in his hair because he knows richie likes the feeling and softness of them as he wraps his arms around richie and let him lay on his chest. richie knows when to not touch stan, but sometimes it's best to hold him close and just ramble in his ear about his favorite birds.

GAJSHJAS yeah richie is touching him all the time. in one way or another.

and sigh.... me too chat me too..... there's jst something abt them......

[ieatglue777]

YOUR TAGS ON THAT EASY BUBBY POST IM PISSING MYSELF 😭😭😭 you're right you're so normal, i'm also sooooo normal

we're so normal we're like sooooooo normal we're so fucking normal we couldn't get normaler. normal people wish they have what we have, which is to say normal. we're so normal that when we inhale we also exhale. we're so normal that we enjoy things like music and images. we're so normal that we go to bed at night. we sleep like a normal people cause we're so fucking normal. if you open the oxford dictionary and look up the word normal it is actually a photo of us being normal. always fucking normal it's like a hobby to us, being normal. did i mention we are normal? yeah we're so normal that we do things like eat food and brush our teeth. sometimes we even get a haircut cuz we're that normal. when we go outside, people acknowledge our presence. we do things during the day that make us normal. people would describe us as regular, typical, ordinary, mundane, and, of course, normal. we're like if a normal person had a baby with another normal person. we're like really normal. average, even. wake up in the morning and think gee we are normal. we're so fucking normal. we're so fucking normal. we're so fucking normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal.

normal. normal. normal. normal. normal. normal.

[lazywerebat]

Air Jail !

Polyam! Lost Boys

warnings; canon violence & metion of alcohol!

a/n; this is an old fic i first wrote for fandom and never posted it, so dont judge ( please )! also i wrote this based off of a headcanon i saw from someone and i cannot find it, so if you knew from who it is pls tell me, so i can give em credit cause it was inspired by them! im writing this from my laptop cuz my phones dead :,)!

From the boys, nobody would believe you when you would said that Marko is most short-tempered one. Everybody would assume its David but it reailty its Marko. His boyfriends would try to find many ways to cool him down and so far none of them worked. Until Paul thought of something.

One night on boardwalk boys were just chilling, being goofy with each other and enjoyed concert that was on. Everything was going great until boys being to be hungry just not for blood but for normal food. Dwayne and Marko volunteered to get some food. They were looking through some food stands until they saw one that caught their eyes. They bought from stand, as they were headed to the boys, one of the Surfer Nazis purposely bumped into Marko and spilled bear on his brand new jacket he worked on for some time now. Surfer Nazis started to walk off and laughed, Marko got pissed but Dwayne told him not to worry about it because jacket can be washed. Marko began to inhale and exhale to calm down, he felt a little calm until he heard Surfer Nazis has called him offensive word for him. That crossed the line with him, he sat down food and drinks and went to Surfer Nazi who called him like that to punch his face. Soon after that fight broke out, Dwayne through telepathy warned David and Paul, boys came and started to separated Marko from Surfer Nazi. After a while security came and told them to get out off boardwalk. David shared a glance with boys saying "Come on boys, lets go." and with that boys went on their bikes droving off.

When boys were outside of cave, Marko fussed about how his jacket is wet and ruined from Surfer Nazi. After a while boys started to get annoyed about their boyfriend fussing about his jacket. Paul got an idea that for sure Marko isnt going to like on bit. He came from behind Marko and picked him up like a rampaging puppy then Marko started to kick and claw in his arms while hissing. In that moment Marko was prone to fighting with him then Paul flew into air with while Marko was a bit scream but still trying to fight. Marko didnt realised him and Paul were above ocean when Paul dropped him in ocean. When Marko came out of ocean he cooled off.

From that moment anytime Marko would get angry one of boys, mostly Paul, would put him in air jail and drop him in ocean to cool off. Nobody keeps a tally on how many times boys dropped him into the ocean to cool off its too many.

[wizisbored]

I bet youve been asked this many times but where are the lungs, like are they double lunged up or is it in one of the two bodies and if its just one whats the space used for instead?... And now that i think about it most of the other organs would be double too this is honestly the first time i realised that...

Im confused

you are actually the first person to ask this, but boy am i ready to answer it. i think about centaur anatomy so fucking much you would not believe.

disclaimer - i know nothing about biology and did no research past google images im just vibing here. i try to make things logical but am not really fussed about it being strictly viable.

so they are, in fact, double-lunged (or quad-lunged? 2 sets of 2, 4 total). they're both located and sized pretty much how you'd expect, one smaller pair in the upper torso (human half) and one larger in the lower torso/barrel (horse half)

the one thing these two pairs absolutely cannot do is alternate. one cannot be exhaling while the other inhales. but if a random fun fact i picked up from researching war horse puppetry is correct, horse lungs are three times larger than human lungs. so, while both sets inhale and exhale at the same time, most of the time the lower lungs will be expanding and contracting three times as fast as the upper ones to stay in sync.

so, what is the advantage of having that many lungs? well, the main function of the system is allowing effective verbal communication while on the move.

as someone without a spare set of lungs, you may have noticed that talking while running, or even just walking if youre particularly worn out, is a bit tricky. centaurs, at least how i write them, evolved to be constantly moving through large territories of foraging and hunting grounds while also making use of complex verbal communication, so they need a way around this issue.

most of the time, a centaur's vocal chords are vibrated soley by air exhaled by the upper lungs. when they speak, they are able to increase the speed of exhalation of the upper lungs relative to the lower to do so. this means they exchange less gass through the upper lungs, but the lower are unaffected. so if they need to communicate while on the move, they can essentially use the air in the upper lungs to speak while the lower go on circulating oxygen and carbon dioxide as normal, meaning it's harder for them to get out of breath. that's not to say they can hold full converstations at a gallop no problem, though. theres still limits.

they can, if they need to, use the lower lungs to vibrate the vocal chords too via opening a valve in the throat. this allows them to make much louder sounds, mostly for long-distance calls to herdmates. they're usually wordless noises with simple meanings, harder to misinterpret over distance.

they also have two hearts, in the regular heart places.

having two ensures that enough blood makes it around both the big ol legs and the big ol brain. the two systems are linked, otherwise the brain wouldn't be able to benefit from the double respitory system, which i dont think would end too well for the centaur

so thats the cardiovascular and respiratory system of a centaur, to my understanding. ill probably make similar posts on the rest in future i love speculative biology shit