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the-grimm-writer · 1 year ago

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Hii i love your page and i was wondering... imagine billy loomis stalking you and you find yourself in a haunting adeline situation. Being chased around by him in a house of mirrors. If you don't know what i am talking about, please search "haunting adeline house of mirror". i promis you, you won't be disappointed. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU❤

I love that book so much 😭 now I wanna reread it ughh. It's one of my favorites!! And the sequel Hunting Adeline killed me, i still haven't recovered from the first half of that book :( I love you too!! 💕

Sorry this took so long! But this is perfect for Halloween <3

Warnings: Dub-con, fear play, forced orgasm, lots of reflections, some praising, fem reader

It was dead silent in the house of mirrors. Outside, you could hear the high-pitched screeches of fear followed by cheerful laughter as people ran in and out of the haunted house. It was a busy night at your local haunted carnival. Even pushing midnight, when they were supposed to be closing.

“Hello?” Your stomach dropped when you were greeted with silence. Was this part of the experience, or was someone playing some prank on you?

The deeper you walked, the more eerie everything felt. It was getting quiet and dark, seeing your warped reflections made you pause, carefully looking past yourself and trying to get any details of your surroundings.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw something behind you. A flash passed in the corner of your eye, and you jumped, immediately turning, trying to find what it was.

Something was off. You felt it the moment you walked in and the actor at the front shut the door. It was never so dark before, and you weren't used to being alone, feeling like your reflection was taunting you, trying to trick you into believing something was there that wasn't.

The more you walked around, the more it felt like your reflection was beginning to warp. Different shapes and sizes making your head spin. You stopped walking for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your heart sped up when you saw the flash of black again, making you yelp and jump back.

It was just part of the experience you signed up for, right? What's the point of a haunt if it didn't scare you? You were scared and excited.

Looking at one of your reflections, you tried reassuring yourself. This was always your favorite thing, so why were you suddenly feeling so paranoid? Like someone was chasing after you, toying with you.

A scream left your lips as you saw someone standing behind you. A man with tan skin, brown hair, and a white shirt most people would think was covered in fake blood, but you knew too well it was real.

A rough hand slammed against your mouth. His arm slid around you and locked you in place, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear as he leaned in close to you.

"Did you miss me, (Y/n)?"

Your blood ran cold, heart pounding in your chest as you looked in the mirror that disfigured your reflections, looking right at him.

He was the last person you expected to see - the last person that you wanted to see.

You shook your head, struggling against him, which just made him smirk, his dark brown eyes cold and taunting as he looked down at him.

"I don't like it when you lie to me, you know." His hand that wasn't keeping you pinned against him slowly trailed down your body. "Why else would you be at a silly little haunted house? I'm trying to get scared by fake killers when you have a real one right here."

"It's a tradition." You said back once he uncovered his mouth, voice trembling as his hand slowly moved down and wrapped around your throat. "I go every year."

Halloween was once your favorite time of year. Thrilled to go to haunted houses in your area that provided that rush of fear and excitement in a safe environment.

But then one the Ghostface killers barged into your life, changing you for the worst. And even when you denied it, both of you knew a weak jumpscare wasn't enough to keep you satisfied anymore.

“You know, you told me once you wanted to experience what it’s like be in a horror movie, didn't you?" He chuckled, keeping you pressed against his chest. "I know you, (Y/n), better than you know yourself."

No, you never wanted your darkest fantasies to come to light. You never imagined that someone would find out about them. Much less a psychopathic killer like him.

You should hate him, fight against him, scream for help like any sane woman would. Yet you found yourself rubbing your thighs together as his stalker kept you close to him. Even if you do hate him, he always found a way to make your body respond to him.

Chills ran down your spine, your body shaking with fear but you couldn't deny the wave of desire that shook through your core as you watched in the mirrors him lean in to you so he could press his lips against your ear. "I'm here to fill those fantasies for you. I always have been." He pulled his hand away from your mouth so you could speak.

"Billy." You shakily said his name, finally speaking up. "I thought you were dead, or you were hiding somewhere." You felt so foolish now, thinking that would stop him from getting to you. You tried to force yourself to go back to normal by being here. One of your biggest mistakes.

"You know nothing could keep me away from you, sweetheart." He said, teasing you as he pulled the hem of your shirt up before he unclipped your bra.

You stayed stiff as he pulled off your shirt. Even when you turned and tried to move away, your reflections taunted you, forced to watch as he stripped you of more than just your clothes.

"Did you miss me that much, (Y/n)?" He chuckled. "Try to replace all those feelings I gave ya? I was only gone for a few weeks, I told you I was just tying up some loose ends then I'd be back for you."

How could you forget your personal stalker? The infamous masked killer that took extra pleasure in torturing and terrorizing you in multiple different ways.

"No!" You bit out, trying to maintain your tough act for as long as you could.

A whimper left your throat, refusing to admit or deny it. Of course you had those fantasies. Wasn't it normal? It wasn't bad if it just remained a fantasy.

“Look at yourself, (Y/n). Look at us. This is who we are." You shivered as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "Those weak little haunted houses weren't made for us. You need the real deal."

You almost screamed as he yanked your hair back hard, forcing you to stare at your reflections. "Admit it." He demanded, his eyes connecting with yours through the wavy mirror.

"I..." You took a deep, shaky breath. "I need you, Billy."

He smirked at this. "Are you scared (Y/n)?" You whined, nodding your head as his other hand slipped into your pants, rubbing your pussy against your underwear, making him chuckle as he felt the wetspot that was already there. "Yeah, I can tell. You're fuckin terrified."

Roughly, he yanked your pants and underwear down, never once breaking his intense gaze on you as he did the same for himself. The sound of his pants unzipping ringing in your ears.

"Mine." He hissed as he lined himself up with you, making you scream as he started roughly thrusting into your tight hole without a moments hesitation. "All fucking mine."

You cried out as his cock slammed into you, his hand gripping your hair tight, forcing your back to arch back, never breaking eye contact through the mirrors until you looked back down.

After a minute you slowly started adjusting to his roughness, a broken moan leaving your lips as he hit the spot you knew you were most sensitive at. Pain and pleasure twisting together, how it always felt being with Billy.

Billy's grunts filled your ears, making you look at him in the mirrors as he held onto you like you were about to disappear from his sight. Your breasts bouncing as he continued to fuck you, the sound of skin slapping against naked skin continued to fill your ears.

"Still so tight for me." He chuckled against you, pushing into your cunt deep. "My pretty little slut."

Shame went through you, unable to stop the small moans that left your lips while he pounded into you. "Billy!" You yelped as he turned your head to the side and slammed his lips against yours.

He kissed you with an overwhelming passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to take complete control. You weakly kissed him back, unable to keep up with him until he pulled away, letting you take deep shaky breaths as his cock stayed buried inside you.

Your small gasps against his lips caused him to growl softly, his speed increasing as he pounded into you almost with a primal, animalistic desire.

"I'm never letting you go again." He said softly as his hips jerked against yours, keeping your body pressed against his, his breath hitting your cheek. "Now cum." He growled as your pussy throbbed around him, his free hand slapping your ass hard before roughly rubbing your clit.

You whined a bit, clenching your fists together since you had nothing to hold onto as he pounded into you until your eyes started crossing.

"Too - too fast!" You whined out, biting your bottom lip hard as you felt the familiar pressure building up.

His grip on your hair tightened, his pace increasing in response as he grunted. "That's not what I said. Now be a good girl and do as I say."

"I'll see you when you get home, (Y/n)." He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before you collapsed, slowly walking out of the house of mirrors. Finally leaving you alone. Just for a little bit more, at least.

You whimpered, nearly forgetting everything as you screamed out, tears burning in your eyes as you felt yourself cumming hard, flooding his cock with your juices.

Billy swore, but you didn't hear him as you shook against him, body filled with a pleasure only he was able to twist out of you. And you knew he was getting closer by the way he held onto you, throwing his head back.

He slammed into you one more time before he finally stopped, letting out a satisfied groan as thick, hot cum filled you up. Your legs were shaky from your own orgasm, unable to keep yourself up as he finally let go of your hair and pulled himself out of your leaky pussy.

You laid there panting, body sweaty as your twisted reflections surrounded you, replaying what had just happened like a rewinded tape.

Slowly, you forced yourself to stand up and pull your clothes back on, the twisted mirrors never failing to remind you. You were just as sick as him.

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cillyscribbles · 8 months ago

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i promised cats metaposting 2 bagpipe boogaloo and i am a bitch of my word here we go

cats 1998: the rum tum tugger + these hands are rated G for grizabella

(theory wank under cut call that catracter development)

(theory wank about munkustrap & grizabella here for those uninitiated)

RIGHT SO unfortunately this one is no longer semi-coherent overanalysis of microexpression but a full descent into conspiratorial madness, so please remain aware of the fact that this is a tangent missing textual support at the best of times. it's entirely possible and even likely that rum tum tugger is genuinely just a bitch to grizabella because that's who he is as a person and doesn't like what she smells like or something idfk. anyway.

welcome to my red string board of why rum tum tugger actually doesn't dislike her for no reason and totally has depth and yeah we're poor little meow meowing a white boy with more hubris than eyeliner, classic essay genre on tumblr, at least he's a catboy this time and the hubris-eyeliner ratio is actually a close call.

anyway, for any of my theorizing to make sense, here are the two headcanons it's all based on:

grizabella is an (ex-)wife of old deuteronomy and the mother of rum tum tugger (and munkustrap if you're so inclined)

grizabella left the jellicle cats at some point when rum tum tugger was a kitten or otherwise a very young cat

and honestly the rest just flows from the mommy issues to be honest. there's a load of alternate explanations and theories and headcanons and mine's by no means the right one necessarily, but i do have to admit the family angst it allows for is balls to the walls insane because it just. it fits what we see on screen so well!

look at this clown i love him. he ONLY does the puff-up at grizabella. and even though that supports my theorizing it's also honestly a bit of a loss i think. it's such an evocative cat-thing. i want him to do that when something jumpscares him lmao. i NEED him to do that at old deuteronomy jokingly and get cuffed on the back of the head by munkustrap for being a professional youngest child. anyway

don't get me wrong, the fact that tugger has a grudge against grizabella isn't anything special, most older cats do; hell, some of them deliberately walk past her Judgementally (bombalurina, notably) or shake their head at her in disapproval (jennyanydots), but it's so pointedly constant and so pointedly Pointed with tugger that it draws my eye. every time she appears, he has to clearly and explicitly broadcast his displeasure with the fact that she's daring to breathe at them.

like, she's not In His Way or anything here. he doesn't have to walk past her if he doesn't want to. he doesn't have to look at her; plenty of other cats pretend she doesn't exist when she looks at them. but not only does he do all those things, he explicitly looks at her and puffs his coat up again. he's walking at a fairly brisk pace toward her and actually slows down to do it. it's such a deliberately mean thing to do it's stuck between really extra and really petty. exactly the same with the jellicle choice scene.

my man's being so petty this should be constituted as bullying lmao. look at that! nobody likes you still! sucks to be you i guess! like. this man would be pouncival doing the fake pranks and scratching her if he was a kitten. he's just, constantly upping his level of mean to her. in the first scene he at least has the decency to walk out in the opposite direction of her.

a really professional youngest child. again, all that ^ is fairly grounded thought on character performance i think if you don't really connect it to anything, but i'm connecting it to abandonment issues for maximum ouch lmao.

so, bear with me for a moment: for whatever reason, grizabella leaves the jellicles, including her husband and kid(s). (if you're a fan of the theory about macavity being the third brother to munkustrap and tugger, i mean, she might've just left with him because he was her kid. i dunno.) and you're tugger. Baby tugger, even. you don't understand why she'd leave you. was it you? were you too much? were you not enough? of course not, but you're a little cat with a lot of pride and all the makings of a Petty Little Bastard in you, so you say fuck all that. i'm not too much; i'm actually more than enough. i'm the best! and i'll make damn sure you never forget it!

i feel like if you include munkustrap in that too it gets to be a really interesting dynamic. tugger's mean and angry and going out of his way to show it, and munkustrap is just kind of. "can we not do this" about it. really seems like he'd rather be somewhere else, but, i mean, welcome to The Unpleasant Shit being his job. professional eldest sibling.

she approaches him and he actively goes absolutely not oh look at that what a nice corner i'll just go stand over there. meanwhile tugger's determined to be all OH! OH LOOK WHO'S HERE!!!! WELCOME HOME CHEATER!!!!!! about it. like i already made a post about this so i won't get into it again but i really don't think munkustrap is all that mad at her, which gives tugger's attitude some nice contrast.

continuing with dynamics for a moment, i feel like tugger either has real Attuned Parental Figure Senses or is surprisingly perceptive for his character? this isn't necessarily connected with the point before, but i mean, he stops his whole entire number MID-DANCE MOVE to point out grizabella. he does do it with great flow though you must admit.

he loves attention!! that's established!! whether or not he's up for it at All Times we can have a discussion about (he really just dips out after his number to recharge for a good while lol) but he's here having the time of his life, BOOM one whiff of grizz and he's tearing down the party decorations, that's it, everyone go home.

i'd attribute it to him just Really Having That Big of a grudge if he didn't also kinda sorta activate his Deuteronomy Detect power during the lad's arrival LMAO.

look at that! he beats munkustrap to it! admittedly i can't see the rest of the stage so it might be that all the other cats already saw it and he's just pointing old deuteronomy out to munkustrap as the latter's too busy looking the other way. but it's still a funky way to get in character traits besides Mean & A Whore!

ok and another notable thing, and to me something really interesting, it that tugger never does end up touching grizabella, even though he has the choice to.

after she's first accepted back via touch from victoria, the cats sort of line up to show their affections too. it's a really nice scene in my opinion, you get the sense that all those cats really are happy to be able to take back an old friend and i'm all for it. but the cherry is that tugger is being Really Interestingly Acted here - he leads cassandra closer so she can reach out to grizabella, but tugger himself stays behind with this sort of blank expression over him. even those cats i mentioned before - jennyanydots and bombalurina - get the moment to hold grizabella's hands and smile and encourage her on. tugger doesn't do that.

grizabella doesn't touch every cat, granted, but even those she doesn't touch are reaching out to her, which is pretty much as good as. they all do enough of that sort of implied gesture throughout the musical that it shows it's affection and acceptance all the same whether or not physical contact is made, like for example old deuteronomy's greeting and the moments before the jellicle choice; the first one's posed similarly to grizabella's return, everyone's trying to touch old deuteronomy, but they're perfectly fine with sort of just reaching out and being reached out to (note mr mistoffelees and bombalurina). in the second one it's even sillier because both munkustrap and old deuteronomy could clear the like 10cm of distance between them, but the reaching and willingness is more than enough for that mutual understanding to come between them. basically intent > result (side note: this is not a good rule for life outside of the cats musical).

tugger doesn't reach out. doesn't try to get any closer than he already got and stays in the shadow behind the rest, just watching her go for a bit before he dips again.

with the way he's squashed behind asparagus jr here i can't tell if he's bowing or nodding or what, but i think it'd be really funny if he was just trying to make himself shrink a little. like hanging his head nope i'm not here don't look at me goodbye. so completely contradictory to his usual vibe it's hilarious.

it is interesting to think about though, in my opinion, that he spends pretty much the rest of the musical in the shadow and separated from the other celebrating cats. he climbs up onto the chest and stays on that platform for the rest of the show while the other cats are being directed by munkustrap to follow and then surround old deuteronomy.

it's interesting - he may be positioned above the other cats physically, but it makes him feel sort of separated if you know what i mean. there's usually this pretty clear separation between munkustrap and the other cats when they're on screen, they might crouch when he stands and reach out to him when he's talking, but this time munkustrap is just down there calling upon the vibes with the other cats, and only makes his way up to old deuteronomy's right after grizabella's gone and it's time for the closing number. rum tum tugger straight up bounces as they're going to the russel hotel LMAO.

he does hype her up as she's going up, which is also really cute. he's off to the side so the other cats aren't really looking at him, but even as old deuteronomy shows her the rest of them, grizabella's eyes linger on tugger's wee rockstar schtick and it just kind of melts me.

anyway. man may be conflicted but he's happy mum gets a retry whether anyone likes it or not. and i think that's nice. :)

#good god yall better enjoy this #cats 1998 #cats the musical #the rum tum tugger #grizabella #jellicle cats #my gif stuff #gifset #movieedit #musicaledit

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viviettezheart · 2 months ago

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{2} Phone call - K. Bakugo

Note: smut, murder, masked, phone call, fem!victim!reader, aged up katsuki, dub-con, barely any dialogue, short?

★📞

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a random phone calls turns to a not so random meeting…

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓‘𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hope you enjoy…

📞★

“Yeah you’re totally right Melissa, i should have just let her rotten in this hell house but i saved her and she has the audacity to call the cops on me and tell everyone that i did that to her!?” You complained to your best friend Melissa while bathing in your white ceramic bathtub with a golden faucet you begged your daddy to install when you moved out on your own.

“Haha yeah no i haven’t been talking to him…i know i know i should apologize to him but i’m still upset at him…” you giggle and sigh while sinking more into the bad tub filled with hot water and bubbles which where covering the whole tub. On the phone you had your daily call with Melissa where you both tell each other the latest drama since you both live in different cities and need you keep each others updated.

“Hold on a sec I’m getting another call wait on the line i’ll be back…” “hello?” You asked on the new phone call. “Hello? Is there someone? Hellooo?” But you were getting no responses so you just ended the call but right as you ended it the same number call you again. “I sweat to good if its one of your pranks Denki! I’m burying you alive and wait for you at the grave in case you dig you way up…” you threatened the person who you think it was and hung up, going back to melissa’s line to tell her what just happened.

“Oh i’m so excited for the movie…” you giggled to yourself as you dried yourself and put on a rosa shoulder off sweater and some grey sweatpants. Making your way to the kitchen you noticed a car you never seen before parked in front of your house. “Unusual…but they probably just parked on the wrong side” you thought and shrugged your shoulders as you open the cabinet, pulled out a bag of popcorn and threw them in the microwave.

As the popcorn began to heat up and pop you walked to your tv and bend down, putting the cd you borrowed from your older brother the cd recorder. It was a horror movie, perfect for this month and weather… as you did that you suddenly felt a presence walk past your kitchen and livingroom which was connected. “Hello!?” You yelled but no answer, probably just your imagination.

In the middle of the movie a scary jumpscare scene came on making you scream and almost drop the bowl which is filled with delicious sweet popcorn but as you screamed it was suddenly muffled by a glove coverd hand. Your eyes widen and you looked up only to stare into two red eyes but the face was covered by a balaclava. The guy but his finger against his lip, making a shh as a sign for you to shut the fuck up.

You nodded and he walked around after taking his hand off you mouth. You followed his movements and now he stood before you, he looked huge and intimidating as he caressed your beautiful face. Thumb sliding alonge your pink lips before he took your ankel in his hands and slide you on the edge of the couch. Spreading your legs and pressing his buldge against your clothed wet cunt. It turned you on even if its a intruder you still liked it and made a wet stain between your legs.

Your eyes widen as he ripes your sweatpants off pulls your panties to the side and slides his fat cock inside without any lub, it hurt but also felt good. You moand and sobbed a little as he thrusted in and out of you like an animal until suddenly your phone rang again. The guy reached for it and accepted the call, holding it against your ear.

“H-Hello?…” you answered trying to hold back moans. It was your mother who wanted to check up on you but she choose the worst time every. “Honey…how are you doing? I hope you had a good day…” she said sweetly you felt bad that she called at the worst time but now you couldn’t change it. “I-ugh-i’m doing f-fine…what a-about you…” you keept the conversation so she wouldn’t think something is wrong. The guy had enough and just ended the call making your mother think you hung up on her.

Your hands which weren’t tied up were reaching for his mask trying to take it off but he noticed it and ‘tsk’ed before taking your arms in one hand as you whimperd. “W-Who are you?!” You asked pantingly but he shaked his head refusing to tell you but his eyes…his eyes are telling you you know him. After a few more rough thrust he came inside, you thought is going to be over but you thought wrong…

You screamed as he pulled out a knife and stabbed you right in the chest but not hard enough to meet your heart…You pushed him away with your feet and got up from the couch but since he fucked you so roughly your legs gave up making you fall on the floor, you tried crawling away but he took your ankles and slide you back to him as you screamed for your life. He turned you around and began stabbing you to death, blood splashing everywhere, on the couch, your body, his face. The last thing you were able to do was grab his mask and rip it off his face…

…it was katsuki. You ex boyfriend who you’re upset with…

#vivi’s kinktober #anime #anime smut #katsuki x reader smut #bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha #mha smut #aged up characters #murder #tw blood #smut

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theamazingdigitalraceway · 28 days ago

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THE HALLOWEEN DLC

A RACEWAY AU CANON SPINOFF

WARNING: body horror, blood, gore, peril, suggestive, alcohol

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"I have a very special announcement, my wonderfully wacky wallabies!" Caine floated overhead as everyone filed into the garage from their daily race. "According to my calendar, tomorrow is Halloween! And I know how much you all just LOVE your holidays!" An oversized monthly calendar appeared with pictures of Bubble posing with fancy cars. It flipped open to October, where the 31st was circled multiple times in red.

"OOO! The Halloween race! It's one of my favorites!" Ragatha clapped and bounced on her toes. "I can't wait to see what role you play, Loo!" She held her girlfriend's hand excitedly.

Loo smiled, "I've never been part of a spooky track before."

"And spooky it shall be! I even have fun costumes planned out for all of you this year! Along with tons of tricks and treats around every corner!" Caine tore the calendar in half and it exploded into a shower of candy and decorations that covered the inside of the garage.

Gangle shielded herself from the falling candy with her sketchbook. "There's not going to be a lot of jumpscares, will there?"

"Don't be a drag! What's a haunted track without jump scares to keep you on your toes?" Caine took a piece of candy off of Gangle's book and popped it in his mouth wrapper and all. "Don't worry, the people in the front of the pack will get them more than those in the back."

Gangle wasn't really reassured. She just looked at Zooble sadly, silently begging them to stay close to her on the track.

Pomni cringed. Of course there was a Halloween race. "Caine-"

"Yes, my dear?" He popped up in front of her, eager to hear what she had to say.

"Um, can I opt out tomorrow?"

Caine deflated, "Opt out?"

"Yeah, I don't really like horror, and I don't handle jumpscares that well." Pomni rubbed her arm anxiously. She could see the disappointment on Caine's face. "I'm sorry, but I'd just...rather not..."

Caine straightened up, taking Pomni's hand. "It's alright. All tracks are optional. If you'd you'd really rather not participate, you don't have to. There's always the next holiday."

"Thank you." She gave him a grateful smile.

Caine gazed back at her lovingly for so long, the others felt awkward witnessing it. Jax popped up between them. "So! How hard are you going on the scare factor this year? It's not going to be BORING, is it?"

Caine and Pomni separated with a simultaneous yelp. Pomni thumped Jax on the head out of reflex. "Don't do that! What did I just say about jumpscares!?"

Jax shoved Pomni away from him by her face. "Whatever, short stack."

Caine fixed his hat. "Now, now, I mustn't spoil too much! Part of what makes Halloween special is the surprise. With that said, rest up, everyone! Tomorrow is a big day!" He disappeared in a puff of smoke shaped like a pumpkin.

"Well, all of that sounds exciting." Gummigoo mentioned from his relaxed lean against the wall.

"Tch, you don't even know what Halloween is." Jax snarked.

"So? Still sounds fun. Unlike you, right now. You sound like a spoiled brat unwilling to let anyone have more excitement than you over this holiday." Gummigoo air quotes. "If you want to be a killjoy, save it for the track."

Jax's ears flatten in offense to Gummigoo's accusations and got in his face. "Listen here, you pile of gelatin-"

"Nah." Gummigoo pushed Jax back with a single hand and walked past him dismissively, leaving Jax stunned. Gummigoo sat next to Pomni and grabbed a handful of candy from one of the decorative bowls that appeared when Caine's calendar exploded. "You sure you don't want to race tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Gummigoo, but I really can't handle it unless it was a pretty tame family friendly event. Knowing Caine, I highly doubt it."

"If it's anything like last year," Zooble chimed in. "The track itself will be pretty intense."

"But the Halloween party after the race is a lot of fun." Gangle said. "It makes dealing with the race worth it. I mean, I'm sure you can still join the party even if you don't race, but it does feel more like a reward when you brave the track first. Like a yummy caramel apple after a haunted house."

"Yeah, I'm good. I'll just have the caramel apple." Pomni took a piece of candy offered to her by Gummigoo.

"Fair enough." Gangle shrugged.

Caine sorted through some digital files in his workshop. "Let's see...Pomni, Pomni, Pomni, AH! Here she is." He separated a piece of code and flicked it away, where it fizzled into nothing. "There, I removed her costume from the event. Since...she won't need it." He sighed.

Bubble appeared next to Caine, floating upside down. "Why the long face, boss?"

"It's nothing, Bubble." Caine zipped the Halloween file back up and looked out at the track prepared for tomorrow.

"Disappointed she won't see you're craftsmanship, huh? Are you building things just to impress her?" Bubble asked with a mischievous grin.

Caine clutched the file so tight, the file made an error sound. "No! I just- SHE- I'm- ....take this to the mainframe, would you?" He shoved the file in Bubble's mouth. "I've got some final prep to do." He floated away with an intense blush burning between his teeth.

"Wahevah oo shay, bosh." Bubble giggled.

There was a soft disturbance of static on an asset next to Bubble. A small arc jumped to the file between their teeth. The zipped file glitched, but Bubble took no notice as they teleported away. Bubble reappeared in a grey space with a giant pillar reaching endlessly into the blank sky, and going just as far out of sight downward. The static in the file buzzed excitedly. However, when Bubble teleported through the pillar wall, the static was left behind. The static buzzed angrily, snaking around the pillar and tried to force it's way in. The pillar's security was too strong. The static couldn't just go through. It needed to be weakened. Broken. The static arced out of sight.

Bubble spat out the file and it unzipped itself in the air. The code introduced to the mainframe was orange and black and purple, and jittered and glitched. "Oooo, nice effects, boss. Very aesthetic." Bubble left, their task complete.

The code of the entire game started to change. The colorful glitched code spread like a virus. A face appeared on the code, one of glowing eyes and sharpened teeth. The code erupted into red and orange fire, an evil laugh echoing through the pillar.

Pomni wasn't sure why she woke up. Her room was peacefully dark and quiet, so she rolled over to get comfortable again and tried to go back to sleep. A disturbance from one of the rooms next to hers made her ears perk. A pained moan came through the wall, much clearer this time. Pomni sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. More awake, she could tell it was coming from Gummigoo's room.

More moans and groans, but now they came from beyond her door. "What in the world?" Pomni got out of bed and stuck her head out to the loft. She looked both ways, hearing groans turn into grunts and some screams. Pomni jumps, slamming her door and locking herself inside. Her heart started to pound with panic. "Okay, I'm having a dream. That's it. Weird dream. Super weird-"

BANG!!

Something heavy hit her wall and roared. There was a comption from the other side, like fighting. Pomni backed up to her window, nearly hyperventilating. More crashing. More banging. More unworldly, animalistic sounds. Then, something was coming under her door. Sickly green ooze slid across the floor towards Pomni. The ooze had fragments of bones floating in it and it stunk with a strangely sweet vapor that burned Pomni's lungs. A large gator head rose from the ooze, dripping with the foul substance. Then another. And a third. All three heads opened their terrible maws and gave a hauntingly low moan.

Pomni was in tears, ready to jump out the window. "Gummigoo?? Oh god!"

The ooze advanced slowly, parts of it literally reaching out for her. The wall to Pomni's left exploded. A large, gangly rabbit beast crashed through, fighting tooth and claw with a beast made of mismatched limbs. The debris squished the ooze down, away from Pomni, but it was slowly working its way through the cracks and gaps.

The rabbit got the chimera by the neck with its teeth and threw it at Pomni, she ducked out of the way in time for it to break through the window and fall two stories to the ground outside. Pomni didn't stick around to identify this monster. She bolted for the new hole in the wall. The rabbit lunged to give chase, but fell flat on its face when one of its back lacks was stuck in the corrosive ooze seeping up from the debris pile.

The walls between multiple bedrooms were broken, furniture was upturned and smashed. "Anyone!? Help!" She tripped and nearly went face first into a desk, but she caught herself. The heavy rattling of chains sliding across the floor made her pause for only a moment, but it was long enough for her leg to be snagged by a thick chain.

A pile of chains and ropes clawed its way up the ceiling. A mangled kitsune mask with impossibly long teeth and glowing eyes stared back at her. Pomni fought the chain's hold. "No! Let me go!" Her cries were answered by more chains attempting to bind her.

Pomni's struggle was joined by laughter. Two disturbingly delighted voices from the shadows of the adjacent room came closer. A thin hand gripped the ceiling as the entering entity hand to duck. A woman far too tall with twisted limbs and mouths in places she shouldn't, grabbed at the chains holding Pomni.

The second laughing voice lumbered in as a broken mannequin. Her hair was thin and wild, her eye was sunken and covered in maggots. Her limbs hung by mere threads. Rotted stuffing fell from her like ash. "Play..." Rasped the broken doll.

As Pomni struggled, she realized the chains were trying to tie down her right hand specifically. In her panic, she had forgotten. She fought harder, but the chains were tightening and the drooling mouths of the tall monster woman were baring down on her. "Caine!"

The floor broke apart as another monstrous being entered the already crowded room. A massive worm covered end to end with realistic human eyes split the room in two. The rotten doll fell through and the woman covered in moths roared at the intruding worm. The worm roared back. It's front spitting open to reveal too many teeth and a large eye in the center. The worm attacked, shoving the tall woman back and digging into her stomach. The monster woman's stomach split open to reveal its own teeth and bit back. Monster blood sprayed the room as they struggled.

The chains around Pomni loss end as the mass of tangled chains slid away from the confrontation. Pomni kicked her legs and arm free and staying out of reach of the long grasping limbs of the mouth covered monster. The window in the room was already broken. Pomni snapped her hand and threw herself out the window.

She never hit the ground. Protective arms held her close as she was flown high above the garage. "Pomni! Thank goodness, I thought you changed too!"

"Caine!" Pomni hugged him tight, still shaking. "What's happening!? There are monsters everywhere!"

"I don't know, the whole game's gone sideways! I'm locked out of the mainframe and everything is glitching, look!"

Sure enough, the entire world around them was glitching out. Textures mixed and fanished into darkness. The default track was partly changed into a new track that resembled a haunted carnival, but parts of it disappeared at random. The monsters inside the garage broke out and scattered to the new world. All of them resemble her friends, but in the most grotesque ways

The start line was made of bones, topped with flaming skulls. The display was as bright and colorful as ever, juxtaposed to the grim sight of realistic human remains. Only one kart was at the ready: Pomni's.

Caine put two and two together. "I think...you need to race."

"WHAT!? No way! Do you even see the state of the track!?"

"It's unstable because there are no racers. The race has been activated but no one is playing. I think, if you just run the course and complete the programmed task, things should go back to normal."

"You THINK??"

"I can only make an educated guess, Pomni! This has never happened before! I- I don't know what else to do!" He pleaded with her.

"You do it!"

"I can't! I'm not a designated racer!"

Pomni took deep breaths. "I swear, of this is all an elaborate prank to get me to participate in Halloween-"

"I swear on my life, it's not. This is a perversion of my vision! Everything is...wrong. Please, Pomni. I need your help."

Pomni looked out at the game half falling apart, then Caine. The sincerity in his eyes told her he was telling the truth. "Okay...I'll do it."

"Oh, thank you!" He pressed his bottom teeth to her forehead in a grateful kiss. "My brave racer, thank you! Let's get you geared up." He teleported with her to the start line and set her down. He snapped and her tracksuit changed into tan pants, mudded boots, and a brown leather jacket. She kept her jester hat, but gained large giggles and a satchel for accessories. Pomni looked down at herself. "Is this really necessary?"

"If we want the program to finish, we have to complete the task in it's entirety. Besides, you look great." Caine crossed his arms, proud of the movie action hero inspired get up.

Pomni sighed, letting it go. "Alright. Let's get this over with." When she got in her kart, the track stabilized. Everything gradually changed to the overboard Halloween aesthetic, with only a few small glitches here and there.

Caine twirled his cane, but instead of holding up to his mouth to make his announcements, he dropped it. He felt...strange. A violent vibration from his very core made him clench and cringe in pain.

"Caine? Caine, are you okay!?"

Caine's teeth clenched and his body glitched as he screamed in agony.

"Caine!?"

Caine's head went orange and morphed into a giant pumpkin. His clothes became more elaborate. The tips of his fingers sharpened and dug into his new head as his muffled screams continued. Suddenly, the pumpkin split apart with a burst of red and gold fire. White fire eyes burned bright as the screams became maniacal laughter. "Finally..."

Pomni could only stare in shock and disbelief. She felt a chill when the new Caine looked down at her, then screamed when he teleported right in front of her.

"Already afraid? Good." Caine's voice was ghostly and hissed like blazing fire.

"Caine..? Are you...still you?" Pomni sat as far back as she could from the pumpkin head in her space.

"Of course I am, my dear." He dragged a clawed finger down her jaw, then pushed her chin up with the sharp point, forcing her to look up at him. "But I've realized there's no point in wasting such a perfectly good track. Especially now that I have you all to myself. I want to play a game."

"Caine, this isn't funny. Just-"

Caine roughly gripped her chin. "Oh, but it is. You, my lone racer, will run my course. Survive three laps and you shall be rewarded." His blazing eyes very obviously ogled her. "Fail..." He chuckled darkly, "And it's game over."

Pomni's eyes went wide. "What happens..?"

Caine leaned in close, lowering his voice to a haunting whisper. "Have you even thrown a kitten a wall so hard you split it's little head in two?"

"What the- NO! What do you- ...the exit is broken....oh god." Pomni realized.

Caine flew away from her, laughing and spinning in the air. His high collar, blood red coat flared out, showing his black and orange striped corset vest. His gold ascot and cumberbun accented a black dress shirt and pants. His typical shoes where long, knee-high boots with raised heels. The only part of him Pomni recognized was the black and white checkered pattern on the inside of his coat.

"Don't get caught! Don't delay! For there is more than mere tricks on this track! If you die in the game, you die in real life! Your friends will be doomed to roam my labyrinth forever! RACE! FOR! YOUR! LIFE!!" Caine's shrill laugh was echoed by the stands of broken and mangled NPCs.

Pomni's kart started without her promoting it. She was out of options. Race or die. The rush was already coursing through her avatar. She wasn't shaking anymore, she was determined. Her back was against the wall. Her friends were counting on her. She gripped the steering wheel and reved the engine while glaring down Caine.

Caine's fire flared in response. "Excellent..." He hissed with glee. He snapped his fingers and Bubble appeared with a human spine hanging from their mouth, a realistic skull swinging at the end.

The left eye lit up.

Pomni narrowed her eyes at Caine.

The right eye lit up.

Caine's broken pumpkin grin looks down on her, his hands behind his back.

The human jaw opened with a ghoulish green light glowing from the back of the mouth.

Pomni burned out off the start line and took off into he unknown horrors that waited her. Caine laughed again, manic that he had someone to play with.

Spooky carnival music started to play and he addressed the audience in the stands. "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and ghouls! Step right up! Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of delight, horror, fantasy and terror! Your every wish is our command! Your every whimsical desire brought to life! But I'm warning you... there's always a price. WELCOME TO THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED!!"

The dark carnival is in town

Normally, Pomni could tune out the ambient game music, but it was in her ears this time. She couldn't ignore the chorus of taunting haunts. The carnival the track when through was dilapidated but still had lights and running rides. The track boosters glowed purple and the surprise boxes looked like ghostly pumpkins.

You better be ready

Just follow the parade

Of dancing skeletons

Full of ghoulish delights

Around every corner

Don't tell your parents you're here

They will soon be mourners

Welcome to the lower birth

Pomni avoided skeletons emerging from the track, reaching for her kart. She grabbed a pumpkin.

The greatest show unearthed

We appear without a sound

The darkest show around

We will leave you in a daze

Madness, murder, dismay

We will disappear at night

With blood on the concrete

I will be your ticket taker

Pomni gasped, seeeing Loo and Ragatha out on the carnival midway and making a grab at her kart. Blood oozed from Loo's many mouths as she moved with speed she didn't show before. Red threads from Ragatha tried to tangle Pomni, but was lit on fire by Pomni's chili pepper item. Pomni stepped on it to outrun Loo, drifting the kart into a fun house.

Come inside, it's a dream

Enter the fun house of mirrors

No one can hear you scream

We can supply anything

That your heart desires

But the consequences

Will surely be dire

Welcome to the lower birth

Pomni didn't make it far before Gummigoo and Gangle made grabs for her. Chains and green ooze gab right though the walls and came from all directions in the hall of mirrors. "Screw the mirrors!" She drove through them to get back to the track.

The greatest show unearthed

We appear without a sound

The darkest show around

We will leave you in a daze

Madness, murder, dismay

We will disappear at night

Pomni got another Pumpkin, but had to avoid breaks in the track before she could use it. Kinger, the giant worm, breached the surface and came down over her again and again. She swerved though every near miss.

With blood on the concrete

Come inside for the ride

She thought she got away but then something heavy landed on the hood of her kart. She flipped over the obstacle and was delayed for a mere second, but it was long enough to allow the chimera with the triangular head to charge. Pomni drove off with Zooble in hot pursuit.

Your deepest, darkest fears

The best night of your life

You're never leaving here

The unknown

The unseen

Is what you're gonna find

Witness this

Witness that

Until you lose your mind

Welcome to the lower birth

Zooble's snake tail snapped at Pomni as their uncanny human hand dug into her track like an animal. They jumped at her and Pomni was almost grabbed, but Pomni got a hold of the knife in Zooble's head and forced it in further. Zooble fell back.

The greatest show unearthed

We appear without a sound

The darkest show around

We will leave you in a daze

Madness, murder, dismay

We will disappear at night

Pomni jumped the break in the track over a swirling pool of mass hysteria. "Is that all of them??" The flash of purple in her peripheral told her otherwise. She put the pedal to the floor just in time for Jax to lash out at her. The were-rabbit's claws screeched like nails on a chalkboard against Pomni's kart. Sparks flew, but she swerved at him, sideswiped him and got him off balance.

With blood on the concrete

Pomni used her item, a booster cupcake, and rocketed towards the finish to complete lap one.

Caine watched Pomni fly by and narrowed his flaming eyes. "Is it just me folks, or was that TOO EASY? What do you say we make this more INTERESTING!?" Caine snapped and the track started to shift. Hills and curves and jumps moved out of place and changed positions.

Tracks had been shifted around lap to lap before, but not while she was actively driving on it. The track that was beneath her raised up and she had to jump to another floating piece to keep moving. The monsters and obstacles moved around her in such a way that she couldn't strategize, she could only react. She was confused, believing herself to be driving in circles around this cursed carnival.

"Are you trying to [%$!#] kill me!?" She cried out to the world around her.

Caine's voice cracked through the radio of her kart. "Why yes, I am. Certainly wouldn't be a very entertaining show If I didn't put at least a little bit of effort into ending your life."

"It's just a game, Caine!"

"Oh, my dear...your life is no game to me. When you die you'll glitch out in the game over, and when you do...you'll become a part of me. The very thought of knowing your code will be consumed by mine and be a part of it forever...I shudder."

"That's not going to happen!" Pomni shouted as she blasted through a loop and avoided a swipe from Loo's sharp fingers.

"I may not be able to force the outcome, but I can certainly stack the deck in my favor. You will be mine, Pomni. Forever."

The track split open right in front of her speeding kart. The blackness inside was a chorus of inhuman shrieks and roars. Pomni manages to keep her kart to one side, with her tire half hanging over the edge as she drives around the break.

A huge black mass rose from the pit, its multicolored eyes found Pomni immediately. Pomni threw a popper and sped off as fast as she could.The popper glitched out when it touched the abstraction, doing nothing to stop it from escaping the cellar. It was followed by another...then another...more.

The carnival was overrun with glitching, aggressive abstractions. Everything they crashed into glitched out, including those turned into monsters. The track devolved into complete chaos. Pomni wasn't even sure if there was a designated track anymore. Turns and jumps and boosters were in random spots and going off into random directions.

Caine cackled, flying over the carnage. He needed to see this for himself, not through one of his POVs. "Oh, Kinger! Your wife's home!" He watched with morbid delight at the elongated abstraction that was once Queenie stomped Kinger, popping out two of his eyes in a gush of blood.

"Yes! Yes! Jax! Tell your mother I said hello!" An abstraction with too many limbs was in an all out brawl with Jax. Chunks of flesh were bitten off and glitched out of existence.

"Such sweet family reunions! Ragatha! I know your sister missed you! You were the last name on their lips before they abstracted!" Caine screamed with laughter as Ragatha was pinned down and glitched by an oversized abstraction. Parts of her body were spazzing so far out, they were not reconnecting.

"Such carnage! Such beautiful mayhem! This is the most fun I've had in YEARS!! I feel so FREE!!" Caine's fire flared its highest, consuming his whole head and flickering several feet above him.

Pomni heard everything through her radio as she navigated the carnival. Her heart hurt for her friends. So many lost loved ones. She tried not to take everything Caine was saying too seriously, he wasn't himself. He was a victim of this corruption too.

She followed a piece of track to the rollercoaster where she had to ride the rails between coaster trains. She saw the ferris wheel next to her and figured she could use that to get over the pit again.

Items pumpkins were all over the place now. She grabbed one she went by on a jump. Using the clown horn from it, she spooked the avatar tiona trying to follow her and her kart hit the ferris wheel. The momentum from the hit for the wheel so spin fast. Fats enough, that she was flung off an over the pit end over end. With Jax distracted, she blew right by him and made a run for the finish line.

Caine was enthralled by the abstractions. Loo and Gummigoo were cornered by a particularly aggressive abstraction. Loo was crushed and broken in half by the glitching, while Gummigoo was relatively unharmed but just as incapacitated. The gator heads that emerged from the ooze were put down the moment they formed.

"Oh, to see them have fun again. I have missed you all."

"I hope you're ready to put them back!"

"What??" Caine turned to see Pomni cross the finish line a second time. One more and she finishes the race. "No! I won't let you win so easily! You're too far ahead-!! ...You're too far ahead." Caine's laugh starts as a slow realization and crescendos into a maniacal cackle that hurts his ribs. He would cry with mirth if he could. "Oh, my dear, you know not what's coming. Death approaches fast and unseen, like a shadow in the night."

Pomni wanted to punch her own radio to shut him up, she needed to focus. Gangle spear out like a spider web between two pieces of overlapping track and carnival game tents. She had nowhere to go other than straight through, so she had to brave the tangle of chains head on. She popped a cupcake and hit a speed boost right before the tangle of Gangle. Every chain that dangled was a risk but she moved too fast.

The institution of an abstraction helped. Gangle was glitched and was too busy to reach out for Pomni. Even though Pomni did have to suck the claws twice before she was free.

The track continued to move out of sync like an every changing labyrinth. Because of Caine's desperation, the carnival was completely unrecognizable. The track and assets were folded in on each other and glitched erratically. Abstractions crawled and climbed on every broken piece. The cellar was wide open, nothing but pitch blackness below.

Pomni was well practiced at maneuvering around the obstacles and avoiding the abstractions, but trying to follow any piece of the track was impossible at this point. She jumped a barrier and tried sneaking around some of the chaos on the outside edge of the carnival. Beyond the tents was just woods, like this took place in the middle of nowhere. Pomni was locked in trying to zip last everyone when her body reacted before her mind even process what happened. A flash of silver was her only warning. It was like time slowed down. She slammed her brake in time for a clawed hand the size of her head slash across her vision mere inches from her face.

The black and silver creature landed on all fours and dug in its claws to stop. With a ear-splitting roar, it teleported and swiped at Pomni again. Pomni could barely get a good look at it, the beast was moving too fast. It appeared and disappeared at every turn and every attack was only a near miss from Pomni's hair trigger reaction time. The race rush had her in overdrive.

"YES! Destroy her avatar!" Caine's coat billowed in the non-existent wind as his excitement grew. "No one can outrun their own shadow!"

"Okay, mother[%$!#]. You want a piece of me? Come and get me!" Pomni couldn't let it take her by surprise so she got out of mess of tents and made for open track where the abstractions were. She dove under the taller ones and in between the grouped ones.

Out in the open, Pomni could catch better glimpses of what she was up against. The large, quadrupedal beast with no eyes and jagged teeth had shadows billowing from its oversized mouth. A silver-blue flame burned at the end of a long tail that left a trail of flames behind. All four legs ended with claws that gripped every surface.

"God, Seth, what did he do to you?" Pomni said to herself as she focused on loosing him in the carnival of chaos.

Seth was no shaken. He was locked on Pomni like a hunter, teleporting to her only to miss at the last second. He avoided every abstraction, maneuvered over every obstacle, and completely ignored the other racers turned monsters.

Pomni broke free of the carnival and jumped the pit. Mid-air, Seth teleported to her and she couldn't get away this time. He slashed her kart and she crashed hard on the ramp down towards the finish line. Her kart barrel rolled down the slope and hit a glitching barrier. Before she could orient herself, Seth was upon her. She slammed the accelerator and her kart started to freak out against the wall. She had no sense of up or down. She didn't know where the glitch was going to spit her out. This was her last ditch attempt to get away.

Pomni closed her eyes, not wanting this monstrous game to be the last thing she saw. She thought of her friends as she knew them. She thought of Caine as she thought she knew him. If this was it, those would be her final thoughts.

The kart broke free of the glitch, rocketing down the track as a speed so great the game could barely register Pomni's presence. Her and the kart flickered in and out of digital space, threatening to disappear. Seth had to teleport over and over just to keep up. He roared at teleport between her and the finish line, intent on bringing his great maw down on Pomni before she crossed. However, the kart collided with him so hard, it broke apart. He was thrown backwards across the finish line, Pomni crashing across with him.

A shock wave rippled across the whole track from the finish line. "NO! NOOOO!! AAAAARGH!!" The top part of Caine's broken pumpkin head came down and he held his head together as he once again experienced some of the most searing pain of his life.

The track pulled itself back together. The abstractions were pulled back into the cellar, the pits closing. Everything still looked haunted and creepy, but calm. Caine sank to the ground, falling to his knees on unsteady legs. He felt dizzy, but his head was clear again. He could think straight. His pumpkin head opened and he looked around. Seth and Pomni were passed out a good few hundred feet from the finish line. The other racers were nowhere to be seen.

He felt weak, but willed himself to teleport to Pomni. He carefully pulled her up into his lap and cupped her cheek. "Pomni..? Pomni, are you alright?"

Pomni groaned, slowly opening her eyes. "Huh..? AAAH!!" Her fist flies up and sucker punches Caine right through the bottom of his pumpkin head. Her hand gets stuck and as she rolls away from him, she takes his head with her.

Caine's body gets up and reaches out to Pomni. "Pomni! Please! Stop thrashing me around! It's me! Everything is okay! Everything is normal again!"

Pomni used her boot to pry the pumpkin jaw off her hand. "WHY DO YOU STILL LOOK LIKE THAT!?" She saw Seth and jumped away from him as he started to move. "WHY DOES HE STILL LOOK LIKE THAT!? WHY DID YOU TRY TO KILL ME!?!?"

Caine got his head back on and rubbed the sore hole Pomni left in his lower jaw. "Pomni, please calm down. The race is over. The costumes are still active. I meant for them to last the whole night. I'm guessing everyone still looks like monsters because the costumes themselves were what got corrupted. Including mine. Pomni, I am SO sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please, believe me when I tell you I don't want you to die."

Pomni was shaking head to toe and was completely exhausted as the race rush left her system. "I don't know. You seemed pretty gung-ho about making me a part of you."

"That's just the twisted version of what I really want, to be with you. Pomni, I may be a bit over the top with my affections, but I would NEVER harm you." The flames in his pumpkin lowered and dimmed, his glowing eyes saddened by the very thought of her getting hurt. "I'm still learning, but I do care about you. Do you believe that?"

Pomni gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts. "...yes." She stepped towards him but was blocked by Seth getting in Caine's face, snarling.

"Do you mind!? We're having a conversation here!" Caine doesn't back down from Seth's attempt at intimidation. "The race is over, You should go back to normal like everyone else after midnight."

Seth growled and snapped his jaws threateningly at Caine.

"Uh-huh, see, there's a reason I took away your ability to talk. Go be annoying elsewhere." Caine fire flared back up.

"I think he has every right to be upset." Pomni crossed her arms. "It's been a rather [%$!#] up night for all of us."

Seth turned his head towards Pomni briefly. Then grabbed Caine's pumpkin head and bit down. The flaming pumpkin was crushed and extinguished inside Seth's mouth. Caine's body felt the empty space where his head had been, stomped the ground indignantly, and pointed to his shoulders.

Pomni laughed. "Now I don't have to listen to either one of you. Don't worry, Caine, you'll be normal after midnight."

Caine crossed his arms in a huff.

Seth spat out the remains and sat pretty, pleased with himself.

"Hey, are you... actually okay?" Pomni carefully asked Seth.

Seth turned his head to her and nodded once before leaning his head against her and rumbling lowly in what could be interpreted as a purr.

Pomni patted his head. "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. I don't know why you two are constantly at each other like this, but let's just try and make it through the rest of the night without biting any more heads off, okay?"

Seth's duel tongues lulled out of his monster mouth and licked Pomni's face hard enough to send the goggles flying to someplace unknown.

"....gross."

Caine's body pulled Pomni away from Seth and made several hand gestures as though he were on a rant.

Seth practically grinned watching Caine silently lose his mind.

Everyone eventually found their way to the garage, still monstrous and sore. The Garage was decorated top to bottom for a Halloween party, but everyone with opposable thumbs only helped themselves to the funny juice. Pomni tossed a bottle into Gummigoo, who groaned a thrice echoed thanks.

Pomni sat with Caine on the only of the long couches. She had Caine on one side, and a giant Seth taking up the rest of the couch on the other side. Caine couldn't drink, Seth swallowed a whole bottle and Pomni was helping herself to a cup.

"So, does everyone remember what went down?" Pomni asked the others.

"Unfortunately." Rasped Ragatha, whole solemnly drank.

Loo sat next to her, pouring a drink into her stomach mouth. Her knee spoke, "I don't think I'll be interested in being part of the Halloween tracks from now on."

A mischievous chuckle made Pomni look up. Jax was up the wall, nearly on the ceiling, taking advantage of his new bodies, strength and dexterity. His grip was uncertain, as he had a few drinks before attempting this. Only a moment later, he fell from the ceiling, landing on Gummigoo. They both thrashed, trying to separate, but the more Jax struggled, the more stuck he became. No one got up to help. Jax was on his own against the gummy goo.

Gangle whimpered from her piled up body in the corner. Not even Zooble could console her. Zooble sat awkwardly on one of the recliners. Their quadrupedal body sat limply, the snake tail chugged bottle after bottle. "Caine, I mean this with every fiber of my being: go [%$!#] yourself."

"It wasn't his fault. The game's been experiencing a lot of glitches lately." Pomni lightly defended. In truth, she didn't know what went down any more than anyone else. "Speaking of, Caine, shouldn't you check the mainframe?"

Bubble popped in right over Caine's shoulders. "I was just there! Everything is still kind of weird, but at least it's not farting lightning anymore."

Caine tapped his wrist.

"It should be fine after midnight?" Pomni asked.

"Yep!" Bubble cheerfully answered for Caine.

"Well, at least you're all okay mentally." Pomni sighed and absentmindedly pet Seth, whose head rested in her lap.

"I wouldn't say that." Bubble said with a grin, and didn't elaborate.

Caine's fingers rapped against his leg, something was still agitating him. Before Pomni could ask, he snapped and a hand sized plush mango fruit appeared in his hand. He squeezed it, making it squeak. It got Seth's attention and he tossed it to the far side of the garage. Seth vaulted over the couch after it.

Pomni arched a brow at Caine. "What was that about?"

"The boss is a jealous little-" Caine popped Bubble before they could finish their sentence, then shrugged his shoulders.

Pomni rolled her eyes and laughed. The first real laugh all night. "Caine, really? You have nothing to worry about." She put her hand on his. "I have my sights set elsewhere."

Caine sat up a little straighter, his hand carefully taking hers without scratching her. He lifted her hand up as though to kiss it, but forgot he had no head. His shoulders slumped and Pomni giggled.

"After midnight." She squeezed his hand, he squeezed in return.

Everyone tried to forget that they looked like nightmare fuel and relax. The funny juice helped. Soon, they were enjoying s'mores cooked over Seth's flame and carving pumpkins with Zooble's head knife. They ate candy and watched cheesy black and white horror films. They even got Gangle to untangle herself a bit to have a bite.

In their attempts at calm, no one noticed Kinger wasn't around. They assumed he was in his room, decompressing, but if any of them looked outside, they would see a massive hole in the ground that spiraled down into the dark. It burrowed through the deepest soil and thought he barrier to the cellar, where Kinger has fallen into the deepest dark.

Kinger did not need to see to know she was there. He could hear her, feel her. He could not speak, but told her how much he missed her though his gentle touch. His head and the calmed visage of the abstraction connected harmlessly. Wordless saying, "I love you."

~~~

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 👻🎃

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paintedkinzy-88 · 2 months ago

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Lust's bro coming home after a date with his bf only to find a large golden noodle curled up around Lust both asleep. Blue in the kitchen cooking and Ink in his half form doodling surrounded by half a dozen sketchbooks.

Stfu that’s actually hilarious hold on—

Warning for. Suggestive topics in the background, I suppose. It is Underlust. I tried to keep it PG, but also I’m very tired so eh ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Writing jumpscare boo

“Sans, I will be completely honest with you. I do not know what I am looking at.”

He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, either. Papyrus’ brother has always been an… interesting character, to put it lightly. And he doesn’t mean that in any negative way! Stars knows the Great Papyrus would never settle with normal, especially in the world they live in. “Normal” here was extravagant, in-your-face, and exceedingly too personal. It had to be, unfortunately, for all of their survival.

Sans, however, found a way to be all of that, but so much better. He knows everything and everyone, flaunts his stuff like there’s no tomorrow, can party with the best of them and put on incredible shows every other night at Grillby’s. He’s memorable, in ways Papyrus just cannot understand, but deeply admires. And above all else, Sans is respectful.

Sure, he is the biggest piece of fruit on the grapevine, collecting gossip like it’s a national treasure, but he knows when to share and what to keep to himself. He’s become a safe space for many monsters, for better or worse, able to pick apart their walls and façades like they’re just a big game of Jenga. Papyrus has seen him do it too many times to count. He’s able to pick out the one monster in the crowd that’s clearly trying to drink away all their feelings for the sake of a party, and coerce them into cutting off their tab, talking it out in the bathroom, and going home for the night with newly smeared makeup. Whether that was with or without Sans coming along depended on the monster and the mood.

In other words, he was a reliable “mom friend” at a party, despite often having a few drinks himself.

But, more importantly, Sans has a personality beyond just sex and drugs. It’s something only people that manage to get past his pelvis have the opportunity to see. His room is filled with space memorabilia rather than the hottest magazines. He had a secret lab instead of a dungeon. He’d rather have a good burger and a soda than any of the tangy drinks and edibles that were so often found in everyone’s homes. Heck, his hobbies revolve around “star” gazing, pranks, and just making people laugh.

He encouraged Papyrus to live by his heart rather than by the lust flowing through his magic, unlike every other monster that wants him to be “down for anything.”

More than all of that, Sans was impossible to predict. He could honestly tell you the secrets of the universe one moment and then hit you with a water balloon the next. He made life in the Underground interesting and infinitely more tolerable.

That is to say, this scenario that Papyrus has currently walked into has certainly taken the cake. Multiple cakes, even.

There were currently three skeleton monsters in his living room, not including himself. One was standing in the doorway of their kitchen, in an outfit so unlike what he is used to seeing around Snowdin. A blue bandana is wrapped around his neck, hiding his neck and collarbone, with sturdy grey shoulder pads underneath it. His shirt covers his entire ribcage, and his pants are baggy and tucked into noticeably-not-high-heeled boots. On top of all of that, he has an apron on that says “Reach for the Stars” with multicolored stars littered across it.

In front of the couch, surrounded by an insane amount of paper, pencils, and other art supplies, is a skeleton of much similar structure to the other one — if you chose to ignore the horns, tail, and bare wing bones. He also has a scarf around his neck, this one brown and covered in writing and black splotches. His tan and white long sleeve shirt also covers much of his torso, but at least it’s a little more form fitting. His pants are flowy, however, but there are some sort of black leggings underneath them. He has no shoes, and Papyrus doesn’t see any near the door that aren’t already supposed to be there. A little strange to be barefoot in Snowdin, given the weather, though he supposes the folk in New Home or Hotland may enjoy the aesthetic?

The final two are by far the strangest part of this scene. Which is quite amazing, considering one is his actual brother.

Sans, in a rainbow hoodie with a purple star on the chest that Papyrus has never seen him wear, is currently in the center of a rather large, yellow, lizard-like… beast? Monster? Was that a monster?? Papyrus has never met a monster like this before, and he’s met a LOT of monsters in his time in the Royal Harem, before meeting Mettaton. Perhaps Undyne would know them? Or, actually, if they were a monster, maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised that Sans knows them, since Sans seems to know everyone in the underground far better than he probably should.

Either way, this was a very… Innocent yet weird moment to have walked into. Not that Papyrus was necessarily complaining. He hated to walk in on anything else.

All of the skeletons present (aside from the large one, who seemed to be asleep. Were they a skeleton monster?? Their pseudo skin seems very similar to his and Sans’ ecto bodies) are now staring at him, sockets wide and bodies frozen, like three children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. Even Sans himself looks surprised and confused, as if seeing his only other house mate within their very house was an unexpected turn of events.

Finally, the one in blue whips his head around to look at his brother, brows pinched downward. “Lust! You said he wouldn’t be home for another hour!”

He’s holding a plate of tacos in his hands. That’s perhaps the most normal thing in this entire scenario.

“Uh, yeah,” Sans replied, surprisingly. Why on earth he’d reply to such a cursed word, Papyrus had no idea. “He shouldn’t be back until, like, six somethin’.”

Papyrus distinctly remembers saying he’d be home at four-thirty sharp, actually. It figures that his brother would remember incorrectly, though he supposes it didn’t matter since he was technically correct. “It’s actually six twenty-four, right now,” he informed them, crossing his arms. “I had to stay later than normal because Mettaton needed help brainstorming new and exciting questions for his game show this week. Obviously, I was the best person to ask.”

Sans nodded, as if he expected this response. “Yeah yeah, hold on.” He shuffled around a little bit, reaching down towards his pants pockets. The large skull that laid on his stomach huffed unhappily, to which he simply patted their forehead with a soft “sorry, Dream.” Finally, he pulled out his phone and clicked it on.

A small purple phone Papyrus has also never seen before.

The horned skeleton on the floor snorted, propping his head on his hand. “Lusty, I think that’s the phone I gave ya.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh my stars,” the blue one groaned. He ran his free hand down his face, finally setting the tray of tacos down on the nearest table. “How did you mix that up?!”

“I’m sorry! They look similar!”

“The multiverse one literally has a star keychain, how did that slip your mind?!”

“You try havin’ two phones!”

“I literally do, you absolute doofus—“

“Yo, guys, don’t wake the baby,” the horned one scolded playfully, gesturing to the lizard-skeleton-thing. Which, if that WAS a baby, Papyrus was terrified to know what the parents looked like.

Though, knowing how rare children were, he supposed the skeleton was joking, now that he thought about it.

Great. Another comedian then (he says with all the fond annoyance, of course.)

“Excuse me,” he speaks up once again. They all turn back towards him, almost completely in sync. Terrifying. “I’m sorry to interrupt… whatever this is. But I would like to know who the heck you all are and why you’re in my home? How do you know my brother exactly? And are you all skeletons?? I didn’t realize there were other skeletons like us. And, more importantly, WHAT and/or WHO is THAT?”

He gestured wildly to the yellow being, sockets pinning his older brother down. Sans at least had the decency to look apologetic.

He should be, for keeping such cool and not-ravenous friends to HIMSELF.

“… Any chance I can convince you this is a dream?” Sans tried with a sheepish grin.

“Absolutely not.”

“Damn.”

“I can explain!” The skeleton-dragon-monster popped up from the ground happily, tail wiggling like a boney snake. Now that he was up, Papyrus noted that he was even shorter than his own brother. It was quite cute.

The blue one ran both his hands down his face now, though Paps swears he can see the corner of his teeth perk up a bit.

“Okay, so, I’m Ink!” the little one started, pointing to himself and then to his friends, “That’s Blue, Dream, and you know Lust! Kinda. Not AS Lust, but whatever. We’re all best of buddies, and we’re just hangin’ out today because Dream hadn’t seen Lust in a while and he really likes Lust’s hoodie, and when a piece of your hoard calls to you, ya just have to answer.”

“Mhm,” Papyrus nodded, utterly perplexed and not understanding a good portion of that entire explanation.

“A hoard is a dragon’s, like, very important personal belongings?” Sans tried to explain. “Like… a collection of… actually, never mind, it won’t matter in the long run and it’s hard to explain. Just know that Dream sees my hoodies and blankets and pillows as his own, and they’re very important to him.”

This is going to give him a headache. “So he needs to. Snuggle them. While you are in it.”

Sans snorted, patting Dream’s head again. “I mean, I don’t have to be in it, but it makes the experience better for both of us.”

Fair enough. He would much rather be cuddled up to his boyfriend than dealing with whatever-this-was.

“Anywho!” Ink paused. “Where was I?”

“Introducing us and failing to explain why we’re here,” Blue offered unhelpfully.

“Right! We’re alternate versions of your brother—“

“Oh my Stars, Ink.”

“And we all defend the multiverse together, but we’re also really close! Like family, not friends-with-benefits close, to confirm—“

“Oh my STARS, Ink—“

“— so we like to hang out in each other’s universes when we’re not fighting world-ending bad guys, and today we just so happened to be here for… whatever reason I may have already forgotten. Anyway! I gave Lust a phone to use across the multiverse, and it has the time of the Doodle Sphere on it because that’s consistent across the multiverse, but that also means it’s different from YOUR world’s time, with timelines and resets and all of that, so we confused the two.”

There was a long pause after Ink finished rambling, smiling happily up to the taller skeleton in the room. Before he could really register any of what was said, however, Blue muttered a little, “Technically, Lust confused the two, not us.”

This, of course, earned him an indignant shout from his brother, and—

Okay, yeah, no.

Papyrus nodded multiple times, clapping his hands together and pressing them to his teeth. “I have no clue what’s happening here,” he stated plainly. “I’m going to assume this is just more of Sans’ weird time-space shenanigans and… and I am. Going. To bed. I think.”

They all blinked at him quietly. The dragon-thing shuffled peacefully, sighing and rubbing his head against Sans’ chest. He looked comfortable, and incredibly soft as well. Perhaps when Papyrus had more motivation to understand what was in front of him, he’d ask if he could pet the large creature.

Breaking the silence, Blue gestured to the plate of food beside him. “Do you want a taco before you go?”

“… Sure. Why not.”

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femaletwstsupremacy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I don't know if this is overly specific but could I request Malleus, Lilia, and Vil with a fem reader who is a very straight laced, formal, private type of person but beneath that mask cares immensely about the people around them and wants to protect them?

(No worries if not lol...I understand it's kind of hyperspecific.)

"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙."

✦ Content – Fem! twst, fluff, maybe some crack sprinkled in there? Throwing shade on Crowley, Reader is kind of a simp in Vil's part, A little suggestive (Lilia), mentions of gaslighting (Lilia spread her craziness to reader, hope they never recover🙏), general romance stuff, One/Oneself and You/Your are used to refer to reader, reader is a resident of Ramshackle.

Author's note: Hi anon, sorry this took a while to pump out. But it's here now so hooray! ♪(^∇^*) Not beta-read! Lilia might be ooc since I'm not used to writing her character-

MALLEUS DRACONIA...QUEEN OF BRIARS

You couldn't exactly keep your private life a secret from her since when you first met she was kinda already in it. As in, you're there outside Ramshackle busying yourself with a certain pastime when you suddenly get jumpscared by a woman – One that appeared out of thin air mind you – looking over your shoulder. Seemingly interested in what you were doing before she scared the daylights out of you. Obviously your first instinct is to try and elbow this random stranger behind you (key word: Try) which you failed miserably in because she had effortlessly dodged your blow.

Safe to say, your first meeting was awkward. It took about 5 mins for you two to stop staring at each other blankly as if you hadn't just tried to elbow her.

"If I may ask, who are you? Most importantly how did you even get here?"

"I was on a walk."

"That doesn't explain anything."

Eventually, you two get over the awkwardness. Obviously, Malleus doesn't divulge her name – Neither does she ask for yours. Calling you 'child of man' whilst you called her 'Tsunochojo' which earned you quite the chuckle from the fae. You two hit it off pretty well, what with your similar mannerisms it wasn't that unexpected. Malleus found conversations with you easy, with how interested you are every time she converses with you she needn't worry about being too 'boring' to talk to.

Eventually, Malleus finds herself coming back each night just to talk with you, though she doesn't have an inkling as to why. She just feels...a sort of attachment to you. As if the day she stops visiting you would instantly cut off the bond you two have created. Malleus' eyes widen as everything starts to click, are you two...perhaps friends..? Malleus instantly decides to confirm this with you come your next meeting.

It was very late into the night.

Though you've made it a point for yourself to have an optimal amount of time for sleep. However, a certain friend of yours decided that it was best to meet at the darkest of night. You sighed to yourself, The things you'd do for her...

No matter, no use mourning over past decisions. You thought wistfully.

You leaned back slightly on the palms of your hands, lightly raising your head to look at the bright moon overlooking from above. Crickets lightly chirped from around you, along with the sound of the soft rustling of leaves. You hummed a tune familiar to yourself as you closed your eyes to take in the relaxing atmosphere.

When you opened them, a small green firefly came into your peripheral vision. You reached out, trying to take it into your hand. But your efforts – although insignificant – are for naught as the firefly drifts farther away. Feeling slightly dejected, you placed your hand back into its former position. Just when you were about to close your eyes to enjoy the tranquil atmosphere once more, a melodious laugh suddenly enters your ears. With not even a hint of surprise, you turn to look from behind and face your surprise guest. There Malleus stood with her chin between her fingers, a broad smile on her lips.

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked curiously. In truth, she'd been here for a while. Watching you closely in the cover of darkness, not saying word until she saw your silly gesture and couldn't help the laugh that fell out.

"I've just arrived" She says, an obvious lie falling from her lips. Though, you don't mind all that much. You've already known that your friend is quite elusive, so you didn't pry. You lightly patted the spot next to you, inviting Malleus to take a seat.

Malleus obliges and sits down next to you. A wave a restlessness washes over Malleus, though she doesn't show it on her expression. The both of you stay silent for a while before Malleus spoke up, "Child of man..." She trails off, chewing her lip slightly in nervousness. You perk up at the sound of her voice, waiting for her to continue with an attentive ear.

"Are...are we friends?" She asks, reluctance in her tone whilst she turns her head away. Her question was greeted with a long pause. Malleus felt uncertainty gnawing at her insides, was she perhaps wrong to think she finally had a friend?

A light laugh takes Malleus out of her depressing thoughts, making Malleus turn her head back to look at you.

"Silly tsunochojo, what made you think we weren't friends?" You had on a soft smile on your face, your eyes filled with mirth. Malleus' eyes widened at this. This is the first time she had seen such an expression, her heart can't help but throb at the sight. Warmth spread through her body, she couldn't tell if the euphoria came from your smile or the fact that you confirmed that you were actual friends; Perhaps it was both.

But accompanying that feeling of euphoria was immense relief. All her worries and pessimism had all been for nothing and she is more than glad that is the case.

Seeing how silent Malleus had been your expression shifted to one of confusion. Noticing this, Malleus snapped out of her stupor and cleared her throat.

"It..." Malleus pauses, attempting to formulate a response. "It was just a silly thought of mine." She finishes, a fond smile on her face.

Truly, a silly thought indeed...

LILIA VANROUGE...SEEKER OF CRADLES

Scared you to death by coming down from the ceiling upside down and making an ungodly screech. Not the best first meeting, Malleus really takes after this cheeky fae in this aspect. Though she did apologize right after, it didn't really sound like she was sorry about it with the giggles she let out while doing so. How could she not? Your reaction was priceless! It might as well keep her laughing for days. Thus, you have sparked the interest of the cheeky fae.

Day after day, Lilia would suddenly pop out of nowhere to scare you. In her own words, your reactions just keeps getting even funnier! The way you look when you brace yourself for a scare and failing miserably to catch her beforehand, is very endearing to her. At this point, you've already given up on stopping her. Though her company wasn't that bad you think to yourself. Usually after scaring you, Lilia would come down from her spot and strike a conversation with you.

It was pleasant to say the least, her voice was calming and pleasant to the ear. Paired with her choice of words, you feel as if you're transported to another world when she tells you stories of the past in great detail. You would find yourself conversing with her for hours, only ending when need be. Likewise, Lilia finds her time with you very pleasant. Precious even, with how much fun she had. The way you speak is so cute to her! Reminds her of how Malleus is like.

Eventually, Lilia starts inviting you to Diasomnia to have tea with her. By now you've already opened up to Lilia and talked about yourself more rather than just general matters. Making the topics for your conversations more broader, not to say that you and Lilia couldn't find stuff to talk about. Anything and everything was on the table when it comes to her. From music, to poetry, and somehow frog anatomy??? You don't exactly remember how you've even made it to that topic. But as the months go by, you start to notice Lilia's strange behaviors. It happened one time when you were having tea with her. You were having a wonderful time when Lilia suddenly rose from her seat and walked over to your side of the table. Confused, you asked her what she was doing. And Lilia being Lilia, just chuckled and told you to sit still with no intention of telling you what's on her mind until she does it.

You jumped when you felt Lilia's hands card through your hair, not used to your hair being brushed through after so long. But eventually you relaxed and let Lilia do her thing. This went on for an hour before Lilia finally stopped her ministrations on your hair. At the time, you thought that would be the end of it. Oh, how wrong you were.

"Lilia...please.." You say helplessly, but your pleas fall on deaf ears as Lilia continues to coo at you while she plays with your hair. If in the past, you knew that letting Lilia play with your hair the first time would lead to this; You would have never let her do so. Since for the past few days you've visited, Lilia would – without fail – start to play with your hair and coo at you for hours on end.

This was one of those times. "Oh, you're so adorable beastie~" Lilia coos in your ear as she slowly drags the tip of her finger from your chin to your jawline. Oh, now this was new. You could feel your whole body shiver from the feeling of Lilia's breath on your ear. Your face starts to heat up as you close your eyes shut, "Lilia, please don't do that. It's not proper." You scold, though it doesn't sound all that much like a scolding with how small your voice was. Lilia just chuckles in response, clearly amused with your reaction.

Still with your eyes shut, you could feel Lilia playing with your hair again. With an occasional crafty hand brushing against your neck. But other than that, Lilia had done nothing more for the next few minutes.

The room had settled into a relative silence, only the click of Lilia's heels every time she shifted her footing could be heard every few seconds. However, unlike reality your mind was a cluttering mess. If one were able to listen in to your thoughts, they would only be able to make out the words: Lilia, embarrassing, and a multitude of curse words accompanied by screaming.

Just what happened there???

That one thought is the best way to summarize everything that was in your head. You had goosebumps just thinking about it, even worse was that it was a good type of goosebumps. You can't believe yourself for reacting the way you did. Perhaps it had been the potion you drank accidentally days ago...

Your woeful thoughts came to a halt when you no longer felt the light tugs on your hair from Lilia's brushing. Your eyes – which had stayed closed – flew open. You quickly raised your head to look around, but as you do so a sudden pair hands grab your face. You instantly felt your fight or flight instinct go up. Unfortunately, before you could even take a hit at your assailant, they had put your lips on yours!

Your eyes widened in shock, a feeling of shame settling in your gut. You screwed your eyes shut, adamant at not looking properly at the assailant who took your first (first!) kiss. After what felt like an eternity, they had finally pulled away from your lips. You gasped out embarrassingly when they had done so.

You weren't given the chance gather your thoughts properly when a familiar chuckle of amusement echoed on the walls, giving you another (unhealthy) dose of shock.

"Lilia!!???" You say incredulously, your voice a tad bit louder than you had intended. Lilia hummed, acknowledging your call. The best way to describe your positions at the moment would be 'face-to-face.' Since the cheeky fae was quite literally in your face, upside down too! You sighed out, almost forgetting the situation at hand; almost. But unfortunately, the memory and embarrassment was still fresh in your mind. Enough to make you disregard Lilia's awkward position.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to make yourself much more composed that you actually are and faced Lilia with a complicated expression, "What...what was that?" You asked, bewilderment and hesitance evident in your speech.

Lilia raised her eyebrows at you, though admittedly it looked a bit silly when she was upside down. "Wasn't it obvious beastie?" Lilia shot your question with another one of her own, you don't know whether to laugh or cry at that. Your mouth opened as if to answer her, but you close your mouth once more when you realize that you don't have the words for it.

The way you gaped like a fish out of water was enough to make Lilia chuckle fondly. "Don't laugh at me." You whine out, the color in your cheeks resurfacing once more.

You decide to let Lilia laugh it off until she can no longer let out a giggle. While she does that, you start thinking. Lilia can't be feeling what you think she feels, right? Right? But no matter how much you try to delude yourself, the fact is plain to see. Even someone as dense as Silver and Kalim combined could see it! You could keep trying to gaslight yourself but you'd be too far gone if you did that.

The urge to bury your face into your hands was strong. But since you had a one person audience (Lilia), you settled on not doing so. Instead you touched your lips delicately, tracing the whole of where Lilia had put her lips. The longer you touch your lips, the more stuffy your heart gets. Almost to the point it hurts. Your motions pause as you catch up to your thoughts, Ah...it seems that you share the same affection Lilia feels...

VIL SCHÖNHEIT...THE FAIREST QUEEN

Your meeting was entirely by chance. There was a research project for Magic History and you just so happened to get paired up with Vil. First impressions between you two were mild, with no particular dislikes about each other. You run over the details of the project with her and eventually decide to meet at the library at 5pm to work on it. By the time you had to meet up, Vil was pleasantly surprised. Not only did you not skip out on her but you arrived at 5pm on the dot. You really are punctual aren't you? Vil thought.

When both of you discussed the details earlier, Vil thought you only spoke that way because you were in class. But it turns out you normally spoke that way. In a sense, she appreciated it, much more pleasing to the ears than Leona's crass vocabulary. Thus, you two went to work. While doing so, Vil took the chance to examine your appearance more carefully. Your hair was tied back into a clean hairdo, thus making sure no stray hairs would accidentally get in your face. You had on the proper uniform, not one part of it missing or unbuttoned. Vil also took notice of the lack of creases on your uniform and gave her silent praise.

You two finished the project in one sitting with flying colors. Vil is more than grateful to you for that. As you went to pack up your things, Vil invited you to come to a small cafe on the island as a payment of your efforts of sorts. You put up quite the argument on how that isn't necessary but Vil still managed to make you succumb to her wishes. Tomorrow, at 3pm sharp. Is the words that Vil had departed with, a bright smile on her face. You can't help but feel a strange dread for what's about to come in the following day.

You made sure to look presentable on the day, you didn't have much fashionable wear packed with you since you expected to stay exclusively on campus. You sighed out, you never expected Vil to be so pushy. After checking over your outfit one last time, you departed from school grounds. Vil was already there with a table, waiting for your arrival. You walked over and was stunned into silence because of Vil's appearance. Don't get yourself wrong, you knew Vil was beautiful. But right now, she seemed even more dazzling. Vil slightly smiled once she caught sight of you and ushered you over to sit with her, all while you stared dumbly at her.

Once you finally came to your senses, shame enveloped your whole body. How could you just stare at her so shamelessly like that??? You sigh inwardly. No matter, it's not like you can turn back time anyway. You sat down with Vil, looking anywhere other than her due to embarrassment. Now that you were here, Vil ordered for you both. As you wait for your orders to arrive, Vil indulges in some small talk with you. How was your stay at night raven, what have you been doing today, any hobbies, etc. You answered all her questions amicably, giving her questions of your own from time to time. Minutes pass by and the waiter places your orders on the table with a well-practiced customer service smile. But even when your food was on the table, the conversation did not cease. Though, you both make sure to talk between bites and sips so neither party chokes.

Hours passed by seamlessly, you almost didn't realize it was getting late. You enjoyed your company far too much that it slipped your mind. And from Vil's expression, you could guess that the feeling was mutual. Before you two set off on your separate ways, Vil invited you to hang out again. And again, and again. Every time you cross paths it almost feels as if you'd both get closer by the second. Eventually, Vil decides that the next time you meet, it would be in her room.

You arrived at 1pm just as Vil told you, going through the mirror when you weren't from the dorm was...awkward to say the least. The awkwardness spiked by ten times when you made it to the other side.

Now, standing in front of the dorm's pristine gates makes one feel...extremely out of place. You sighed in self-pity, just how did you manage to end up in this situation...You hardened your heart. In the end, there was not much you could do since you were already here, so you took the chance to look at your surroundings. As expected, the dorm was massive. What was unexpected but expected was that the dorm looked like a queen's lofty castle. On one hand, it made sense. The dorm was based off the Fairest Queen, so naturally they would pay tribute by making the dorm like her residence. But on another hand, isn't this a dorm for students!? They might as well be royals to be living in there!

You looked around some more and came to a conclusion. Everything about Pomefiore's decor screamed extravagance at every turn. The fact that you're not even inside makes you more reluctant to go...

You're dragged out of your thoughts by a sudden enthusiastic voice from beside your ear. You yelped in surprise. Swiftly, you turned to see just who sneaked up on you.

"Bonjour! It's a pleasure to see you today mademoiselle." Your assailant exclaimed. She had on a wide smile, her eyes shaped like crescents. Whilst she said those words, she tipped her hat in greeting. From her looks, you could say that she greatly embodied the word, 'charming.' Her makeup was very well done, almost as if a professional had done it. And her voice was full and melodious. From her uniform, you can clearly tell she was from Pomefiore.

Well, her looks is certainly worthy of being a Pomefiore student. You praised inwardly. Seeing that you haven't responded yet, your assailant called out to you again in a confused tone, "Mademoiselle?" You let out a small 'ah' in response and instantly straightened yourself up. You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain your dignity and spoke up "I apologize for staying silent and screaming when you greeted me." Inwardly you thought, Technically she snuck up on me but it would be bad manners if I said that...

Your assailant brightened her expression once more, "Aucun problème! You must be Vil's guest I assume?" She inquired.

"Ah, yes. I am. Are you perhaps familiar with her?" You questioned.

"But why of course! I'm her Vice after all. Rook Hunt at your service.~" Your assailant, which you now know as Rook answered, taking her hat off her head and putting it to her chest whilst she introduced herself. Her upper body leaning forward in a bow. She continued, "Vil should be waiting for you inside, I'll escort you in."

You hum in acknowledgement as Rook stands up straight once more. She turns, reaching out to you with a beckoning hand. You oblige and follow her through the dorms gates.

As one expects, the inside is far more extravagant than the outside. Pomefiore is truly worthy of being the dorm of the Fairest Queen. The marble floors were so pristine that you could see your reflection. You worry that your shoes could perhaps sully the floor. You continue to walk on and follow Rook from behind, occasionally looking around to admire the interior. Eventually she stopped, signaling that you've arrived at your destination. Rook turned to you and extended her hand towards the front of a lavish door, beckoning you to knock. You do so, knocking on the door three times before taking a step back and waiting for it to open. A few seconds passed and eventually the door opened to reveal Vil.

Her hair was tied back in a braided bun, her bangs going over the intricate golden crown on her head. She had on her dorm uniform, her long sleeves making an elegant trail on her figure. Her makeup was impeccable as one would expect. Making her already beautiful face much more beautiful than before. You can't help but blush a little and stare at her awestruck. You're once again dragged out of your stupor when Vil greets you with a small smile, she moves aside from the door and invites you in. You bow your head slightly before coming in through the door.

Stepping into Vil's room could easily make one feel overwhelmed, You're no exception. You weren't given the chance to look around properly when Vil ushers you to sit by her vanity table.

Once you've sat down, Vil starts to roam around the room grabbing multiple bottles and hair appliances. When she felt that what she had was enough, she starts to line them up on the table at a quick pace. You try to read some the brand names from bottles Vil had already placed down and as expected, you don't know a single one. Not like that so called 'ever so gracious' Crowley even gave you the luxury having any branded item from this world, he's quite cheap despite being a headmaster of a revered school.

You continue to skim through the brands, making a face or two at some of the strange name choices. Some noteworthy ones would have to be 'Poison Apple' ' Sun Mane' 'Underworld Fire' etc. Even if in another world, companies will continue to be weird with their names.

The distinct sound of bottles being set down on the tables suddenly stopped, you averted your attention from the bottles and instead directed it to Vil. You look at her in slight curiosity, waiting to see her next move. Vil just smiles softly in response before sating your curiosity, "We'll be doing your hair this time around, I've noticed that your hair isn't all that well maintained." Vil says as she moves to stand behind your seat. The dorm leader takes a part of your hair and displays it through the mirror to further establish her point.

You smile sheepishly at her words. While you do make it a point to take care of your appearance, you don't exactly have the resources for it. The money you were provided with came solely from Crowley but it was only the bare minimum for survival. You say so to Vil and she visibly frowns at your explanation.

"I knew the headmaster was incompetent in some ways but this is just ridiculous." Vil says with viciousness in her tone, her lips twisting into one of a scowl as she starts to brush oils through your hair. "This is about the well-being of a student! How could she not provide the necessary resources!?" Vil continues on with her rant whilst brushing through your hair. You don't stop her from criticizing Crowley, letting her run her mouth however she liked. It's not like any of her words were false anyway.

You settled on closing your eyes and taking in the relaxing feeling of Vil's nails lightly scratching against your scalp as she applies more product into your hair. Noticing your relaxed state, Vil quieted down and started to work silently on your hair.

The muted sounds of bottles, curlers and straighteners clinking against the surface of the table and an occasional hum from Vil were the only things you heard in the past few minutes. The sounds only adding more to the relaxing atmosphere. You sigh out, you felt like shedding tears because of the service Vil is providing you after so long of having none of it.

Vil chuckles near your ear, startling you enough to open your eyes. "We're finished." Upon hearing her words, you shift your gaze to the mirror and you feel your breath leave you for a moment. You look stunning, more than you had ever been these past few months. The urge to cry came back stronger now, your eyes starting to get watery. You tearfully see Vil smile softly through the mirror. With her soft hands, she tucks a stray strand behind your ear and places her hands on your shoulders, looking at you through the mirror with undeniable affection.

"You look beautiful."

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wjhik · 1 year ago

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My First (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: teethrotting

Y/N's POV:

I am so excited for tonight. Jude is coming over to my dorm to have a movie night together. He's getting food and snacks and I'm setting up the living room. I've cleaned my dorm room, which I share with my two roommates. Over the past 2 years, the girls and I have gotten quite close, so having a night with Jude without them teasing me is quite hard. They've promised me that they will stay in their rooms. I have been giddy all day. I gathered all of the blankets and fluffy pillows I could find and placed them on my couch. I've already set up the T.V. with Jude's netflix account that we share, because I cannot be bothered to buy my own.

Ding Dong!

Oooh he's here! He's here! He's here! I run to the front door and open the door. "Hey, baby!!" I say in a high pitched tone. I reach up and wrap my hands around Jude's neck and pull him into a hug. "I'm so excited!!" I say, pulling away from the hug. Jude is holding my waist with my hands around his neck. He kisses me lightly. "Let's go inside." He suggests. I grab his hand and drag him into my small dorm room. "Sit here. I'm going to go get the remote." I say, pushing him down on the couch. Lord knows I am not strong enough to push him down, so I know that he let me push him.

Knock Knock

Emery opens the door, half naked, her girlfriend kissing on her. "Mhh...What is it, Y/N?" She asks me with her eyes closed. "Hey- Oh my- Can I get the remote?" I say to her, realizing what is going on. These two are always at it. She scurries into her room and chucks the remote at me, slamming the door shut. I walk back into the living room where Jude is sitting, scrolling on his phone. I pull the blanket off the back on the couch and go to sit down. Jude opens his arms for me to curl up in them as I throw the blanket over us.

Why would Jude choose a horror movie? I'm so scared right now. All the lights are off. We're in pure darkness, apart from a few candles lit on the coffee table. The fact that it is a cold, stormy night is not helping. I'm holding on to Jude, tight as ever. I have the blanket pulled over my nose, ready to cover my eyes at a pindrop. "AAAHH!!" I scream at a jumpscare. I hide my face in Jude's chest. He giggles and puts his hand over my head, pulling me into him. "It's okay, baby. It's gone now." He says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Finally, an end to that devilish movie. "Thank god that movie is over." I say as the credits roll. It was quite a short movie, though. "Wanna catch up on some Breaking Bad?" He asks me, munching on some popcorn. "Sure." I'm not really interested, but I am pretty sleepy anyways. (I've never watched breaking bad dont judge me)

(Smut)

Jude's POV:

Y/N looks so beautiful right now. She's half asleep. She was so adorable when she was scared. I love how she hid in my chest to 'stay safe'. I feel so safe with her. I'm glad she feels the same way. I put my hand on her chin and lift her face up. I kiss her, softly. I can't help myself around her. As I kiss her harder and harder, I can feel myself get hard. Maybe tonight is the night. I've wanted her for so long, but every time I try to escalate things, she stops me. I put my hands right above her arse. I slowly lift her on top of me. Fuck, she's grinding against me. I thought I was hard before, but now.

Y/N's POV:

How did we get here? Just a second ago, Jude and I were cuddling and now I'm grinding against him. Jude lifts me up and lays me down on the couch. He's kissing my neck. I can feel a heat building in my legs. I grab Jude's face and kiss his lips again. He takes my shirt off. It's okay, Y/N. He's seen you like this before. Just enjoy it. You know he won't push you into something you don't want to do. I can feel my heart beating a mile a minute.

Jude sits up on his knees and takes off his shirt. He's kissing down my body now. I'm wearing a comfy bra, I didn't expect this to happen. But he looks like he doesn't care. "You're so beautiful, baby." He says to me, kissing the top of my breast. He runs his fingers over the clasp of it and asks, "Can I?" I simply nod at him. He looks deep into my eyes. He makes me feel so safe, but so nervous at the same time. He unclasps my bra and takes it off my body. My arms immediately cover my chest. "Hey. Let me see you, beautiful." He says to me. I pull my arms away from my chest and expose myself to him. He immediately sucks on my nipple. He slowly massages my other breast. I quietly whimper to myself, too shy to be loud. Jude's hand trails down to my shorts. He rubs over my sweet spot. My hips, in reaction, buck up towards his hand, but I push them back down.

Jude's slowly rubbing me through my shorts, and I'm moaning into his shoulder as he's kissing my neck. I can feel his hand go up and wait at the waistband of my underwear, underneath my shorts. He's looking at me for approval, and I kiss him, giving him the signal. He goes into my underwear and barely dips into my hole, collecting some of my wetness on his finger. He's rubbing my clit in circles, and I can't help but let out a moan. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks me. He's moving so gently. I nod, aggressively, and give a quick 'Mhh'. He continues his slight movements on my clit as he whispers sweet nothings in my ears.

Jude's POV:

I know this isn't enough for her, but what if she doesn't want more? Should I ask? Fuck it. "You want more, love?" What if I'm pushing it. She simply nods at me. What if she doesn't mean it? "Need to hear you say it, baby." I tell her. She makes me crazy. I'm so hard, but what if that's not what she wants? "Baby, I want more, but I'm scared."

Y/N's POV:

I think it's time to tell him. "I'm a virgin." Oh, no. I blew it. Why would he want to be with someone who's never done anything? I look at him for his reaction. "I want to make you feel good, but we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He tells me, kissing me lightly. "Are you sure?" I ask him. He's not supposed to like this. "I want to be your first. I love you so much. Only if you want to." He says. "I want to, Jude. I really want to. I trust you." I look into his eyes before he kisses me. He takes off his pants and gets back on top of me.

We're interrupted by the door swinging open. A very intoxicated Alex and her annoyingly sober boyfriend stumble through the door. "Y/N!! Oh my god!! We had an amazing day!!" Alex says very loudly. She's slurring her words and her boyfriend guides her through the house. Alex looks at Jude and I's position on the couch. Jude has already covered us with a blanket, but it's obvious what we were doing. "Ooohhh!!! Emery!!" Emery comes out of her room to see me and Jude. "Please, go away..." I quietly say, hiding myself in Jude's shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. Leave them alone." Her boyfriend says. He guides her to her bedroom and tells her to leave us alone. Emery peaks out of her room and says a simple 'enjoyyy' with a smirk on her face, then shuts her door.

"I'm so sorry about that." I say, embarrassedly. "It's okay, baby. Let's go to your room."Jude simply puts his hand out for me to take after wrapping me in a blanket. I take his hand and he walks me to my room. He lays me down on the bed and kisses me. He quickly removes the remaining of our clothes. "Ready?" He asks me. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins. "Please, be gentle." I tell him. He kisses me. He spits on his hand and strokes his semi hard dick. He puts in at my entrance and very slowly pushes in. My eyes roll to the back of my head. "That okay?" Jude asks me. "Yeah. It hurts a lot, but it feels good." I tell him honestly. He continues pushing inside me. My hands are clawing at the sheets.

Jude's POV:

I know this'll feel good once she gets used to it. I grab her hands and lock my fingers in with her. I want to make her feel as safe as I can. I push all the way into her and wait. I know she'll need to get used to my size. Don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot. "Please, move." She tells me, a sense of desperation in her voice.

Y/N's POV:

Jude's fucking me so good. I knew sex was good, but I never thought it would be this good. His head is buried into my neck as he's fucking me. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight." He moans. I can feel a knot building up in my stomach. "I think I'm gonna-" He interrupts me and says, "I know, baby. Go ahead." He starts going faster and faster. When I tell him I'm coming, he moves my hands above my head and fucks me through my orgasm. He pushed into me one last time, and finishes inside me. I wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone else.

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bisonaari · 10 months ago

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So!! How is Finland going so far for me?

If you've talked to me in the past days you've probably heard all of this so I'm sorry in advance, you can skip the post hahaha !

First of all: the temperature is the same as in Canada HAHAHA. Sure it's currently a bit colder, but nothing that would be unusual in winter in Canada. So we've been perfectly ok with our usual winter clothes!

We had troubles locating our airbnb when we arrived. But we've been helped by @katinkulta and @taidotonheiluja and everything went ok in the end! I have to admit that because of the stress, the lack of sleep, the fact that I don't speak finnish and the travel time, the first two days I REALLY wanted to just go back home hahaha. But I'm better don't worry. I'm just an anxious bean

The day after that, I've been helped by Elsa again (my saviour) and she went grocery shopping with me and my partner, so we finally got food! (I don't eat a lot when I'm stressed, but my partner is, surprisingly enough, a normal human being who needs to eat. Weird)

Elsa is absolutely lovely and I really adore her company. She's as much fun as she is on the internet! A blessing to have her as a friend <3

The day after that was UMK! We met with Elsa again and with @teal-skull to have breakfast together before the rehearsal started. WHY IS EVERY MUTUAL I MEET SO FREAKING NICE??? This will apply to every single person mentionned in this post because everyone is a sweetheart seriously!

This is also the moment where I realized that I just could… throw a "puhutko englantia" when speaking to employees at stores YES I KNOW IT TOOK ME TWO DAYS BUT I AM VERY DUMB WHEN I'M ANXIOUS OK so I did that and WOW SURPRISE!! The employees said yes and switched to english!! INCREDIBLE, RIGHT. Urgh I'm so dumb hahaha

The UMK rehearsal was incredibly fun, I've seen almost all the artists that I wanted to see in Finland good I can now leave and never come back (that's a lie). But like KUUMAA, Benjamin, Käärijä (with JUKKA !!! ON STAGE!! IN FRONT OF ME), Erika Vikman, Pilvi Hämäläinen (she counts ok), and all the UMK contestants were people who I wanted to see live so bad, and now it's done I'm super happy. I've seen Cha Cha Cha live!!!!

After the rehearsal we met with @omppupiiras @formulalakana and @smimon to go get food together <3 What is funny is that no one knew what the others looked like, but I'm so easily recognisable that we were able to find each other anyway lol

I'm so thankful for everyone that I've met so far. Also other friends that manifested in dms to help me if I needed it! Like @because-its-eurovision for example <3

Some things that surprised my partner and I in Finland so far:

I've said it to a lot of people but the trains are so silent??? Like in Québec, you can hear the metro a few minutes before you can actually see it arrived. Here we've been JUMPSCARED by sudden trains we didn't hear arrive???

Dish drying cabinets my beloved. How did I live before you??? This is SO useful holy shit

The food is so expensive ;A; I was expecting it to be more expensive, but not by that much hahaha. I guess we're gonna eat a lot of pasta during our trip hahaha

I love how pedestrian friendly the city is (I've only been in Tampere so far). The sidewalks are double the size I'm used to in Montréal! You can walk to anywhere, there are tons of trams and buses, this is fantastic (I'm too anxious to take the tram and the bus though lol)

See you in a while for another update!!

#bison talks

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tactical-cat05-23 · 1 month ago

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Things that happened yesterday when I went to a halloween haunt and amusement park for 12 hours straight while dressed as the 11th Doctor

- Many said the fit was dapper 😎

- Lady operating a rollercoaster, over the intercom, asked me and my sister “If she’s a pirate, then who are you?” I replied “The Doctor.”

“Just ‘The Doctor?’” It took me everything not to giggle. When the ride was over she asked “How was the ride, Doctor?” “Very good.” “I concur.” She was peak. Also made everyone say OOH-WHOOP every time she sent a ride out.

- The haunt starts. There are scare actors walking around. The first clown that comes up to me, asks “Are you Grunkle Stan?”

I threw my fez to the pavement laughing. I pulled a sonic screwdriver from my jacket and he goes “Oh, what are you gonna do? Erase my memory or something with that?” Me and my friends walked away giggling, while I sulked in defeat.

Right after this, we go to a haunted house and the lady at the entrance is the first to recognize my costume after being at the park for 7 hours.

My response, of course, is; “I could kiss you on the mouth right now- but I wont.” She told me about how she gave her husband a fear of statues when making him watch the show.

- We walk through a graveyard-decorated tunnel. There is an actor disguised as a statue. I dont think I need to explain what happened. But somehow, they got me.

- Going through a cornmaze. An actor in a scary corn husk costume starts making spooky noises as we walk past, but broke character and went “Oh! Doctor who!” Me and my friends cheered as we carried on.

- Towards the end, walking through the same clown area, a pair of creepy twin clowns marches past me and my sister. One jumps at us as they walk past and yells “THE DOCTOR!” and we both got jumpscared.

All in all, very fulfilling. Reminder to all nerds to cosplay the SHIT outta halloween. It was so fun. Would go back if I wasn’t poor and very tired and need to work/school.

#doctor who #dw #halloween #11th doctor

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444takeomi · 1 year ago

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BOYFRIEND HCS pt 3

: ̗̀➛ summary: takeomi as your boyfriend

character(s): takeomi akashi

warnings: female reader, sfw but still suggestive, mentions of smoking, ooc (i know he's a piece of shit but let me live in denial)

wc: 0.8k

a/n: literally everyone hates him so this post will definitely flop💀 apologies for being so inactive, i’ve been super busy these past few weeks — i wanted to write something for shin's birthday but i just didn't have the time😭

- i feel like omi is the kind of boyfriend who acts like he doesn't care but is secretly very soft for you

- he won't admit it but he has a hard time expressing his feelings — you fell for him first but he fell way harder, and he wishes he could tell you how much you mean to him </3

- he's the type to tell you that he loves you when he thinks you're asleep, and if he's sure that you're out cold he'll gently kiss your forehead as well

- the first time you told him you loved him he cried </3

- i think that omi is secretly a very insecure person, and deep down he feels like he's undeserving of love and thinks you're too good for him

- gets self conscious about his scar sometimes — he loves when you randomly kiss it and tell him that he's handsome, it makes him feel all warm inside <3

- for dates he usually takes you out to expensive restaurants, but sometimes you'll do something more casual like going to art galleries or museums or going shopping together

- every time you walk through crowds he puts his hand on your waist or lower back

- whenever you go on a date he always insists on paying for everything, he loves to spoil you <3

- omi’s love language is definitely gift giving, and he’s often buying you expensive presents — whether that's perfume, jewellery, or whatever it is that you're into

- he always seems to know exactly what to get you, you don't notice it but he pays very close attention to you while you're shopping together and takes note of what you like

- omi is surprisingly a huge gentleman — he always opens your car door for you, carries your bags, offers his coat to you when it's cold, etc

- whenever you have an argument he buys your favourite flowers as an apology </3

- sometimes he has trouble sleeping, but if you run your fingers through his hair he'll be out like a light

- he randomly wakes up in the night and starts coughing up a lung💀 if you're not a heavy sleeper then good luck

- it's no secret that he smokes way too much, please encourage him to quit or at least cut down — he won't listen to anyone but you

- if you don't smoke yourself then omi will always make an effort to put out his cigarettes whenever you're around, or at the very least blow the smoke away from your direction

- you're the only one who he will let poke fun at him because of his habit, you sometimes joke that you won't kiss him anymore if he carries on smoking because of his stale cigarette breath, and he just rolls his eyes at you and fights back a smile

- he would rather die than admit it but he still gets butterflies when you tease him </3

- he's got such a loud sneeze and it always scares the shit out of you, it's a whole jumpscare💀

- i feel like he has very stiff shoulders, sometimes he asks you to massage them for him — the only problem is he can't control the groans and praises that fall past his lips, and if anyone were to overhear him they would definitely think that something else was going on💀

- “fuck, that's it, baby… feels so fuckin’ good…”

- anyways😶

- sometimes you do skincare together, and omi would be lying if he said he understood any of it — he gets so confused when you put cucumber slices on his eyes or use a jade roller on him

- he does love the feeling of you applying different products to his face though, you're always so gentle with him <3

- omi loves to take bubble baths with you and just hold you in his arms, sometimes he goes all out with candles and rose petals, it's very romantic

- it rarely leads to anything more, sometimes he just needs to hold your body against his </3

- he's actually super protective over you, whenever you're out in public together and he notices someone else looking you up and down he gets all possessive, instinctively putting his arm around you and glaring at them

- there have been times where he's gotten into fights because someone wouldn't leave you alone at a bar, but that usually only happens when he's drunk

- speaking of which, drunk omi gets very emotional most of the time and will whisper slurred professions of his love in your ear, telling you how he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you and how lucky he is to have you </3

- he’s not always the best at showing it but omi loves you so so much, he truly thinks you're one of the best things to happen to him and he can't believe he actually gets to call you his <3

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi x reader #takeomi x you #✩444.writings #✩444.headcanons

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tiredbonbon · 2 years ago

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...Affairs

Pairing: William Afton x reader

Summary: (sort of a pt. 2 to my first post) After your initial encounter with Mr. Afton fate just has to leave you alone once again, and things only escalate from there.

Warnings!: age gap (reader is an adult), innappropriate relationships, making out, afab reader with gn! Prns, light mr. Kink (??)

Picture creds: Noisx

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Your first ‚real’ encounter with the aftons was... an interesting one at the least, events of it plaguing you for days over days. And worst was from it now even your harmless crush on their father, William, that was more something you'd giggle at occasionally than actually have on your mind, just had to blossom into something much worse on your psych...

God, the way he had called you 'luv' had replayed in your mind at least 1000 times, always making you touch your face in embarrassment, remembering how your name rolled off his tongue just a tad too smoothly made your chest ache every time it crossed your mind and worst was you couldn't even stop yourself from thinking about it, it had some kind of spell on your mind.

But who were you truly kidding here? Not only was the man divorced, but he was as old as your father, you really, really doubted he'd ever feel any kind of attraction towards you. No matter how honey smooth his british accent made your name sound. Still it could’nt forbid you from dreaming, right?

You made your best effort focusing on things that were not dilfy friends of your parents, which kinda resulted in a lot of productivity because well, you needed a lot of distraction to take your mind off of shit.

Most days you sat in the corner of your soldering hot room that the AC never reached, uncomfortably crooked over your desk as you scribbled down words in your notebook or listened to whatever angsty music you found in the best seller section of your local mega store. You found yourself avoiding going outside as well, maybe it was the horrible heat, laziness or the hidden anxiety you might accidentally run into your guilty pleasure firsthand.

*Drrrng, Drrrrrrng*

Your head perked up as you heard the muffled sound of your doorbell that was always just barely loud enough to hear when you didn’t have music on, you got up from your desk, sighing, you didn’t know who it was but it may just be some mail, and with how many teenagers were around the block you knew your dad would be pissed if any packages were stolen by some filthy porch pirates.

You went and walked downstairs, lazily making your way over to the door, only to nearly have your soul leave your body when you opened it.

Towering well over you a good 6‘1, you were jumpscared by the exact figure circulating your mind for the past week. „Ah, nice seeing you luv. Excuse me for the disturbance is your fatha‘ home?“

Fuck, there it was again, that god damn pet name. He leaned himself against the doorframe as you quickly remembered that you did in fact have to talk.

„O-OH- Mr. Afton- im so sorry, my dad isn’t at home right now, is there anything I can help you with.?“ you fixed your stance, crossing your hands in front of your lap.

„Ah, I actually just needed some tools I didn’t have at my place, didn’t want to fuss Henry about it.” He replied, “Oh well I can take you to the garage if you wanna take a look for it, why don’t you come inside?” You laughed awkwardly, gesturing behind you.

“That’d be very sweet of you hon, thank you.” He stepped past you inside as you felt your stomach twist, trying to hide your awkwardly curled face and quickly closing the door behind him. “Uh I quickly got to get the keys to the garage, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured to the kitchen table. He obliged, pulling out one of the chairs, “Can I get you anything?” You offered, fidgeting your fingers.

He chuckled, “Your too good to me luv, theres no need.” You laughed along with him, nervously, you felt so awkward and embarrassed at once, you sure as hell still couldn’t handle being alone with him in a room.

You turned back to the cabinets and fished out the key that opened the garage, turning back around to William, he was very obviously eyeing the original chica plushy placed at the side of the stovetop. He probably thought of it as unusual, chica plushies never really seemed popular, with the animatronic herself always standing in the shadow of the others, it always felt a bit sexist to you for some reason but at the same time chica probably also looked the creepiest out of the bunch.

“Hm, you got one of the plushes?” He met your eyes, “Uh yeah, Henry gave me one of those for my birthday.”

“Heh, you like em? I always thought they looked kinda dodgy.” He smirked, picking it up from the counter, “ts, the eyes are way too far apart, is this the kinda stuff kids are into these days?”

He snickered, still looking at the simple toy, “god these are hideous.”

You felt a bit shocked at his nonchalant attitude towards talking down to his own brand, sure he didn’t seem like the guy to actually be interested in the children’s entertainment genre, but that was unexpected.

He looked up to meet your eyes again, “Forgive me, I’m not insulting your taste luv.” He handed you back the plush, “no, no of course not-“ you laughed putting it back onto the counter, “they do look a bit derpy I suppose…”

You pulled the garage keys out, fondling them between your hands, “well I got the keys, right this way.” You gestured towards the hallway where the door to the garage was, you weren’t exactly sure why your dad kept it locked, but it was probably so you couldn’t get in when you were younger and now it was just force of habit.

You unlocked the door, letting him step down the small staircase to the inside before following behind, “what tools do you need either way?” You asked, trying to avoid any awkward silence. He leaned over the workbench, “just a kind of oil, I ran out at home.”

“Oil? I thought the animatronics fur covers could be worn as costumes, wouldn’t that soak in?” You asked, feeling a bit of genuine intrigue. “Costumes? No, that was a long time ago, back at Fredbears Family Diner. Its only a myth nowadays, the animatronics are there to be robots and robots only.”

“Well, if they were functional as both robots and costumes why not do that again nowadays? Seems useful if they ever go defect.” You followed up.

He snickered to himself, “Well, first off, me and Henry are too busy nowadays to entertain guests ourselves, its better to rely on technology to fill that job.”

He suddenly stood back up straight, walking over to you …uncomfortably close, so close you even had to stumble back a bit yourself to keep a little personal space, “Secondly,” You almost choked on the air in your lungs as he popped open a few buttons at the top of his shirt, making you think in all kinds of wrong directions for a moment, before pulling the fabric to the side, revealing an assortment or strangely shaped, noticeable scars. “Springlocks aren’t the safest thing out there.”

Internally, you slapped yourself, but also wondered if …that kind of demonstration was really necessary, “I can tell you, springlock failures ain’t pretty, I’d know it.” He pulled his shirt back into place, you meet his eyes for a moment, then looked away feeling how he loomed over you.

It took you a moment of complete silence to realize that you were indeed blushing, and that William was observing all of that.

“Heh.” His lips twitched up before he turned back to the workbench, looking around the tools messily scattered around.

‘Heh?’ FUCKING ‘HEH’??

WHAT DOES ‘HEH’ MEAN?

"Since those costumes served as both costumes and animatronics with minimal prep' time, even if a human was in it there would still be a lot of metal round' the body." He explained carefreely, scanning across the objects around, "Its supposed to be held back by the springlocks but, if those things came loose at any point the metal springs right back into place and it'd be lights out."

You felt yourself heat up all around your body, staying frozen not knowing what to do, you weren't truly listening in to his explanation anymore, your mind too fixed on previous events. “Shame, seems like you don’t have it here…” he sighed standing back up, “hm? Y/n?”

You pulled yourself back to reality, “oh apologies I uh..." you fingernails scratched the side of your neck, trying to find some way to either end your sentence. “Hm, are you okay luv?” He raised an eyebrow at you, resting his hands on his sides, “you have been looking a little dazed for a while now…” he inched closer.

You stepped back, not stopping him from approaching you further , like a wild animal inching at its prey. Now it was getting strange, seriously strange. Yet you still didn’t know what to say or do in the slightest.

You pressed air into your lungs, trying to build confidence to speak, though right as your lips parted, you felt the stone wall slam into your back, knocking all air from your chest.

He cornered you.

You flickered your eyes up, his face now dangerously close to you. The entire feeling of his aura washed down on your body, making you shrink together. His breath barely brushed your skin as his eyes wandered up and down your face.

What was he doing, what the fuck was even happening right now.

“Your too adorable…” he breathed, the chairs on your neck standing up at his tone of voice, “M- Mr. Afton you-“

He cut you off, “whats the low voice for hon? You don’t think I’d hurt you, right?” You shivered, feeling his fingers brush up your neck, as if they were imitating a blade, “Would I?”

You felt dizzy, he was touching you, even if it was so slight, it was like you fell into euphoria. “Please…” your voice whined quietly, even if you didn’t fully see it, you knew he was grinning, it was unspoken, but he saw right trough you, he, a man twice your age, and an entire head taller than you, had you cornered and pressed up against a wall, and you were loving it.

“Your too sweet for me…” he sighed, his lips barely speaking above yours as a high squirms escaped you , his hand making its way around your waist, “Knew it, you dirty dog…” his eyes narrowed, before he closed the near to desperate gap between you, his lips pressing down against yours.

Your eyes widened, as it took a moment for you to realize what was happening wasn't just your fantasy.

Your hand clung to the side of his shirt, trying to keep up with the sudden, extreme friction he forced on your lips without warning. God fuck, he was close, he was fucking kissing you, it felt unreal. He ripped your hand from his side, pinning it above your head before subtly pulling his lips from yours, only to slam them right back into each other, this time forcing your mouth open along with it.

“Mh-“ you moaned, his hand gripping yours as you let him fully push you back against the wall. You struggled back against his hand keeping you pinned for a moment, just to test it, but were quickly humbled feeling how firm his grip on you was.

He finally parted from you, leaving only a small string of your own saliva hanging from your lips. You let your head hang, knowing he was staring right ahead at you.

"Look at me luv." He commanded low toned, his hand moving from your waist and grabbing your face.

He pulled you up to face him, leaning in so close you could feel the bridge of your nose lean against his. "Yes, thats it." He smirked, "look at me with those eyes."

He rucked you against the wall again, this time pushing his body right into yours.

Oh.

'holy shit...' you thought you imagined it for a second, but there was no mistaken, you were actually getting him hard.

You inhaled sharply feeling kisses pressed to your neck, okay so, this was now gradually evolving into full on making out… „ah…“ you moaned under your breath, feeling his lips run along your skin.

„You should get something to remember me by luv, here let me help…“ he cooed in an obvious teasing fashion, his hands suddenly let go of your arm and face before tightly grabbing your waist, pulling you in.

„Mr. Aft- AH-„ you moaned probably a decibel too highly as his teeth pressed down into the soft flesh of your neck. Your latched onto his back as your head slowly let your head fall into his neck, it felt like a bit of an overstep in terms of body contact but damn, he had kissed you so what else could there be?

You felt an obvious, sore hickey forming on your neck, just low enough so it could be covered with a loose fitting shirt, but still placed in a way you knew it was there if you looked in the mirror, in a way that would probably make him stick in your mind for a lot longer.

„Mr. Afton..~“ his name rolled of your tongue as you basically whispered right against his ear, his grip on you tightened for a moment before he slammed you back into the wall behind you, almost a little too roughly.

His hand wrapped around your thigh, nearly pushing it up far enough to almost reach his shoulder, „keep calling me by that and I might just have to fuck you right here and now…“ he huffed, looking straight into your eyes. You face reddened dramatically, and you couldn’t help but fall into instant lust thinking about him pounding you raw, not leaving room for breath…

His lips twitched up, „would you want that?“

You felt like your breath got caught in your throat, no you couldn’t just say that, but you did… you bit your lip.

God how you wished to feel him, at this point, you had forgotten your morals, you wanted him to loom over you and to rip every slither of innocence from your body, no matter how harsh. He chuckled as you felt his body grind against yours, breathing heavily from the feeling.

„Fuck… please-„

„Y/n?! Are you around?“

You froze. That was undoubtedly your dearest mother‘s voice. Your eyes hesitantly met William‘s, who seemed equally confused, having stopped all movement as well.

„Oh, shit“

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