#just imagine that you look like a fucking sleep paralysis demon

[fridgrave2-0]

i can't believe THE video gave me a hyperfication on this loser

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Imagine you have a sleep paralysis demon. You tell yourself he’s not real but he is. He was only there at first to terrorize you so he can feed off your fear but slowly became obsessed with you.

One hot summer night in July your roommates are out on vacation and didn’t take you. It’s stiflingly hot even with AC and you can’t get comfortable so you sleep naked.

The demon watches you undress and can’t stop himself from getting hard. As you sleep it gets worse. You toss and turn, making the covers slip down and expose your body to him. He can’t resist anymore.

You awake to find him on top of you, grinding his hips against yours. He cups one of your breasts, kneading it and licking at your hard nipple as he lets out a low growl. You’re terrified, paralyzed by fear but can’t deny he’s touching you just right and can’t help but notice that up close he’s…beautiful.

You tell yourself you’re just dreaming and it’s all in your head but it feels real when he kisses you.

After a while he pulls back. Tentacles shoot out from his body and wrap themselves around your bare thighs and forcing them apart. Flustered you try to close them but you’re can’t and now there’s no hiding how wet he made you. “Looks like you like me after all.”

He spreads your outer lips apart to reveal your opening and tells you you have the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. He caresses your outer lips making you moan and slipping another slick tentacle inside you.

You should fight back but no longer want to. You can’t help but buck your hips against the appendage. The further it goes in the thicker it gets, stretching you open for him, twisting around inside you until you start shaking. He smirks and pulls it out just as you’re on the verge of cumming. Tears stream down your face from overstimulation. “More,” you whine.

He kisses you deeply again before unzipping his pants. His cock is perfect. Thick and veiny, but bigger than any human’s with ridges all down it. You bite your lips, afraid he won’t fit. He shushes you and rubs his cock back and forth over your throbbing clit until it’s slick with your juices.

You’re so wet the tip slips in without much resistance. He works his way in with slow thrusts, praising you for how good you’re taking his cock when it starts to hurt and kissing your neck as one of his tentacles latches onto your clit and starts sucking it. He pulls your legs apart wider, pinning them against the mattress until he’s fully sheathed.

Once inside he’s no longer gentle, biting your neck until it bleeds and pounding into you at a relentless pace as he tells you how good your pussy feels. You want to dig your nails into his back but he has your arms pinned above your head.

You moan and writhe so loud the whole neighborhood can hear as you beg him to fuck you harder until you clench around his thick cock, cumming as he fills you with his seed.

You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure and exhaustion you pass out in his arms. When you awake that morning you don’t know if it was real or not until you realize you can’t sit down. You can almost still feel his big cock inside you all day. As you shower and dress you see written in the fog on the mirror, “I’ll be back tonight ♡”

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[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Tfa sentinel fans on suicide watch

Noooo don't kill urselves ur so good at dominating that stupid fucking hunk aha

In all seriousness, i think it may come down to tfa sentinel being that much more insufferable. Sure, one was a TERRIBLE person and very much deserved what he got in the end, but he was also INCREDIBLY fun to watch, to the point where it's almost charming. He's a piece of absolute irredeemable slag but if you weren't aware of All The Crimes, you could probably tolerate being in the same room as him for awhile (even if he's a smug bastard from the very start)

The second TFA sentinel opens up his mouth, however, you immediately want to deck him in his bitch face. His actions were still terrible and irredeemable, even if not QUITE as bad as One's but good LORD his personality is outright noxious. He exists as a character for the primary purpose of being run through the humiliation conga line, and while that CAN be sexy to people that enjoy the idea of shutting up an unbelievably bratty sub that needs to get taken down a peg, it doesn't quite have the same wide appeal.

Either way I encourage the tfa sentinel truthers to fight for their terrible, terrible man with all they have. He was the original bastard sentinel. The very first stupid blue cunt with a stupid chin. He walked so tfone sentinel could run and then they both face planted after falling off a fucking cliff.

It's not just you, that actually may be my main problem with the bayverse designs. And why I don't actually mind some of the Decepticon designs as much. Megatron and Starscream from what I've seen don't look even REMOTELY human, they look like proper aliens (even if I still find them a touch overcomplicated), but then you look at Optimus and like. Boy what the hell are those lips? TFA Optimus you are not. It's almost worse with Lockdown

His face looks like a skull someone stuck a pair of wax lips on. Like if you just kinda cover everything beneath the nose and imagine a skull jaw or a freaky sharp teeth and mandibles situation it's no longer as uncomfortable to look at. There's still a lot going on, but it feels less like I'm being stared down by my sleep paralysis demon.

Genuinely I think the uncanny valley of it all is the part that skeeves me out. The overcomplicated plates coming together to make something that looks way too human to be alien and not human enough to be mundane. Weird monster features could have saved them 😔

He's like if a 2010s era barbie movie villain was allowed to commit war crimes. They really just engineered him in a lab to make him in unbelievably slay in the most bastardous way possible and that makes everyone want to completely ruin him

[livvy-fallen]

More animalistic headcannons about the demon bros and demons behavior in general because my hunger (just like Beelzebub) can never be filled. I hope I feed you well my children.

Do I even have to say it is Segestive?

So last time I briefly talked about mating calles. And I stay firm on that. Not only that but I one up that. And that's by the fact I believe that there's demonic language which to humans just sound like hisses, growling and chrips. There is 9 versions of demonic tounges. Of course the 7 sins each is a different animal so it makes sense? And 2 is the general like one that everyone that is devil born can read and write in if taught. Then theres a version for royals. If your like Solomon you can only speak a few words before you throat starts to bleed. It's to harsh for human vocal cords. It rips them apart.

However that doesn't mean you can't copy the specific animals. Only a couple words without any chancees with your vocal cords being ripped apart. After all their just animal noises , humans can mimic that anyways. For example if you hear Levi hiss you can copy it without much issue.

Now lets talk about how demons are fucking SCARYYYY

Because they are still man-eating demons. They have environment changes to eat humans. No matter what that's still hardwired into their system and never will leave. So yes do no worry if you see a pair of bright purple eyes looking at you at nighttime. Ignore how you can't move, it's just the 7th born's demon powers causing sleep paralysis. To them it's just a future meal he can share with his family. Don't worry, he was only checking on the human. he would never eat your soul... Let's hope yes? Just ignore the scratching on the walls you're ears pick up when Lucifer has to lock him away... Again.Don't question why you feel their sins often. Their not doing it on purpose... Most times.

Ignore when you hear their voice and you go to the room and see their not their. Probably on the ceiling. They forget that human just can't decide that being on the floor is so boring and love the wall.

For demons they are very unaware that humans aren't used to seeing demons or don't have the same strength. It also goes through same way for humans. Demons don't have what we consider adrenaline.. Well they do but not exactly. They can push themselves harder when they are in panic but it doesn't wear off like ours. It also isn't as good as what humans ares. Demons are strong anyways they can use more power then needed so they don't really have any their bodies can take all of their power unlike how we restrain ours so their brain doesn't really go past it's limites when adrenaline is added. So imagine their shock when you were in the underground tomb and as your going to get murdered you can suddenly pick up Beelzebub and Luke and run like fuck to get them safe.

It probably also surprised belphegor when all the sudden the weak human had enough strength where you could fight back and run to get yourself hurt. Of course you didn't manage to escape in time. But you left him with a hard to heal nose and a scar. (will definitely be writing a fic where you do survive because of your adrenaline)

Another thing is that demons have a natural sense of hierarchy in their families. The oldest you are the higher you are in power. This is mostly because the oldest tend to be stronger than their younger siblings. So while belphegor definitely does get pampered by his older siblings so do you. You are the youngest and the weakest. Sorry just true most human if not all can be as strong as a demon let a alone a avatar of a sin. So yes, in the later game if you complain or show any sign of pain you better get ready to deal with 6 clingy demons. Lucifer will simply do that in private if not life threatening.

I also fully believe that in heat demons are very.. Unhinged. For an example you wake up to a very happy Satan and Beelzebub at the foot of your bed with body covering them as you have a demon or an poor animal that crossed their path. Their only trying to show they can provide! Cue confused demons as you scream and call for another demon to help. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?! "Why are you screaming? Are you not in the mood for food? no no stop crying" "Not hungry but they haven't eaten in awhile!" WHAT THE FUCK?! I Suggest you sleep with your door locked. Not like it would stop them but it gives you warning to expect a dead body.

Do expect to randomly be pulled in a nest made by anyone during this. Fight all you want you are getting smothered in blankets and soft items AND YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT. The main nest makers in this household are going to be Mammon are belphi. A close one is Lucifer but he doesn't really do it in public. His room is under strong lock and key during this.

Do expect to get harassed when you try to wake up. You try to get up and your getting tackled by the all the 7 sins. You will be cuddled because your "scent" Lord kill me I'm so sorry is stronget at the morning. Your clothes? GONE. Your blankets? GONE. NOT SEEING THEM AGAIN your dignity? NON EXISTENT. You will be robbed of everything you own and will be found in one of the brothers nest. Which then you will be washing it so much because I mean... Do I have to explain? Especially Asmo douse anything you get back from the the embodiment of lust with the finest laundry detergent, Holly water either from Michael or God themselves and hand sanitizer.

Yes the demons are gonna be sore. If you have a period you know when everything and anything that can be sore is sore. That's that from them. If they are winged they will always have their wings out. 1 because achey. 2 presenting to either get or doing the dick downing. They are also going to preen/clean their wings every so often. 1 a day at max. Do be careful where you step please. You try to leave the nest by some miracle you do. Tails and wings are everywhere. One wrong step and your setting off every demon in the HOL.

This is shit. This is very crappy. Please make more creative/ animalistic hc.. I beg 🙏

once again asks and requests are open and I yearn to see one

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Baby fever yandere shigaraki x chubby fem reader noncon smut 

A/n: this took me two days of writing this and it's based on my post and my baby fever, I couldn't help it🥴💦💦 p.s. I know it's bad, leave me alone. AO3

Warnings: scummy shigaraki + choking kink + creampies + body worship + violent + tomura kidnaps reader + breeding + dead dove DO NOT EAT. MINORS/ANTIS/AGELESS DNI !!

Shigaraki never once thought of having children in his life nor caring about relationships, his main goal was to destroy hero society and make it better. He was at the mall casually walking too deep in his thoughts.

Tomura never thought about it until he saw you, he was breathless to the least. Your curvy body, the way you bounce happily coming out of a hot topic with hello kitty merch, very girly items too. He couldn't help but want to kidnap and lock you in his room to fill you up for hours… Then his thoughts start to get more dirtier by the minute, he bites his scarred lips to stop the groans coming out.

He thought about knocking you up and filling his semen inside your womb to imagine if your belly would get bigger.

His body has a mind of its own instead of heading to the gamestop for games, his main goal was to get you alone.

He quietly follows behind you, he almost laughs at how you clearly weren't looking at your surroundings and happily humming heading home.

What? Just because there heros around doesn't mean you're safe.

Once you're heading to a dark alley it was His time to strike quick to his feet, he put his hand around your throat and almost choked you while you're struggling. It turns out you're putting up a fight, the items fell to the trash cover ground.

Tomura had to wrestle with you until he pinned you down on your back with his hand on your throat. Your frightened tearing eyes were turning him on more.

" Wow… you're a pain.. but fuck I love it when they fight back. " Your eyes were dilating fast, he felt your legs trying to kick or thrust your hips up to get him off of you but it was making him grunt out.

" Ooohh I see you're still fighting back. " He chuckled darkly. " Stop struggling more or you will accidentally disintegrate by my quirk. " His pinky wiggled close to your neck as your eyes were practically bulging out and went limp. Mhmm fuck, that hot he thought to himself.

" Heeh good now you're listening.. you gotta be good for me and your life wouldn't be wasted. " He leans in to lick the side of your face up to your ear as he begins nipping it.

He can hear your choked out cries and sob for help.

He can't wait to take you ' home ' and break you down until you're nothing but wanted him and his cock only.

He grabs both of your hands up and finally releases the hold of your neck, costing you to gasp for air and breathing heavily.

" You're coming wit-.. "

He felt a wetness on his cheeks as he realized you spit at him.

" Fuck you-.. " he begins to choked you more as he begin to tsk at you.

" Such a fucking brat… don't worry I'm planning on destroy that attitude of yours. " Your eyes went wide, he's waiting for you to lose consciousness, your eyes blinked fast and you're starting to feel lightheaded.

He chuckled again as your body isn't moving.. 

You slowly wake up, was it a dream.. you feel comfortable in the soft sheets only to realize this isn't your bed nor your room.

You begin to move only to hear rattle noises, your eyes see both your ankles and wrists in chains.

" Oh good you're awake so we can have some fun. " Chills running down your spine as you see him in the chair with the bright colorful light coming from his computer.

He slowly turns around as you start to cry out, he looks like a sleep paralysis demon that you get from nightmares and this is one of them that turns into reality.

" Please I don't wanna be here I-.. " he begins to get up and walk close to you so close that you see his red eyes stare into your soul.

"Shut up, you talk too much… oh I know." You started to gag out as he shoved three fingers in your throat, you mentally remember his quirk and his deadly hands touching your tongue.

"Aww where that back talk? Struggling to answer that baby." He purrs at you, your head is pulled away roughly as you look into his cold heartless stare.

"You're gonna take what I give you." You watch his smile turn more sinister by the second. " I'll impregnate you, giving you our greatest spawn of life. " Your lip starts to shake in fear. 

"You… you can't DO THAT-! I DON'T WANT THIS!!" You scream at him only to laugh at your face. 

He proceeds to decay his own clothes off as you keep screaming at him to stop.

Tomura has enough of your screams so he shoved his throbbing manhood into your mouth, you bit his dick only for you to get slapped in the face hard.

Your hiccups sobs were only the thing echoing in the room.

Tomura shoves his length back into your mouth as you begin to suck more and licking the underside of his cock.

"Aww the baby finally got their bottle, are you calm now brat?" Tomura coo at you as if you're an infant.

His narrow hips thrust into your mouth as he starts to get rough and fast, you couldn't fight back or push his hips away from these chains.

He groans loud as he grabs a handful of your hair making you focus down more of his cock.

He quickly pulls away and you pant like a dog in heat.

Shigaraki gets on the bed as you begin to shake uncontrollably so that you know what is coming.

He grabs his hot throbbing dick tap your clit then begins to hotdog your entrance, his cock between your lips as he groans out.

"Please… stop." He chose to ignore your pleas and went fast. You felt his tip almost hit your entrance and finally you gave in.

You look into his lustful eyes as he stares back at you unsettling.

"Please… fuck me." Tomura pauses as he tilts his head to the side.

"What?" You turned away embarrassed but he forcefully grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

"Say it again." Your eyes twitch with anxiety.

"Please fuck me-.." no waring shigaraki slammed his cock inside of you costing you to scream out.

Your cries didn't last long as Tomura began to aggressively make out with you, he slid his slimy tongue inside as your tongues fight for dominance but clearly tomura was stronger than you.

The pain in your lower abdomen gets stronger each time shigaraki slammed his hips to yours.

The squenching rings in your ears and the sound he makes, deep growls and scratchy whines.

You feel hot liquid in your womb to realize he is reaching his orgasm.

His cock twitching as his semen fills you up.

You watch tomura's hand move to your ankles and proceed to decaying the metal chain, your legs now free.

Shigaraki pushing your thick thighs over your chest, making you into a mating press and pounding into your tight hole.

The sweat coming down from his face as your cry echo out more and your fingers dig on your palms, this fucking hurts.

Tomura sighs heavily as you feel more of his cum hitting your walls.

You start to notice your belly getting bigger… holy shit.. how much cum does he have ??

"Fuck… look at you." Tomura grabs your chin as he makes you stare into his lustful crimson eyes.

"Carrying all my babies inside of you.. aughh fuck." His hand goes to your belly areas and proceeds to rub it with care and gentleness.

It catches you off guard, his thrusts heavy and rough but his hand movement seems more careful and sincere.

Your eyes roll back and scream out, you don't know how many orgasms you've gotten up to but you start to feel lightheaded and overstimulated.

Tomura twisted your body around so you were on your knees, it was an uncomfortable position.

Shigaraki begins to aggressively bite your shoulder area, your neck covered up with bruises and bite marks.

Your tear sliding down your face as you felt his hands caressing your swollen belly then grabs your hips to get more rough, you felt his tip hitting your cervix, your cries louder each time he hit it.

" Shit I'm coming again aughh fuck-! " Tomura wraps his arms around your neck putting you in choke hold.

The ringing echo in your ears and you start to reach your high, you never had this intense orgasm in your life. The skin slapping skin, heavy cries and choked out moans were music to his ear.

Your wall contracting around his cock making him reach his end, more cum filled you up, you can feel his sticky heavy liquid sliding down your thick thighs.

It all went quiet, only the sound of his breathing and the smell of sex and sweat in the air.

Tomura removes his arm from your neck, you can feel it hot and hurting.

Shigaraki leans in to give soft kisses to your face, you feel numb, your body limp, unable to move.

"Don't worry baby, I'm letting you rest so we can go for more rounds." He removed himself as he put new boxers on as he moved to the computer.

"I'll clean you up after I finish, don't make a peep." You were too tired to make a sound or more.

Heavy sleep slowly consumes you.

[inkmonster21]

Nothing’s Changed

Trailer Park Boys

Julian x Fem!Reader

When you come back to Sunnyvale after almost a decade Julian can no longer hold his feelings back.

Warnings: foul language, smoking, drinking, SMUT, basic trailer park boys shit

(Wrote this just to satisfy my sleep paralysis demon - don’t expect it to get much love)

~o0o~

Julian steps out of his trailer, the late morning sun casting a warm glow around him. A pensive expression rests on his face, his hand clutching a glass of liquid, clearly en route to somewhere. As he descends the porch steps, his gaze momentarily drifts towards you, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, as he just then noticed your presence.

He speaks your name softly, the letters sounding like a familiar song he hasn’t sung in years. Julian's jaw drops for a second before he takes a couple of steps towards you. It's been so long after all.

“Julian!” You gasp with a wide smile and wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you throw yourself into his arms, he hugs you tightly in return. He's stunned, not believing you're actually here in front of him. He pulls away just enough to get a good look at you, eyes roaming over you slowly. “Is it really you?”

“In the flesh.” He shakes his head in disbelief as he keeps a firm hold around your waist. “Damn.. how long has it been? Feels like forever.” You bite your lip counting up the years, “8 years.”

“Way too long.” He lets his hand slide down from your waist to take your hand in his, not wanting to let you go yet. “Damn, look at you. You haven't changed a bit.” You wave a hand at him. “Oh, hush. Look at you! Muscle man!”

Julian laughs, a full, deep, laugh. He shakes his head and playfully bumps your shoulder as he chuckles. “You always did know how to flatter a guy.” “Call it a talent, huh?”

“And just as feisty as I remember.” He grins at you. He didn't want to admit it, but he's feeling really damn happy seeing you again. Happy doesn't even seem like a strong enough word, honestly. He's practically ecstatic.

You smile at him before taking a look around. “This place has changed a lot. Looks good. Who owns the park now?” “It's a lot tamer than it used to be.” He follows your gaze, taking in the new trailers set up around the park. “I actually own it now.” You gasp at him. “Julian! That is amazing! Just what you always wanted. I’m so proud of you.”

Julian blushes a bit at your praise. Honestly, he wasn't expecting you to say that and it caught him off guard. He glances down at the ground, suddenly feeling a little awkward. Clearing his throat, he looks back up at you. “It wasn't easy. Had to fight pretty damn hard to get ownership.” You roll your eyes, “I can imagine.“

He grins crookedly. “Yeah. Took some bribes, had to rough up some guys.. same old song and dance, really. It was worth it in the end, though. I own the park now and we run a few legit businesses that keep us out of too much trouble. It was a lot of work, but I got the place cleaned up and now it's actually a decent place to live.”

Just then, gunshots go off. Instantly, a scowl appears on Julian's face and he grabs your wrist, pulling you behind his body quickly as protection. He whips around, looking to where the shots were coming from. “What the fuck?”

“Goddamnit, Ricky!” Julian hisses, “he just can't stay out of trouble!” He continues to hold your hand, practically dragging you along as he makes his way to Ricky's trailer.

When you arrive Ricky is yelling at Cory and Jacob. “You two idiots can’t let those fucking squirrels under the trailer!” Julian runs up to Ricky, yanking him around to look at him. “What is wrong with you, shooting off your damn gun like that?”

But Ricky just shoves it off. “I had to try and get these squirrels, Julian! They’re going to eat all the fucking weed and birth little baby squirrels, then the whole park will be overrun with those hash hating bastards!”

Julian rubs a hand down his face, exasperated at Ricky's stupidity already. “Christ, man. You can not just shoot your gun whenever you want, Ricky. We're supposed to be keeping a low profile.” You smirk and cross your arms, “and it looks like you all are doing a terrific job at that.”

Ricky looks to you and widens his eyes. “Holy shit! When’d you get back?” He pulls you in for a hug. “Just a few minutes ago actually. Got my mom's old trailer. Gonna fix it up.”

Julian rolls his eyes, Ricky, why are the squirrels a problem right now?” “They’re eating the hash! I saw its little ass run under the trailer. Cory and Jacob can’t even use a fucking net right. Hopeless idiots!” Ricky says frantically. Julian pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales slowly. He was a patient man but even he had a limit. “There are things called traps, Ricky. You could always try using one.”

Ricky rolls his eyes. “I got a 9-millimeter led trap right fucking here!” Julian runs a hand down his face and mutters, “Jesus Christ” under his breath. “Ricky, you can’t just shoot every problem you have.” He looks to Cory and Jacob and gives them a nod. “You two boys run along. Go find some shade to sit in.”

Cory and Jacob nod as they walk away,

Cory tripped over his own feet as they both eyed you up like love-struck idiots. Julian barely resists the urge to roll his eyes again. He’s caught the way they’re ogling you out of the corner of his eye, but he’s too focused on talking to Ricky to deal with that right now. “C’mon, let’s go inside Ricky.”

You three look at all the plants. Julian sighing as he counts the ones missing. “Damn it, Ricky.. How many plants have the opossums gotten now?” “4! that’s what’s I’m trying to tell you, Julian! We need someone to sleep here and catch them before they eat all my fucking hash!” “So put up a damn trap! Hell, put up a few! What do you want me to do??” Julian asks, frustrated.

You smile at the banter. Nothing has changed at all. You sniff one of the plants. “Damn Ricky. This smells good.” Julian gives you a slight smirk as you admire Ricky’s product. He’d missed that about you. Your laid back, no-bullshit attitude never failed to impress him.

“You guys wanna smoke some?” Ricky asks with pre rolled joint in his fingers. Julian glances over at you, considering for a split second before nodding. “You in, princess?” He asks, turning his attention to you. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Julian smiles at your response. He grabs the joint from Ricky and takes a lighter from his pocket. Placing the joint between your lips, he lights it for you. “Ladies first.” He can’t help but watch intently as you bring the joint to your mouth and inhale, his eyes on your lips. It was always a little mesmerizing to watch you smoke, something about your confidence and the fact he always loved watching your lips wrapped around the joint as you took a drag.

Julian snaps out of his little trance when Ricky’s questions you, “so, what are you doing back here, huh, Miss Hollywood?” His eyes go back up to your face and he listens intently. “Yeah, how long you staying?”

“Uh… long term.” You say quickly. You and your soon to be ex husband were in the mix of a very very very messy divorce and all you had left to your name right now was your moms old trailer lot, and whatever cash you had in that old get away purse you took before you left your husband.

Julian studies you intently, trying to read your thoughts on your face. You’d obviously left out the bits about your divorce and husband. He could tell that you weren’t planning on returning to wherever it is you live anytime soon. He knows better than to ask, though, at least right now. He takes the joint from you and takes a long hit, the smoke filling his lungs in a familiar way that helps him relax. “Well, I’m sure we can make some room for you here, then.” “I would appreciate it.” You smile. It felt nice to be home. Back to your roots.

Julian had absolutely thought about it. A lot. But he was always worried about messing up the friendship you had. He had seen too many other relationships of his end and he didn’t want to risk losing you. Plus, you had left and his feelings of abandonment had convinced him that you weren’t interested anyway. Now, though.. it’s like the floodgates are opening and he’s suddenly reminded of how much he’s missed you and how attracted to you he actually is.

“Since you’re back let’s have a barbecue. A little welcome home party for you.” Julian suggests. He knows how you get when you had a few drinks and he won’t lie, he’s excited at the thought of seeing you all loose and carefree again. Maybe even a little flirty. He glances over at Ricky to see what he thinks.

Julian smirks, knowing his friend will absolutely be on board with anything that involves free food and alcohol. “What do you think, Rick? Sound good?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Let’s get fucked up!” He laughs and nods at him, knowing Ricky would have said yes no matter what because he just loves a good party, then looks back to you.* Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a get together then.

Julian is excited, and he can’t wait to have you around and a lot closer. This could end up being a pretty good night. “Anything you in the mood for? Beer, liquor, joints for days?” He grins at you as he asks the question, already knowing the likely answer. You look to him, “don’t think I’ve changed that much, Jules. Still the same trailer trash girl who’s always chasing your ass around.”

Julian laughs, your words and the smirk on your face sending a shiver down his spine. Damn, how’d he forget how sexy you are when you got all confident. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.”

You effortlessly catch up with everyone, a smile on your face as Sarah and Lucy excitedly chat away, their words spilling out in a rush. Julian sits nearby, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observes the scene between you and the girls, his gaze lingering with a sense of contentment. “After all these fucking years you still got that stupid look in your eyes.” Ricky says laughing.

Julian snaps his head to Ricky. “Shut up, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s clearly not doing a good job of denying the look because he can’t seem to take his eyes off you for more than two seconds. He huffs and takes a deep pull of the joint. He hated how well Ricky knew him sometimes. He couldn’t be any more obvious so what was the point in trying to deny it?

“Hush, Ricky, I think it’s beautiful.” Bubbles defends Julian’s gaze. Julian glances over at Bubbles with slight embarrassment. He knew the big man was always perceptive and picked up on these kinds of things easily. It was like he had a sixth sense for love. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Bubs. Just enjoying having her back around, is all.”

Ricky smirks, “you think she’s gonna move that pussy husband up here?” Julian rolls his eyes. Of course Ricky would bring up your husband. “Don’t know what was thinking.” He says, feigning apathy. Honestly, he was hoping she was gonna get rid of the damn guy for good, but he wasn’t going to bring that up. Not yet anyway.

Bubbles huffs with a frown, “I hope not. He was mean. Kicked my kitties. Called me funny looking. Stupid son of a whore.” Julian nods in agreement. He definitely didn’t like the douchebag either. The thought of him kicking any of the cats pissed him off and he made a mental note to beat his ass if the guy ever stepped foot in the park again. “Damn right, bubbles. I don’t care for him either.” Julian remembers when he met him. Judging him right off the bat. Wouldn’t even shake his hand. Called him a drunk. You’d be better off without him.

Julian looks on with a slight smile as J Roc preforms an impromptu song he started up as soon as he found out you were back in town. The rest of the gang is hooting and jeering as J Roc raps and Julian shakes his head, finding the whole thing amusing. He turns his head and glances at you, catching you watching, clearly just as amused as he is.

Julian watches as you get pulled onto the stage, his eyes glued to you. The sight of you laughing and having fun like this makes his chest ache in the best way. Even after all these years you were still so damn gorgeous and carefree and the sound of your laughter has always been like music to his ears. He watches as you join T on the stage

“Now lemme hand dis shinzza over to one of the hottest bitches in the pack, ya know what ima sayin, HAA!” Julian rolls his eyes at the way the guys are all hollering and cat calling as they hand you the microphone. They’re basically drooling over you and the sight makes him more than a little possessive. He can’t tell if he’s more annoyed at the guys for acting like this or at you for looking so goddamn good right now.

You laugh into the microphone. “Wow, this is definitely the warm welcome I was wanting! It’s great to be back in Sunnyvale!” Julian can’t fight back a small smile as he watches you address the group. He always loved the way you never minded having all eyes on you. You were a show off but you backed it up every damn time and somehow you never failed to impress him. “Now I know we’re all wondering… why the fuck am I back?”

Julian can’t help but snicker at your question. He can tell by the look on your face that you plan on being dramatic here and he’s here for it. All eyes are on you now as everyone waits for your next words, including his. “Well,” you flash the shiny diamond on your finger. “I am getting divorced!” You slip the ring off and shove it into your pocket. “Fuck that mother fucker!”

There’s a loud round of cheers as you announce the divorce. Julian can’t help but smirk at the way you threw the ring into your pocket. Not even a shred of sadness or regret on your face. He was so goddamn glad to have you back here.

Ricky slaps Julian on the shoulder. “There you go, buddy,” Ricky snickers. Julian glances at Ricky and smirks, deciding to keep up his act of feigned indifference for now. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Rick.”

Julian turns his eyes back to you as Ricky walks away, focusing in just as you start to speak again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you if he tried. Not when you were like this. He just wanted to take you and lock you up in his trailer so he could have you to himself, but no one else is giving away any hints that they’ve noticed his obvious attraction.

You gracefully make your way off the stage, your spirits high after a great performance. As you approach Julian, he offers you the joint pinched between his fingers. Silently, you take a seat beside him and accept the joint, inhaling deeply and letting the familiar smoke fill your lungs.

He’s so close he could probably smell whatever damn lip gloss you were rocking. Julian's eyes are trained on you as he broaches the topic that's been looming. "How come you didn't mention that you and the pretty boy were separated?" His voice is cool and collected, but a hint of curiosity hangs in the air.

Julian keeps his face carefully neutral and takes another hit of the joint, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Part of him wanted to be honest with you and part of him wanted to make a snarky comment, but he does neither.

You wave your hand in a dismissive manner, “oh, we just decided to go our separate ways. It was mutual. Very civil.” You hate to lie but the truth would cause a whole lot more damage.

Julian’s eyebrows raised in disbelief at your choice of words. He didn’t buy that for a second, but he decides to keep his suspicions to himself for now. He passes you the joint again as he tries to think of a response. “Yeah, because a mutual and civil separation is a completely logical reason for a freshly separated woman to come and crash at her old trailer park and throw her wedding ring away.”

“I didn’t throw it away. I’ve got it in my pocket. Going to pawn it tomorrow morning.” Julian snorts softly and glances at you. The visual of you tossing the expensive ring into your pocket so flippantly is playing in his mind. You were clearly in a mood right now and he’d be lying if he said you weren’t sexy as hell like this. “Oh, yeah? Gonna spend all the money on booze? Typical.” “No, I’m not Ricky.” You sit back in your chair smoking the joint. “Just want to get rid of it is all.”

Julian watches as you take another hit and he wonders what’s going through your mind right now. He could sense the subtle hint of something going on under the surface but he wasn’t sure if it would be polite (or smart) to ask. Instead, he focuses on a different aspect of your comment. “Ricky would have hocked that ring and spent the money in like 10 minutes flat.” You agree, “on the dumbest shit he could find.”

As it gets later and the party really gets going, you get more and more drunk, and Julian is loving it. You’ve always let down more of your guard when you were intoxicated and he was loving this side of you. You were still the perfect blend of sexy and funny and you were getting clingier by the second. It was taking everything in him right to not get up and go find Ricky and throw his ass out for the night so he could have you all alone.

“I’ve missed this,” your head settles against his shoulder. You were definitely drunk if you were this clingy and he was enjoying it so much that he couldn’t even be bothered to stop himself from putting an arm around you to pull you closer. “You missed what, princess? The booze and shitty weed?” There was more to it than that, of course. You laugh. “Definitely missed the shitty weed. Just has that special taste to it, you know?”

He chuckled softly. This wasn’t even decent weed. This was straight up rag weed. But in true trailer park style, you could make anything fun. He pulls you even closer, using the excuse of needing to reach for the joint as his reason. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

The wind is cold, but the combination of alcohol and having you basically in his lap is making Julian feel warm enough to ignore it. He wraps his other arm around you, trapping you against his body. A sense of possessiveness is slowly starting to take over and he can’t fight it anymore. You were his and only his and he’d kick anyone’s ass for even looking at you right now.

You down your final drink and place the jar down. “Well, fellas, laddie friends, I am off to bed.” Julian frowns slightly as you pull away from him and start to get up. The warmth and weight of your body against his was something he craved and he didn’t want to let go. He was about to speak up and keep you here with him where you belonged when Ricky beat him to the punch. Ricky states, “Aw, come on, you’re totally pooping the party. Stay a while. The fuck you need to get up for in the morning?”

Julian nods, silently agreeing with Ricky. You weren’t sleeping in that goddamn shitty little trailer of yours. Not while he was here. But he doesn’t push it. He lets go of you and waits to see what you say.

Julian is glad to see that you didn’t take a lot of convincing. He knew you weren’t as willing to give in when you were sober, but drunk you was an entirely different beast. He knew you’d give in and stay. “Fuck, guys you’re making me make bad choices again.”

Julian smirks and pulls you down onto the chair with him, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you there. He’s acting on pure instinct and possessiveness at this point and he doesn’t even care. “You never did make good choices in the first place.” Grateful for the darkness, relieved for the rosy hue that has spread across your cheeks. Despite your efforts to remain composed, a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty has managed to surface, tinting your face with a soft shade of pink.

Julian tried to move on. He really did. But no other woman compared to you. He’d tried everything to forget about you, but no matter what, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Now that you were here again, in his lap, looking the most breathtaking you’d ever looked, it was like all the years apart had disappeared. Nothing had changed. You were his and his alone, and he’d be dammed if he was ever going to let you go again.

Ricky decided to take a jab at your ex, “yeah like that asshole you shipped off with. Not your best decision.” Julian feels a pang of possessive anger as Ricky mentions your ex. The last thing he wanted was to hear another word about that douchebag, especially not right now when he had you in his lap. He tightens his grip on you slightly, pulling you closer.

You roll your eyes, your hand going to the back of Julian’s neck and toying with his hair. “Ugh, don’t mention him right now. You’ll kill the mood.” Julian can’t help but feel a little smug at you automatically reaching up and playing with his hair. You’d always loved doing that to him, and he couldn’t deny how nice it felt. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with desire as he watches your fingers trailing through his hair, and his grip on you tightens even more. “Yeah, Rick. No one wants to hear about that bastard right now.”

As you play with his hair, brushing and tugging on it, Julian starts to let his hands wander. He wants to touch you everywhere he can, to keep you on his lap and never let you leave. His fingers move up and down your thighs, tracing random patterns into your skin, and he’s fighting back every urge to keep his hands from wandering further. He tilts his head down and buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You smell of booze, perfume, and him - at least, the way he wants you to. He starts peppering light kisses along your skin, moving down to your collarbone and pressing a more firm kiss there before moving back to your neck.

You pull away and look down at him. “I… I should really get going. I’ve got to unload all my shit tomorrow.” Julian can’t stop the small growl that escapes his lips as you say that. The last thing he wanted was for you to go anywhere right now - especially not back to that shitty trailer of yours. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened and filled with something almost feral, as he responds firmly. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” The possessive way with which he grabs your hip and keeps you firmly in his lap, tells you that he’s not going to just let you go without a fight. You were his and he was going to prove it to you no matter what. You think he’s going to let you leave after being away for nearly eight years? No way in hell.

Julian’s eyes stay fixed on your face as he watches your reaction. He can see that hint of a smile and it just fuels the possessive feeling even more. You’re sitting in his lap. Touching him. Smiling at his words. You clearly haven’t forgotten the way things used to be between the two of you and that gives him a sense of hope. Maybe there was a second chance in all of this, if he played his cards right.

He tightens his grip on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, and brings his other hand up to rest on your cheek. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened with desire, and he can’t help the words that start spilling from his lips. “You’re not leaving here tonight. You’re coming home with me.”

“Julian, no. I’ve got my mom’s trailer. It’s okay.” Julian lets out a low, frustrated growl as you protest to his words, his grip on you tightening even more to the point that it’s bordering on painful. “I said no. You’re not sleeping in that goddamn trailer. Thing doesn’t even have heat or AC right now. You’re coming home with me tonight.” You lean into him. “Fine. Since you’re the boss.”

Julian finally allows his grip to loosen slightly as you lean into him. He’s relieved that you gave in so quickly. He didn't want to have to fight you too hard on this. He lifts his hand up and starts threading his fingers through your hair, watching you with darkened eyes. “You’re damn right I’m the boss.” He keeps caressing your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He’s starting to want to get out of here and bring you to his trailer now. He wants you to himself, but he knows he’s going to have to wait until everyone else starts going to bed. He doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention.

But that wasn’t long. Everyone started filing out and going home to their trailer. Ricky stands with Lucy’s hand in his. “Well, I’ll see you fucks tomorrow. Lucy and I are going to bang.” You laugh and wave them off. Julian rolls his eyes as Ricky makes his departure, Lucy in tow. He couldn't care less what those two were going to be doing. His only focus was on you right now. He looks over at you as you wave them off, feeling more and more impatient to get you to his trailer so he could have you alone.

“Let’s go too. I’m getting a little cold.” You say as you rub the exposed skin on your arms. Julian gives a sharp nod in agreement, already starting to push you up from the chair and onto your feet. As soon as you’re standing, he’s up after you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his side. You are cold. Come on, princess. Let’s get you back to my trailer where it’s warm.

“Oh, wait.” You stop at your car, openinf the back, and bend over to retrieve your bag. Julian’s attention was immediately drawn to the way the position causes your shorts to ride up. He has to force himself to look away before he gets too distracted.

You stand up straight, now with a black duffel bag swinging at your thigh. “Lead the way, Jules.” Julian grabs your free hand and starts to lead you towards his trailer, his thoughts still somewhat distracting him from the walk. He was having a hard time just being able to walk in a straight line without the need to touch you, caress you, and keep you close.

As youstep into the trailer, your gaze sweeps over the eclectic decor. The scent of a mixture of bourbon and cigarettes fill the air, mingling with the faint strains of classic rock music playing in the background. The walls, lined with faded photographs and vintage album covers, give the trailer a rugged and lived-in atmosphere. Everything has a well-worn yet charming quality to it, reflecting Julian's laid-back personality.

Julian closes the trailer door behind the two of you before taking your bag off your shoulder and tossing it next to his couch, making his way to the sofa and taking a seat. He pats the spot next to him, silently ordering you to come sit down.

As you take a seat, Julian can’t help but look at you sitting there. Seeing you here, in his space after so many years, stirred up a mixture of nostalgia and desire in him. His eyes roam up and down your body, taking in every curve and contour. He couldn’t take it anymore - he needed to touch you now.

With a fluid movement, Julian sets down his glass, the air crackling with tension between you two. His eyes never leave your gaze. His voice is soft but firm as he speaks, his restraint slowly crumbling. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, babe."

As the term "babe" rolls off Julian's tongue, it ignites a familiar flame within you. You are transported back in time, reminded of the days of youthful infatuation and the countless favors you had done for him. There is a tinge of sorrow in your heart as you reminisce about what could have been. "Sometimes," you say softly, your voice laced with both longing and regret, "I wish I had married you instead."

Julian's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your admission. He had always wondered what might have been, and your confession fuels the spark of possibility in his heart. Closing the last bit of distance between you two, he cups your chin gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

The distance between your faces shrinks to mere inches as Julian closes in, his breath hot against your skin. His words, whispered like a secret, make your heart race even faster. "Always wanted to kiss you," he confesses, his gaze locked onto your lips with a fierce intensity.

The distance between your faces shrinks to mere inches as Julian closes in, his breath hot against your skin. His words, whispered like a secret, make your heart race even faster. "Always wanted to kiss you," he confesses, his gaze locked onto your lips with a fierce intensity.

The air is thick with desire as you lean closer, your voice laced with playful tease. "Try it, you might like it," you say, daring him to take the leap. Julian's eyes darken with want, his breath hitching as he responds. "Oh, I know I'll like it." And with that, his lips meet yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

Electricity crackles through your body as Julian's lips capture yours. The kiss is tentative at first, almost as if he's savoring the moment, but as soon as his tongue flicks against yours, it becomes more intense. One of his hands cups the back of your head, pulling you closer, while the other slips around your waist, pressing you firmly against him.

With a controlled grace, Julian guides you down onto the worn couch, the old cushions sinking beneath your weight. He positions himself between your legs, his body pressing into yours, as he continues to kiss you with a growing hunger. His hands roam over your body, exploring every contour, like a man possessed.

Julian pauses for a moment, pulling away from your lips just enough to speak, his voice hoarse with desire and confession. "I've wanted you forever," he repeats, his eyes searching yours, as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. The words hang in the air, filled with the weight of all the years of unacknowledged desire between you two. You wrap your arms around his neck, “then stop wasting your time, Swazey.”

A small laugh escapes Julian's lips at your attempt to lighten the moment. He grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and teasing. "Stop wasting my time, huh?" he echoes, his voice dripping with faux incredulity. "Fine, then." With that, he swoops back down to claim your lips once again, this time with a renewed fervor. "No more wasted time," he murmurs against your mouth.

He pushed forward slightly and laid you down on the worn couch, the springs creaking beneath your weight as he loomed over you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're still legally married, aren't you?" Julian growled, his voice rough with want. You nodded, your nerves building. “But, we don’t have to if you don’t-“ Julian cuts you off with another kiss. “Oh fuck no. I hate that motherfucker. Just wanted to make sure I can tell him I banged his wife.”

Julian's hands slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing the lace of your bra. He deftly unhooked your bra, his mouth descending to capture one hardened nipple between his lips as he pulls your shirt up. He sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand traveled further down, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You arched off the couch, your back bowing as Julian's skilled fingers found your wetness, stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. "Oh God, Julian," you panted, your head thrashing from side to side. You’ve never known such want and desire. "I need you inside me. Now."

With a swift motion, Julian tore at your shorts, ridding you of the remaining barriers between the two of you. He kicked off his own pants, his thick cock springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself between your thighs, his tip nudging at your entrance.

"Please," you begged, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck me, Julian. I want to feel you."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you, pussy clenching around him, hot and tight. Julian groaned, his eyes rolling back as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. He pounded into you, his hips slamming against yours, the couch creaking with each savage stroke.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his hands gripping your thighs, leaving red marks on the skin. "I've dreamed of this pussy for years."

You cried out, orgasm building swiftly as Julian hit all the right spots, his cock seemingly designed to pleasure. "I'm close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop, Julian. You’re gonna make me come." He obliged, quickening his pace with each thrust. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice hoarse with lust. "Come all over my cock."

As if on cue, your body shattered, waves of pleasure rippling through. You screamed his name, pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him as your juices flowed. Julian thrust through your orgasm, his own climax building to a fever pitch.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours as he emptied his load deep inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum.

You both lay entangled on the couch, hearts pounding and bodies glistening with sweat. Julian brushed the hair from your face, his expression softening as he gazed down at you. "I've wanted you for so long. I hope this isn't just a one-time thing."

You smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief once more. "I'm not leaving Sunnyvale anytime soon." You kissed him once more, tongues tangling in a promise of more to come, Julian knew that this time, he would do whatever it took to keep her in his life, and in his bed.

[minced-mangoes]

Merry Crisis losers. You guys like my Obey Me posts, so for a Christmas special, I'm gonna talk about the lamest old man ever. Lucifer.

Despite my original dislike for for Lucifer, he's grown on me, like some sort of prideful mold.

This guy would end up being so fucking touchy. He's obviously touch starved, or well, touch starved specifically for comforting touches. Please, give him head pats and hugs. I think he'd quite enjoy having you nap on his lap while he works. You're not heavy to him at all, and he can easily work around you cuddled up to him. Extra points for the fact he can use you as an excuse to A. Not get up and continue working and B. for some peace and quiet, telling his brother's to shut up so he can have some silence. This is my silly monster loving part of my brain, but please, give his horns some rubs, right where they meet his head. I can imagine massaging the skin there would be pleasant, as it would be a rather sensitive place. Preen his wings. Pull blood feathers. Move rustled feathers back into place, and plus, making him look more "well put together" would probably really feed his ego. and a silly thing. I like to think demon eyes glow in the dark (or more accurately they reflect light more, even in dark environments) So I'd like you to imagine waking up in the night, and looking around your room, to just see this pair of ruby red eyes staring you down. Real Life sleep paralysis demon. He'd try to comfort you if you got particularly spooked by him, but he'd probably find it funny. Merry Christmas you silly fellas. Hope you get a smooch from your favourite mans.

[withjaejae]

Forever | KTH

Pairings: Ghost!Taehyung x Painter!reader

Its quite short so i'm not putting in a description.

Warnings: Tae is a ghost-ish spirit (idk), lonely lone loner reader, reader often mentions she feels nuts, unprotected sex (he's a ghost), oral sex m/f rec, mentions of death, masturbating, sleep paralysis-ish

I have no idea what I wrote. Enjoy.

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You live alone.

Surrounded by books.

A good neighborhood.

A few friends.

Your paint was your companion.

But nonetheless, you were alone.

Not lonely, just alone. Maybe a little lonely.

Parents long gone, only child, grandmother has passed on too. All you had was your paint.

You made thousands by selling them off online under a different name. Hence you survived. The only person who knew you painted was your old neighbor but even she has dementia.

You were alone.

Hopefully not forever.

Sure, you dated. Occasional one-night stands. But it was always somewhere else and never home. But its also been a year.

You were alone until you weren't.

You've been feeling it, someone was always watching. Someone or something is lurking behind you. You can feel their breath on your neck when you shower. You can see it in the mirror.

It should freak you out but whatever it is, its not hostile. Maybe it was your imagination. Maybe the years of being alone has finally taken its toll.

Or maybe in the nights that you touched yourself begging for someone to touch you. The faceless man you built in your mind to fuck you till you cum has finally come to life.

Or maybe its just the amount of porn you've been watching AND reading. Maybe. Yeah.

But tonight, it feels different. It feels humid inside the house, the AC is broken and you're definitely ovulating.

You hear your name being whispered down the hall, you turn to see a figure enter your room. You decided to ignore it and crack a window open.

You never feared death or ghosts, you didn't really feel anything after years of being alone. That's why the ghost haunting you now has definitely picked the wrong soul to feed on mainly because you didn't have one.

"Fuck." You wipe the sweat off your forehead. Its nearly midnight and the heat is not letting up.

You can't take it anymore. You walk towards your room, you turn off the lights and crack a window open just enough for air to come in.

You strip to nothing and lay above your duvet.

You close your eyes for a second.

"Good girl." You hear another whisper. Your eyes snap wide open to look around the room.

That surely did not come from your own brain.

"Hello?" You rest up on your elbows. "Whoever you are it isn't funny." You shout as if someone was there. "I'm going crazy."

A gush of cold wind comes through your window and it lulls you to sleep with dreams of a man fucking you into the sheets telling you how good you are.

"You look so fucking hot." A voice loud and clear wakes you up.

Your eyes snap open to see a man seated next to you, a man so handsome you could swear he's an angel. You couldn't move your limbs, is it because of the apparition before you or you just don't want to.

His hair jet black, tousled above his forehead, tiny moles under his eye, nose, cheek, and lip. He doesn't have a shirt on, if only you could move you could see he was naked below as well. But his eyes, they were pitch black, as if his entire eyeball was black.

"Why must you torture me like this, sweetheart." His hand rests on your cheek, his hand is cold. Very very cold. "A little more and we can finally be together. Only think of me."

You gasp and sit up as if you had been drowning.

It was a dream. A sleep paralysis? If so, it was a good one.

You glance at the clock on your bedside. 3:03AM, maybe it was a demon and not an angel?

You shake your head and try to go back to sleep, not before filling your fantasies of the man in your dreams.

"YN, are you okay?" Your friends who you meet up for occasional hikes waves a hand in front of you. "You've been zoning out all day."

For a week, the same person comes to you in your dreams. Begging you to think of him and only him and they keep on becoming vivid, they just sit there. Watching you, raking on every curve of your body. Last night, he was able to pick up a strand of your hair off your face and he was happy about it. He said something about resurrecting him with your own soul.

"YN!" She snaps her fingers again. "You don't look well, maybe you should sit this one out?" She puts a hand on your forehead. "You look like you're coming down with something."

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so great. Is it okay if I skip?" Your small group of friends agree. You get back in your car and head home where you wish to confront him.

The moment you step into the house you lock all doors, close the windows, shut the blinds and sit in your living room. You sit still and quiet, observing every corner of the house.

"Come out." Your voice was strong. "If you're real. Come out."

You think of ways to draw him out. He was much more... Solid on nights you were naked.

You believe he's an incubus. Or you could still also be losing your mind.

"Do you want me to strip?" As soon as the words come out of your mouth you lean your head back on the couch and close your eyes, groaning at how stupid you feel.

You really have lost your mind.

"Take it off." His voice a whisper.

This time, you don't open your eyes. Your mouth curls up in a smirk.

"I knew you were real." You whispered back and start kicking off your boots and shrug off your jacket. "Why can't I see you?" You ask as you slowly undo your pants. "It would feel better to have you touch me." You're officially insane.

Your eyes still closed, you take off your pants. Now you're left with your shirt and underwear.

"All of it." He sounds closer. You feel a breath on your right side and you turn your head. "Open your eyes."

"If I do, you'll vanish." You can feel coldness on your right as you take off your shirt and finally your underwear.

You flutter your eyes open and you were greeted with nothing. You thought you fell asleep but you really are naked.

"What am I even doing?" You frown at the pile of clothes on the floor.

A feeling starts creeping up your body, you lean back on the couch and open your legs. Your breathing heavy as if, its as if someone is starts kissing down your neck, then your chest, all the way down to your ankles then back up towards your core. You've tried ecstasy before, this is what it feels like. Horny starting from within.

Your hands grab onto the back of the couch, moaning because of something but you can feel it, you can feel him. Your legs feel like their locked in place, a tongue roaming over your pussy and finally inside. If someone saw you they'd think you were being possessed.

Maybe that's whats happening? But this feels real. Your moans uncontrollable anymore, you're cumming.

There's no denying that this is the best head of your lonesome life

You're cumming for fucking ghost.

You don't know when you closed your eyes but as soon as you open them, there he was. Naked before you. A man. Sitting on your ottoman, lips and chin glistening with your juices. Licking his lips as he locks gazes with you.

Despite your body still twitching from the very intense orgasm you slink down from the couch and crawl to him. He leans back on his palms. He was built, maybe he's a god.

You don't care if he's a ghost, a god, an angel, or a demon. What you care about right now is that if you don't have him in your mouth the next second you'd combust.

And so, in the next second, you took him in your mouth up until your throat. You didn't know you could deepthroat without gagging but you did. You fucking did and it feels so good for him. You look so perfect with your mouth filled with him.

"Fuck baby, finally." He throws his head back and lets you suck him off at your pace. "All those nights of teasing me, my love." He weaves a hand through your hair. "All those nights of making me watch you fuck yourself." He holds you in place as he thrusts up. "You were begging to get fucked." Thrust. "You made me crave for you." Tears were flowing freely from your eyes, you were out of breath and choking on his cock.

If this is how you die, you'd die happy.

"That's it, my love." You swallow arround his girth. "You're so perfect, so good, so fucking sexy." You never knew you had a praise kink until now. "Just a little more, my sweet." He groans and with one final thrust he comes down your throat.

You're definitely going to choke at this rate so you pull off him. His come still splurting over your face over your eyes.

The burn of his cum makes you wince and shut your eyes. You feel a warm cloth over your face and a kiss on your forehead.

"Who are you?" You ask as you feel him wipe over your eyes slowly.

"They used to call me Taehyung." You feel another kiss on your cheek.

"Why are you here?" The cloth gets pulled away and you open your eyes.

He's gone.

"Taehyung?" You look around the room. He vanished.

Unless, he wasn't really there. You try calling out for him again as you pick up your clothes. Nothing. Not even a whisper.

You sigh and accept that you have finally lost your mind. You'll be dead by the end of the month.

With a sorethroat you try to sleep off the mystery of Taehyung.

The next morning, you're up early. Very early. Popping a bottle of white wine, fresh cans of paint at 5am.

You play some jazz music in the background and let the music carry you. By the second glass you realize what you're painting.

His eyes, his captivating black eyes, its as if they held the universe, those black eyes that watched you take him in your mouth. The eyes that commanded you to keep going. Eyes that watched you every day and night as you go about your day.

Eyes that, unbeknownst to you, were watching you fill your third glass of wine as you paint him. Eyes watching you hum to the sound of the saxophone.

You can feel him somewhere.

"Taehyung?" You ask and look around the room. Your eyes pass over him and then back.

Can you see him? Before he could take a step you turn away and dive back into your painting.

"I don't know why, but I know you're here." You go into the details of his eyeballs. "I can feel you more than I used to. Before I acknowledged your presence." He finally approaches.

You can feel the hair at the back of your neck stand and you gasp.

"If you can hear me, touch my right shoulder." He didn't just touch, he kissed it. Somehow you knew that.

"Right for yes, left for no." You take a deep breath. "Are you a ghost?" You felt the center of your spine tingle. "I'll take that as a maybe. Are you feeling lost?" Yes. "Were you forced do be here?" No. "Do you like being here?" Yes. "Why?" Before you realized you asked the wrong question.

"You." He whispered and you heard him. You spin and its as if you can see his outline. "Can you hear me?"

You didn't respond but your eyes were searching frantically. You remember how to get him to be here, physically.

You take off your clothes, right in front of him. Mere inches away from him. Taehyung is unsure but whenever you're horny, he is too. And the fact that he's physically present when you need him the most.

You blinked and there he was, his hands coming up to your face pulling you in for a kiss which you surrender to. Your hand s wrap around his this wrist, you waddle backwards taking him with you, knocking over your easels and canvases out of the way.

A huge canvas slides the floor and you fall on it, the plant clatters everywhere as he hungrily kisses you.

He kisses down your neck while he pins your wrists down on the canvas. The spilled paint printing your skin onto the blank space.

"I don't know if I can hold back." He whispers into your neck.

"Don't." You pull him back up by his hair and kiss him as you move your hips to align yourself.

He can feel your wet folds rubbing against him. He groans into your kiss.

"Take me, please Taehyung." His name on your lips makes him feel... Alive. You chant his name and beg for him to finally take you.

"Please, Taehyung." You moan into his ear. And finally, he pushed in.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sex has never felt so good, its as if your body was on fire. Like you took several E's and overdosed.

It was a stretch and you loved it.

"So good for me, YN. So perfect." His hand overed in paint rests on your neck, nearly choking you but he just holds it there. He sits up looking down on where he's finally connected with you. "the prettiest soul I'll ever devour."

His eyes completely turn black and suddenly you feel like you're literally on fire until he fucks inyo you like there's no tomorrow.

In truth, he was summoned by your deepest desire. A couple of months ago you were prettt drunk on wine, wishing out loud for something to come and pluck you out of this earth but before that, you wished to be fucked as if it was your last.

That's when he manifested. He appeared in your room as you touched yourself, he stood behind you in the shower, he waited for you to come home when you ran errands.

Taehyung was supposed to be quick, he's seduce you and then devour your soul. But you had seduced him, you walked around half naked all the time, your mundane activities are the best entertainment for him.

He loved watching you paint. He loved your music, he loved every inch of your body, he fell in love with you.

All while you still kept thinking you were alone. But as you kept on wishing for your end, he becomes stronger, he fed off your sexual frustration, your anger, your emotions. He inhaled your soul.

And now as he flips you over and fucks your sweet juicy pussy as grabs your skin, scattering paint over it. Seeing his hand print in very curve of your body makes him fuck you deeper. Fuck.

His first pussy in years and it belonged to you. He wouldn't have it any other way.

He took you in different positions, so many, you lost count. You've come 3 times and he's been holding it in.

Maybe he's afraid he's disappear once ge finishes. He couldn't leave you again like last night.

"Taehyung. I'm close. I can't any more." You half moan half sob.

"Cum with me, baby. You're doing si good." With a few more thrusts you've both come undone.

You collapse onto the canvas. But a second later, strong arms pick you up and take you to the shower. He holds you tight as he washes your body and hair and himself. Exchanging kisses and giggles.

When you're both dry, you get into your bed and cuddle. You lay on his chest tracing along the lines of his body.

"Go to sleep." He whispers.

"I'm scared." You whisper back. "I don't want you to disappear again."

"I won't." The way he's caressing your hair makes you feel sleepy. "I'll be here." He kisses the top of your head and you fall asleep.

You wake up alone in bed. But the sun was shining so bright through your windows. You feel light today, lighter than ever.

Before you could sulk, you hear some clatter in the kitchen. Even though you were half dressed you ran into the kitchen.

He stood there, naked, cooking eggs. The windows are so bright that you pulled the curtains as you passed them.

"Taehyung." You breathed out and he turns to you with a smile.

With filled happinrss you jump into his arms and pepper him with kisses.

"You're here, you're with me! Are you... You're alive?" He nods slowly. Your enthusiasm was cute that Taehyung held back the truth.

He's not alive. You're dead.

Your body would be found by your friends in your bed when they worried that you haven't been responding, all dressed as you were. They said you said a fatal heart attack.

But they would soon find the canvas that you fucked on, it was evidence that someone was with you. But who? Your friends never knew.

Although your neighbor with dementia claimed you've been living with a handsome young man for months now. She said that he would sit on the couch for hours waiting on you, or would just walk around the house while you cleaned.

With no defense wounds on you, it didn't seem like murder.

Taehyung merely pulled you over to the otherside as you fucked instead of him coming into your world.

He was supposed to devour your entire being, but he couldn't. Not when you were so perfect for him. As first he wanted to be human with you but then you'd age and leave him.

It would take you months to years before you realize that you've died. And until then Taehyung will be with you, forver and ever.

End.

[calico-kiwi]

The Coffee Trials

Chapter 4: Quest Unlocked: BananaJam in the Target

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Work Summary: Both Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are incredibly successful and busy people. Two people who both view coffee as their lifeblood. When they find themselves needing each other to obtain ultimate coffee rights at their favorite cafe, two total strangers become allies. And friends. And perhaps eventually… something more.

Chapter Summary: Skye reveals the quest Tim and Marinette must complete in order to earn their first hint. Shenanigans ensue, as they always should.

Links: ao3 work, ao3 chapter, First Chapter, Previous Chapter

Read below the Keep Reading!

“Your quest,” Skye begins, “is…”

“To film a video in the cereal aisle of a Target with one or both of you dancing in a banana suit wearing sunglasses.”

Tim and Marinette are left standing there, speechless.

“Tim, I’m never letting you spin the wheel again,” Marinette deadpans.

“How the fuck did you manage to come up with that idea!?” Tim asks Skye incredulously, ignoring Marinette’s comment.

Skye simply shrugs, answering, “My sleep paralysis demon is easier to deal with if I imagine he’s a funny silly goofy little guy doing funny silly goofy little things.”

“I guess?” Tim says. “Ok,” he continues, “where the fuck are we supposed to get a banana suit though?”

Marinette sheepishly raises her hand. “Um-” she starts. Thinking to herself, ���Oh my kwami I can’t believe I’m about to admit this,’ she tells them, “I… actually already have a banana suit somewhere in my apartment.

This, at least, seems to be the first piece of information to visibly shock Skye, and Tim too holds a certain look of bewilderment.

‘Damn Adrien and his stupid Banana Noir costume that he managed to get shipped with the rest of my things when I moved to Gotham. I can’t believe that mangey cat’s prank actually paid off,’ Marinette thinks. ‘Damn you Agreste, but also thank you.’

“It’s… a long story,” she says, wincing. “But the face is covered. Would it still count?”

Skye, over their initial shock, smiles. “Hey, I’m not one to judge. I think the fact you have that lying around is hilarious, regardless of the reason. And yeah, even with the face covered, that’ll work. Add the sunglasses on top of the costume in that case. Just make sure you address the camera at some point in the video so I can hear your voice and confirm it’s one of you. You don’t both have to dance in banana suits, so if one of you chooses to be the person taking the video instead, just be in-frame for a portion of the video so I can confirm you’re there as well.”

Steeling herself for the embarrassment to come, she sighs out, “Alright then. I guess we’re doing this.”

Tim leans over to show her his phone, and looking down, Marinette can see the Target website pulled up. “There’s a Target a couple of blocks away from here that closes at 11:00. It’s only 9:30 right now so that gives us an hour and a half if you wanted to just get this done tonight.”

Marinette elects to ignore the chill that goes down her spine at having Tim speak so close to her ear.

“I don’t live too far from here, so I can grab the costume and sunglasses to meet you there at like 10:15ish?” she offers.

Nodding, Tim answers, “Perfect. I’ll text you the address. If you don’t mind, can I be the one to wear the banana suit? I, uh, would rather have my face covered. Honestly with my reputation I don’t think too many people would question it, but I’d rather not draw attention to myself at the moment.”

“Sure,” Marinette agrees. She’d done her fair share of research about Gotham before moving, so it hadn’t taken her long to realize Tim was pretty famous here in America. She wouldn’t bring it up because, quite frankly, she knows enough famous people at this point to not really care.

Turning back towards Skye, who is currently erasing the “Q#3” option from The Wheel of Punishments and writing “spin again” in its place, Marinette announces, “I’m gonna head out now Skye. We’ll probably be back to show you the video, “ she looks back over at Tim, “around elevenish?”

Tim gives a thumbs up, confirming, “Yeah, around 11:00.”

With that, Marinette says goodbye and heads back to her apartment. It’s not until she’s finally back home and staring at the closet with the banana suit that the full absurdity of the situation reaches her.

Tikki, who had been sitting idle in her purse, flies out. Giggling, she asks, “Having fun? You look a little shell shocked.”

Slowly running a hand down her face Marinette mumbles, “What even is my life…”

Floating higher to gently pat Marinette on the head, the kwami states, “It’s all a part of the universe trying to balance out the energy you emit. Having such prolonged contact with the Ladybug miraculous and being my holder has imbued you with my creation energy and good luck. So the world around you tends to be filled with chaos to balance out the luck you pour into whatever space you’re in.”

As Marinette sighs Tikki adds, laughing, “You also happen to be drawn to very chaotic people. Though I’m not sure if that’s a side effect or if it’s purely you.”

Thinking back to her earlier childhood and the mischief she, Nino, and Kim would get up to, she admits, defeated, “I think it’s just a me thing.”

Nudging her towards the closet Tikki urges, “Hurry up now, don’t want to keep Tim waiting.” There’s a knowing glint in the kwami’s eye as she says Tim’s name. Marinette thinks it’s best not to dwell on that particular detail.

Sifting through the things in the closet, Marinette finally finds the banana suit buried behind boxes of umbrellas which Adrien had also managed to ship to her apartment. 

Her relationship with Adrien has been a bit of a roller coaster. Eventually though, they realized both in and out of the suits, they preferred to stay just friends. After everything they’d been through, not even their identity reveal was enough to persuade either of them to pursue a romantic relationship with each other. Hell, even Alya and Nino admitted that they acted more like siblings than anything else.

The comfort from working as partners for so long, finally having revealed their identities, realizing they were already close friends out of the suit, and the fact any romance between them had effectively been thrown out the window had led to them confessing how they each came to fall for the other. And, consequently, un-fall for each other.

She almost smothered Adrien in pillows when he wouldn’t stop laughing at her for an umbrella being the cat -alyst for her past crush on him. He, even now, refused to let her live it down.

Smiling at the memories, Marinette pulls the banana suit out of the closet.

“And here it is in all its bright yellow glory,” she mused, looking over to Tikki.

Flying back towards her with sunglasses, Tikki laughs. “Ever think this would come in handy?”

Shaking her head and taking the sunglasses from Tikki, she replies, “Didn’t have the faintest clue. I swear though if Adrien finds out I actually needed this god awful costume for something I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Stuffing the sunglasses in her purse and folding up the suit as best she can, Marinette motions for her kwami to follow her. “Alright Tikki, let’s get going. I have a feeling this’ll be a long night.”

Twenty minutes later she finds herself in the mostly empty parking lot of her local Target. She’d sent a text to Tim letting him know she was there.

As she was absentmindedly drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out and glancing at the screen, she realized Tim was calling her. Raising her eyebrow, she hit the accept button and held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she asks.

“Ok so,” Tim starts. The way he says the words has Marinette already feeling like face palming. “I’m here, but I realize we didn’t really think of the fact I still need to change into the banana suit. We could meet up at the cafe instead, have me change, and then we come back here, but that’s cutting it close to when Target closes… By any chance would your car have tinted windows?”

Tentatively, Marinette asks, “… You’re telling me your car doesn’t have tinted windows?” She made sure the disbelief was clear in her voice. Honestly, she’d thought one of Gotham’s well known elites would’ve taken more precautions.

“Well it does,” Tim says, and Marinette can already hear the unsaid ‘ but ’ in his sentence. “ But ! I didn’t really take my car here…”

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Marinette questions, “How did you get here then?”

“Motorcycle,” was his simple answer.

“Ah,” was all she said in reply. “Lucky for you that the car I’m leasing has tinted windows, then. I’m basically five rows away from the front of the Target. There aren’t any other cars around me so you should be able to find me pretty easily.”

“Yeah I think I see you. Your car’s dark grey, right?” Tim asks.

As Marinette tells him, “Yep,” she sees someone with Tim’s same outfit, hair, and build walking towards her car. “I think I see you too,” she tells him.

As the person takes a few more steps towards the car, Marinette can see it’s Tim and rolls down her window. “You can change in the back while I stand outside. The suit’s already in the second row, and I can give you the glasses when we get inside Target,” she says in lieu of greeting.

“Y’know,” Tim says as he climbs into the back seat, “you’re weirdly trusting to let someone you’ve known for less than a month be left alone in your car. “Not that I would do anything,” he adds hastily.

As she steps out of the car, Marinette smiles at him and says, “I tend to trust my intuition when it comes to people and their intentions. Something tells me you won’t steal or vandalize my car.”

Closing the door she bites back the unsaid part of that statement, which was, ‘One of the side effects of being the Guardian lets me see if people have harmful intentions through their aura, and you’re in the clear.’

When Tim steps out of the car Marinette chokes back a laugh. The suit, which had fit a previously teenage Banana Noir, looked laughably small on Tim. Tim wasn’t necessarily a very tall man, but it was obvious that the roughly 180 centimeters of him was far too big for a children’s costume. The yellow tights and the long sleeve undershirt were all but abandoned, presumably too tight for Tim to fit into.

Marinette had guessed as much, which is why she’d made a quick alteration on the gloves using the little time she’d had. Somehow they looked even more ridiculous as fingerless gloves.

Instead of the yellow tights, Tim wore his faded jeans, and instead of the undershirt, the sleeves of his white t-shirt could be seen. The rest of his arms were exposed, but Marinette elected to ignore that. She wasn’t sure she had enough self control to not switch from laughing at his ridiculousness to drooling at his muscles.

“How bad is it?” comes Tim’s muffled voice through the banana suit.

Still trying with all her will to not die on the spot from laughter, Marinette wheezes out, “It’s perfect.” Still smiling ear to ear and biting on her tongue to stop herself from losing it, Marinette pulls out the sunglasses and places it over the banana’s soulless, all seeing eyes.

Stepping back, Marinette doubles over in her attempt to not collapse into a laughing fit. “Oh my Gods,” she breathes out in a small voice.

“Ok, well while you have fun losing your shit over this, let’s head for the Target so I can take this potassium monstrosity off as soon as possible.” Gently pulling her along by the wrist, Tim drags a (still hysterical) Marinette towards the entrance of the store.

By the time they’ve walked through the door, Marinette has gathered herself enough to walk normally (though she would giggle every few seconds before slapping a hand over her mouth.

As they make their way towards the cereal aisle, Marinette is suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. “Tim,” she whispers, coming to a sudden stop and yanking on his arm so he does the same. He slowly turns around to face her and Marinette forces herself to look at his Converse instead to stop from bursting out laughing at the ridiculous banana face.

“I know exactly what song you can dance to,” she says mysteriously. She quickly tugs him the rest of the way to the cereal aisle (dutifully ignoring the bewildered stares of the other shoppers and various employees they pass) before depositing him in the middle of the aisle.

“Can I borrow your phone to record? I need mine to play the music,” Marinette asks. Wordlessly, Tim hands over his phone, already opened to the camera app, and Marinette takes a few steps back.

“Ok, just stand there and be ready,” she instructs. “As soon as I play the song you’ll know exactly what to do, don’t worry.”

Once she gets a muffled and confused, “Sure?” from Tim, she holds the phone vertically, makes sure the front facing camera is on, and hits record.

Making a show of holding her own phone next to her mouth with her other hand and visibly fending off laughter, Marinette says clearly, “Hey Siri, play the macarena-”

When the first note hits, Marinette flips the camera so it’s recording Tim. The phone speaker rings out, “Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena-” and Marinette can be heard manically laughing in the background as banana Tim dances to the song.

“Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena-” Tim continues to dance and the camera is visibly shaking as Marinette breaks down in a fit of laughter.

“Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena-” Tim’s movements are unnecessarily exaggerated and Marinette can still be heard maniacally cackling as the camera tilts, presumably because Marinette is leaning against the shelving of the cereal aisle to stay upright.

As the final line of the chorus rings out, “Hey Macarena, ay-” Tim sassily places both hands on his hips and slowly rotates them in a circle, still using exaggerated movement. 

Just before the song finishes, a random shopper from behind Marinette can be heard shouting, “GO WHITE BOY GO!” which leads to Tim, with one hand still on his hip and the other pointing at the stranger, exclaiming, “Thank you random citizen!” in an attempt to copy the voice of Metro Man from Megamind.

The video ends with Marinette crying laughing, having fallen on her knees, sinking to the floor.

Tim shakes his head in exasperation (or at least Marinette thinks that’s what he’s doing, it’s hard to tell with the suit on). But seeing as how the head of the banana suit doesn’t turn, all that happens is the whole banana body shaking.

This, of course, does not help Marinette’s laugh attack, and Tim is forced to hoist her up and be used as a human (banana?) crutch for her to lean against as they exit the target.

Once they make it to the car, Marinette, who is thankfully no longer hysterical, unlocks her car so Tim can change in the back seat. Thankfully by the time he emerges, she’s calmed down enough to only be smiling.

“I want you to send me that video, because I honest to gods don’t think anything else has ever made me laugh so hard ever. It’s probably partially from the lack of caffeine but oh my gods .”

She’s so glad Tim doesn’t seem the slightest bit off put that he's just done something most people would find mortifyingly embarrassing, or that she’s laughing her ass off at him. 

“Sure. On the condition that whatever crazy quest Skye sends us on next has you be the main focus,” Tim bargains, giving a teasing smile.

Smirking, Marinette says, “Easiest deal of my life. Meet you back at the coffee shop? I got a feeling Skye’s gonna get even more of a kick out of this than me.

Still smiling at her, he says, “See you there.”

Marinette really hopes Tim turned away fast enough to not see the blush that crept up her face after he smiled at her like that. If he looked at her so softly again she wasn’t sure she’d be able to muster up enough denial to ignore the beginnings of the feelings she was starting to have.

When they got back to the cafe and showed Skye the video, the barista took even longer to stop laughing than Marinette. 

It got to a point where the two were genuinely scared for Skye’s health, because when he heard ‘go white boy go’ he collapsed on the counter rasping out things along the lines of ‘can’t breath’ and ‘oh my god I’m gonna die’.

Once Skye recovered, the smile stayed on their face the rest of the night. “I want you to send me that video,” she said. “Also, congratulations you’ve passed the quest! The first ingredient hint is espresso shots.”

Marinette saw Tim’s eye twitch out of the corner of her eye. “We did that to get the hint espresso shots as an ingredient for one of your most caffeinated drinks ?!”

Raising an eyebrow Skye shrugged. “Hey man, you spun the wheel, that’s your fault. The hints are in a predetermined order, so that’s the hint you would’ve gotten regardless of what you were saddled with in order to earn it.”

Tim sighed as Marinette reiterated her sentiment from earlier in the night, “Never letting you spin the wheel again.”

Stealing one of the uneaten cookies from a display case, Skye says, “You guys only have tomorrow to show me your weekly attempt before things are reset, by the way. Once Sunday hits it restart the week, and you’ll have access to earn another hint and another attempt at showing me what you guys’ve created.”

Looking over at Tim, Marinette suggests, “Well, I don’t know about you but I don’t think I have enough general knowledge on the making of drinks or of the ingredient list to throw together an attempt.”

“I don’t think I do either,” Tim adds, “How about we reconvene on Sunday to see whatever ludicrous thing Skye plans for us to do to get a hint.”

Smiling tiredly, Marinette nods. “Sounds good to me. I’m gonna head home.” She says goodbye to Skye and Tim, then heads to her apartment.

Flying out of her purse once Marinette’s inside, Tikki giggles. “Quite an adventure today,” the kwami muses. 

“It certainly was-” Interrupted by the chime of her phone, Marinette pulls it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. It’s a message from Tim, with the video of him dancing in Target attached. Marinette snorts, screenshotting a frame in the video to set as Tim’s contact photo.

She takes another screenshot of Tim’s updated contact and sends it to him. ‘Would u believe me if i told u ur the second person to need to use that banana suit’ she texts to him.

‘ur jokling’ he replies. ‘wish i was, that thing is, as you so eloquently put it, “a potassium monstrosity”’ she sends back.

‘Idk i think i pulled it off’ Tim sends. Marinette laughs before sending, ‘no clue how u managed to do that tbh. but hey if u ever wanna model smth hmu. if u can pull off a banana suit i can only imagine how well ur modeling career would be’

Marinette could almost hear the smirk in his next text. ‘Oh so ur imagining me now r u?’ Marinette rolls her eyes before responding, ‘Oh, so ur getting cocky now, r u? If ur in my dreams it’ll be as a dancing banana, don’t get ahead of yourself’

Tim’s message after that made Marinette’s heart melt a bit, though she’d never tell him that. ‘Well i hope u have sweet ones’ ‘dreams that is’

‘gn my dancing banana’ she sent, smiling down at her phone.

‘gn coffee thief’

Marinette collapsed and was unconscious the second her head hit the pillow. She chalked the fact that she fell asleep so easily up to the overexertion from laughing so much and the general craziness of the day.

It definitely had nothing to do with the ball of content that sat comfortably in her stomach, which was warming her heart. And that content certainly had nothing to do with the unfairly attractive dancing banana she’d somehow found herself stuck with.

AN: Forgive my many spelling mistakes, I have the horrible tendency to only write for this fic in the dead of night. i have this fic on ao3, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr as more than a link. if you wanna keep up with it, but dont wanna subscribe to it on ao3, just ask to be added to the taglist either through this post or an ask to my blog and I'll keep you updated!

[idontbelievethehype]

This isn't for you. Part 3. F.S.

Farleigh gets the upper hand, and then almost immediately loses it.

Warnings: Oliver Quick is a menace and doesn't understand consent. I don't write reader insert. This fic contains an OFC with a personality and dreams and thoughts.

Farleigh held his anger in his stomach. He always had. It would curdle and churn in his gut, threatening to force its way out, and he would swallow it down every time. When he was a teen, he became convinced that he had an ulcer. He’d lie on the floor hugging himself around the middle every time he came home from another event where he was treated like a civilian by the ruling class that he was meant to be a part of.

He knew those people inside and out. He watched them. He felt their twisting, turning disingenuous politeness wind around the room like a boa constrictor. He was them.

Only Maggie could see it. Felix and Venetia were whimsically lost in their own youth, but Maggie was self-aware and she was also aware of him. It was always a relief when she would walk through the door and rearrange the seating cards while no one was looking. She’d seat them together and keep one soft, grazing hand on his knee, grounding him. Who would tell her no?

At dinner with the Henry’s, Farleigh would have given anything to see her to his left once again. He found himself only half-listening to the conversation as he imagined her slipping her shoes off under the table and making small talk with the Henry to her left. But she wasn’t there, and the anger of Felix’s betrayal  was sitting like a weight in the pit of his stomach.

During karaoke, Oliver decided to pick at his fresh wound, and it only built the anger more. They flirted and whispered, Farleigh softened by so much liquor coursing through his bloodstream. Oliver brought up Venetia, money, shame. All in minimally veiled seduction.

“If you ever want me to talk to them,” The little rat murmured in his sing-song baby voice, his lifeless shark eyes forming perfect circles. “I know what you’re going through.”

It was sickening, the way he turned the puppy-dog eyes on and pouted his lips. Oliver obviously believed that Farleigh was interested in him. He was unconventionally attractive. A composite sketch of striking features. Farleigh felt nothing but annoyance though.

Still, he swallowed it down, choosing instead to be stalwart and flirtatious over showing his cards.

“It’s time to change things up a bit.” Farleigh tucked the song book under his arm and skimmed through the catalogue, finding exactly the right tune to humiliate the boy. “Oliver, you’re up!”

Taking his place toward the back of the room, he danced and sang along, thoroughly enjoying watching Oliver sink into embarrassment right there in front of everyone. It didn’t seem to truly hit anyone until he sang the lines “I love you. You pay my rent.”

It was beautiful. It was horrifying. It was a perfect little moment of comeuppance.

“This is your song too Farleigh.” Oliver held the microphone out, his face beet red and sweat beading around his hairline and upper lip.

“Only if you insist!” Farleigh shimmied through the lounging guests, snatching the microphone. He was born to perform, and he did. Court jester. Minstrel to his own family. It didn’t embarrass him. He knew exactly where his place was. He was determined to remind Oliver of his.

That night, he’d meant to call Maggie but he was far too drunk and it was far too late. He wasn’t in bed until quarter to three. He felt better. The anger was there. It was often there. But it was dissipating. Taking up residence elsewhere in his body at least.

Just as he drifted off, feeling a glee at the small revenge of the night, something heavy knocked him awake. He opened his eyes to something far worse than a sleep paralysis demon. It was Oliver.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Farleigh moved to lift his arms but Oliver had them pinned to his sides with his knees.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Oliver was cast completely in shadow, only the blue moonlight from the window reaching his face.

“I think you’re in the wrong fucking room.” To this point, Farleigh had felt a lot of things about Oliver, but fear certainly wasn’t one of them. Now, he was genuinely afraid. This was unhinged behavior. This was completely insane.

“Am I?” Oliver spoke in a husky voice. It was soft and sinister. “Are you going to behave from now on, Farleigh?”

He almost laughed. Really? A power play? He was downright transparent. “No.”

Behind his back, Oliver’s hand crept into the sheet that was barely separating their bodies. Strong fingers wrapped themselves around soft flesh growing harder.

“Are you going to behave?”

Farleigh gulped down the urge to buck the smaller man off of him. He could shove him off. He could stop him. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t. “No?”

The hand squeezed harder, moving now. This was sick. It was hot, but it was sick.

“Don’t make me ask again.” Oliver knew what he was doing. He could feel it. They both could feel it.

Farleigh nodded his head quickly, minimally. Upset about giving in.

Oliver was close enough that Farleigh could smell his sickly sweet breath. It smelled of fruity cocktails and pineapple slices. “Say it.”

“I-I’m going to behave.” Farleigh let go completely, his stomach in knots. The anger was back, but so was desire. Disgusting, irritating desire. The thing that always got him into trouble.

Still close, Oliver spit into his hand, and Farleigh gave himself over wholly.

In the morning, Farleigh woke up to a deep, revolting shame. He felt sticky and queasy. He’d let Oliver win. He’d been bested. But more than that, he hadn’t wanted it to happen. He wondered if that was how Venetia had felt. Used.

He tried to wash it all away in the shower, but there was that anger again. Just where he’d left it too.

He was getting dressed when Duncan burst into his room, startling him.

“What the fuck?” He jumped back. Not even a knock? What was going on in Saltburn lately?

“Gather your things.” Duncan lifted his suitcase from the corner, plopping it onto his bed. “You’re to be out immediately.”

It was the coldness in his voice that scared Farleigh the most. He’d never been spoken to like that. He tried to question him but Duncan was gone before he could even form thoughts.

Farleigh made a b-line to James’ office, knocking once before letting himself into the open door.

“James, what’s going on?” He was only met with more icy stares.

Elspeth was sitting in the corner chair, looking pensive, an expression that didn’t suit her. James was at his desk, both hands laid flat on his thighs.

“Really, Farleigh? After everything we’ve done for you?” James took off his glasses, expression pained. “Attempting to steal from us?”

“What? How?” Farleigh moved to sit down but Duncan came in and ushered him toward the door. “No! Wait-how? I haven’t gone anywhere? How could I have stolen anything? Why would I do that?”

In the hall, only Elspeth followed.

“There has to be a mistake. I haven’t-“ He was cut off by Duncan’s hand on his shoulder pushing him toward the door.

“Darling, you mustn’t make such a fuss. Please behave yourself.” Elspeth looked angry. It was another new expression he hadn’t seen.

Before he could even process another thought, he was out the servant’s door and sitting in a car. The trunk slammed hard as his things were loaded in.

“Where to, then?” The driver asked, not even turning around to see him blubbering and snotty in the back seat.

Finally, he managed to choke out, “Daylesford House. Gloucestershire.”

[dark-elf-writes]

KOT au is so fucking awesome I'm going through it now.

-(Imagine him with hate in his heart but always willing to split what little he has with the other kids out on the street, wide-eyed and so damn scared but hungry enough to get close to the scary boy with all of his scars.)

Touya would be the best, worst big brother ever. Like prickly as hell until you worm your way under his skin then he would commit many crimes for you, up to and including murder.

-(murderous little ducklings)

this will forever be a favorite line. Like all picture is this ^^^ with knives🤣🤣

-(Imagine a king of the lost and broken.)

OUCH like this whole paragraph is brilliant but you paint such a picture with words I CAN'T. Like 'villains' is appropriate for sure, but like the number of adoption papers floating around UA must be ridiculous, leaving supplies out there my god 🤣🤣

-(Remembers that nothing in life comes free and there are always strings attached.)

For this to be his viewpoint only to be confronted with the actual reality of (Present Mic with the lamest disguise he has ever fucking seen) ghajnvfjallghllnjdklalgjklHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Fucking perfection!!!!!!!

And Vlad King's inability to whistle is classic, but nothing will ever top Aizawa (omeone who is either an Underground hero Touya has never heard of despite living on the streets for years or an Actual Fucking Demon™️ shoves a backpack full of supplies and cat keychains into Touya’s chest before swinging off into the night like some sort of Sleep Paralysis Spiderman.) The first time I read this I laughed myself to tears and I still cackle every time I go back through this tag.

-(Nezu himself sauntering up with a new notebook and set of pens every time Izuku runs out is any less terrifying.)

Fear! Totally valid fears here.

-Izuku doesn't need the sharps, no sir ma'am mx, noooooo. keep the knives and pointy things away from the green one.

-(t’s in essence one teenager trying to raise three feral children while every hero in the area tries to lure all four of them home like stray cats while also pretending that it is absolutely not what they’re doing.)

I need this. For survival I need this. The pros finally convincing them to go to UA and literal explosions happening minimum twice a day once Izuku finds the support labs. Himiko traumatizing at least one person a day by playing up the creepy factor for funzies. Shoji following suit by deliberately placing limbs in the worst spots just to see people jump. And Touya laughing when the Pros look to him, "You volunteered for this, they found me, I was stuck with them. You dumbasses picked them up with a fucking bear trap, what did you expect?" fully ignoring the fact that he's the only one they listen to and that he has (and will continue to) risk prison for all of them.

-(hat scar is the only one he wears with pride)

I feel like he flash the scar as an intimidation factor whenever he could. Like someone doubts Himiko, show scar 'she did this to me. She likes me. She doesn't like you. Think about it.'

-(Mezou tucks himself behind a dumpster to eat)

BABY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 You deserve all the love you sweet child!!!!! For real though, I feel like Mezou is criminally underutilized in fics and in canon material honestly.

-Every thing about Izuku and how Touya found them hgnreaklfnfdiaeghruaingkdf;ae They need someone and Touya's over protective sibling energy came through like a freight train with no brakes. And the back and forth with the shop owner 🤣🤣🤣 She is 100% grandma energy and I hope there comes a day that Touya shows up with one of the pros and she lectures him for disappearing.

-(keeps threatening to make hawks into fried chicken)

I would actually pay money to see this conversation animated. Like Hawks has gone full birdy, and Touya is desperately trying to escape before completely losing his shit, whether it's burning him alive or busting into laughter, who knows, he'll never admit it.

-Fuyumi and Mirko for the win, no notes, full support. WE STAN THE LESBIANS!!!!

-Fuck Endeavor and Ass Might. That is all.

-(matching a sad blue eyed, white haired child with burn scars to the other sad blue eyed white haired children with burn scars.)

Okay soooooo seeing the reunion of the kids would be heartbreakingly beautiful.

-(I mean Touya if he can’t get his hands on a box of hair dye is pretty obvious)

IF this ain't the truest fucking fact. It's the Clark Kent Effect, but hair.

-Just the discord server. Please! I need an entire series just of that because can you imagine?!?!?!?! The mass parental energy? The conspiracies and 'fuck you' at the Commission. Fuck I'm here for it.

-Fire puppets. Just FIRE PUPPETS!!! Can you imagine the first time Yamada finds the kids together and Izuku and Shoji are giving the big eyes at Touya until he caves and starts doing a fully fleshed out puppet play? Like Aizawa saw it first, but the first time they see it in person???

-*chants* To-ko-de-ku, To-ko-de-ku, To-ko-de-ku. The first interaction being Izuku saving him from bullies and using their ridiculously intimidating siblings as the visual threats they are??? hgaingdmklghiwuopapghi (“I’m telling nii-chan you inherited his bird thing.”) I hope to fuck someone records Touya's (and Keigo's) face(s) when she tells them. It needs to end up in the discord server.

-(he sprawls over some back alley couch that’s definitely infested with something and smells like cat pee.)

Still top tier imagery ,10000000000000000/10 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Plus the gremlin intervention fuck yes!!!

-(Touya is both Gay and Dramatic as personality traits)

Enough said.

-(Aizawa doesn’t feel like either death or retirement can come fast enough.)

This is just canon? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-The gremlins version of Santa is correct. We support 100%. Touya can stop being a buzzkill

-Pickpocket alllllllll of the villains. ALL of them. AFO has to be the goal though. Just out of spite. It's gotta be him.

-(Mezou stole the bullets out of Snipes gun and the man was so baffled trying to figure out how he did it that he didn’t even fight when the cuffs went on.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHERHIOJKGNFKABNJ

-(Monoma’s wallet shows up.

In Bakugou’s pocket.)

WHY DO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO ARTISTIC TALENT?!?!?! I NEED TO SEE THIS!!!!!

-(Touya with head in hands like “we had arson for dinner yesterday choose another felony”)

🤣🤣🤣🤣 Careful what you wish for there 🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(Plausible deniability makes the world go round tbh.)

I feel like that's the entirety of this AU.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!!

When the muses return to MHA, I'm so excited to see where some of these ideas go. Like zero pressure, but like I'm waiting like this. very patiently.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I MEANT TO REPLY TO THIS EARLIER I FORGOR

No but King Of Thieves is so special to me. Like Touya who is more morally flexible but still above all else a good brother and his hoard of equally morally flexible younger siblings that can’t keep their hands to themselves is so dear to my heart. Once I can get the words to go for MHA again it’s all over no one will be able to stop me

[liliallowed]

Imagine if the player got bored or something and used Y/N as a vessel to flirt with Dust.

That would be so out of pocket.

hmmm. well that is a good idea but...

I was thinking something even more interesting.

I won't elaborate since that plotline is for my Thornbound souls fic but yeah I've had this idea before. just... with a plot twist or... two

in the meantime though enjoy this short little fic!

you were in the lion's den and one mistake could cost you your reset.

but you liked to gamble. going all in on a bet made your heart beat fast with excitement.

how good WAS your y/n impression actually? you were fairly confident you could mimick their behavior and personallity...

though... it would be even more natural to have the vessel be in full control... while you simply observed and felt things from their perspective. let them take the lead.

or maybe they would? as long as they made the same choices y/n would've made anyways, there was no distress in the soul and they'd be completely in sync and unrecognizable. but?

one missed heartbeat... a TINY BIT of indecisive behavior and they KNEW he'd pick that up on the MOMENT their soul studders.

they knew he had his senses hyperfixed on this humans pathetic mushy soul.

what did he see in them anyway?...

you sigh feeling a slight throb in you head but it disappeared the moment you open your eyes.

you can't help but notice a familiar hooded figure is watching you, his eyelights observing you silently.

🩶[close your eyes again and pretend to be sleeping so he'll go away. it's just a dream y/n you're still dreaming.]

"stop staring at me."

"... why are you still here... am I still dreaming?"

you close your eyes swiftly as you try to ignore the sound of your definitely NOT real paralysis demon strapping closer... closer...

he's right there you don't dare open your eyes you KNOW his face is only millimeters away from yours cuz you can FEEL his eyelights digging into your soul.

nope. you aren't seeing him. he's fake. you're just tired. he's not real. you just need to MOVE your hand and see if you can touch air.

... your hand... slips through the air. there's actually nothing there?

🩶[check]

you open your right eye squinting... nothing there.

you open the other one to get jumpscared by his face against.

🩶"EEP! "

[eye roll]

[stare into the void. maybe he'll go away???]

you let out a small scared squeak ducking under the comfort of your pillow... then look back.

yep. still there. still VERY MUCH THERE.

/your ears barely pick up the sound of a small chuckle./

/.../

/you're starting to see the appeal actually... this vessel is kinda adorable./

before you can make a choice however,

you find yourself glaring at the skeleton as you step out of bed, walking up to him with a stubborn face.

"why are you here?"

/huh... without input? they're pissed hehehehe./

"just checking up on you" he shrugged.

"don't you have some... demon thingy to catch or something." you mutter half heartedly.

"lost their trace. soooo knowing that freak YOU'RE the most likely person they'll cling onto"

/PFFFFT- *spits out coffee*/

/HOLY FUK... dude... dude I'm not sus. I swear./

"... I think I would KNOW if I'm possessed." you roll your eyes.

"I can tell" his grin sharpens.

"can you stop giving me vague threats!? I'm NOT GONNA... GO ON SOME DUMB... cosmic black hole time warping... WHATEVER THE HELL YOU SAID!" you glare at him.

"it's okay. take your time. either the mask slips or you're right and I'm just paranoid. the more we talk the more I'll get to... test your answers."

"you're fucking crazy."

"I know what I am."

🩶"just leave me alone... last thing I need is you telling me my choices aren't my own. FUCK off."

his sockets squint... as if he's looking for something in your stubborn face...

but... he doesn't find it.

he sighs.

"I'll look around again. DO NOT LEAVE . I WILL FIND YOU."

he warps away.

now was your chance to get out! yet... you feel inclined to stay. you don't want to leave-

stay??? why should you stay? HE KIDNAPPED YOU? why did you hang such a silly though+

*PING

a skeletal hand pulls at your soul TEARING it through the vessel.

"GOTCHA" he chuckled.

💔

GAME OVER.

[udunie]

For Sexy Sunday good times! God help me but I am obsessed with an idea even though it has nothing to do with any of my fandoms or the thing I actually should be working on right now!!!

I cannot stop thinking about psychic manipulation and coercion. Picture a guy, staying in some remote cabin. A creature invades and uses its psychic powers to mind fuck him into a submissive little sex slave. How the guy doesn't realize what's going on at first, why he's having crazy dreams, why he thinks he's seeing this unbelievable thing... I'm just stuck on the mental image of this creature fucking the guy over and over, and the whole time he's violating his mind simultaneously, convincing this guy he wants it. That it turns him into a little pet and carries him away.

Ooooooh okay, I absolutely love this!!!!

Like, I would imagine this as some sort of a sleep paralysis demon? Imagine - if you will - an entity that was maybe cursed or somehow lost his power and is now just a shapeless shadow, being able to do little more than freak people out a bit as they are falling a sleep (maybe it was slain in the forest where the cabin stands? Our guy could be a writer looking for privacy, or heck maybe a teenager who ran away from home and is just trying to get some rest in the abandoned cabin????)

The entity can't leave the cabin, and since it 'feeds' on people's pleasure/fear whatever (fuck, maybe it's specifically into fear-boners lol) nobody stays for long enough to give him back his power.

Except our guy has nowhere else to go, so the entity just feeds on him more and more. At first just when he's falling asleep, then it forces himself into his dreams... Our guy is having horrible nightmares (about being raped, about being humiliated and used like he didn't thought possible) but at the same time he gets bone-shattering orgasms out of them. He was never really into freaky shit, but eventually he realizes he can't even get heard without his heart racing with terror and humiliation:D

And with every 'feargasm' he has, the entity is getting more and more powerful, in the end able to get out of the shadows and get a nice, hideous corporal form - and that's where the fun really starts, since he is now able to do all the depraved shit he'd shown our guy in his dreams, leaving him a quivering, fucked-out mess who can't even imagine living without his new 'god'...

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 20 Day 2 - Ares

This is my last one for today! Tagging: @ratracechronicler (thanks for Atwater!), @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!

I went out to look for more tributes, but they were hard to find, and, well, I should have brought someone else, because at sunset, Primary decided to start the fucking visions again.

It was all the same shit, with me killing my friends. It was almost familiar enough to be more annoying than traumatic. I tried to find a safe-ish place to rest, stumbling through the forest.

And I heard some rustling, so I tensed and looked around even if I couldn’t see. “Hello? Who’s there?” Just because the person could be a tribute that Triel recruited, I couldn’t use my magic right away.

“Just a racoon.” I couldn’t place the voice.

I looked over towards them, but of course, I couldn’t see anything besides me killing the people I cared about. I summoned my black flames to my hand. “Don’t come any closer! Who are you?”

“Alright. Can you see, kid?”

They didn’t sound threatening. I shook my head. “Not…not at the moment. But I can still fight.” I jutted my chin out.

“That is a theory I don’t want to test. Just stand still. There’s no one else around. Nobody’s attacking.”

I relaxed a little but didn’t get rid of my flames. “Who are you?”

“The guy from 4, the one who can’t walk straight. Hugo Atwater. What’s your name?”

I blinked. I recognized his name. “Triel said she recruited you. I was supposed to keep my eyes out for you. Didn’t think this would happen so soon.” I waved my hand over my eyes. “I’m…Ares. District 1.”

“Ah…we have a mutual friend.” Something thumped. “I’m guessing you looked a little too closely at that sunset, Ares?”

Triel had mentioned something like that, but no, this was Primary. I shook my head. “No, unfortunately, this is something different. I kind of have the soul of a god who wants to use me as a vessel trying to convince me to destroy my soul by showing me killing all my friends over and over until they get tired.” I shrugged.

“…Well, that does put a bit of a damper on your evening plans, I imagine. Have you tried blasphemy? I’m sure you get that a lot actually, but gods do tend to hate that sort of thing, I’ve heard.”

“I’ve already called them a crusty shit, and that didn’t make them leave. It’s fine. Once they get tired, I can bring you to Triel!”

“Oh, you can do better than that, kid. Ahoy, crusty shit. My mum’s god’s got ten arms and a tiger. You’re out here bothering a teenager with war flashbacks like some two-dimensional cartoon ghost. I’ve met mollusks with more backbone. I don’t believe you. Ares, there’s a nice flattish log coming up to your knees a few paces two o’ clock. Take a load off, kid, and let the little sleep paralysis demon tucker themself out.”

Who is this mortal? I like him. He’s amusing, too amusing to not listen to him this one time.

The visions blurred, and as I sat down on the log he had mentioned, they went away. I blinked and looked around. I was in a forest, and it was indeed Atwater standing near me. I stared at him. “That worked. They said you were too amusing to not back off for now.”

“Well, at least I’m good for something.” His eyebrows went up a little. “Wait, can you see again?”

I nodded. “Well enough. Don’t know how long they’ll let me though.”

“This is a…habitual thing for you two, then?”

I nodded again. “Ever since the interview. I’m used to it by now.” I shrugged. But this didn’t matter. I could see again! “But now that I’m not blinded, I can fly you to Triel’s camp!”

He didn’t look convinced about what I had first said, and he looked even more concerned after I was said I could fly him to camp. “You can fly.”

I nodded, standing up. “I can change into a phoenix. You wanna see?”

“Hell, yeah.”

I…I could make him proud. I wanted to make him proud. Like…like my dad. I transformed into the phoenix and squawked at him, tilting my head to try to ask if it was ok if I could pick him up.

“Yeah, that checks out.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help the warmth in my chest. I made him proud! He even gave me a thumbs up! “Badass, kid. Oh—we’re gonna do the flying thing now? I mean, you can try, but don’t strain yourself.”

I could easily carry a person, so there were no worries there! I squawked again and ruffled my feathers in happiness before I flapped my wings and flew up to get some momentum before grabbing his shoulders to fly him towards the camp. He held tightly to my claws as I flew him, also holding onto his spear.

He looked stressed, and honestly, I was getting really fucking tired, so I set him down close to the camp but not quite there. The mutts were coming soon, but my magic should keep us safe.

I glanced over at Atwater once I transformed back. “We can walk the rest of the way, if you’d like.”

“That would be ideal,” Atwater wheezed, but before we could get walking, the howls of the cat-dog mutts echoed through the night, and I tensed and readied to protect Atwater from them, but a fireball scared them off, and Chess hobbled into sight, holding tightly to a small mutt who was snuggling up to her. She was cooing at the mutt. What the fuck?

Atwater collapsed quietly as I stared at her, collapsing as well, since I had gotten tired. Chess looked up and smiled. “Ares! You’re okay! We’ve been worried! And Atwater!” She hobbled over, the mutt crawling up to her shoulders and lying down with a yawn. “You’re safe! I’m so glad!”

“Uh. Right.” Atwater sat up and looked over at me. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, standing up and tilting my head at the mutt. He had a calico color, with a dog’s face, but one cat ear and one dog ear. And his feet and the end of his tail looking like a ghostly smoke. “I’m fine. More mentally tired than anything.”

“Well. Splendid.” He sighed and lay back down, waggling his fingers at Chess, glancing at her in askance.

Chess sat down next to us, so I collapsed again. “I thought I had seen a runt mutt with the others, and they had been mean to him, but look at him! He’s so sweet!” She held him out to Atwater.

Atwater nodded, handing him a stick. He leaned over towards me. “Not to pry, miss, but you seem to be experiencing more gravitational issues than someone in full health ought to. Is that half-rate shitstain in your head bothering you again?”

I looked up at him, not wanting to admit anything. “I’m not tired.”

He looked over at Chess. “Did she or did she not very recently mention being tired?”

Chess tilted her head. “Technically she mentioned being mentally tired. Not sure if that’s the same thing.”

I grinned. “See? I’m fine!” Not moving.

“It is the same word, you infants,” he tutted. “You can’t ‘yes, and’ each other out of a breakdown, physically or mentally. For fuck’s sake. Since you’ve elected to lie there in perfect health, then, at least quit trying to transform into a nautilus now and stretch your legs out. You’ll get bad circulation curled up like that, and your spine will stab you in the back in 20 years if you make it a habit. And drink something.” He fished out a flask, shaking his head.

Chess laughed, and I sighed and took the flask. “Yes, dad.” Fuck. The words had slipped from my lips before I could stop them. My cheeks heated up from embarrassment and takes the drink. It was just water, unfortunately.

“Belay the sass, or you’re grounded, young lady.” At least he hadn’t made a big deal about it. I just handed back the flask, still embarrassed.

Chess sat up more. “I can lead you two back to the camp! It’s not far!”

Atwater pocketed the flask and pulled himself up with the spear. “Great. On further examination, my legs are not, in fact, gelatin, so I’m good to go. Lead the way, Chess. Ares, I expect you can run circles around me, given how very fine you are, but try not to rush too far ahead for the sake of my fragile pride and all." He offered me a hand, and I took it to help me get up to walk.

Chess stood up and put the mutt on her shoulders and cheerily started leading the way. And to be sassy, I transformed into the phoenix and flew up and landed on Atwater’s shoulders so I didn’t have to walk, since I was actually tired. Atwater just whistled, acting like he didn’t notice.

[evandarya]

Dead Serious

Danny saves Damian from a school bully (Damian was biding his time, he has plans for the bully). Damian is smitten immediately.

Ooo interesting let's see.

Damian liked to keep a low profile at school. He showed up, did his work, didn't bother anyone and then went home. He didn't want trouble, though some of the kids in this school could use some trouble. But, no. He knew very well the punishment for acting out as school was being benched from Robin, so he kept his nose clean. Except some kids didn't like him, for one reason or another.

Like Charles Binkley. The kid was older than Damian by a couple of years, but made it his mission to make every day if Damian's school career a living hell. Like today. Damian saw Binkley coming down the hallway with that glint in his eye. The one that meant he was in a mood and was going to make it Damian's problem.

Damian braced himself for whatever was about to happen. A shoulder check? A verbal assault? Maybe he'd just knock his books out of his hand? Whatever it was wouldn't matter. Damian could take it. And, later tonight, Damian would find Binkley's dorm. Robin had been Binkley's sleep paralysis demon for a while now.

"Hey, Wayne!" Binkley bellowed down the hall. "You got a perfect score on that algebra test, didn't you?"

Of course, he did. "What's it to you?"

"You wrecked the curve, and I failed because of you." Binkley was looming over him, now. Damian could see a bit of bread stuck in his teeth. Gross.

"You failed because you spend half the class staring at Mr. McAdam's ass." Damian shot back.

Binkley grabbed Damian by the front of his blazer and shoved him back against the lockers. "I should fuck you up for that."

A hand, pale with long slender fingers wrapped around Binkley's wrist. "You should put him down." Damian looked over to the new guy, his voice was low and dangerous.

"Or what? What are you going to do, Fenton?" Binkley spat. Fenton just gripped Binkley's meaty wrist tighter. Damian could see it turning red then white under the pressure. Was it his imagination, or was that the sound of wrist bones shifting?

"Put him down, or I break it." Fenton was dead serious. When Binkley didn't immediately comply Fenton said "you have three seconds. One. Two-"

"Ah ah! alright! Let go." Binkley dropped Damian and Fenton dropped his wrist, already starting to swell. "You won't always have your creepy friend around to save you, Wayne." Binkley said as he practically ran from them.

Once he turned the corner, Fenton turned to Damian, ice blue eyes roaming over him. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

"yeah, no, I'm fine." Damian said, smoothing down his blazer. "I'm Damian."

"Danny." The other boy said with a grin that sent Damian's stomach into a summersault. "I'll see you around, Damian."

And with that, Danny disappeared into the rush of students heading toward their next class.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Ok so with this I have a lot of ideas with this +Stitch AU.

Stitch is probably both Vil’s and Jamil’s sleep paralysis demon. He stares at them til they wake up while picking his nose. “.. hIii”

I can imagine the MC being so damn tired of both Grimm’s and Stitch’s shit they bring them both to a doggie day care.

The DDC Staff: “Hey those are not dogs.”

MC: “Yes they are, do you not know what a dog looks like?”

The DDC staff: “ No tf they aren’t, the blue one just stuck it’s middle finger and me and the grey raccoon thing keeps telling me to fuck my self🤨”

MC: “Yes. They’re very expressive”

Another thing is Stitch has definitely bit 80% of the NRC including Chenya.

Mc: “He has most of his shots-“

I can imagine when Azul doesn’t want to get rid of the contracts Mc has a carrier with something in it and let’s Stitch out which Stitch comes onto Azul like a rabid chihuahua.

That’s the way I can imagine so MC doesn’t have to do the whole ass adventure to steal a whole ass photograph in the ocean because of Adeuce + Grimm’s dumb ass.

Stitch and Grimm had made Riddle cry. And they both don’t feel guilty about it.

Most of the dorm leaders seeing Stitch for the first time though he was a deformed lookin dog.

Then it started speaking English/ Japanese.

Grimm and Stitch have both burned down Octavinelle. How you may ask if the whole dorm is underwater? I have no idea honestly I’m to scared to know as well