#it got marked on the 1st

[jentlemahae]

MARK LEE FT. PUPPIES @ BUZZFEED

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[twiceangelic]

[moominpopzz]

Ok yea I should be doing schoolwork rn but have you considered I really wanna space out and think about Ashe and Mark Winters relationship instead??

[throes-of-warm-tornadoes]

you know what? i think the concept of this is just not good. like, not to beat the same point into the ground, but this is The metaphor for capitalism, so how the fuck was he gonna stop that? i just looked up how the season was gonna end and it looks like they just did a shot for shot remake of the first season---complete with the same exact fuckin ending---but without any of the heart. i think ali was such a beloved character in the first place bc (to me, at least) it was such a pleasant surprise seeing diversity incorporated so casually into the show and how that added some more fucked up nuance to everyone's situation.

like, i don't know. i guess i shouldn't really be that surprised that a show about greed and consumption is being milked for 3 entire seasons, but i didn't think that they'd be reusing story beats shot for fuckin shot. i know this whole season probably even came into fruition because people were attacthed to gi hun in the first place, but i think it would have been so much cooler to pivot from that and completely focus on no-eul and the rest of the workers with the players and the games fading into the background. i know that follows the basic "villain" format thats getting more popular recently (im not saying she’s a villain im just saying she’s an opp), but i just don't see the purpose in stringing the audience along as we watch gi hun try to dismantle fucking capitalism

[eldestdaughterbryanrust]

wish we got to see that precious little smile more🤍

[turn3tifosi]

Ikya I hope u know when the f3 season ends it arvid stories will be the only thing getting me thru

I AGREE i will be writing more because i'll missing arvid so much and i will have a big break right after the f3 season ends!

[dashcon-two]

DashCon 2 Venue Announcement, Vendor's Hall, and More!

The DashCon 2 team is thrilled to announce the concrete answers to all your biggest questions. Where it is, when it is, how to buy tickets, and more. You ready?

TL;DR

Where: DashCon 2 will be held at the Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre in North York, Toronto

When: July 5th, 2025

What: Tickets will go live on February 22nd. Vendor Applications will be open on February 1st, and Panelist Applications on February 10th.

Our Venue!!

[6 Sakura Way, North York, ON M3C 1Z5]

Image belongs to Bartman905 on Wordpress

The JCCC has previously hosted plenty of other fan conventions, notably the Anime North Halloween Event and Pretty Heroes. Given their experience with convention hosting and gorgeous venue space, we think they’re the perfect fit.

So, why did this take so long?

Well… the JCCC wasn’t our first pick. Our first pick, who we won’t name, dropped us unexpectedly after months of negotiations. Why? Original DashCon’s reputation. We literally got DashCon’d before the convention had even started!!

While we were expecting this and had backup plans, we were blindsided by a rejection this late into the negotiation process. After reaching out to our other contacts, we settled on the JCCC, but we had to restart the entire process. So much of our planning had to be restarted or paused, which set us way behind schedule. Naturally, we didn’t want to say anything about losing our venue spot until we’d adequately replaced it.

We’re happy to say that the Classic DashCon Venue Struggle is over and done with - and our rental with the JCCC is paid in advance. No $17k hostage situation necessary.

However, all this provokes another obvious question: why did you go public with the project when you hadn’t signed with the venue yet? In short: Strange Aeons’ DashCon: An Extensive Oral History video. We were already knee-deep in the project behind the scenes before finding out she was making a YouTube video about DashCon, pushing the story into the public eye again. The team was concerned that declaring we were organizing DashCon 2 soon after Strange Aeons’ video would imply it was a rush-job inspired by her video. We were far enough along in the initial venue negotiations that we decided to go public with the video rather than after it.

Date & Time

DashCon 2 will be held for one day: Saturday, 5th July 2025. We alluded to using the same weekend as the original DashCon when we first went public, but unfortunately this date wasn’t available at our venue. This does mean it’s pretty close to the American 4th of July - in our defense, we didn’t really think of that, we’re Canadian.

The convention will open to the public at 9:30 AM and close at 9:30 PM. All this information and more will be available on our website.

(These hours may be subject to minor changes, please always check our website for our most recent info!)

Admission

Ticket sales to in-person DashCon 2 will open on Feb 22nd! Mark your calendars…

We’ll be processing ticket sales through Simpli Events, an all-Canadian competitor to Eventbrite. You can click here to find the events page.

We’re working on the feasibility of expanding DashCon 2 into a hybrid event, with live-streams of the most anticipated panels/events and some other informal online panels hosted on a private Discord. More information on those will come at a later date.

Vendor and Panel Applications

DashCon 2’s Artist Alley/Vendor's Hall is a space for independent artisans who create print media, handmade crafts, or other merchandise. If you want the opportunity to sell your merchandise at DashCon 2, then you’ll be excited to learn that vendor applications will open on February 1st!

Please see www.dashcontwo.com/dealers-hall/ for more details about tables, prices, and merchandise. The link to the application form will be posted there.

We’re also happy to say that we’re opening panel applications on February 10th! We have a few guest panellists already lined up (including a few we can’t talk about yet), but we’re excited to open applications to everyone with a good idea! All DashCon 2 panels will be moderated by our volunteer team, and we’ll put out more info soon about volunteer sign-ups!

[coolcattime]

New YTTD manga came!! Finally I have the info I want to actually plan the Mianite AU (and also its real fucking good)

[velmiraa]

BEAUTY INDICATORS IN NATAL CHART

✦ Hi there!I did a little poll asking whether you’d prefer a post on fame indicators or beauty indicators in astrology, and beauty ended up getting more love — so I put together a post all about that.

Just keep in mind — beauty is subjective and influenced by many factors beyond astrology. Still, these indicators often show up in the charts of people widely admired for their looks or charm. Also, these are just my personal observations, so feel free to share more beauty indicators in the comments!

I will analyze the asteroids in my next post! Hope you enjoy it!

PLANETS & POINTS

1. Venus – the planet of beauty, love, and aesthetics

Strong Venus (e.g., in Taurus, Libra, or Pisces) – enhances beauty, grace, and charm. The beauty of these three signs are very different tho. Taurus brings sexy and seductive beauty, Libra brings elegant and noble beauty, Pisces brings ethereal, mysterious and dreamy beauty.

Venus in the 1st house – beautiful appearance, charm that’s obvious to others.

Venus conjunct or near Ascendant – one of the strongest beauty aspects, often seen in people considered physically attractive. Of course it depends on the aspects that Venus has too but most of the times even if their faces are not that symmetrical, they have this elegant/beautiful/charming aura in them. Venus conjunct ASC – often seen in celebrities like: Angelina Jolie, Cameron Diaz (Cancer – captivating eyes); Bella Hadid, Charlize Theron (Virgo – clean, sharp elegance); Rihanna (Aries – bold and fierce beauty); Beyonce (Libra-elegant beauty), Selena Gomez (in Leo, they often radiate that ‘IT girl’ or ‘IT guy’ energy), Sandra Bullock (in Gemini, these folks mostly look cunning/smart/young),  Aamir Khan (in Pisces, these folks have enchanted/impressive eyes just like Neptune conjunct ASC).  This aspect often brings striking beauty. Men with Venus conjunct the Ascendant often have soft, elegant features, a fashion-forward sense, or an appreciation for art and aesthetics. E.g. Jude Law (in Sagittarius).  Folks that have this aspect in Scorpio look so sexy and mysterious at the same time.

Venus in aspect to Moon – adds softness, femininity, emotional appeal. Hard aspects also count.

Venus in aspect to Jupiter – generosity, charm, attractive energy. Again, hard aspects also count. E.g. Mila Kunis and Monica Bellucci (Venus-Jupiter square).

2. Ascendant (Rising Sign) – how others see you physically

Libra, Taurus, Pisces, or Leo Rising – often associated with symmetrical, attractive, or artistically appealing features.

Ruling planet of Ascendant well-placed or dignified – enhances physical presence and magnetism. E.g. If you are a Gemini/Virgo rising with an exalted Mercury (in Gemini or Virgo), in 1st/3rd /5th/7th/10th/11th house, and has aspects with Venus, Jupiter or Neptune, the likelihood of your beauty increases. This beauty will most likely be youthful, smart, clean (with Virgo) looking beauty. I’m a Gemini rising with Mercury in Virgo, at the end of 4th/beginning of 5th and my Mercury trines with Neptune. People always tell me I look so young, around 23-24 even though I’m already 30 lol.

Venus Trine, or Sextile Ascendant – Enhances physical beauty, grace, and pleasant facial features. E.g. Ariana Grande (Capricorn Rising with strong Taurus Venus), Britney Spears (Libra Rising), Mark Hamill (Capricorn rising with Virgo Venus-when I tell you it generally gives a beauty just like a woman has, I guess you got the meaning), Natalie Portman (Sco rising with Cancer Venus), Jennifer Lawrence (Sag rising with Leo Venus).

3. Moon – face, femininity, softness

Moon in 1st house or near/conjunct ASC-Pure, innocent, or soulful beauty. Their eyes may be especially expressive. There's a gentleness and softness in their appearance or aura. E.g. Henry Cavill (Aquarius), Scarlett Johansson (Scorpio-Sag), Miranda Kerr(Cancer), Michael Jackson (Pisces), Kirsten Dunst( Leo), Jackie Chan (Gemini), Kate Winslet (Libra), Katie Holmes(Leo), Rihanna (Aries), Audrey Hepburn (Aqua-Pisces), Katy Perry (Sco), Taylor Lautner (Taurus), Mariah Carey (Cancer), Bella Hadid (Virgo), Kendall Jenner(Pisces-Aries).

Moon in Taurus/Libra or Cancer – soft features, nurturing energy, feminine appeal.

Moon-Venus or Moon-Neptune aspects – dreamy, gentle, emotional beauty. E.g.:Emma Stone (Moon-Venus conj. in Libra + squares Neptune); Keanu Reeves (Venus-Moon Conj. in Cancer+ trines Neptune); Brad Pitt (Venus-Moon conj. in Cap+ sextiles Neptune); Rihanna (Venus-Moon conj. in Aries+ squares Neptune); Blake Lively (Venus-Moon conj. in Virgo); Halle Berry (Cancer Venus conjuncts Leo Moon ); Kendall Jenner (Moon Venus trine + Neptune sextiles both of them); Will Smith (Moon conj. Neptune in Scorpio); Justin Timberlake (Moon conj. Neptune in Sag).

4. Neptune – ethereal, mysterious beauty

Neptune conjunct/near Ascendant – dreamy, otherworldly appearance, alluring presence.   These individuals often have fairy-like, dreamy features with mystical eyes — often light or blue in color. Also they look good on photos. E.g. Sebatian Stan (Sag), Dakota Johnson (Cap), Naomi Watts (Scorpio), Zac Efron (Cap), Marilyn Monroe(Leo), Ariana Grande(Cap), Kim Kardashian (in Sag), Adriana Lima (Sag), Anne Hathaway (Sag), Mila Kunis (Sag), Kylie Jenner(Cap), Nicole Kidman(Sco)

Neptune-Venus aspects – magnetic, enchanting, creative beauty. E.g. Hugh Jackman-Matt Damon-Demi Moore-Miley Cyrus (Venus Neptune conj. in Scorpio), Rose Leslie-Michael B. Jordan-Meg Ryan (Venus-Neptune conj. in Cap), Gigi Hadid (Neptune-Venus sextile), Hailey Bieber-Gal Gadot (Venus-Neptune square), Zendaya (Venus-Neptune opposition), Kylie Jenner (Venus Neptune trine).

5. Jupiter – amplifies whatever it touches

Jupiter in the 1st house – attractive aura, warmth, sometimes a larger-than-life presence.Brings a healthy, attractive glow. E.g. Margot Robbie (Cancer).

Jupiter-Venus – charm, luck in love and social graces. Trines: Kit Harington(water), Emma Stone(air), Emilia Clarke(water), Blake Lively(earth-fire), Tom Hiddleston(air) , Emma Watson(water). Conjunctions: Scarlett Johansson(Cap), J. Rhys Meyers (Gemini), Austin Butler(Leo-Virgo), Demi Lovato (Virgo), Beyonce ( Libra), Jennifer Lawrence (Leo), Anne Hathaway (Sco), Halle Berry (Cancer). Opposition: Jennifer Anniston.

6.Pluto-Magnetic Beauty

Pluto conjunct or near ASC- These folks are mostly hypnotic, mysterious, powerful, even if they can’t explain why. Their beauty may not be “traditional,” but it’s deeply captivating — there’s a dark allure to them.

 They can intimidate and attract people at the same time — like a siren call. They have piercing or intense eyes and a serious or watchful expression even when relaxed. E.g. Leonardo Dicaprio (Libra), Keanu Reeves (Virgo), Kate Winslet (Libra), Al Pacino (Leo), Jack Nicholson (Leo-Cancer), Katy Perry (Scorpio), Justin Bieber (Scorpio), Kurt Cobain (Virgo), George W. Bush (Leo), Beyonce (Libra).

HOUSE PLACEMENTS

1st House – the body and how others see you

Venus, Neptune, or Moon in the 1st – physical attractiveness or softness in looks.

Sun in the 1st – radiant, noticeable, strong presence.

5th House – self-expression and allure

Planets here can show natural flirtiness and charm.

Venus or Moon in the 5th – romantic beauty, playful and artistic expression.

7th House – attraction and how others relate to you

Venus in the 7th – magnetic, people are drawn to you, beauty in partnerships.

Neptune in the 7th – people idealize you, see you as dreamy or ethereal.

10th House- how public sees you

Venus in the 10th House – Public admiration and a well-groomed appearance. Others see you as elegant or attractive, especially in your career.

Neptune in the 10th House- They might be known for their aesthetic, artistic, or spiritual presence — People may see them as angelic, graceful, elegant, or dreamy. E.g. Monica Bellucci.

FIXED STARS ASSOCIATED WITH BEAUTY

Regulus (Leo 29°50’) – Associated with charisma and royal beauty. E.g. Dua Lipa has Sun-Venus conjunction at the degree of Regulus.

Aldebaran (Gemini 9° 47’) – Enhances attractiveness with striking features. E.g. Marilyn Monroe and Heidi Klum have Sun conjunct Aldebaran.

Spica (Libra 23° 52’) – Brings grace, charm, and refinement. E.g. Kendrick Lamar has ASC conjunct Spica.

ASPECTS TO NOTE

Venus conjunct, sextile, or trine Ascendant – very strong beauty indicator.

Venus conjunct Moon, Jupiter, or Neptune – graceful, warm, or dreamy beauty.

Sun-Venus – radiance and magnetic charm.

Mercury-Venus – cute, youthful, witty beauty.

BONUS: SIGNS OF BEAUTY

Some signs are associated with beauty more than others due to their ruling planets:

Libra (ruled by Venus): symmetry, elegance (Beyonce has strong Libra placements)

Taurus (ruled by Venus): earthy, natural charm (E.g. Gigi Hadid and Jessica Alba have strong Taurus placements)

Pisces (ruled by Neptune): dreamy, soft, poetic looks (Kurt Cobain, Lily Collins, Jensen Ackles have strong Pisces placements.)

Leo (ruled by the Sun): radiant, striking (E.g. Selena Gomez has strong Leo placements)

Gemini (ruled by Mercury): youthful, lively (E.g. Kylie Minogue and Heidi Klum have strong placements)

That’s it, guys! See you in my next post!

Copyright © [velmiraa], edited by me.

[blckbrrybasket]

𓆩 𓉸 𓆪 Kinktober 2024

• MDNI! porn with little plot

• all of these are x reader with no use of y/n

• both female and gender neutral readers featured

꒰33k+ words total꒱

1st. — “Hotter than a Burning Fire”

        -> Face sitting + Inexperience, Robin Buckley

2nd. — “Give and Take”

        -> Squirting + Edging, Steve Harrington 

3rd. — “Bite her Hip”

        -> Caught + Hate Sex, Nancy Wheeler

4th. — “Yer Killin’ Me”

        -> Boot Worship, Arthur Morgan

5th. — “Girls on Film”

        -> Being Filmed, Mickey Altieri

6th. — “Heaven in Your Mouth”

        -> Throat Fucking + Breath Play, Rafe Cameron

7th. — “Closer”

        -> Mutual Masturbation + Forbidden, Robin Buckley 

8th. — “Oh Honey”

        -> First Time + Domination, Kurt Kunkle

9th. — “Hearts a Mess”

        -> Public Sex + Gag, Art Donaldson

10th. — “Ghosting”

        -> Under the table, Javier Peña

11th. — “Burning For You”

        -> Sleepy Sex + Cockwarming, Sejanus Plinth

12th. — “She’s in Parties”

        -> High sex, Rafe Cameron

13th. — “Melting With You”

        -> Double Penetration, Stu and Mickey

14th. — “As You Are”

        -> 69, Ellie Williams

15th. — “Of Love For Love”

        -> Cream Pie + Cum Play, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

16th. — “Maneater”

        -> Dacryphilia + Masochism, Kurt Kunkle

17th. — “What I Need”

        -> Degradation + Cum Eating, Ethan Landry

18th. — “I was made for loving you”

        -> Praise Kink + Body Worship, Steve Harrington 

19th. — “Takin’ Time”

        -> Spanking + Orgasm Denial, Joel Miller

20th. — “Sweet As Whiskey”

        -> Blood Kink + Period, Vampire!Eddie Munson

21st. — “Wind You Up”

        -> Hair Pulling + Rough Sex, Trevor (Hellraiser)

22nd. — “Eyes On Me”

        -> Bondage + Femdom, Agent Whiskey

23th. — “Show and I’ll Learn”

        -> Sex Toys, Robin Buckley

24th. — “If You Knew”

        -> Overstimulation + Wet Dream, Joel Miller

25th. — “Hell And You”

        -> Mask Kink + Knife Kink, Stu Macher

26th. — “You’ve Got Me Now”

        -> Dry Humping + Tipsy Sex, Eddie Munson

27th. — “Happy Birthday, Baby”

        -> Lingerie + On The Counter, Walter ‘Keys’ McKey

28th. — “Quit While Ahead”

        -> Pussy slapping, Rafe Cameron

29th. — “Love My Way”

        -> Scissoring, Tara Carpenter

30th. — “Suck It Up”

        -> Marking + Possessiveness, Love Quinn

31st. — “Body Electric”

        -> Cucking + Breeding Kink, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

taglist closed!

[dsfjjshgffdg]

does anyone have like tips and tricks to avoid and/or deal with mosquito bites im suffering over here

[phoenixrisingastro]

𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙄𝙓: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, & 𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧

𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕. 𝑳𝒆𝒕’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆..𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔... 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖:

Mars in the 8th doesn’t fuck for love—they fuck to possess your soul. You think you’re cumming? No, you’re releasing your power—and they’re collecting it.

Moon square Pluto lovers will give you the best sex of your life, ruin your relationship with your mother, and haunt your dreams for years. You’ll smell their skin in every stranger.

Venus conjunct Chiron—the ones you crave the most are the ones who leave you bleeding. The more they love you, the deeper they cut. And you’ll crawl back for it.

Mercury-Pluto is how people lie without moving a muscle. Their words fuck your mind long after they’re silent.

Lilith in the 7th—you don’t love them, you’re enslaved. You’d sell your soul just to keep them angry at you. Anything but silence.

8th house Suns don’t “date”—they abduct, rewire, and replace you with someone they can own. If you survive, you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Saturn in the 5th—sex is never pleasure, it’s punishment. Love them and you’ll pay. Ignore them and you’ll be hunted.

Pluto-Moon hard aspects—their absence is worse than any death you’ll experience. The grief of what they made you feel is what kills.

Neptune in the 8th—fucking them is spiritual. A baptism, a drowning. You leave wet, broken, holy.

Venus-Pluto—they kiss you like they’re testing your body for weaknesses. Spoiler: they’ll find them.

12th house Stelliums—they’ll never love you the way you love them. But you’ll waste your life trying.

Mars square Venus—when they fuck you, it’s a fight. Bruised knees, bite marks, and a cigarette after. You won’t even know who won.

Lilith conjunct Venus—they know they’re ruining you. They like it. You’ll like it too.

Mercury-Neptune aspects—you didn’t fall in love, you were hypnotized. You just haven’t realized it yet.

Pluto conjunct Ascendant—they walk in a room and everyone’s breath catches. Not because they’re beautiful. Because they’re dangerous.

Moon in Scorpio—if you fuck them, you’ll never stop fucking them. Not in your bed. Not in your mind. Forever.

Mars in Gemini—they talk during sex. Filthy. Degrading. And if they go quiet, it means they’re done with you.

Venus in the 8th—you’ll never see love the same way again. After them, everyone is boring.

Saturn in the 8th—the one who will make you beg, not for pleasure, but for mercy.

Sun square Pluto—they don’t want sex. They want to erase you and wear your skin like a trophy.

Mercury in Scorpio—they know your secrets before you say them. And they’ll save them for when you need to be destroyed.

Mars in the 12th—the silent fuckers. You don’t remember how you got naked, only that you’re wrecked now.

Neptune square Moon—you can’t tell if you love them or if they’re just a drug you can’t quit.

Venus in Aries—they love you hardest when you’re running. Corner them and they disappear.

Moon in the 8th—they’re not nurturing you. They’re memorizing your fears to use them later.

Pluto in the 5th—if you have their child, you’ll never be free again. It’s not a baby, it’s a leash.

Lilith square Moon—every woman hates them. Every man wants them. Every ex still dreams of killing them.

Saturn conjunct Mars—sex is not fun. It’s labor. It’s pain. It’s the only thing that makes them feel real.

Neptune conjunct Venus—they’ll make you fall in love with a lie. You won’t mind until it’s too late.

Pluto in the 1st—you don’t approach them. You survive them. And if you’re lucky... they’ll remember your name when it’s over.

You don’t follow me because you love astrology. You follow me because I say the things you’re too scared to admit; you want to be owned, destroyed, devoured. You want someone to see your sickness... and love you for it....

© PhoenixRisingAstro, 2025. All rights reserved

[scoutswritingcorner]

Let The Game Begin

Alastor x GN! Reader

The 4 times Alastor bites you and the one time you bite back.

TW: Mentions that Alastor owns Reader’s soul. Biting and blood.

1st Time

The first time it had happened it honestly surprised the hell out of you, you were looking over some paperwork for Charlie regarding the new renovations that her dad had wanted to put in saying it was to bring in new guests. But looking at the duck themed statue has you confused but you didn’t bring it up yet. Taking your pen you wrote down what would seem best and not cost so much to get done, despite having magic abilities- you forbid the King (by bribing him with ducks) to use his magic to build anything more. You’d practically be out of a job then..and you don’t want Alastor to yank on your chain. Literally..you’d be no use for him here and you’d rather not be stuck behind the desk. You’d drive yourself to madness once more, but your husband would find a way for you to stay. You were his greatest treasure after all.

You were seemingly so focused on what was in front of you and what you were thinking that you failed to notice the red haired demon behind you, watching you and calling your name. How dare you ignore him? The man who brought you here. The man who has your soul in his clawed hands. But he couldn’t bring himself to summon your chain..as his eyes landed on your shoulder, a devious smile was on his lips and in a flash. One hand wrapped around your neck as he *bit* down causing you to let out a loud yelp. You couldn’t move away from him as he leaned back your crimson blood staining his teeth and lips. Oh..He adored that sound. He wanted more.

2nd Time

The second time was when you were sitting down next to him in the foyer as Charlie was talking about a new exercise. You were more or less paying attention, leaning against your hand as Alastor stood next to your seat. He was never the man to sit around for a long period of time especially when he had something important on his mind. You watched him tap the bottom of his cane to the tip of his shoe, making sure Charlie was focusing on something else you waved your hand to get his attention. Thankfully he had looked over the second you raised your hand but his tense shoulders slumped when he noticed you weren’t going to touch him. The golden band on your finger prominent in the light as you waved him down, he backed up bending by the waist to listen to you. “Go, Dear..I’ll cover for you..you got that distant look in your eyes.” You whispered out causing his smile to widen. Oh how he loved your keen eyes but he nodded and gently grabbed your hand to press a kiss to your palm. Your thumb brushing against his cheek, a discreet sentiment he always seemed to enjoy. You looked away for a split second feeling someone watching you (other than your husband) but then flinched feeling his sharp fangs dig into your palm before he smoothed it out with a lick from his tongue and a kiss to your knuckles. You turned to curse him but he was already gone, left with a red bite mark on your palm.

3rd Time

The third time was as surprising as the first one. Alastor was known for his cruelty, the way his anger had no bounds or limits. But walking with him to Cannibal Town to see Rosie, you missed sitting with her listening to the latest news and gossiping about people (..Susan..), had him on edge. You kept your distance from your husband upon his request as much as he adored your attention and touch, he didn’t want you to become an even bigger target than you already were from being so close to him. But the way random sinners who had the nerve to catcall you from across the street made him angrier by the second. You watched as your husband’s eye twitched but didn’t point it out, only walked faster to catch up with him.

What really hammered the nail into the coffin was when he had taken your arm to help you across the road, ever the suave gentlemen your husband was, and someone had the gall- no the nerve to flirt with you infront of his face before grabbing onto you like a rabid dog looking for a meal. Sharp static rang out as his horns grew bigger- his smile wider causing the sinner to tremble and fall back onto their own ass before a tendril shot out grabbing the sinner by their throat and slamming them into the wall. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you both continued to make your way to Cannibal Town..well Alastor had made the decision to make a quick detour. Pulling you away from prying eyes, he had you pinned against a wall as he bit down on your neck. Not hard enough to bite a chunk out of you, no..he couldn’t hurt his darling spouse. But he made sure you couldn’t hide the bite he was licking the blood off of…Rosie was going to have field day when she saw you.

4th Time

Now this was getting confused and annoying cause you don’t exactly know when your darling Husband would strike and bite down on you like some chew toy (..not that you aren’t happy about that), but it’s causing you to be paranoid as much as you love your husband, you’d rather not have to keep watching over your shoulder every second just to make sure your husband isn’t going to bite you. But you had let your guard down when cooking with him, well..you were in the kitchen reading as Alastor was cooking dinner. He had forbidden you from cooking after you had accidentally set the stove on fire. You don’t even know how it happened but allowed him to take control of the flames. 

Looking up, you notice as he was standing beside you a lovestruck look on his face. It wasn’t long until you were swept away into a dance with him singing along to a tune in his own head, you let out a soft laugh allowing him to spin you away before pulling you back into him. The dance had ended with a gentle kiss as he realized that his focus was needed back on the food that was still cooking. But before you could pull away from his hold completely you once again felt his sharp teeth dig into your cheek. Letting out a soft grumble from his antics only to be met with a deep chuckle and the feeling of his tongue smoothing out where had bitten, likely wiping away any blood from your cheek before his attention was once again enraptured by cooking.

Biting Back

Alastor watched you as you talked with Charlie but your gaze kept falling onto him causing his smile to grow into a wicked one. Oh he was getting to you and he was enjoying it. How much longer can you keep that facade going? Could he finally break that little perfect facade you had or would you keep it up? Only time would tell. He tilted his head watching as you quickly excused yourself to walk towards him, “Is there a reason you are staring me down, Alastor?” You asked and he chuckled, “You’re losing yourself, Dear.” You sent a glare towards him before walking off. You knew he was right, you knew he could see right through your facade. You were his spouse after all, his confidant. But what he didn’t know is that you had a trick up your sleeve. Something he won't see coming.

You were going to wait until a private time to surprise your lovely husband but then he had to leave for an abrupt meeting with the overlords about new territory. You stood at the front doors with him, fixing his precious suit jacket as he watched you, a soft look in his crimson eyes. “There we go,” you hummed, wiping his jacket lapels down and motioning him down. He playfully rolled his eyes but bent down towards you, gently kissing his cheek, before biting down on his cheek and walking off. Not noticing how he jumped and stood straight up before letting out a loud laugh, “Is that all you have, Darling? Look at those teeth! Can’t rip flesh from bone!” He called out at your disappearing figure, oh you just started a game that you wouldn’t win.

Extra

Angel looked over at Husk who was busy shuffling Uno cards while the others sat around, “So….anybody else think their fuckin’?” He asked, causing Charlie to choke on her drink and the cards to fall out of Husk’s paws. Vaggie sent him a glare as Nifty laughed and Pentious blushed. “Watch it, Angel.” Husk growled out sending him a glare before glancing over to where you were fixing one of the beer taps on the bar, currently in your own world. “What? C’mon Whiskers, you have to know something about them.” Husk rolled his eyes collecting the cards up again as Nifty chimed in, “Oh they are married!” Husk coughed and glared at her causing everyone around to look surprised. “What? They…They married Smiles? Like…they wanted to?” Angel asked as Husk sighed nodding.

“They’ve been married for a few decades now.” He whispered out as Nifty nodded watching as he started to deal out the deck of cards. “But they are so sweet..very helpful too.” Charlie whispered out holding onto Vaggie’s hand and Husk sighed. “Listen..they are as bad as him but they tend to hide it more. They tend to like the game of cat and mouse more than him. But none of us pose a threat to them so they back off. But enough..focus on the game.”  Husk grumbled as Angel rolled his eyes grabbing his cards.

[valer1esgallery]

Imagine Fallen Angel's have holy water tears

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Fallen angels have holy water tears just like they did when they were actual angels, a punishment for falling.

So just imagine you came back from night bringer, coming back to the present devildom right behind croctus call. It was bizarre to see everything you were once used to, the relatively new decorations down the streets, the new plants, the missing ones, the smell of the air, you were back home. Everything you were once used to felt foren, you had been in the past so long everything felt strange, just like you were coming back into the devildom.

Though, something called to you, an mansion ontop of the hill, the house of lamentation. It only took a few minutes before you were pushing your legs to the limit, getting strange looks on the street as you were the human the brothers and the prince were so worried for, your back? Pushing your legs to the limit, you ran all the way back to your home in the devildom, managing to get to the large doors in record time. You hadn't got your key on you, having still being in your nightbringer outfit so with no other option, you banged on the door.

Your heart raced, you haven't seen your demons in so long, not these demons anyways. It took a while of banging on the door before a familiar white haired demon answered the door, a scowl on his face like he was ready to yell at you. HIs scowl was almost wiped off of his face when he saw it was you, taken it back as he saw you standing at the door, alive. You saw the damage to his face when he starred at you, it looked like his cheeks were burnt away, red tear marks were imprinted deep into his skin.

"... Hey mammo-" You could barley get any words out before he grabbed your arm and dragged you inside, immediately taking you into his arms and burying his face into your neck. His fingers gripped at the shirt you were wearing, tears stinging his cheeks once more and tickling your skin. It took you a while for you to hold him, the moment he felt your arms around him he broke down in tears, holy water stinging his eyes and burning his cheeks.

".... Never.... do that again... please"

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1st part of 7! I'm going to do more with the fallen angel holy water tears concept

Which demon brother should i do next?

[freddleafton12345-blog]

Nsfw thought about doing it with the fiercest warrior of the Echidna tribe (female reader!)

I firmly believe Knuckles will worship your entire being. Even the ground you walk on. He's definitely the type of man who will kiss every inch of your skin. Breasts, tummy, thighs, he wants you to know how much he cares for you.

Though the 1st few tries you guys had with sex were sort of awkward. You felt scared that he might go too rough and accidentally hurt you, so you made up an excuse as to why he couldn't claim you. He bought it.

Then it happened again. And again. And again.

Finally the poor thing asked if you feared becoming his mate. You felt bad for hurting his feelings so you told him the truth that you feared his strength.

"My love.." he began, gently taking your small hands in his. "No force on earth could ever make me even think of hurting you. You are a goddess sent from the heavens themselves. I will make sure you are worshipped, loved, and satisfied for as long as you want."

And that's all it took for you to feel more eager to go all the way

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- he tends to focus on your pleasure. Not his own. However he would like to release as much of his seed as he can into you, so he KNOWS your truly his

- he's got tons, and I mean TONS of stamina. He can probably go for 10 rounds before he needs a break

- he's always asking "is this okay, my love?" "My dear, are you sure you want me to go faster/harder?" He wants to make sure you aren't hurt!

- bites. He claims his mark will let others know you're taken, and already claimed. Expect to wake up in the morning with hickeys everywhere on your body (Tom and Maddie didn't notice because you put on makeup to hide the marks, much to Knuckles dismay XD)

- he loves it when you scream his name and grab his quills as he eats you out. You're like the best feast he ever got to taste. Your screams let him know he's doing his most valuable mission, aka, pleasing you till you're satisfied. (Tho the 1st time you screamed in pleasure, he thought he hurt you and stopped immediately 😭)

- he doesn't know much about how humans have many different positions. He's usually got you in a mating press, or he's on his knees, eating you out. He'll be open to other positions if you bring it up. He wants to learn as much as he can so he can properly treat you like the queen you are!

- when you 1st sucked him off he was honestly baffled. You sure had guts to be the one who started engaging in such activities with the last member of the Echidna's. It turned him on, but he won't admit that XD

- he doesn't get super loud. He typically let's out soft grunts and growls, and his tail wags a bit when he's nearing his release

- I think he probably has struggled in the past with heat seasons/ruts, because he never had a mate in the tribe. So when he experiences these issues, he holds back unless you DEMAND he go all out with you

- he doesn't really care if you make expressions from the pleasure. If it's an indication he's making his queen feel good, then he's happy

- Knuckles is the master of aftercare. He gets you anything you want, and his fur is nice and soft. So yes, he's an excellent cuddle buddy!

- if you happen to have a small happy trail/hair down near your vagina, he doesn't care. He just thinks it makes you more intriguing

- if you're on the chubby side, great! Means you'll be the prime candidate for his aftercare snuggles!

- say you've even got stretch marks. He thinks they're interesting. If you're sensitive about them, he won't talk about it further, as to not upset you

- overall he's always focusing on what makes you feel good, because you're his beloved mate, who will soon become his queen♡

PLZ REBLOG IF U WANT!))

[empresskylo]

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

ZOMBIE!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X AFAB!READER

SUMMARY | Simon is dead. And you were forced to leave him behind as the rise of the dead took over. When you volunteer to sneak back into base to grab med supplies, you don't expect to run into Simon—alive, but certainly not himself...

WARNINGS | dead dove do not eat! this is literally smut about zombie!ghost... so... beware i suppose. gore. dub-con?? afab!reader. wc 3k

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ lock me up! send me to jail!!! i can't believe I wrote this yes i can. This is how down bad i am for Ghost, I literally wrote smut about fucking him as a zombie... someone send the authorities, i need my internet taken away. (happy oct 1st btw)

𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been less than two days since you lost Simon.

The image of him dying in the infirmary wing, bleeding out on the bed, was plastered behind your eyes. You saw it every waking moment and even dreamt of it during the night. You could still feel Soap’s hands squeezing your arms far too aggressively as he dragged you out of the infirmary while you cried out for Simon. You tried to claw your way to him but Soap was stronger than you by a long shot. “We have to get out of here!” he shouted at you over the cacophony of voices, people running around frantically. You let him drag you away to safety, your body limp in his hold, thinking of Simon’s dying breath.

The infirmary had promptly been boarded up, the doors all sealed tight. The breakout had begun a few weeks ago and it only just infiltrated the base. When Ghost had come back, bleeding out after a mission gone wrong, you furiously checked him for bite marks. The relief you felt when you didn’t find any was short-lived. Simon had lost a lot of blood. Too much blood. You could still see it covering your hands the days following like a wraith. You felt like his blood was still wedged under your fingernails even after scrubbing your hands violently in a bucket of water. 

With the infirmary infected and the outside world gone, you had little options but to hunker down in the barracks. There were small hunting groups that would leave base and dare to edge into the city, trying to help people, and gathering resources. Ghost had been in one of those first groups to leave the safe confines of base. You wished you had begged him to stay. Pleaded with him not to go. 

The lights above you flickered, the generator not the most reliable of equipment. You looked across the table to your teammates, trying to keep yourself pulled together. It was only at night that you let yourself feel the pain, crying yourself to sleep. 

“We’re never gonna survive here if we don’t get that medical supplies,” Soap explained. 

“It’s too dangerous, Soap. We have no idea how bad it got in there. We have no way of knowing if all the bodies left behind turned,” Price retorted, pulling off his beanie and running his hand through his hair in nerves. 

“So, what then? We’re gonna send more men off to die, tryin’ to get shit from the city?”

Price closed his eyes momentarily. The bags forming under them showed just how little sleep he was getting. “We can’t risk more men. We’d be sendin’ them to their death, Soap. We don’t have the ammo to spare.”

“We don’t know that. We’re still not even sure if it's a guarantee the dead will change, or if they have to be bit.”

“It’s too–”

You cut the men off. “I can go.” Both their heads snapped in your direction. “I’m just a technician. With everything gone to shit, I haven’t been as much help as you guys have been. I can’t fight. I can’t–”

“No. We’re not riskin’ you,” Soap said sternly. 

“Soap,” you breathed. “I’m the only one here that isn’t crucial to the team. And don’t argue with me. It’s just a fact. Let me go. I can sneak in and grab what we need. I’m far quieter than any of you boisterous men anyways.”

Soap breathed your name. He was worried about you. He could see the pain in your eyes after losing Simon. He was worried this was a suicide mission. And that you wanted that. 

“Let me be of use,” you begged. Soap wanted to argue. So did Price. But you were right. You would be the fastest. And as much as they valued you, the remaining men couldn’t survive here without Soap or Price. 

“Lass, are you sure?” Soap said finally. He wanted you to feel useful, but he didn’t want you running off and risking your life because of the pain you felt from losing Simon. 

“Let me do it, Soap. Please. I need this.”

He couldn’t argue with you. He didn’t have it in him to hurt you more than you were already hurting. 

“Fine. But I’m not happy about this.”

You stood in your gear, an empty backpack plastered to your back waiting to be filled with medical supplies. Price had gone over the layout of the wing with you, showing you exactly where you needed to go to get the right supplies on a map of the building. 

You stood before the infirmary doors, the ones that would lead to a long, winding hall that would bring you to the center of the infirmary. Off of that were several rooms and more halls, and a surgical floor. It was a large span of space to cover, but you believed you could do this. 

“Be quick about it, lass. We’ll be right here when you get back,” Soap said to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

You took in a breath and walked up to the doors that had been unlocked, a large piece of plywood that had previously been nailed against it, removed so you could go in. Before you reached out to the door handle, you turned around and rushed into Soap’s arms. He held you tightly, your head tucked right under his chin. “Don’t you fuckin�� die on me,” he mumbled into your hair. 

You pulled back and gave him a sad smile. Then you nodded at Price and faced the daunting doors again. Once you stepped through the threshold and the doors shut behind you, you could hear the plywood being put back up, a hammer nailing it in place. When you got back, you were to knock and Soap would be there waiting to let you back in. 

The hall was flickering with a few overhead lights, the generator still powering a few of the rooms in this wing. 

Ghost had a glazed-over expression when he rolled off his medical bed. The room around him was silent apart from the ticking of a clock in the corner. There was blood pooled all around him and dripping onto the tiled floor as he stood. He had some semblance of who he was, of what happened, but most of his thoughts were hazed over like he was stuck in a daydream. 

He had walked the length of the room, a sudden craving for food hitting the pit of his stomach. Any sound made him snap in that direction, rushing towards it as if on cue. He heard banging coming from one of the med rooms, the door locked and nailed over with whatever scrap of wood they could find. More people like him were trapped behind those doors, their groaning echoing down the hall. 

Ghost limped as he walked, remembering how he had been shot in his leg. He looked down at his crimson-stained pants, almost like he should be feeling pain, but he felt nothing. 

Days had passed and he roamed the halls aimlessly, not even getting bored. His mind had drifted off, somewhere that wasn’t in his body, allowing him to walk around like a zombie, completely void of any logical thought. 

He grumbled as he made his rounds, stuck in a time loop, walking down the flickering hall again and again, passing by bodies that had been left behind. 

He hesitated when he heard something. He turned to look in the direction of the noise, intrigued. It sounded like someone had just walked blindly into a metal medical tray, knocking instruments onto the floor. His movements were fast and nimble as he approached the sound. 

He froze in place when he saw you–though he didn’t know who you were at that moment. You cursed yourself for being loud but didn’t hear anything in retaliation so you figured you were safe. Your hand rested on the knife strapped to your hip anyway.

You were edging towards the main infirmary double doors, your hand touching the metal of the handle. You should go in there and get supplies, but that’s where you had last seen Simon. You didn’t have it in you to see what had become of him, his body rotting alone. 

Instead, you walked down the hall and into a storage closet, oblivious to the shell of Ghost who trailed behind you. 

You left the door to the storage room open to let in a few strips of light so you could see better. You hunched over and began to dig through the supplies that had been thrown all over the floor in panic. 

Ghost rolled his neck as he saw you in the room, your back to him. He had a sudden urge to sink his teeth deep into your skin, to tear you to shreds. In fact, he wanted nothing more; the instinct was overpowering. 

But when he got close, he could hear your voice as you mumbled to yourself, going over the list of the items you needed. You held up a pack of linens, trying to see if they were clean. “These will have to do,” you said softly, shoving them into your backpack. 

A wave of familiarity surfaced inside Ghost, a strange feeling of being alive pumping through his veins. When he got to the doorframe, he could smell you. His senses heightened, the waft of your natural scent sent Ghost into a daze. He remembered—though he wasn’t sure what he was remembering. All he knew was that he recognized that smell. 

His body had felt like it was in hibernation, his motors set on autopilot as he mindlessly walked down the halls. But suddenly, Ghost’s true mind was brought to the forefront. And his body craved you, though not in the way he had just moments earlier. He didn’t want to sink his teeth into your neck, he wanted to feel your warmth against him. 

Ghost moved with such dexterity and silence, it was clear he was no longer human. When you stood, his arms immediately wrapped around you, eliciting a scream from your throat. 

Ghost still wasn’t fully comprehending what was happening; all he knew was that his body wanted you. His hand slid up around your neck, leaving a trail of blood on your clothes. He tried to speak, but he couldn't fathom what he wanted to say. All that came out was a strangled groan. 

You sputtered, trying to catch your breath as your heart raced in your chest. Ghost felt for your pulse beneath his fingertips, relishing in the way your blood pumped through your body. 

You turned your head slightly, spying the man who had you trapped against the many shelves in the closet.

It was Simon.

Terror flooded your system. He didn’t look like himself. His eyes were glossed over, his pupils and iris almost unidentifiable, the entirety of his eyes were white, appearing like he was blind. The blood that had soaked his face had congealed, the rusted color running down his clothes where he was shot in the chest and leg. He looked just how you left him, and it sent a sense of terror through you. 

“S-Simon?” You whispered, unsure if you were caught in a nightmare. 

A groan escaped his cracked lips. You gulped. He had become one of them . 

You were certain he was about to tear you apart, just as you had seen other fallen men do to your teammates. You closed your eyes, tears rushing down your cheeks as you prepared for the worst. His hands felt cold around your neck, like ice. You shivered against him. You accepted your fate—a small part of you actually wanted it. You wanted him to end you. To take you down with him. You didn't want to be alone anymore.

He nuzzled his nose against your neck and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for him to bite you. But it never came. 

Instead, he just moved his nose against you, smelling your hair and skin. His hands were still locked tightly against you, but they began to travel across your body. You opened your eyes in shock. Ghost’s hands trailed your chest, groping you with one hand, the other sprawling over the front of your thigh and stomach. You gasped in surprise. 

You felt him harden against you, something you had experienced many times before now, and the familiarity of it made your heart pound with mixed emotions. Your mind was too caught up trying to decipher what was happening to truly take the moment in. 

Ghost’s cold hands slid under your black shirt, snaking their way up to your breasts, cupping each one in his hands. Your nipples immediately hardened from the iciness of his touch. He ground himself against your backside, making you close your eyes in a moment of reprieve. You got lost in the past, imagining this was how it used to be. How he had touched you so many times before. 

You breathed his name and he seemed to like that, for he rolled his hips against you harder, his chest rumbling in satisfaction. 

The cold of his hands left you, making you oddly yearn to have them back on your skin. His fingers traced the hem of your pants before aggressively pulling them down. He got them past the curve of your ass and turned your bodies so your hips hit the edge of a shelving unit that acted as a table. You knocked all the supplies off as Ghost pushed you down against it, using your hands to catch yourself. 

Ghost shuffled with his own pants, wasting no time at all to slip himself inside you. You called out in a brief shock of pain. He held himself deep within you, his hands squeezing as he held you, his body bent over slightly, his chest flat against your back. Your own hands reached out to grab the edge of the table to help steady yourself. The searing heat of you against his frozen skin spread through him like wildfire.

Your cries ignited a flame in Ghost’s chest—the feel of your body, the sound of your gasps, the smell of your hair—felt natural, like this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. That he was made to take you like this. That your body against him was something so ingrained in his system, that he had no choice to to let his limbs move on muscle memory. 

He began to thrust inside you, your hips hitting the table with each snap of his hips. His hand snaked around your neck, the smear of blood now coating your skin. One of your hands came up to wrap around his wrist, resting it there in support. 

You groaned as he rocked into you harder. The pain from his sudden intrusion had subsided, and now you were filled with a haze of rapture. A tear slid down your cheek. You were unable to process what was happening, but what you did know was that you had missed Simon more than anything and that this wasn’t real. This wouldn’t last longer than this moment in time. 

Ghost’s chest rumbled in pleasure as he thrusted into you. Your walls squeezed around him and he let out a loud groan. His arm not clutching your neck wrapped around your midsection, pulling you away from the table so you were flesh against him. He held you tight, almost like he couldn’t get you close enough. That if he had his way, he’d let you make a home beneath his skin. 

His hips snapped vehemently against you, his pace quickening. You moaned, your sounds coming out strangled as his cold hand held your neck. Your walls tightened around him, your climax rapidly approaching. You couldn’t quite believe that you were not only fucking your dead boyfriend, but you were going to come in record time. 

You were absolutely intoxicating to him as your warmth clenched down on him, your heat something recognizable to him, and yet, the intimacy was foreign at the same time. Now that he was devoid of his usual body temperature, the warm feeling of you around him was almost painful. 

When you mewled and cried under him, your walls spasaming, he drew himself to the edge right behind you. Ghost came inside you with a great urge, growling in your ear as he tried to support the two of you. You felt him fill you, the white fluid seeping out around where his cock continued to pump in and out of you. His movements became sloppy, your legs shaking, your hand clutching onto his wrist for dear life. 

You couldn’t hold back the cascade of tears, finally letting them flow as Ghost slowed his pace before stopping altogether. He edged out of you, his arms hesitantly letting you go, and you immediately turned around to face him, burying your face in his chest. You sobbed as he stood there. His arms didn’t reach out and hold you like he once would. He didn’t try to comfort you like he always did so well. 

But still, he just let you huddle against him, taking what you needed from him. He didn’t attack you. He didn’t try to kill you. He wasn’t himself, but he wasn’t fully gone either. You turned to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. He looked down and you stifled a cry. His white eyes were going to be permanently burned into your mind, haunting you for eternity. His face was sullen and blanched, blood smearing all across him; fresh blood dripping slightly from his mouth.

You tentatively reached a hand up and rested it on his frozen cheek. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Ghost made no indication he could even hear you. 

You took in a deep breath, willing yourself to do this, and stepped back. You adjusted yourself before slowly reaching down for your bag. Ghost stood and watched you, the only thing moving was the tilt of his head as he traced your movements. 

You shuffled to the door, anticipating him to reach out and end this daydream, ripping you apart. But he just watched you go, his mind riddled with foggy thoughts. He wanted to tear into you, but another part of him prevented him from doing so. He wanted to grab you and hold you against him for some reason. He liked the warmth your body provided. But another part of him felt nothing at all. 

He watched you leave in a stupor, his mind just barely grasping onto the image and memory of you. It’s true, he wasn’t completely gone, but he was fading fast. 

You cried violently as you stumbled back to the exit. When you banged on the doors, you heard the plywood being ripped off and the doors swinging open. Soap pulled you back into the base and held you at arm's length. “What happened?” he asked desperately. You were sobbing and covered in blood.

Should you tell him? Would Soap let you return to Simon knowing he wasn’t gone? Or would they make you stay here, letting Simon slip away forever? 

You suddenly regretted leaving him. You should have stayed with Simon, even if he was a shell of who he used to be. You should have waited the time out together until he fully lost himself, and you would let him take you down with him.