#just want to decompose somewhere

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[a-queer-of-color]

[happypeachsludgeflower]

SVSSS BRAINWAVE JUST HIT! I HAD A THOUGHT ™

An average modern person transmitigates into SVSSS. Mind you, I specifically mean SVSSS and not PIDW. That’s right, our protagonist awakens to find themselves as a NPC in the world of Scum Villain Self Saving System. And they think to themselves upon waking up, “Oh, I’m an NPC in a xianxia novel with a happy ending! Cool!!” and goes about their life being a background nerd geeking out about plants, and monsters, and cultivation in general, and neat flying swords.

But this is a world of sex pollen and wife plots and unfortunately the cure for a lot of diseases is duel cultivation with a heavenly demon, and we all know who that demon is going to end up marrying, so it’s best to mess around with meta cultivation knowledge and prep for the worst case scenario, and honestly, they may as well solve some of the minor issues in the plot while their at it, so they invent some new cultivation techniques from some of those nifty svsss fanfictions they read while alive (I’m specifically thinking of this fic’s explanation of duel cultivation and cauldrons, but other weird cultivation methods could be used from other fanfics and xianxia books), so they can tidy up some things.

For instance, is it really necessary for Zhuzhi-lang to be stuck as a weird snake creature for nearly twenty years? Is it really needed for Yue Qingyuan to have crippled cultivation due to his sword?? Does Tianlang Jun have to be stuck under a mountain and then escape only to slowly die in a decomposing body??

They know they can’t change everything without the system interfering, but small nudges should help right? After all, they’re just a background NPC and Shen Yuan will show up eventually and everyone will fall in love with him and no one will even notice the NPC’s existence even if they had noticed something was up during their miraculous healing and salvation spree.

So they go about fixing those things. They catch Zhuzhi-lang unawares and feed him a sun and dew mushroom seed while he’s confused and do some funky cultivation shenanigans and pat him on the head cause he’s really such a cute weird snake creature and give him some vague warning about not trusting in laws and then fucks off to somewhere else.

I’m still caught up on Metagaming’s concept of duel cultivation transactions where you give and take—like taking something from someone’s cultivation, not just power, and returning something else—and keep getting stuck in a brainrot loop of the NPC taking some bloodmite powers from Zhuzhi-lang when they gave him a fully humanoid form that’s not reliant on Tianlang Jun. So my main idea for how the NPC plots to hold Yue Qingyuan in place is feeding him lesser bloodmites (not full ones because they only took a minor ability and can only hold someone for a few minutes before the bloodmites die), while they hold Yue Qingyuan still long enough to draw some ritual to heal his soul and separate it from Xuan Su. But honestly, I’m sure other ideas could apply here too. My Metagaming brainrot is just too strong right now to think of any.

And Tianlang Jun? Simple. Zhuzhi-lang’s got a humanoid form and can easily get the sun and dew mountain flowers for himself. They can’t stop the man from being imprisoned entirely. The system says no since Luo Binghe needs a dramatic entrance. So while they can’t stop the tragedy, they can put some pieces into play for an early escape, maybe a new plan to get him a better body once’s he’s back, and be a ferry for Su Xiyan’s body to revive her at some point as well.

It’s nice being an unnoticeable NPC, isn’t it? You can do whatever you want and no one’s going to know!!

Except. Someone does notice (as we all could have seen coming). And Shen Qingqiu is suspicious as fuck of this obnoxious Shidi because he notices everyone due to paranoid, and he’s even MORE suspicious of the mysterious character that healed Yue Qingyuan’s soul (and wasn’t that a doozy of a realization to have when Yue Qingyuan burst into his bamboo house one day freaking out because some disguised, powerful cultivator somehow did the impossible after ambushing him and holding him down as they healed his soul, and Shen Qingqiu is still reeling from learning that Yue Qingyuan’s SOUL was damaged trying to save Xiao Jiu and the stubborn asshole never told him because he apparently assumed Xiao Jiu knew there wasn’t a single universe where Qi ge didn’t try to come for him). And so yea, Shen Qingqiu is suspicious as all hell and starts snooping and plotting to catch the mysterious cultivator by combing through Cang Qiong because whoever it is has to have an in at the sect somewhere to know about Yue Qingyuan’s soul.

And that’s not even mentioning how suspicious Zhuzhi-lang and Tianlang Jun are now. They might not have realized what that strange cultivator did when they did it, or understood the cryptic in law mention, but they certainly have some suspicions now that Tianlang Jun was as imprisoned by in law like people, and Zhuzhi-lang kept his humanoid form just fine without Tianlang Jun, and now the hunt is ON for the mysterious benefactor, so they can repay the kindness and find out what the fuck is going on.

The NPC is, of course, oblivious to all of this going on and goes about their merry way thinking they’re being the Best ™ at being lowkey. They are SO good at being inconspicuous!! They deserve an award really!!

And then. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t qi deviate.

Shen Yuan doesn’t show up.

Oh shit, the NPC thinks to themselves as they begin to panic. They even check Shen Qingqiu out themselves to see if it’s Shen Yuan just being really good at acting. Maybe he was a better actor in the book than he gave himself credit for or something?? But no. That’s Shen Qingqiu all right. Shen Yuan is missing in action, and someone has to fix the plot of Cang Qiong is doomed.

Thus begins the NPC’s journey to try and unobtrusively fix PIDW’s child abuse problems (that they’re unaware are already fixed), save Liu Qingge from his qi deviation in Ling Xi Caves, make sure Luo Binghe doesn’t raze the sect to the ground someday and hopefully find him some sort of husband replacement to keep him under control when he does return, possibly dispose of the Huan Hua Palace Master at some point because he’s vile trash, and did I mention there are multiple man hunts for this poor oblivious dude currently on going??

And the most important question for them to solve? Where the fuck did Shen Yuan go??

Hmm I wonder where that man could have gone.

[loudclan-clangen]

The World Ender by Lord Huron would be perfect for this moon

Anon you're so right and also I'm losing my mind over this song rn.

I had been imagining "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash for this moment but this song has all the vibes I loved from that one plus lyrics that are literally perfect for Wildfirecry, this is such a good pick!

Okay, SO: 7 farm cats attacked Fiercestripe's patrol. 4 of them were killed (Coal, his two sons, and one of Bee's sons), and 3 of them survived, but were wounded (Spider, Bee's other son, and Butterfly's son). These 3are the cats that Wildfirecry tracked down and killed in Moon 29 Part 3. He didn't kill anyone but those 3 toms!

No artistic liberty here! Wildfirecry committed at least three real life war crimes!

Absolutely! There's not a whole lot more to them than what is shown. I haven't put a ton of thought into Forestclan because they're already gone, but I imagine that they were a lot more religiously focused than Loudclan is. Their Starclan literally lived in the stars, and thus they were almost everpresent during the winter, and absent in the summer, when they were believed to hide underground. For this reason, if a cat died in the summer their body must be buried in order to join Starclan, and if a cat's body could not be buried, then they would be lost to wander until the sky darkened again. On the other hand, if a cat died in the winter, they would be left out to decompose in the open air, so that their spirit could ascend up to join Starclan in the sky, and burying them would leave them lost until Starclan returned underground. The rites that Wildfirecry performed doesn't allow for either of these fates. It traps a cat's soul somewhere in the middle, suspended in the air too low to escape into the sky and to high to shelter underground. I don't know if I've talked about it before, but I don't think the valley territories have a dark forest or equivalent "cat hell", so this is truly the worst punishment that Wildfirecry can bestow upon them.

It's Fiercestripe we're talking about here, she didn't waste time with some lovey-dovey good bye. She wants vengeance just as much as Wildfirecry does, if not more, and she only has a moment to speak to him. They'll have time for softness later, for now Wildfirecry has a job to do and she's here to help him do it.

I imagine that Rosehiptree would have been the one person Wildfirecry told that he was leaving. Quietly, before he excused himself, he told her that if he hadn't returned within a moon that she needed to go to the Black Water Pool and get her lives. While Wildfirecry didn't intend to lose all of his lives, he didn't want to promise to come back when he couldn't assure it, and honestly dying and passing his lives on to his only remaining daughter to make sure she outlives her illness is not necessarily a total loss in his book. Rosehiptree did that math, and considering everything she knew about her dad, decided that he was definitely not coming home. She relied a lot on Songpaw after their conversation, and even now that Wildfirecry's back and she's doing a little bit better, she still treats him as her anchor. She knows that Wildfirecry HAD to go do what he did to be able to live with himself, she's even thankful that he did it so that she doesn't have to fear Spider coming back, but he still left her when she needed him, and Songpaw didn't.

Thank you! That's a great compliment! I think it's pretty likely that you've spotted at least one of the ships being foreshadowed in Moon 30, but the real question is did you catch them all???

[williamvapespeare]

"every day i'm fucking smiling;" a rant (cogent, intellectual character study) about Charles

We all know that Charles Rowland is THE character of all time. Obviously. Undisputedly (except by Netflix) blabla. I, a mixed race bisexual idiot with daddy issues, am about to fucking get into it.

I think there are a lot of ways to get into that end of ep 4 scene – I think we can look from trauma, we can look from model minority syndrome, we can look from a place of people pleasing to the extreme, but I think the best way to get into Charles (for me, personally) is to look at him as a character formed of intersections. Of in-betweens. In literally EVERY way possible, he is between things. He’s mixed race, he’s (probably) bisexual, he’s between life and death, he’s between good and bad, he’s probably sitting somewhere between trauma and healing – like, he’s CONstantly engaging in coping mechanisms and that itself is an in between.

Ok this idea of “I must be liked” very obviously will come from living a life where the opposite of not being liked is always violence, and that definitely can’t be understated. But I think this whole scene and this line in particular really speak to this very specific feeling that comes with inhabiting an identity that is ALWAYS seen as “not enough” in some way. Like, if you sit in a place where you don’t speak one side of your family’s language well enough and simultaneously aren’t white enough (or whatever enough) for the other side, you’re just like fundamentally culture-less and fighting to just be ANYTHING.

(Another GREAT example of this I think is the game Life is Strange 2, which is about two Hispanic American brothers, one of them speaks Spanish and the other one is much younger and doesn’t and there’s a bit where the younger brother doesn’t want to leave the US and says “I don’t even speak Spanish” and the other one is like “don’t worry, everyone likes you.” Like YES being “““Likeable””” is maybe the only way in when you are so fundamentally detached from a thing that you are also fundamentally part of, anyway!!)

Similarly, like all of us bisexual people know we’re constantly getting shit from both sides, from straight people and gay people and probably like, corpses decomposing in the ground who are throwing around terms like “gold star lesbian” or whatever the fuck. People just look at whatever relationship you’re in and they’re like ah yep that’s you!!

Like the whole thing is the most reductive narrow-minded stupidity, but it’s also just THE WAY. It’s the way of stuff. And being like ok, I AM NOT ENOUGH OF ANYTHING THAT I AM. How are you going to deal with that, you’re going to try and be likeable?? Because that’s something you can control!!!

And I’m low key so mad that we can’t see a continuation of this story where we get to see a character slowly come to terms with these in-betweennesses and say like, I’m not actually two halves, I’m two wholes. This is intentional in-betweenness. Like yes, blabla let the boy be bi, but it’s SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. And I trust this show and I trust these writers to get that right and we were robbed of that.

So yeah idk tldr “every day I’m fucking smiling” was like the gut punch of the century. Whoever wrote that I’m omw to haunt your local Denny’s with my extroverted mixed race bisexual energy THANK U

[bella-goths-wife]

What if the Vees accidentally killed Pet during one of their punishments? I know only angelic weapons can kill them, but this is a “What if” scenario. Maybe make them hellborn?

What if the Vees accidentally killed pet (not canon)

Warnings: usual abuse, violence, death, drug use, Vs don’t grieve normally at all, character deaths, descriptions of corpse

Vox:

If we’re using human logic that sinners can die instead of canon logic that sinners ain’t killed but are just temporarily gone unless angelic weapons are used, then we’ll assume that sinners can be killed in similar ways to humans but maybe higher power levels required to kill

With this logic in place, I think that Vox would probably accidentally kill you during a punishment out of his jealousy of yours and alastors past connection with alastor almost purchasing your soul before Vox

Most likely he’d be using his usual punishment method of using his electrical abilities and the soul deal the two of you have to send electric shocks down the soul chain

Only the jealousy would heighten the amount of electricity used and in this case would kill you

Vox wouldn’t notice you were dead for a good few hours, assuming it was one of your usual blackout spells that you usually got after electrical punishments

It’s only he tries to shock you awake and you don’t respond that he realises you’ve died

Voxs mind would be split into two halves

One half thinks about the fact that he’s murdered you, the person he views as his daughter and the person he wanted to keep hidden away and protected more than anything

The other thinks about how angry he is that you had the nerve to die, how dare you? You were meant to be a loyal pet and now you’ve abandoned him like this?

Vox holds your dead body close in his arms as he debates in his mind what he should do

He carries your corpse to your bedroom and lays you down in your bed and treats you almost childishly as he tucks you in and hums you a song

Your room would become your grave as the vs leave you in it to be able to visit your corpse in an attempt to deny that you’ve passed away all together

They’d leave your corpse to slowly decompose and wouldn’t let it deter them from visiting, even in death you weren’t gifted dignity

It’s only due to his powerful position within the vees that Vox is allowed to live after killing you

Valentino and velvette still hold resentment though and have many plans to overthrow him and change the power dynamics

Valentino:

Valentino would have probably been most likely to kill you during a drugging punishment

He would have miscalculated the amount he gave you, causing you to overdose painfully

His first thoughts would be how to cover up your death so that no one knows it was him, selfish as ever

He grieves in his own way I suppose

He was never really obsessed with you as a person like the other two were, he was obsessed with the forbidden aspect of you and your emotional reactions and he more so grieves the loss of those two pleasures rather than grieve you as a person

He’d make quick work of having your body disposed of, paying some lower level demons to hide it away somewhere before killing them after your body’s gone

If your body was ever discovered, he’d instantly set it up to make it seem like Alastor was the one to kill you by desecrating your corpse to match alastors other victims, an act that had him feeling a small amount of guilt but it was quickly washed away by the need to cover his own back

He knows that fuelling voxs hatred of alastor would have him distracted enough to never find out the truth

He can’t help but feel small amounts of guilt for how your death effects velvette and Vox though, with both of them being anger filled bitter people

They both notice how he’s more attentive to them during this time but brush it off

If it were ever discovered that Valentino was the one who murdered you, Vox would kill him

It would take some internal debate considering Valentino is his lover, but his obsession for you outweighs his care for Valentino

Granted Valentino’s death would be quicker then your own, which is quite ironic really

Even In death you were still lesser than him

Velvette:

Velvette would accidentally kill you by taking it too far in a beating and pushing you down only for you to break your neck on some furniture

Velvette is not a feelings person, but I believe her killing you could make her feel so much so soon that she just shuts it down completely

She’ll push the idea of your death so far down within herself that she’ll convince herself that your still alive

She’ll be so far in denial that she’ll even think she hears your voice talking to her

She’ll carry your body around with her, dressing you up like a doll and doing makeup on your decomposed corpse to make it look less noticeable

She’ll take you everywhere with her, talking to you as if you were still alive and even scolding you when she thinks your ‘ignoring her’

Of course Vox and Valentino notice very quickly

Vox is outraged that she’s killed you, Valentino not so much but still relatively angry

But then they notice how velvette had driven herself mad in her guilt and grief

When confronted and forced into acknowledging the truth, velvette would break as she’d clutch your body and sob angry tears

Vox and Valentino decide that she has to die

Partly out of revenge for you, but also partly to put her out of her madness and misery

Velvette would be killed quickly while clutching your body and what’s left of the vees would put the two of you in your room and treat it as your graves

This was a depressing one to make ngl 😭

This is deffo not my best work but oh well

[lokisprettygirl]

Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read Chapter 12 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : Eric's secret about that night comes out in the open.You take your relationship forward.

Warning: 18+, smut, dirty sexual thoughts,, Description of self harm, dry humping, drug use, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

You were never really the type of person who ever watched the news intentionally or consciously.

Obviously

But Eric wasn't at home at the moment and you were bored out of your mind so you just flipped through the channels and suddenly stopped as your eyes fell upon a familiar face.

Your blood ran cold as you saw his face, that man, you would never forget any of their faces. Those men that cornered you in the alley that night, one of them was found in a ditch somewhere, well his decomposed body was found. The only reason it made the news was because this man was the brother of an infamous human trafficker that cops had been looking for a while.

Police had released the CCTV footage of a man responsible for the possible murder and your blood was completely frozen this time as you saw the suspect.. Even if he had his face all covered up you'd recognise his 6’4 silhouette anywhere. It was Eric, your Eric. What were the odds of him killing the man who had tried to hurt you once? Was it just a coincidence? It had to be, you didn't even know who this man was or what his name was until today so how would he know?

You knew what Eric did and it didn't really bother you because he never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. And you knew for sure that this man had it coming, god knows how many women he had hurt, trafficked, raped and worse.

As Eric came back home he found you fidgeting with your fingers in nervousness so he stared at you intently.

“What is it?” he asked softly so you looked him in the eye. He seemed unfazed.

“Nothing it's just i… well..you were on the news today” you blurted abruptly so he chuckled in response.

“I have been on the news before sweetheart..don't worry about it..they can't touch me” he said nonchalantly, a hint of arrogance in his tone was evident which you'd have found utterly sexy if you weren't so puzzled by the connection you shared with his victim.

“You killed this man didn't you?” you asked him as you showed him the picture from the news article on your phone so he let out an exasperated sigh in response. He had no idea that's who you were talking about. He didn't keep up with the news for his own peace of mind.

“Yeah so?” he asked, his eyes narrowed in recognition.

“So?” you raised your brows as you questioned him.

“You know what I do ..”

“I do -”

“Then? You have no idea of the awful shit he and his brothers were involved in” he told you in the hope that you'd just give it up.

“I understand, they traffic women all over the world. It was heinous ..he deserved it..but still.. what I don't understand is -” you spoke but were cut off by him mid sentence.

“What? What don't you understand? He's dead because he deserved it.. Besides you should be rejoicing after what him and his puppets were going to do to you”

He said in frustration, fingers running through his raven hair but then realisation dawned on him almost immediately. His eyes widened while he bit his tongue at the slip up. The sudden silence that crept up in the room was chilling.

You never told him that it was him and his men who wanted to hurt you that night in the alley. You didn't even know this man's identity until today. So how come he knew?

“What did you say?” You asked him as you crossed your arms and walked towards him slowly before he could slip away from you.

“I'm tired.. I'm going to shower” he said as he turned around to leave so you caught up to him and grabbed his arm to turn him towards you.

“No you can shower when we are done having this conversation” Your eyes were brimming with tears as those blank spots in your memory began to connect. The memory of that night was foggy at best, it kept you up at nights, you fainted and then you woke up safe and sound in bed, it wasn't magic, it wasn't a miracle was it?

It was him. He saved you, didn't he?

“How did you know it was him that night Eric..how did you-” your lips trembled as you spoke so he sighed and cupped your cheeks. He could have gone his whole life not revealing the truth, he never wanted that to change anything between you two.

“You saved me..that night..it was you right? You saved me from them..you kept me safe .. and then you got me home” He knew that look in your eyes, it didn't bother you, you seemed touched instead.

“You were just in my way darling..I am not some vigilante hero” he said to you, there was a bite to his words but his tone was gentle as it always was with you.

“Really? So you saved me and then you.. came to live right in front of me..why?” His eyes teared up as well when you questioned him.

“I just wanted to protect you. That's all”

God, he frustrated you with his modesty at times.

“That's all? You saved my life, and then you moved here for me..” you said in frustration.

“Yes I did. I saw you that night.. so weak and helpless like a sweet little lamb trapped between the wolves-” he said to you, he sounded a bit irritated but he just felt truly vulnerable.

“I am not helpless-” he snickered as you said that so confidently.

“Not helpless? You fucking passed out- you made it so easy for them to just take you”

“So? Maybe I did.. but I can't be the only woman you must have rescued from situations like that ..why did you come to live here after that?” you asked him so he groaned in response before he grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Because I wanted to keep you safe..I saw your eyes that night, so full of fear and loneliness, you gave up on yourself as if you had no one back home that you wanted to keep fighting for so yes I latched onto you, made you my whole purpose”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he said those words so earnestly. All of this wasn't fate or destiny, he wasn't just your next door neighbour that you fell so deeply for, sure he found you by chance, but he stuck with you just because he wanted to keep you safe and protected and you knew he had been doing it diligently since then.

“Why would you do that for me? Eric? Why me?” You asked him as you placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart race under your touch.

“My life had no meaning anymore, every night I sat in my bathtub running a razor over my pulse just to feel something but then I saw you, saw these eyes of yours and after years I felt something other than pure misery” he mumbled softly so you looked down.

He was so broken before and you never wanted him to feel so lonely, so starved again. So starved of love and affection that he'd rather hurt himself over and over again.

“So you did all that for me but then you pretended to hate me for days-”

“Because i didn't want to fuck with your life..and now you know why, i didn't want to be your friend or your lover. I just wanted to stay close by and protect you if you ever needed me..I had no idea you'd be so damn precious and persuasive..”

“You saved me Eric..baby you saved me-” you mumbled mindlessly so he held onto your cheeks again to make you look at him.

“Stop saying that-”

“I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you”

“Baby-”

“I owe you my life-” you cupped his cheeks as you rose on your tiptoes to kiss him as lovingly as it was humanely possible.

“Dont say that ..you owe me nothing -” he spoke between his tears.

“I owe you my life, I owe you my body, my heart and my soul..I love you..i love you”

Before he could protest against your words you kissed him again with burning passion this time, his palms cupped around your ass he lifted you up, your legs clung around his waist as he walked you into the bedroom.

As he put you down on the bed, his arms settled next to your body, his breathing was heavy, a turmoil of emotions running through him. He didn't want you to love him or care for him because of what he had done for you that night, that's why he never wanted you to find out. But then you did love him already even before you knew the truth about that night. You loved him selflessly.

He leaned down and cupped your cheeks as he kissed you, his lips moved like feathers against yours.

Your fingers fidgeted with the button of his jeans so he pulled away and got on his knees to unbutton himself.

He didn't want to deny you today, didn't want to make it any more special than this moment already was. He knew you wanted this, he could see it in your eyes, he didn't need verbal consent.

“Come here” he pulled on your arms and made you sit up as he took your tank top off, then followed your shorts and finally your underwear. You had seen him naked plenty of times before but he had never seen you completely bare like this until now.

“Fuck ..you're gorgeous baby” he mumbled as he bent down to suck on your titties, his long slender fingers rubbed between your lips, making you throw your head back in ecstasy. He just knew where exactly to touch you, how to make you squirm in pleasure.

“You want this baby don't you?” He whispered in your ear as his finger slipped into your slippery cunt, you couldn't even answer, the anticipation was killing you. It was finally happening, after six months of dreaming about his cock inside you he was showing you mercy, you had been so good for him, so patient, you had tried. You knew you'd have let him fuck you the night of your birthday itself.

As you bit on your lips he let out a ragged moan, the sight of you sprawled underneath him, looking so fucked already when he hadn't even begun yet was intoxicating.

“Eric-” you mumbled his name as he pressed another finger inside you, the pressure was on the borderline of pain now, your walls stretched around his digits, like a sharp needle prickling into your skin.

“I know baby..a few moments of discomfort then I'll show you the world I promise..I'll give you everything you'd ever want in life ..” he cooed in your ear..

“Everything?”

“Everything baby..love, good fucking..money”

But you already had everything. You had him.

He got back up on his knees just to look at your dripping pussy before he placed his fingers over your lips to spread them apart, you had never felt so exposed in your life before but you loved it so much, his mouth watered as he saw you dripping on your bedsheet.

“Fuck i don't have a condom” he murmured softly you looked at him and gave him a smile .

“Bedside drawer -”

“Why do you have it?” he asked as he let out a little hearty laugh.

“For this exact moment”

He smiled as he got off the bed, his gaze remained glued on you, after he found it you watched him unwrap it so you quickly sat up at the edge of the bed.

“Can I do it?” You asked him so he nodded. You grabbed the thin rubber between your fingers. His cock was hard and leaking, you wanted to taste him as he stood so close to your face but you didn't want to wait anymore.

As you rolled the condom over his beautiful cock, a part of you felt disappointment, you wished you were on pills just so you could feel his cock inside you. Skin to skin so there was no barrier between you two. But you'll wait for that too If you had to.

“Lie down baby” he commanded as he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, his thumb grazing over your plump lips.

As you laid down he settled between your legs and placed his palms under your thighs, tangling them around his waist. You gasped as you felt his cock stroking your clit.

He then bent over you, his body pressed tightly against yours.

“If I knew we were going to do this today..I'd have laid down flowers and shit for you” He mumbled in your ears, his fingers rubbing those pleasure buds, his other hand was on his cock as he lined it up at your entrance.

“Don't need it..all i need is you” you said softly.

“Mm relax baby..need you to loosen up” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“Okay I'll be good”

“Mmm you're going to be a brave girl for me now, yeah? Gonna take the pain like a good girl hmm?” He asked, his voice soft but firm at the same time

“Yess baby please.. I'll be so good” your voice came out so whiny as you spoke.

“Yeah? Gonna let me ruin you forever?”

“Yes please -”

“Such a good baby”

“Where have you been all my life Eric..i have been so lonely”

You mumbleed softly as you cupped his cheeks so he gave you a small smile, a bundle of emotions flickering in his beautiful eyes.

“I know sweetheart..i know you have been alone ..but not anymore..never again you'd ever see a day where you're not loved and pleasured and taken care of..and I'll never let you go ..my cock is the only one you'll ever feel inside you i promise”

He said as he finally entered you in one quick motion, you felt the sharp buzzing pain coursing through your nerves as he split open the tight sheath of your virginity.

“Oh god” you moaned in pain so he pressed his lips onto yours.

“That's it..that's my girl” he murmured encouraging words in your ears “Besides..we met when we were supposed to, I was so fucked up before.. couldn't have appreciated you the way I do now” he spoke against your mouth as he went still inside you, allowing the pain to subside and giving you the time you needed to adjust to his length. “Such a tight little pussy ..it's a miracle I didn't explode already”

And that sweet mouth of his was capable of speaking the language of filth so proficiently.

“Babyyyy”

“I know..I know it hurts..”

“Mmmmmm..How did you kill him? That awful man” He looked at you, a bit surprised by the question but he'd talk about anything to keep you distracted from the pain if that's what you wanted at the moment .

“I sliced his throat, watched him bleed slowly, watched the life dissipate from his nerves” he whispered in your ear. You couldn't help but gasp.

“Oh god-”

“Does that turn you on, my little freak?” he chuckled in a completely condescending manner.

“Mmm no..it's just.. okay yes it does..you did it for me..I was one of the reasons -”

“Mmhm not just one of my reasons..your scared terrified eyes were my main motivation when I went after him and his cronies. I'd kill a hundred men like them everyday if they even looked at you wrong”

“Oh Ericc -”

“That's true baby..me and you against the world now. You're mine and I'm going to take such good care of you, you'd never leave me would you?” he said as he caressed your scalp in gentle soothing circles.

“Never baby..god please move..i want to feel it” you said as you pressed your head up to kiss him.

“As you wish”

He placed his weight on his palms as he pulled his cock out a little before driving it deeper inside you this time, his movement quick and thrust hard, he could feel your arousal mixed with the blood, it helped aid his movement. He seemed so focused as his hips began to move in a slow gentle rhythm. The pain was still there, though it had lessened in intensity, it just stung a bit now, his cock felt warm inside you, warm and hard and it throbbed. Just the way it used to feel in your mouth.

Your fingers curled around his nape, caressing his skin as you stared into his big green eyes..his pupils blown out completely as if he was high.

“You’re so pretty” you said to him, your thumb brushed over his lips so he sucked on it, an audible moan spilled from your throat at the sight of his full lips pursed over your digit.

If this is what sex was supposed to feel like, you were definitely not complaining, it felt like heaven, he was in you and he was so close to you, you couldn't even tell where you ended and where he began. That's all that mattered to you.

But then he did something that made you realise what the fuss was all about. He got up on his knees, grabbed your hips and tilted you up in a slight bridge position, then he stilled himself deep inside you, finding the spot that made your toes curl and fingers clutch so tightly onto the bedsheet that you feared you'd break your nails.

“Ohhh..god..fuck..fuck fuck” you let out a string of curses, making him smile.

“Yeah that's it baby..that's your sweet spot” he murmured, his tone full of relief and gratitude, he couldn't really find it and hit it right when you laid flat on your back.

God he didn't want to disappoint you, pleasing you and satisfying you was not just a want but a necessity for him now.

He groaned as his thrusts fell into a smooth rhythm, so practiced and natural. If it was possible to stay in this very position forever he'd choose to do it.

You looked divine like this, all fucked out, all his..

“Fuck you're beautiful baby..I have to be the luckiest bastard in this universe”

Your eyes teared up but it wasn't from the pain anymore, it was from the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, and that intense tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach felt stronger, more intense than anything you had ever felt before and that sensation was threatening to explode as his cock rammed over that spot inside you..

“It's too much baby..don't stop please” you whined as you grabbed onto his shoulders so he let out a hearty little laugh.

“It's just the beginning..I'm going to do absolutely degenerate things to you, so many positions to try, want to bend and twist you in numerous ways you can't even think of” he spoke between his thrusts, his voice dripping with husk, breaths heavy.

You didn't think you'd survive when he ran his mouth like that.

“Eric baby..I'm gonna..its gonna..oh god” you whispered as your back arched even more.

“Cum baby, cum for me..cum with me..you cum with me now ..fuck i love you so much”

And you let go immediately, the moment your walls clenched so tightly around him he crumbled down as well. You felt the heat of his body as he propped himself on his elbows over you. His breath fanned over your face, sweat dripping from his skin to yours.

No words were said for minutes, you both laid there tangled up in each other's arms, collecting your individual breaths for what felt like hours..

“Can we shower now?” he asked you finally, making you laugh. You always thought of sex as something awkward but with him it just felt like the most natural thing to do.

His fingers ran over your swollen cunt as he cleaned you up under the warm running water, the blood running down your thighs, his mouth stayed latched onto your neck. You were no longer a virgin and you couldn't have been more grateful for his existence, you were glad that you waited for someone like him to show you what it actually felt like.

“How long before we can do this again?” He chuckled as you asked him the question that was plaguing his own thoughts. Just the thought of your tight cunt wrapped around him made him hard again.

“Whenever you want baby”

Next morning as soon as you woke up he turned you around on your front and fucked you like that, with your ass up in the air so he could run that spot over and over again that made your eyes roll back into your head. You were still sore but that didn't stop you from wanting to feel him inside you.

The view you provided was gorgeous too, he could get used to it.

Then he fucked you in the evening as well and then again at night before you two fell asleep again.

The next morning you were on top of him again, riding him the way he taught you to, he sat cross legged on the bed while you faced him as you sat on his lap with his cock deep inside you, your legs wrapped around his back as you moved back and forth, your lips meeting each other as you rocked slowly.

It was more intimate and romantic, he was softer, slower, he just wanted to make it last.

Life seemed pretty perfect at that moment. So perfect that it terrified him.

He wished he could have kept it that way. He really wanted to.

**********

“That's genius, my sauce always curdled and I never knew why” Bill chuckled as he stirred the sauce with the spatula.

“Now you do.. temperature control is so important friend” you said to him so he brought the spatula up to his mouth to taste it, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“Awesome man..up top” he brought his hand up so you high fived him.

That was Bill Olsson in your apartment, chilling with you as if you were his childhood friend or something. Eric wasn't home, he had found a lead regarding the Roeg lookalike as Melody's private investigator had spotted him in one of the five star hotels in the city. Of course Melody went with him. After they left Bill was on your door as he was bored out of his mind.

He has been here for five days now and you had no idea if Melody had told him anything about the messed up past she shared with Eric or not but his happiness made you believe that she hadn't. He seemed normal, so unaware of the realities of this world.

“I know you must get this a lot..but you're fantastic at what you do” you said to him so pursed his lips before he smiled.

“Thank you y/n..i appreciate that. Do you watch my movies?” He asked you so you nodded in excitement.

“Yeah we are great fans of horror..me and Eric -” he smiled as you said that.

“Yeah I'm trying to branch out though -”

“You should..because you're amazing” he chuckled again as you said that before his expressions toned down, there was a visible frown on his face now.

“So ummm there was something I needed to ask-” he said to you a bit hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“It's uhh about your boyfriend..he's Melody's ex right? Not just someone she just knew before she got famous?” you gulped as he said that. Did she not tell him anything at all?

“She ummm didn't tell you anything?” You asked him so he shrugged in response.

“Sometimes she tends to keep to herself..this whole situation has me worried about her..i don't even know what or who she's running away from. I love her..i want to help but I can't if I don't understand anything” he said to you so you hummed in response.

“Well that's a story you should hear from her own mouth..But you should just keep your mind open about it.. because it's nuts” you said to him, the puzzled look on his face bothered you because you didn't want to be the one to explain all that to him. It wasn't your place.

“Huh?”

Before you could respond luckily Eric was back, he already had the key so he unlocked the door, Melody followed right behind him. His brows raised as he found you both in the kitchen, the aroma of your cooking was all around the apartment.

“Whats going on?” He asked you as he walked around the counter, when he reached closer to you his arm wrapped around your waist, his lips so tender on your cheek.

“We were just talking about how good of an actor Bill is -” you said to him, you could tell he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes at him.

“And how good she is with these sauces, there is magic in her hands”

You chuckled in awkwardness as Bill complimented you as well. Receiving compliments wasn't your strong suit.

“It's not the only thing her hands do so well” Eric said to him but his eyes were on you, your face flushed deeply. You wondered if this was how he was like in public as a boyfriend? Sexual innuendos and all. Melody heard the comment very clearly and rolled her eyes before she approached Bill and asked him to follow her back to Eric's apartment as she really needed to talk to him.

“Is this what you do behind my back hmm? Cook with hot movie stars?” Eric mumbled as he kissed your forehead. God he had missed you all day.

“I never said he was hot”

He chuckled before his lips planted on yours so you wrapped your arms around his neck, your calves straining from being on your toes.

He pressed his thumb on your chin to open your mouth,his tongue slipped inside, making you gasp and moan, as he pulled away you stared at him.

He had swapped his chewing gum into your mouth, you could still taste the minty sweetness from it as he had just put it in his mouth when he was in the elevator.

“So did you find anything?” You asked him so he threw his head behind as he groaned.

“Not much..we did find his name. Samuel Roeg, so he's definitely connected to Roeg but he's not Roeg because I killed him and sent him to hell” You nodded as he said that. Truth to be told you had no idea what was going on here, all you needed was for him to be safe.

“Mmm this calls for a little pick me up”

“Yeah ?” He chuckled as he kissed you again.

You were about to drag him into the bedroom when you heard loud screaming and arguing coming from Eric's apartment. He immediately made his way to the front door so you followed behind him and saw Bill walking out with his luggage, muttering curses under his breath. Melody didn't follow him or tried to stop him either.

“I'll go see what's going on..stay here-” Eric said to you so you nodded, but as he went inside his apartment you caught up with Bill.

“Hey what's happening..where are you going?” you asked him so he turned to look at you.

“I'm leaving..y/n” he said as he opened the grill so you stepped inside too.

“Wait what just happened..did she say anything?” he let out a snicker as you questioned him.

“She doesn't want to get married because she is in love with your boyfriend. And I'm done trying to chase her affection” Your eyes widened as he said that. Did she really say that to him? That she was in love with Eric?

No he was yours. She can't have him back, he wasn't some toy she could choose to play with whenever she wanted to.

“Bill, wait.. there's history and a story in their past that you probably won't believe-” You said to him as you followed him out of the elevator and then quickly outside of the building.

“Look y/n I appreciate the concern. I really do but I don't want to waste more of my time now” you nodded as he said that. You could see the pain of heartbreak reflecting in those irises. You had been led on and used like this before so you knew exactly what he was going through at the moment.

“Take care of yourself..you deserve better Bill..i mean it..really” he smiled as you said that as if he didn't even believe it himself.

“You know what..here..call me if that guy ever hurts you and you need a friend or more” he said to you as he gave you his card so you took it from him. You didn't want to be rude.

You'd never have to use it for anything more than friendship.

Eric was it for you, whether he'd be in your life or not.

He took out his phone to call his chauffeur so you turned to get inside the building, you didn't want Eric to get worried about you.

However as soon as you turned around, a van pulled up behind you, taking you both after they knocked you out, the last thing you heard was the sound of Bill screaming before the darkness engulfed you.

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girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.

What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.

Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.

She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory 🤭

Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?

Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands 🤭🤭 pamper him like no one before

Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, you’re in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))

tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they can’t find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and they’re scared shitless!!!

They only found out you were even missing because you didn’t turn up to brunch on Thursday :((

They called you, and of course you didn’t answer….you were busy ;)))

That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!

Then the reality hit…. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with you……

Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,…. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you weren’t even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!

If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuries…

Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you. 

But no ;))))

As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Si’s bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333

You were fine, more then fine actually :))))

“Don’t worry about tha’ baby, answer it later they’ll be fine” Si’s morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))

A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadn’t really processed that you were in fact living with Simon now….

The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didn’t register it first….. but you never protested :333

Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way you’re actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????…. that’s batshit crazy behaviour! 

What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake he’d simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like he’d been married to you for 30 years :3

There was no awkward small talk, no “you’ve overstayed your welcome now, i’ll drive you to a motel” or “what time do you think you’ll call a cab”, a simple kiss and a “how’d ya’ sleep princess” deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))

Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable here…. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((

Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!

The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((

He absolutely didn’t strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morning….:333333

He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldn’t care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :)))) 

Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))

Whispering “good girl” into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(

He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany

Leaving £100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((

“You’ve had a long couple days sweethear’, get ya’ nails done for me, yeah? Get em’ pink or somthin’, okay?”

Obviously you’re memorised by this man at this point… how could you not be? 

 Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your nose 

Nobody had ever looked at him like that before….

“That’s ma’ girl, i’ll be home by six”

When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Si’s office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.

Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.

Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!! 

But Si couldn’t find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))

He’d never been happier then in that moment. 

But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missing….

It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer. 

You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phone……

You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how you’re both deeply in love and never been happier!!

Reassuring them that you’re absolutely fine, better then fine actually, you’re safe and loved and don’t plan on ever going back home 

And all your girls are like 

“Babe….you can’t be serious right now? You’re not in love, you’ve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!”

And 

“That’s it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. You’re coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?” 

Of course they don’t understand:((((( why would they!?

You’ve finally found your person, it doesn’t matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. You’re not fucking leaving!

This courses massiveeeee tension in you’re now ex friendship group. 

Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and that’s something they’re absolutely not going to do >:(((

The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally “come to your senses” and “need an out”, whatever that means :/….they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see what’s really going on, but of course you deny. 

Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how there’s still time to realise you’ve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!! 

“Babe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? You’re emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing you’re going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think you’re in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??’

They’re just trying to ruin everything though >>:(((((( 

Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(

When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much pain….when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((

“Listen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you don’ owe them anythin’, they jus’ don’t understand, alrigh’ don’t cry baby, come on” 

Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((

Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, they’d at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that you’ve been “manipulated” and “taken advantage of” while in a “venerable state” ://

Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didn’t need to worry about them anymore, they’re in the past and you’re moving forward with your life, its not your fault they haven’t grown up yet ://

Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regulars…. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but you’re such a mature girl :((( you’ll get along with them just fine :3 

Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))

Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))

He knows what his doing :3

You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3

Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((

You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that won’t leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((

Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for you…..all for him…..

Your ex couldn’t of been more different from Si :(

Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carpark…. 

An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////

Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasn’t high luxury, he’d look down on it like it was dirt :/

The thing is, he didn’t actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random “dirty” man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him. 

But everything changed when he got the news you were living with “Si” a couple hours away and you were “deeply in love” with him. 

He played the “distressed”, “regretful” boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of “keeping you safe”

Yeah…..right :///

His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:( 

You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((

But you just moved on?????

He wasn't having that. 

You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(

Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together. 

In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at “Price’s Motor Repairs”

Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you down…

Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasn’t from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasn’t good. 

Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/

Si never asked about your ex, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasn’t relevant :((((

It didn’t even cross Si’s mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this “broken” car 

It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasn’t working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong. 

This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(

“There aint nothin’ wrong with ya’ car mate, get that fuck out of er’ before ya’ start wishin’ ya’ did”

Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading home…. Leading him to directly to you without a fight….

He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didn’t notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didn’t even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(

All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((

But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.

When you saw he didn’t move, you stood up to answer it for him 

“Jus’ leave it lovie, can’t be anythin’ important this time of night”

You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!

Simon wasn’t convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.

He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlier…

Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you “baby” and demanding for you to come home…..

His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldn’t move you out of his line of sight without hurting you…

“Baby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! you’re coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!” Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second

You couldn’t go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((

“Get inside n’ lock the door” he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((

Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasn’t all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didn’t want you there :((

After poking and prodding him, it all finally came out 

“Ya’ know I could never give ya’ the life that he could doll…. All that fancy shit” a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(

“I know I aint ya type baby, you’re one of them high class type, ya’ don’t belong down ‘ere with me….I’ll drive ya’ back in the mornin, okay? I’m not taken no for an answer, go start packin’’” :((((

He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((

He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((

Little did he know your ex was almost £50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nails….

He truly thought that your ex had a one up on him…. That you would consider going back to him because of his “wealth”???

Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((

His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didn’t notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((

He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333 

Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9 

He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((

You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((

Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how you’d never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldn’t survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((

Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(

“I know baby, I was stupid to think tha’, I know, jus’… jus’ pump it for me yeah?’” Growing increasingly desperate as you don’t follow his command >:( telling him you’re looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((

He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .

You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :))))) 

Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show you’re putting on for him :(((

He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldn’t turn down ;)

Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)

Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((

Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((

Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(

Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333

Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((

Si’s callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((

“That’s it Darlin’, fuck ya’ such a good girl for me, look at ya’ look at tha’ beautiful fuckin’ mouth taken’ me” 

Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((

Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:( 

You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((

“That prick could never fuck you like I could, he’ll never feel ya’ fuckin throat again” he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((

Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((

He cums hard…slow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((

With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained “mine”. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((

You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))

You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)

He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite “I love you” into his lips… 

the first “I love you” you and Simon had ever shared :((

Its safe to say he said it back :333

And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))

okay, okay, okay, I know I promised to upload this after work like....days ago BUT I totally forgot I had a concert on and didn't have time to finish writing it AND THEN this guy im talking to came over to meet my dad and everything just pilled up im so so so sorry...BUT in my defence, this is over 4k which is my longest fic ive written so far, I love y'all I promise

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 20

Part 1 Part 19

Steve’s shirt is wet where Eddie’s face is pushed into it, and Will’s hand is clutching his arm tight enough to hurt. Steve wants to sink into it. But the door's still open, and Wayne’s shotgun is lost in the woods somewhere. He hopes the man won't be too mad.

"Okay, okay," Steve says, taking two shuffling steps forward. "Let go of me."

The arms encircling his waist drop him instantly. His own weight settles back into his heels at the same instant the vertigo hits. A small hand clutches his elbow, keeping him upright with a grunt of strain.

"Shit, Harrington, sorry," Eddie says, voice warbling. "What do you need? What do I do?"

"Just–" he closes his eyes, listing sideways. He's so tired. "The door, Eddie."

The door closes with a quiet creak, lock sliding home with a metallic snick!

It's a tissue paper door, Steve knows it's a tissue paper door, but his legs go out anyway, finally safe enough to drop. Eddie catches him, hands clutching hips as he practically drags him to the couch.

"You're okay," Eddie says. "You're okay, right?"

Steve nods. His forehead lances with pain every time he grimaces, and his cheek throbs. The wound on his shoulder has definitely reopened, and something unpleasant had happened to his ribs when he'd fallen in the woods. But he’s fine.

Will interrupts the conversation by dumping the remains of the Munson's medicine cabinet on the coffee table.

"You're bleeding," he says.

"Shit, right," Eddie replies, rifling through the contents. It's slim pickings, but Eddie plucks up a few bandages and gets to work.

His mouth is a moue of concentration as he combs Steve's hair off his forehead and puts bandages across the entirety of the laceration before blessedly leaving it alone once he reaches the hairline.

Eddie's prodding the bruise on Steve's cheek hard enough to feel the bone, when Will asks, "My Mom?"

"She's fine, Byers." He tries to smile, but loses the will halfway through, closing his eyes.

Will bursts into tears. "Thank you," he says.

Steve flops his hand forward. Will takes it. Steve doesn’t realize how cold his fingers are until Will’s warmth starts leeching into him.

"Your Mom's a badass, baby Byers," Eddie says. "She was always going to be fine."

Steve hums his agreement, too tired to vocalize. There, sitting up on Eddie's ratty couch, covered in dirt and blood, Steve falls asleep with Eddie's palm cupping his cheek and Will’s hand in his.

He's not sure how long he sleeps, but when he awakens, Eddie's sitting with his back to the couch. His hair's plastered to his head with grease and grime, and he's starting to smell a little. Steve wants to cry at the sight of him.

"Eddie?" he asks.

Eddie turns to him, a finger to his lips as he gestures his head toward where Will's sleeping in the recliner across the room.

"Back with me, big boy?" Eddie whispers.

Steve nods. "Did you guys make it out okay?"

Eddie scoffs. "We were fine, man." His eyes well, a few tears running down his cheeks. He swipes them away impatiently. "We thought you were dead."

Steve feels small, his voice comes out even smaller. "I'm sorry."

Eddie turns back around, back pressing into the couch, eyes trained on the door. Steve reaches his fingers out, rubbing back and forth slowly, consolingly. "Thanks for coming back."

Steve's breath hitches. It wasn't a sure thing. The line between Steve coming back and Eddie finding Steve's body decomposing in the Byers' driveway was razor thin. He should know - it's painted along his forehead in claw marks, painted in the way his vision is still a little red with the blood that had dripped into his eyes.

"Anytime," Steve says. Does it count as a lie when he really wants to mean it?

"Good, because we're like, out of water, dude," Eddie laughs. "The kid's the only one smart enough not to forget his backpack.”

"Fuck!" Steve says, a little too loudly. Will stirs, then settles. "Not the quarry again."

Eddie laughs, but not like he thinks it’s funny. “Yeah, man. I’m with ya, but there’s the kid to think about now.”

They both look over at Will. His face is smushed into the back of the chair, knees curled up to his chest beneath the blanket Eddie must’ve given him, like even in sleep, he’s doing everything he can to make himself a smaller target. Something unfamiliar in Steve’s gut wrenches.

He doesn’t want to go back there, maybe ever, but especially not right now. Right now, the thought of crossing the threshold out into the wider world makes ants crawl under his skin.

The Demogorgon’s claws are still parting his skin like butter every time he moves wrong. They’d moved through him as easily as Steve’s Father’s knife had while he’d skinned the deer, Steve standing beside him as he tries his best not to cry.

Steve doesn’t want to be the deer. But the shotgun is gone, and so the hunter must become the hunted.

“I lost the gun,” Steve says.

Eddie’s shoulder slump, Steve’s hand falls, settling in the crack between the couch and the middle of his back, stuck there when Eddie leans back into it. “I figured,” he sighs, sounding disappointed, like maybe there’d still been a glimmer of hope that Steve had just snuffed out.

Silence descends. It feels like the force of gravity kicked up a notch, the way the quiet fogs over him and pushes him down down down. The silence drowns, let’s the Demogorgon prowl through his mind. Eddie Munson throws him a brick disguised as a life preserver.

“I saw your shoulder,” he says, barely audible.

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks, turning around completely, back to the door. His eyes are wide. Steve can’t read his face at all.

“What’s there to do?”

Eddie sighs. “Nothing, maybe,” he says, spinning his rings on his fingers nervously. “I cleaned it up as best I could, but that’s bad, man. We’ve gotta get you out of here.”

Steve’s eyes flit over to where Will’s still sleeping, but Eddie’s eyes stay planted firmly on his face. He doesn’t answer, what’s there to say? There’s no way out of here.

“Let’s just get water so we can stay alive, just a little bit longer,” Eddie says when it becomes clear that Steve has nothing left to say.

Steve nods, asking, “should we bring the kid?”

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, but Will beats him to it. “I’m not a kid,” he says, clearly still half a sleep with the way his words are slurring together. “I’m coming.”

“He’s right,” Eddie says. “I mean, not about the kid thing, he’s definitely an infant, but we can’t leave him unprotected.”

“Hey,” Will mumbles, burrowing into the chair further and falling back asleep, clearly reassured that he won’t be left behind.

“We can’t keep him safe,” Steve whispers.

Eddie reaches out, pats his knee. Steve misses the warmth when he pulls it back.

“We’ll do what we can.”

Steve doesn’t want to go back out there. They’re safe in here, hidden away. But he will. Because Eddie asked, and Will needs him. That’s more than he’s had in a while.

He hopes it’s enough.

Part 21

[ryuzakemo128]

Goodbye My Sweet Lamb

Pairing: Konig x Female Reader

Content Warning: implication of cheating, a long term affair.

Words: 403

Note: Prequel to Grim Reaper in terms of continuity.

Note 2: Two songs I recommend listening to this with are either:

Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson

or

Made of Stone by Matt Corby

Masterlist

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Dearest

Love

My moon and stars.

My first

My last

My forever in an hourglass

If you didn’t do that, I would have stayed longer. Yet you decided what you wanted is something I ‘couldn’t’ give you. You don’t tell me what you want.

You expect me to be able to read your mind.

Tell me what you want for once in your life.

Otherwise, you will never see me again.

I can’t keep shaping my life to suit your needs anymore. I am at the end of my rope.

I feel like this relationship is coming to an end.

I want to blame you.

Yet I don’t have the heart to do it.

I want to hate you.

Yet my heart doesn’t let me.

So, this is me letting go of this relationship.

You will always be my first.

But I fear you will always be my last as well.

I digress. As I know, this will not be read.

It will be kept in a drawer somewhere, collecting every speck of dust.

While you fuck another sex worker inside a brothel.

I will never see you again.

Just as you will never see me again.

When I tell you, this relationship is dead.

I speak the truth.

The grave is dug.

The ashes are spread.

My bags are packed.

My furniture is sold.

I am already gone by the time you come home.

I took the liberty of taking a plane back home.

You will never know the heartbreak I feel.

As I know, you don’t care.

You will never care in the same way I would have wanted you to.

I heard what other people were saying.

I am not deaf.

I can hear what they mean when they speak your name instead of mine.

I am slowly dying.

Slowly decomposing.

Inside this relationship.

Which should have ended years ago.

I wasted my twenties thinking you were devoted to me and me alone.

Thinking you were devoted to me as I was to you.

I will never make the same mistake twice.

Thank you for teaching me this valuable lesson.

I will never forget what you have taught me.

I will carry it inside of me always.

I thank you for teaching me how it is to hurt so deeply.

Thank you.

I love you.

Farwell My Sweet Lamb.

My First

My last.

Farewell.

Goodbye.

Sayonara.

Adieu.

Au Revoir

Ciao

[mintytealfox]

NORTON'S 2025 LETTER

"Investigation Field Notes 1" 👀🙏🙏🙏

My THOUGHTS:

So its sounding like Alice showed up to look into the mining industry and the corruption there instead of looking into the accident itself! So a good amount of time could have passed since the accident 👀and judging how Norton had '1 Para' on him, sounds like he was traveling and traveling FAR.

This has me wondering what were all the places he went to before returning to find Benny rotting away in an alley. And what drew him to those places 👀🙏 Mans has his drive to grind for that money so why go all the way out there? the pay off must have been worth it to do all that travel. Then what brought him back to Benny? It isn't likely anyone contacted him to say that 'Benny is hella dead'. Maybe he was returning to check on him only to find him laid out and abandoned in such a horrible state. Which then makes me think that he wants to despise Benny so bad but he can't help himself, he cares and he can't help but care ;; He tries so hard to be dead inside to match how he looks on the outside but he just caaannnn'ttttt ;; BUT I wonder what would have happened if he returned and Benny was still alive? Cause again, there was no way anyone was like 'this dude dead come get him' he was returning to see an alive Benny. What was his plan? Was he actually returning to potentially get Benny out of there to somewhere better? Did he find something on his travels that made him go back to Benny??

(I still think Benny was manipulating Norton to do all the work and Norton peaced out of there after everything was said and done. But the fact that he returns to Benny after all that....gosh)

Cause by the sounds of it Norton would bring the freshest bread to Benny and not bother getting any for himself. He would save up to give Benny the best. That is NOT the actions of someone only there to use and take. He would have had some fresh bread for himself as well, but he didn't, he would eat nasty bread always and then only Benny got the good stuff ;; LIKE?? Makes me think that maybe Benny was getting dementia or something and thinking that Norton was just using him and yelling and screaming about Norton being a thief but maybe Norton was legit trying to do it for the both of them and not just himself 🙃 ITs difficult dealing with elderly who are loosing their minds.... Getting berated and accused of stuff simply because they are throwing a tantrum in the moment just 180 flip flops in mood and actions ;; So Norton not visiting as often when Benny started to get too much, makes perfect sense to me. Life is hard enough without the person you view as family loosing themselves and attacking you now cause their brain is just gone ;; and you just want to remember them for who they were. And maybe he got so desperate to get them both out of there that he locked the eff in so he could get Benny to a doctor instead of this nasty moldy place they are currently in. But Benny and his twisting thought process, due to illness, thinking that Norton was just doing all this for himself and going to abandon him -sigh-

ITs just the fact that Norton returns after his travels makes me think he found something for Benny and was coming back for him orz but was obviously too late

and just became another nail in his own metaphorical coffin that leads him to agree to anything for money so he doesn't end up like a dead rat in the street. Just the massive disrespect to human life to have Benny just left out there for so long just to decompose in the alley like that is just beyond horrible.

---- Extra Thoughts: Norton bringing those Hades vibes back again ;; Tied to death and paying Benny's way into the after life ;;

I also think its interesting that the other miners are talking about Norton like he is some mythical creature that they think they have spotted pff

[marisol-holme]

The retired good girls guide for writing

I haven’t always been able to understand myself. 

I never felt like I was able to clock pure basic needs. Couldn’t tell if I was hungry or thirsty. I finished my meals early, preferring to always feel full, in a silent critic of my mother and father’s controlling rule over my life. A few bites of fuck you always left on the plate. I liked to see how far I could push it. How little I could drink, sleep, or eat, and still function. A true desert island scenario would see me lasting years; I had inadvertently trained myself for it. Except my desert island was more devoid of emotional fulfilment and attention. 

I had to get creative. I developed some interesting tendencies, sure. But mostly I just wanted to escape. Now my parents never went out, and my internal world was already tumultuous at best, so I did what anyone would do and read. I read voraciously. The ability to turn off my hunger had seeped into all areas of my life. A fugue state dissociation through most of my early years through to adolescence. But I was able to come alive when I was reading. When I read, it was like my first breath. Hungry. I could imagine these worlds and built them up easily, colourfully within my mind’s eye. I'd picture the strong female characters that I admired. I’d taste food, hear music. It was the only time I was ever able to really live, before I had to go downstairs and pretend to eat.

Unwittingly, my upbringing fostered just the correct environment for me to develop a writer’s hunger. Because a writer is always a reader before they grow mad to write. I grew mad fast. I had to. I had to create worlds for me to escape into, away from all the shouting and fighting. Alchemise what I’d read into something new and original. It helped that I was an avid daydreamer, although a psychiatrist might call me a maladaptive daydreamer, but it only ever occurred to me when I was bored. Parallel to this, I grew into shame, so what I wrote I would throw away. I sadly have none of my early works. They are long decomposed into sub-atomic and absorbable waste, probably seeped into a water system somewhere and live inside all of you. Yuck. Not even my best work. 

Then I grew up and I had no dreams because I was not hungry. I hadn’t picked up a book in a long time. I dabbled with things that made me feel warm. Partying and shallow conversations. Grotty pubs and sticky clubs. Good friends made me feel a good kind of warm. But it took me a long time to find my way back to literature. Through a work stint as a Nursery Practitioner, I found my way back into writing. You see, at the nursery we had to send updates to parents all about what their children were getting up to. I enjoyed this task and wrote the children’s days like stories. Descriptive and alive. I’d got the bug and the bug had bit me. I didn’t last long once I had started writing again and I quickly found myself working at the Ideas Foundation. 

Through my new employer, I was encouraged to trial as much as possible to find out what I enjoyed doing. I was also very privileged to have access to several creative professionals who genuinely wanted to help and mentor those younger than them. Mentors can see all your ducks and help you to get them in a row. My ducks were all over the place and needed very graceful guidance. You push my ducks too much and, well, they explode. Poof!

Speaking to seasoned professional copywriters, I was able to glean their persistent journey into the profession. The confusion I once had around my goals has seemed to have dissipated. The ability to feel hungry for life and understand myself has only grown. My spark is back. 

The excitement and giddiness I feel when I think about myself as a writer is immense. The energy can fuel me for days. I look to the bottom left of my documents and the number of words that can pour out onto a page grows and grows with each project I set myself. The possibilities as a writer seem endless from this perspective. 

I understand that there is a lot more to these dreams that simple want. I must be focused. Persistent. Take up the offers of guidance from those around me. Accepting critic and moving towards goals. But the potential is there. I understand myself a little better. I value my work a little more. Hopefully, one day in the not-so-distant future a book of mine might get thrown away and end up decomposing in the damp soil into tiny fragments that find their way into us. At least that work will be better and born of something other than the child’s will to survive and create. That would make me feel okay. 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Morbid idea totally get it if you want to pass but what if follower!bishops are sent on a mission by the lamb to get resources but on the way they find their lover dead- they'd been missing for a while after either being sent on their own mission or wandered away... if you dont want to do all four can you do just heket and leshy?

Heket and Leshy finding their partners remains

If I'm in my feelings today I'm gonna put everyone else in their feelings. We're all crying

Notes: reader is (was/j) gn, follower bishops

CWs: death, decomposition mentions, vague body horror and sacrifice in hekets part

LESHY

He's not happy about being sent to go on a mission- he's torn. You've been missing for... a while... what if you come back while he's away? But also, what if he finds you while he's out?

And god does he find you. He can't see you but he can smell you. Even through the rot he can tell it's you, somewhere a few feet away in front of him, somewhere in the trees of darkwood

He's angry- he still likes to believe he has some say over what happens in darkwood but it seems to finally sink in that he really is powerless here. What happened to you? Were you run down by cultists? Did you get lost? Hurt and stuck? Who did this to you?

He's so... angry. Distraught. Lost. There's so much going on at once that he can't quite keep himself composed- or at least as composed someone can be to finding their lover half decomposed

He tries to bring your body back to the flock so maybe you can be revived but your condition is....

HEKET

Like her baby brother she's not happy about being sent away to go on a mission-- leshy shows his displeasure by causing problems upfront... heket uses spite and passive aggressiveness now that she's a cultist... at least that's what she would do if she hadn't realized this wouldn't have given her a chance to find you

And find you she did. Strung up as a sacrifice to the mushrooms in Anura. Trying to cut you down from the fungus that consumes your remains was a mistake. What's left is.... messy....

There's no way she can carry you back to the flock, even if she somehow managed to scoop you into her arms you would slip out and splat onto the grass. Even your face wasn't in the best state- despite it being one of the last parts of you to be engulfed

She... stays with you... for a while at least, she actually buries you not far from where she found you- close enough to keep herself from dropping you again, but far enough to give you a place to rest

She gets all of her feelings- rage, hurt, helplessness- out in the form of gutteral yells and using her fists against any cultists- her former followers- and leaves them broken. She doesn't speak a word about it once she returns. She hates that the lamb sent you away, though. She's going to let them know that

[weenwrites]

Anonymous asked: Could you maybe write the reactions of the rest of the deceptions or autobots with a reader who brings them weird gifts, like bugs and dead animals?

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Starscream

He'll give you this incredulous and appalled look that spells out "why in the pits of kaon would I ever want that?" just before he verbally spells it out for you. He'll wave it off and tell you to go dispose of it, but if you were to insist that he take it, and hold it out and wave it at him. He'll push you away, and mush more harshly tell you to go throw it off the ship or something.

Depending on how perceptive you are, you may or may not realize that his reaction to the dead creature coming closer to him was how another human may react in disgust or slight fear of a spider, rodent, or any sort of creepy crawly rapidly approaching them. So despite the initial impression that he's unafraid and unaffected by said... Thing... He's just as disgusted as any other person would be.

If for whatever reason he had accepted your gift, it would've been with a fake smile and an awkward, "oh... why... thank you?" And the moment you would've gone out of sight, he would've quickly handed it off to the nearest vehicon passing by, and he'd order them to dispose of it. Throw it off the ship, burn it in a furnace—just get rid of it.

Breakdown

He's not exactly sure how to take it??? He most likely hasn't received any sort of gift in a long time due to the war, the lack of resources, and the little down-time he has. But then again even though this is a gift it's... It's a dead creature, what do you want him to do with this?

Knockout told him that humans collect the corpses of animals for their collections, so are you trying to share a bit of your collection with him since you're friends? He gets that giving is a friendly gesture, but he thinks it's the kind of gift you're giving that determines whether it's a friendly gesture or not.

He'll initially refuse and suggest you give it to Airachnid because of the idle-chatter he's heard about her "trophy collection" and her weird hobbies, but if you insist then, ok? He'll take it with a little, "uh... Thanks? I guess?" He's not as disgusted as you might think, he's seen his fair share of blood and gore—and though organic gore is a whole different thing, he's not that squeamish.

He'll put it in a storage unit somewhere in his habsuite, and with the saying "out of sight, out of mind", he forgets about it and stumbles across it several months or so later. He wouldn't be startled per say (but Knockout would be), instead he'd be confused about what that was (if it rots and decomposes beyond immediate recognition), and he'll try to remember how it got there. If he can't he'll just pick it up and throw it away, if he can, he just... Leaves it there unless it smells too bad to keep in the room.

[lowkeyrobin]

why hello there. heard u were looking for Pokémon s/v requests. it just so happens I really like arven so like possibly

(arven and potentially gn reader having a picnic together and arven's very obviously inlove with reader but reader is just kinda like (mmmm sandwich) but then they offhandedly mention (if they can cook for me, we getting married) and arven gets more flustered)

ooooo okay I can try!! ; and tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy :) ; also I gave the reader a wooloo as a partner pokemon cause i love wooloo & it was a small and cute plot thing so idk if you hate wooloo then beware or dni ; wooloo haters DNI 😈🗣🔥 ; reader is galarian btw ; this kinda went off topic I'm sorry audbsjsh

ARVEN ; food is the way to anyone's heart

summary ; on a picnic, you mention your love for food and cooking qualities make up 100% of what you want in a partner

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is galarian & has a wooloo as a partner pokemon

word count ; 856

masterlist

"Thanks for coming with me, Y/n" Arven softly smiles. "I appreciate it. Nice to not go on adventures alone... well, I have Mabostiff, but it's not like he's you."

"Of course," you reply. "It's nice to get out every once in a while. After Team Star disbanded and we explored Area Zero, there hasn't been much to do," you shrug. "Galar is just fine as well, not much to go home to"

Arven raises an eyebrow, setting his large backpack down on the grass. "What about your treasure?"

"I found my treasure long ago" you chuckle. "You. My friends! Just... I dunno. There's not much to do for me now, I don't really have anything going for me. You wanna be a chef, Penny's gonna work for the Elite Four and Geeta, Nemona is gonna be the best pokemon battler..."

He frowns, laying down a picnic blanket. "That's not true. You have a lot going for you. You just need to find yourself!"

You shrug, setting your backpack down on the blanket. You pull a pokeball from your pocket, releasing your partner pokemon, Wooloo, so they could play with Mabostiff. Arven, while on these little adventures, usually kept Mabostiff out of his ball, especially after recovery. The poor dog deserved to see the world. Sadly, if you were to do the same for Wooloo, they'd end up lost or get stuck somewhere.

Arven frowns, pulling out an array of various cooking tools and supplies. Arceus, where did he keep all this stuff? His backpack may be bigger than him, but it was honestly giving Mary Poppins.

You supervise Wooloo and Mabostiff playing and exploring the area around the Tagree Thicket while Arven crafts up some delicious delicacies. Wild Impidimp and Shroodle sprint around the grass, and Psyduck and Buizel swim in the creek near you. The liminal sounds of the thicket silence your internal worries, bringing you some peace.

You lay back on the blanket, trusting Wooloo and Mabostiff wouldn't get themselves stuck in the creek or up a tree while playing. The smell of cooking food fills your nose, your eyes fixated on the clouds and tree roofing above.

"Lunch is ready," Arven smiles, standing over you as he waves.

You sit up, seeing a large array of food laid out on the picnic blanket. Sandwiches, curry, fruits, and crackers on little trays, etcetera. You smile, calling over Wooloo and Mabostiff.

"Let me know what you think of the spicy cheese curry," your friend speaks. "I did a lot of research on Galarian food, so I hope I did good"

You grab a piece of sandwich for Wooloo, then yourself. You fill a decomposable bowl with some curry, excited to dig in and try. You stab your reusable fork into the curry, shoving a bite into your mouth.

"Oh my Arceus!" you exclaim, "This is amazing!"

Arven smiles. "Glad you like it, bud"

You relish the devine taste of the curry, sharing some with Wooloo as well. "Tastes just like home, doesn't it?" you ask Wooloo, seeing the happy expression on their face.

Arven chuckles, seeing you so happily bond over nostalgia with your partner pokemon.

"All I need in life is a person who can make some good curry like you, Arven," you remark, "All I'd ever need. Hm, Wooloo?"

The shaggy haired boy's face flushes, his body language showing you that he was flustered. Luckily, you weren't looking at him. He didn't realize how important Galar was to you, how you treasured your home's culture.

He had to admit, it was endearing.

He'd made this curry all for you, remembering how much you mentioned your cravings for it. Maybe, just maybe, you'd see him the way he saw you.

You look over at him with a smile, "Thank you so much, Arven. I appreciate it"

He nods with a soft smile. "Yeah, of course" he scratches the nape of his neck. "Oh, uh, I have something for you, actually," he informs, reaching into his backpack. He pulls out a tin container in the shape of a star, handing it to you.

You raise an eyebrow, confused. He nods, urging you to open it. You comply, setting the lid of the star shaped tin on the picnic blanket. Inside is an assortment of your favorite snacks, bordering it, feathers. Swanna feathers.

"Uh, in Unova," he nervously speaks. "Swanna is a symbol of love. Collecting their feathers is a common practice- uh, like, a romantic gesture"

You smile, looking at him in appreciation, feeling your stomach swirling.

"When we went to Kitakami, I was talking with Keiran and Carmine before we left... about you." Arven continues. "They informed me Swanna represent love, and uh... yeah. I remembered you telling me that in Galar, giving someone an Applin is a romantic gesture. But, I couldn't get my hands on one, they're too small to find around here-"

"Thank you," you chuckle, cutting him off. "Thank you so much, I- I don't even know what to say.."

He's unable to hold eye contact with you, flustered and nervous. "I hope that's not a no"

"It's not"

[boooweirdo]

Questions of Hell

Pairing: Alastor x GN!Reader

Description: after tiring a day, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for the radio demon chasing you with questions spending the night, right?

Warnings: mentions of drugs and that’s about it (alastor is prick btw)

Word count: 2104

A/N: hello! This is kinda my first time posting here in tumblr so bear with me on my first post here. Also this isn’t proofread so there could be couple of mistakes here and there so I’m sorry about that. No use of Y/n. But please enjoy it! Btw this fic can be taken as romantic or platonic either could work. Enjoy! :)

For most of my human life I thought death would be simple and morbid. Once life expectancy reaches its limit for how much it can go, the body starts to get tired and the brain will shut, just as the body decomposes.

And just like that you would be dead.

I never tried hard to question the afterlife since it had gave me a headache if I had think too hard about it but I do admit I had a few times where I did think about it too hard.

I just didn’t expect to wind up as a goddamn sinner in a literal pot of hell.

I can admit I wasn’t exactly the most holiest person. I fucked up. Quite a lot of times. And I suppose that life is all about whether you be rewarded to get into heaven or thrown down to hell for punishment.

And for that I now have to deal with the princess of hell and her friends in the Hazbin Hotel.

Charlie was energetic to know that I was another guest at the hotel ready to redeem sinners and probably grab the chance to get to heaven. Seems quite ridiculous once the opportunity was handed to me. Honestly I stayed because I knew nowhere else would let me stay without paying or doing something to repay back.

Yet I got to meet some of the most interesting people. Starting with Angel Dust who was porn star himself and only seems to make it his whole personality but he sure knew how to make a party start going. He also makes anything—and I mean ANYTHING to be dirty.

Vaggie who seems to be strict on everyone and trying her best for all of us to actually have good morals. Sure, we didn’t care but we all understood she wanted for the best of us. Sir Pentious was there to spy on them because of the Vees but then accidentally liked the idea of staying and making a better change of himself.

And there was Nifty who has a certain quirk driven into her personality that was unlike everyone else but she was almost a kid just needed to be protected. Just try not to get stabbed by her. Husk who seems to tell everyone to fuck off even though he’s bartender and you’re sitting at the bar specifically wanting a drink. He acted he hated everyone, but he never really did. He just hated someone who seems to fake who they actually are.

And I’m guessing that’s why he isn’t particularly fond of Alastor.

Alastor is a unique demon. To say in a short sweet way to not say any bad word on his name. Yet it’s hard to say he’s quite a mystery to all of us. Charlie might own the hotel but Alastor is faculty manager of the hotel. He’s always looming somewhere in here and always there with an eye to watch us.

I have to admit I even avoid him. His presence was kind I never had bump into, I rather make it stay that way.

My legs had grown numb and heavier as I kept walking back to the hotel. I was exhausted from Charlie’s shenanigans today. Trying to encourage other sinners out there to come to the hotel and save themselves from the extermination. Failed horribly since how many either attempt to kill us, offer sex, or offer straight up cocaine.

I gave up and had left Charlie with the others to keep going. It was getting late either way and they were planning to go into club.

Didn’t want to get myself into too much trouble anymore either way.

Pushing the doors to let myself in the hotel—I had let out an exhale that I had held all day. My body was slumped and all I could think was my comfy bed.

“My, my, you look quite a mess dear!”

The radio voice had made me slightly jump out of my skin.

To the right of me I could see Alastor sitting on a couch in the lobby. One hand with whiskey in a glass cup and the other with a book. His legs crossed with one leg on top bouncing to the sound of jazz playing background.

“Alastor?”

“Didn’t expect a fellow like me up around this hour, but I couldn’t resist such a great novel here wouldn’t you say?”

He made that little hum that sparked a few radio statics in his voice.

“Look, if you’re here to mock or annoy me today I make sure those antlers of yours are gonna be long gone before you know it.”

Alastor laughed and got up with swift movement with his cane. That smile was almost stitched to his face every glance I took of him. I expect there won’t be a day where I don’t see that venom smile of his.

His hands clasped in front of him as he eyed me down. “Now why would I do that? I merely checking up on is all.”

He said it with such a smirk in his voice.

“Sure, whatever, do what you want I guess,” I grumbled under my breath.

Attempting to head upstairs, Alastor tried to get in my way as he kept reappearing in front of me in every corner I try to go.

“What the—“

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going?” A playful tone was layered into his voice. Letting out chuckle as his antlers move just for a second.

He knew it was getting on my nerves.

“To my room. Is there something that you want?”

I was a bit hesitant when I first spoke, especially since Alastor was a type of demon who never necessarily wants nothing out of someone except manipulation.

He makes that same hum again, letting out a sing-song voice. “Well, I’m bored and I’m in the mood of doing something.”

“Okay—kill someone or some deer.��

I tried again walking away but he reappears again in front of me on the steps of the stairs. Keeping his eyes on me as he leaned on the handrail of the stairs. I could tell from his eyes that my annoyance was kicking the roof by now.

“Not really in the mood for that kind of fun tonight dear. I was actually hoping to maybe play some sorts of game with you.”

“A game?” I questioned.

“Yes! Just any sort of ordinary game. A game where I can ask questions about you and you have to answer them.”

I blinked at him for a moment and then narrow my eyes.

“So you’re interrogating me.”

“No, nonsense! Now, come on, sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable.”

Alastor nudge me downstairs and I follow him. I had no choice and I rather didn’t wanna push any limits with radio demon exactly. He wasn’t the type to be messing around.

Suspicion was written all over my face as I sat down.

Alastor offers whiskey in a glass with a smile. “Whiskey, dear?”

“Um—-no, no thank you.”

He sets the glass on the side table along with the book. Peering to my side I notice the book was the classic Dracula book.

Alastor sat on the other end of the couch. A leg propped on the other. Resting his chin on his hand on the arm rest.

“Now, I’ll start of the with an easy question to start off soft,” stated Alastor. “Do I annoy you?”

“Yes. Next question.”

His smirk grew wide yet his eyes narrowed down on me. Letting out a laugh that sounded for sure forced but as well annoyed.

“Okay, let me ask an easier question. What is your favorite color?”

“Oh well um—maroon. Maroon is my favorite color.”

Alastor hummed to himself. “Quite an unique answer. Didn’t take you as the type to like color such as maroon.”

“Red or maroon. I just like good color of red. Next question.”

Alastor tapped his fingers along the arm rest as he thought of another question to ask.

“What’s your favorite time of day?

Looking back at him with a tilted head I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Alastor rolled his eyes jokingly and chuckled, seeming slightly amused of me. “I mean exactly what I said. What is your favorite time of day? Mornings? Afternoons? Nights?”

He lists off with this condescending tone, as if he spoke to me as a child.

“Watch your tone, and watch your ears, deer,” I hissed. But since you’re so damn curious. It’s night. And sometimes late afternoons. Not as much anymore though. I love them more in human life.”

“Human life you say?”

Alastor watches me as I adjust the black turtleneck I wore.

“Next question please.”

Alastor didn’t say anything but made a louder hum as he thought. Still overbearing me with annoyance of course.

“I’m running out of quite a lot of questions here but I suppose I should’ve asked this first, how are you liking this hotel so far?”

The tone switches and audibly notices it. Turning into this nonchalant tone. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to be curious or crack me under pressure with his eyes seeming to only stare at me.

With a sharp inhale I spoke direct.

“Annoying as fuck. I never was too fond of the idea of redeeming since it was hard to wrap my head around the fact that sinners here can even get the chance to go up to heaven with the rest of angels.”

He kept silent with his smile but I kept continuing.

“I didn’t think it would work. And I still have mixed feelings about it but…I do have to admit I kinda like the friends I made here.”

His eyebrow raised and he tilted his head almsot intrigued of what I had said. “I see. And these friends you’ve made here..”

His smile twisted into a smirk as he leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees.

“Any particular ones you admire the most?”

It was a question that had me actually thinking this time around and I knew it was a way for Alastor to get to me, and I didn’t want him too.

“Well, each person has their own unique thing to admire.”

He tweaks his head to the side and only narrows his eyes. Still with smile.

“Charlie can be a lot and maybe too hyper, but she’s willing to give people a chance. Vaggie pushes everyone and is harsh but does it for us to get better.. Sir Pentious is someone willing to give up villainous tendencies. Angel is…well Angel but he is a friend that is loyal and would do anything to back up friend.

Husker and Nifty are the same as well. All of them have everything to admire about.”

Alastor listened intently on how I spoke each of the hotel residents living here

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

He sat back once again, his legs still crossed and his hands back in his lap. Alastor chuckled again, looking at me for a moment.

“And what about me? Is there anything you admire about me?”

I scoffed and smirk a little.

“A bit full of yourself are you?”

His eye twitched a little and seemed ready to respond, but I quickly added on.

“You always stay in control. Even if you aren’t or you’re not wanting to, you always are. You piece of shit who certainly earn a spot living here. I’ll give you that, but even I can admit that you’re intelligent in what you do. Even how manic and evil it can be.”

Alastor chuckled again. He was quite amused by my words. That wasn’t what he was expecting, but he was satisfied by it. He leaned forward a bit again, resting his arms on his legs. His elbows on his knees once again as he stared right into your eyes with his permanent smirk.

“How observant you are my dear. I thought you’d think of me as a annoying bastard”

“No, I also think that too.”

A smile spread on my lips as genuine the pit of fire in hell and before another word had slipped out of Alastors mouth, a rush of familiar friends came through the door.

“I need fucking a drink what the hell was that!?” Angel's voice rang through the hotel and same with others.

I laughed and got distracted by them as soon they called for me but Alastor sat on the couch there observing the others.

Asking himself many questions of himself now.

For how much this sinner might’ve made him rethink his plan.