#like are you going to rip us apart or give us a boost

[maliciousalice]

They didn't give Kes enough of the cute little scarves with earholes that the Ocampans on the 5th planet had.

I guess the explination is that their fashion signifies the devoutness to The Caretaker, as some of the colony people working have more colourful, scarf-less costumes like Kes, but idk it would have been fun to incorporate it. I like how varied they are in the sihouette and kinda-retro futuristic. They could have coordinated well with her fun little dresses, and been peak scifi with her little blonde bob poking out. (maybe being the same colour as something in her outfit)

BUT I GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE THIS SHIT AIN'T DOCUMENTED AT ALL LOL. Sidenote those boots that one bloke gave Harry and B'Elanna were very expensive looking lmao.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! temporary long distance due to work.

soonyoung comes back into frame with a cheesy grin on his face, big box in his arms. you just rest your chin in your hand as you watch how completely giddy he is. even with you over twelve hours away now, he's beyond thrilled that you made a point of celebrating his birthday with him. you still have a bit before it is his birthday, but that's fine. as long as you get to see him.

"can i open it?" he says, box cutter in hand as if he couldn't just rip through the tape with his bare hands. he's purposefully slowing himself down now, but that's out the window the moment you nod. he slices through the tape, nearly ripping the cardboard as he opens it up. immediately, he gasps. you watch the way he pulls out two small tiger plushies, eyes shiny. you just fight the urge to smile harder. you tied ribbon around their necks with your favorite color and his.

"it's us," you giggle. "i saw them and i couldn't resist."

he sets them aside after giving one of them a little kiss on the top of the head--the one with your ribbon. and then he continues to dig through the box. he pulls out bags of foreign (to him) candy that he's gushed about in the past, unable to get without paying outrageous prices. a few face masks, so he can get cozy and take care of himself when he gets home tonight from hanging out with his friends. there's plenty of other little things, too: a t-shirt from the city you're staying in, a snow globe you're glad survived the trip with how much you wrapped it.

soonyoung pauses, leaning forward and taking a deep breath. then his gaze softens. "the box smells like you..."

you sprayed your fragrance of choice in it about a million times, just to hope that it would last a week before you sent it off, he'd mumbled something sleepily about how much he missed your scent. you'd say the same, but he'd bought you an extra bottle of his cologne before you left. just so you could spray it on your pillow and dream of him.

("was that romantic?" he'd giggled after he said it, all too pleased at sounding like the many dramas he watches with you. "i think i sounded cool.")

"when you come home..." he looks up, no longer smiling. but there's a sweet glimmer of hope in his eyes. "can we go out and celebrate my birthday?" he's a bit more serious now. "just the two of us. i really miss you, you know."

"whatever you want," you promise. "i miss you, too." but you put on a smile, hoping to give him a little energy boost since he'll be heading out soon to get lunch with jun. "happy birthday, my handsome tiger."

and the way he laughs at how genuine you could only makes you feel successful. as long as the two of you can find happiness like this, this time apart will all be worth it.

[zoropookie]

WHAT YOU WON'T DO FOR LOVE (WYWDFL) — THREE

YOU couldn't be having a worse halloween night. choose your fate with your fellow readers and see if it gets better!

chapter two — chapter four

soulmate!wanderer x gn!reader

I need to run, like yesterday.

That was the only thought that multiplied in your mind, similar to a bird attempting to flock to their kin yet again. Your thought immediately shredded into tiny ribboned fabric and sawdust, scrambled and incoherent to you, no matter how much you attempted to find it.

Those footsteps were coming for you, no matter how close, no matter how far. Over something you thought you'd only see on TV, at that. Didn't even think murder was real until now. Your heart remained in your throat...until your fight or flight propelled you.

Your chest ached in uncertainty, not being able to breath as deeply as you needed to, too afraid of being caught, but not afraid enough to spot your next opening. Or to be more accurate, the opening in the bushes and greenery that lead back to your (probably compromised) apartment.

Who the fuck's idea was this to even "check out what was going on"? Oh...wait.

You propelled yourself off the wall to give yourself a boost in your sprint towards the bushes. Adrenaline took your body and shot within your veins like a bullet, legs stretching distances you didn't even think you could do before. The air of the night was thick to you, every sound was amplified in your ears— the rustle of leaves, the distant hum of the nearby city, and the brutal pounding of your own heartbeat urging you to just run.

Branches and thorns scraped against your skin as you dove into the nature, dense foliage closing around your costume like protective cocoon and also shredding some of the fabric that you wore. Making a swift turn, you ducked your whole body beneath the low rising canopy of the trees, loose material making small rips with each movement as some of the branches even scraped your face.. You couldn't mind it; you didn't dare stop.

Making a swift turn, you ducked your whole body beneath the low rising canopy of the trees.

Finally breaking out of the trees, the glare of the saturated orange street light broke your vision and you managed to find yourself staggering after the panic. You sucked in deep and uneven breaths, each one feeling like fire in your lungs. You wheezed, the pavement under your feet was a stark contrast to the pinching and piercing of the environment.

You held onto the light pole of the lamp post for dear life, trying to keep yourself on your feet. "Oooh," You groaned, wincing. "Shit..." You hissed in pain.

Glancing back, your heart moved with an uneven rhythm, urging you to keep moving. The quietness stretched far, which make you uneasy. It was dead quiet in the little suburban street stretching ahead, eerily still, the only sound was your manual breathing as you turned your head to look back.

Maybe he didn't see you after all?

You took this opportunity to remove all of the accessories that weren't completely ripped off your body, groaning at the dull ache that already surrounded your ankles from the stupid plastic/foam leggings you decided to wear with the costume as a joke. Wasn't very funny anymore, was it? The edges completely stabbed into your ankles when you were running, causing an open wound you had no choice but to limp on.

Starting your travels back home again, you walked, or rather limped across the parking lot of this permanently closed restaurant you used to go to all the time with Yoimiya. The breeze picked up rapidly, an icy whisper dragging against your bare skin in its undertones and leaving you chills on your body.

Sure enough, there that guy was. Stood directly under the street light, his cap still pulled down to hide his eyes and the cast of the light of an ominous shadow around him. He stood dead still. Watching you.

You were mortified, looking in disbelief as you stiffened. You didn't even know what to say, or respond with, other than scrambling back and hoping he got the hint that you didn't want issues.

He took long strikes, making your efforts useless. He gave a small and halfhearted laugh at your rigidness. "Relax," His voice smooth and light, void of burden as though he didn't just murk a guy X Games mode and you didn't just watch him. "I won't hurt you."

"You won't?" You said skeptically, a lot louder, and a lot more dull than anticipated. "Uh...could have had me fooled, mister...killer, psycho killer sir. Hey, we can always call truce, ya know? I know a few criminals myself, and uh...know what, let's just grab a bite to eat or something! My tr..eat!"

As he was still approaching you, and you were spluttering every single thought you had in mind to keep you at bay while treading back in a struggle, the breath that you just caught was knocked out of you like the wind. You stumbled back, falling straight on your ass just as he stalked towards you.

"Hm." He was practically stood over her, smiling at the sheer terror on your face. "You're so tense...so weak. I could snap your neck if I really wanted to."

"You...you definitely could, yeah!" You laughed nervously, a frown immediately lodging itself back onto your face after a moment. "Are you..?"

This close, you could see the drips and smears of blood that laced his hands and the side of his face. It made your stomach churn...and then you saw a mark on that same crimson hand.

A familiar mark? You would have elaborated further on that thought if the man didn't continue, "No." His lip twisted a little more. "I just thought of something a lot more fun."

"Like...bouncy-house fun, right?" You stammered. "Like...clown at a birthday party fun? Not my kind of fun, but still...pretty fun!"

"Sure." His voice remained silky, but a lot more sultry than you expected. It was like everything he did was something that he actually really got off to! "Eager to find out already?"

Oh my fucking god, you're in the presence of a necrophiliac, aren't you.

[fatal-blow]

so like many things most tips in the realm of native gardening and supporting the local environment are made by people who have all the energy and a weirdly vested interest in only doing it their own way and not giving way to people who have none of the energy so

hacks for the low energy native gardener (part 1?)

before you go out and buy any tools, plugs, seeds, whatever the hell, KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO WORK WITH. whether youre renting a tiny apartment or have a large grassy plot, take a couple days to pay attention to the plants and animals that already live nearby. these are your neighbours, and they will be the ones benefiting from whatever you decide to get up to.

your goal is to get a vague idea of the BIODIVERSITY in your immediate location.

the garden of the home i live in was already host to a lot of different species, already boasting a higher diversity than the rest of the neighbourhood, but many people live in places where the diversity has been depleted. take note of how many different species of Tree/Shrub, Flower, Bird, and Animal you see. if youre only getting 2-3 in each category, this is lower diversity. if youre more in the range of 6+, this is higher diversity.

higher diversity is a healthier environment, yes even if the diversity is almost entirely invasive species. if you live somewhere on the higher end of diversity, you will be better off spending your time reading about the guys you already have. use inaturalist to ID, and take a read through the wikipedia page for these species.

in a higher diversity area, your goal should be to fill in the gaps. some examples include: drinkable water, nesting sites, shelter, and seasonality (eg you have plants that bloom in fall, but nothing that blooms in spring)

in low diversity spaces, your goals can be more open ended. a low diversity space will be starving for variety, and just about anything you do short of destroying more will help support the area. activities can range from letting some of your lawn grow out to buying a potted flowering plant and leaving it outside.

do not fret if your efforts attract INVASIVE SPECIES. in low diversity areas, these are often the only species available TO attract. in higher diversity areas, invasive species can potentially coexist with natives. its often a matter of resource availibility: if theres enough to go around, competition between the two can be eased. as a layman with no energy, do not concern yourself with invasives.

i could make this entire post about how i believe invasive species are lower on the priority list but i wont. this time.

a BIRD FEEDER is one of the simplest ways to boost your local environment. buy a metal tube feeder with an anti-squirrel cage around it, fill it with black oil sunflower seeds. NO PLASTIC. this is the one i have and its perfect.

you do not need to clean it every time you fill it, only if it gets nasty or if you notice sick birds using it.

if possible, put it near a shrub or some other spot where birds can quickly find cover if necessary.

do not fret if it gets mobbed by invasives. the sounds of happy birds, ANY happy birds, will signal to other species that this area is safe and has food.

if you live somewhere that gets cold, a suet feeder is a great investment as well.

If you have a LAWN and want to rewild it, you do not need to rip up the sod to start a garden. dig a hole straight through it and plant your guy. ripping up the sod is time and energy consuming, and only really useful if you plan to convert the entire area immediately.

If you miraculously do end up ripping up sod, just flip it upside down. thats free mulch baby.

letting a lawn grow out can yield many surprises. the vast majority of lawns arent actually monocultures, just a collection of guys who grow low and can handle getting mowed. a prime example of this in eastern N.america is evening primrose! its a native biannual, growing as a low rosette in the first year and shooting up a stalk of flowers in the second.

when you first let the grass grow out, it probably wont have much going on, but the height and lack of mowing will provide a new microenvironment for different types of plants to grow in the shade, and the next year you will already have new guys popping up.

dont buy SEEDS, if you can help it. seed mixes are dubiously sourced, and theres no guarantee they will germinate or give you plants that you actually want. never buy online. try to get one target species instead of a mix. collect your own if possible, and always leave behind plenty for others.

if you want to use seeds, you will have more success taking a muffin container, poking holes in the bottom, and making little soil patties to grow them in. in cold areas, leave the container outside over winter, as native seeds typically require it, and in spring youll have these nice little pucks of seedlings that can be transferred to larger pots, and then into the ground once theyre 15-20cm tall.

your money is best spent on buying a mature or already growing plant from the nursery. dont plant it right away, but leave it in the pot in the spot you want to plant it. if it dries out or wilts, too much sun. if it gets pale and the soil remains waterlogged, too much shade. use that to determine its final resting place. when in doubt, opt for a bit shadier--especially if its shady during the midday heat.

pesticides and herbicides are not necessary. raking leaves is not necessary. trimming dead stems and foliage in winter is not necessary.

and possibly most important: always add more than you intend to take away. do not destroy until you have a replacement ready.

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 1

(Sequel to both His Pet and My Fallen Apple)

(Warnings: later chapters will contain torture of beloved characters, and major character death. Be prepared for pain before you go into this one.) (Also a little one-sided radio static because i crave angst right now apparently.)

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Everything was on fire, more than usual, considering it was hell. But, Alastor was having fun! And that's what's important. As it turns out, angel blood gives demons a temporary power boost!

After his rampage of blood and destruction ended, including more souls being ripped apart for his broadcasts. Charlie tried to have a talk with him.

 

“Heyyy, Alastor… While you're doing a great job protecting the hotel, and I really appreciate your efforts, I was wondering if you could… be less… murdery with it? Please?” He smiled fondly at her nervous request, ah how adorable she was.

“Hm, no.”

She groaned in frustration, “Zariah, can you please talk to your boyfriend-”

 

Zariah failed to hear another word out of Charlie's mouth. Her eyes dilated as she spotted someone she never thought she'd see again and ran full sprint to them, snatching the unsuspecting angel in a hug!

“Becca!! Becca Becca Becca! I've missed you!” She was purring so loud everyone in the room could hear. The light green haired angel responded, 

“Zariah! You've been here this whole time and didn't call me?! I've missed you too!!” She hugged Zariah back tightly. 

“Sorry, my phone broke when I fell into hell… and you know I'm bad at remembering numbers… and then I forgot to say anything to Lucifer the one time I met him because like, well, you know…” Zariah didn't want to talk about that with Alastor in the room, he'd get dangerously jealous.

In fact, you could already hear his radio static going off, indicating his frustration. 

 

“Ah, an old friend of yours darling? You must introduce me.” His smile was strained and while his tone was pleasant, Zariah knew him well enough by now to know he was a bit pissy to have the center of attention stolen away.

“Alastor, this is Becca, my bestie beyond life and death! We used to call each other soulmates when we were alive. I still think we are, honestly! Becca, this is Alastor, the radio demon! Remember when I texted you about my research?! I found him!” She made her excitement obvious, and she could hear his teeth grind for a second. Did this angel know his human life as well?!  

 

Becca looked the demon up and down with disapproval, “I heard you sold your soul to him.” She then grabbed Zariah by the shoulders and shook her about! Zariah went lax into the motion, making it look more vigorous and aggressive than it actually was.  “Make! Better! Decisions!” Zariah laughed along at the shaking, making her seem even more mad to everyone. 

Alastor found it quite charming, but also felt a tinge of rage at this woman for laying hands on his pet. He only held back doing anything because it seemed she genuinely was enjoying the attention.

 

“Beccaaaa!” Zariah finally stopped her when she'd had enough. “I may not be smart, but I'm not dumb! I know how to word a deal to not get burned. Al won't hurt me, anymore than Lucifer would hurt you.”

 

After hearing this, Alastor couldn't resist chiming back in. If she was really something special to Lucifer, it would benefit him to win her over. If only to torment the king of hell.

“Miss Becca, I believe we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I only kill sinners. Even in life, that was true. So please, do calm down. I would never harm my darling. She is more precious to me than you realize.” His words sounded so genuine.

 

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Fine, but I don't trust you. If you hurt her, I'm coming for your head!” Her gaze held a fire that made him feel Inspired! He laughed maniacally and his grin grew more lively!

“Agreed, if I fail my dearest, you have every right to seek restitution on her behalf.”

 

“Oookay, well this was exciting!” Charlie jumped in, “But now let's focus back in on some positives!” She wanted to stop any potential fights before they broke out.

 

“Right, Zariah, I actually wanted to ask you something really important. Remember how you promised to be my maid of honor if I ever got married?” Becca then held up her left hand, a bright red engagement ring on her finger.

Zariah squealed and hugged her tight, “Yes! He proposed?! I'm so happy for you!!”

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After catching up for a bit, Zariah had Alastor follow to her room, she still had that second present to give him.

 

He sat on the edge of her bed, and got nervous when she was looking underneath it for his present. “Ah, isn't that where you said you keep your… lewd materials?”

“What better place to hide a present than a place I know you'd loathe to look.” She laughed, and he couldn't help chuckling with her.

 “Very true… my clever little fox.” 

She came back up holding a wrapped box the size of a shoe box. 

 

“This present… I had to sneak into heaven to get it for you. I did that as soon as my wings had grown back.” She looked a little nervous as she said this, and his eye twitched in irritation, just as she'd worried it would. “I know, you didn't want me to leave the hotel without you, but… when you see what it is, you'll understand.”

 

He held out his hands for the box. “My pet, do I need to remind you who is supposed to be in charge here? Our deal plainly states I am to be your caretaker. I feel I may need to punish you if you keep acting so recklessly.” He was extremely annoyed as he opened the box. Inside was a book, a letter, and a cellphone. But not a voxtech one. It didn't look like any of the models in hell.

He set the box on the bed and started with the letter. He opened it, and his hands immediately began to tremble as he recognized the handwriting. It was from his mother!

 

“Dear Alastor, I heard about where you ended up. And while it hurts to hear, I gotta admit I'm also relieved. I finally understand why you haven't visited or called all these years. I still love you, you're still my sunshine on a rainy day. I gave your little girlfriend a copy of my recipes. Just like I planned to if you ever got married one day. She's such a sweetheart, and I know you'll take good care of her. Now you call me up on that heaven phone sometimes and let's chat once and awhile. Don't break your old lady's heart! With love, Mama”

 

Tears fell onto the page. She… she still… he could call her! He looked at the phone in the box, it was from heaven then! And the book! He set down the letter and took up the book, opening it to find more of her handwriting. These were all her recipes with notes and stories about him added in. He looked up at Zariah through blurry tear filled eyes, she was a true angel. His personal angel. What did he do to deserve her?

“Al, do you want some time alone to talk to your mom?” Her voice was soft and caring, but not pitiful. He sighed and dried his eyes.

“I've never used a cell phone before. How do I…” He picked up the device and looked it over. She smiled and showed him which buttons turned it on and showed that his mother's number was already saved and labeled as “Mama”. 

He then went to his room to have a very… difficult chat…

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not sure if you can help but...

I used to write fanfic a lot (not just Johnlock, but other fandoms too) and I got a particularly nasty comment on a fic months back (almost a year ago now I think) that made me delete my entire AO3 and never write anything ever again.

But I miss it so much. And every time I go to write something, the magic is just gone and I get nowhere. It's like any joy I had in writing was just sucked out by one single comment. How do I fix this?

Hey Nonny *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

I'm so sorry that the "magic" feels gone, and I am so sorry that you had such a terrible experience because of one entitled asshole.

Unfortunately, I am not a professional in this regard, so please take what I say as just a grain of salt and as someone who adores and supports all creatives in this fandom... I've gotten lots of nasty comments over the years, and honestly... I take more joy that I continue on doing what I'm doing and that they're SO bloody bothered by me that I just ignored them... because really that's all you can do online. And sites like AO3 now give you the option to have your fics only be commented on by registered users only, so if you get that hate comment, just report it, block the user, and laugh at them.

I know that it's easier said than done, but to me it seems like you want to do start writing again. I've found that I just stopped caring about who my content is for, because at the end of the day, I'm doing my content for me, and it has the side effect of other people enjoying it too. I've lived long enough to just... not give a shit anymore about asshats online, because honestly they're just sad, bored people who get a sick thrill from riling people up.

BUT AGAIN, Nonny, this might be deeper than "just writing and forgetting about it" because that one comment WAS traumatic for YOU and that's VALID. I think talking to other authors might be beneficial to you to help you overcome that hurdle. FOR ME, I've found just... doing my projects with me as the primary audience does wonders. I love going back to my SUPER old stories and rereading them, because I take a lot of joy in remembering that these worlds were created by me FOR me. And looking at my old art and seeing how much I've improved often is motivation enough for me to carry on.

Actually, thinking back to my college days (OOOOOOF I'm old), we specifically had classes where the profs would rip apart our projects during critique sessions, on purpose, because in the real world, unfortunately, it is stuff you have to deal with in real life and they didn't want us to have our first experience be on-the-job. So I MIGHT be a bit more indifferent to "critiques" than most people, I'm now realizing, so AGAIN, please take what I say with a grain of salt.

That all said, you know what, Lovely? You have a lot more fans than you know, I'm sure, and they'd be thrilled to have you back <3 I REALLY REALLY wish I was better at articulating just how much I really want to see you happy, and how much of the best I hope for you. I know that my words aren't going to make everything better, but I hope they helped a bit.

If there's anyone who struggled to get over that hurdle themselves, please don't hesitate to reply or send me an anonymous message and I'll paste it here so Nonny knows that they're not alone.

And if you do, Nonny, decide to return and post up your stories, I am ALWAYS here to promote them and boost them for you <3

Please take care Nonny, and I hope you continue to write again <3 But KNOW that if you inevitably DON'T, THAT IS OKAY TOO. <3

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hey guys, um I know I got a fic going on but I've been playing a lot of zombie apocalypse games as of late. Should I make a fun hazbin fic AU about it? Like here me out.

Charlie: She'd wield like a sniper rifle or hunting rifle she'd got from her dad. And be the driver/leader of the group with her yelling "Sorry!" To each zombie she runs over cause I can totally see it.

Vaggie: I'm thinking gunslinger like using desert eagles and being a pretty damn good shot, with also a shotgun for fun.

Angel: Classic, tommy, and uzi guns for my guy. He'd be the morale boost since he seems to me like the kinda guy who'd come up with fun and sexy games.

Husk: This guy would be apart of the bar area but also the team medic, he'd wield his cards but also keep an assault rifle under his bar.

Alastor: The guy you'd hear on the radio because there is always one. He'd be the scout and recon since his broadcast can reach far. He'd wield a sword cane, plus his own hunting rifle.

Sir Pentious: The workshop and ammunition maker of the group, he'd build the gang bombs and special tools to deal with zombies, plus I see him with a big fuck you mini gun.

Cherri: Rocket launcher nuff said, nah I'm kidding as she'd also have grenades plus a grenade launcher. Plus she'd be the second driver since her massive truck would rip apart zombies if the group needed a supply run.

Niffty: Our cook of the group, she'd have a dagger and also be useful in recon too due to her size and stealth. As for a gun, would you really give this girl one? But if needed, I'd say she's got a sub machine gun.

[pascalispretty]

Definitely Not Jealousy

Nick Amaro x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2004

Warnings: Friends with benefits, insecurity, lingerie, sex toys (nipple clamps), nipple play, light D/s vibes.

Summary: It's definitely not jealousy that leads you to surprise Nick with a new toy. Can be read as part of the Mutually Beneficial universe.

A/N: Happy Kinktober everybody! This is my entry for Day One: Sex Toys (using @absurdthirst's prompt list). As always my thanks to @misscharlielulu for her support. (ao3).

It wasn’t as though you were jealous. Nick isn’t your boyfriend; you don’t really have a right to be jealous. Still, it had stung when he had called to let you know he’d be coming over later than expected that evening because he’d had to drive out of state to interview someone with Rollins. 

Nick isn’t your boyfriend. But the idea of the two of them, alone in the car, rattles you more than you’d like. It’s not jealousy that has you making a trip to a lingerie store after work. Jealousy isn’t what motivates you to buy new lingerie and a new toy. You’re not jealous. 

You text Nick on your way home from work, informing him that you have a surprise for him. He texts back within moments; he can’t wait to see you. Even so, there’s that insistent tug at the back of your mind that he could cancel, abandon your plans in favour of Rollins. But his messages stay the same; he’s dying to see you, can’t wait for what has become your usual post-sex meal of takeout and wine in your bed.

By the time the buzzer rings, you’re more than ready. You’re wearing your new emerald green lingerie; the wine is chilling in the refrigerator, and you’ve triple-checked that your roommate will be staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight. You buzz Nick into the building, and even though you know he’s coming, you still jump at the loud knock on your door moments later. 

“God, you have such a cop knock,” you tease as you open the door. Nick smirks, making no attempt to hide the way his eyes run over you. You only have a robe on over your lingerie, a black silk affair that makes you feel like a rich widow in an old movie.

It’s hard to feel insecure when he’s staring at you like that, the heat of his gaze sparking that familiar warmth in your body. Before Nick can say anything, you grab his tie and tug him into your apartment. 

Taking your cue, he kicks the door closed behind him as he leans down to kiss you. One of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you close against him as you melt into him. Without even pausing for breath, he begins to walk you backwards towards your bedroom, so familiar with your apartment now that he doesn’t even need to look where he’s going.

At your bedroom door he pauses, his hands finding the knot of your robe and pulling it open. You let it fall to the floor with a soft thump¸ Nick’s eyes dragging over your body.

“Is this new?” He asks, his hands finding their way to your waist. You’re wearing something between a longline bra and a corset and the matching panties, hoping that it would boost your confidence.

“Maybe,” you admit, a sly smile on your face. “I felt like treating myself.” Nick lets you shrug his jacket off and throw it in the direction of the chair, followed swiftly by his tie.

“You look incredible. I’m feeling underdressed,” he teases, his thumbs tracing light circles on your ribcage.

“Actually, you’re overdressed,” you tell him, doing your best to resist the urge to rip his shirt open and send buttons skittering over your floor. He gives you one of those charming smiles, rolling his eyes affectionately as he takes over undressing himself.

“Do you want a drink?” You ask as he shrugs his shirt off, making to walk past him towards the kitchen. He stops you, one of his hands darting out to catch your arm.

“After.” Nick uses his grip on you to pull you back in for another kiss, messier than the first, only pausing to pull his undershirt over his head. Between the two of you, you strip him down to his boxer-briefs, but you stop him before he can tip you back onto the bed.

“I, um. I have a surprise for you,” you admit, looking at him from under your eyelashes. Now that the moment is here, your anxiety catches up to you again. Nick might think it’s ridiculous. It might scream that you’re trying too hard to keep his attention. You can feel your cheeks growing warmer, and then hotter still as Nick cups your face in his hands.

“You greeting me at the door looking like a Victoria’s Secret model isn’t surprise enough?” He asks, one of his thumbs resting on your lower lip. You shake your head.

“Go and lie down for me?” You ask, your heart pounding. With a degree of reluctance, Nick lets you go, moving over to your bed as you’d asked. You watch him make himself comfortable out of the corner of your eye as you move towards your bedside table. You swear you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as you tug the drawer open and find your new purchase.

You loop the chain over your fingertip and swallow thickly, before straightening up and closing the drawer. Nick watches you curiously as you turn back to him, and raises an eyebrow when he spots what you’re holding.

“Now what might those be for, Kid?” He asks teasingly, reaching out towards you. His hands find your waist again, pulling you onto his lap. You suck in a breath as you settle directly over his hardening cock, resisting the urge to grind down on him.

“You’re telling me you’ve never seen a pair of nipple clamps before?” You tease back, leaving the chain looped around your finger as you lean down to kiss him again. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you in closer as he dips his tongue into your mouth.

“Mmm, you might have to help me out of this corset though,” you sigh against his lips, and he groans lightly.

“Shame. I like it.” Nick pulls away a little to admire it once again, one of his hands moving to trace the lace of the cups.

“You’ll see me in it again,” you promise, your hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Oh, in that case-” Nick kisses you again, his free hand sliding into your hair before tugging on it, encouraging you to arch your back for him. The new angle grants him access to your throat, and a soft moan escapes you as he trails kisses down your neck.

You whine when he lets go of your hair in order to unclasp the back of your bra, only for Nick to drag his teeth against the delicate skin of your throat in response. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders, trying to find purchase against his solid frame. He nips lightly at your neck as the clasps finally come free.

“Kid?” He asks softly, lips brushing against your throat as he slides the straps down your shoulders. “Have you done this before?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, sliding your fingers into his thick hair. He shifts, looking up at you softly with those beautiful dark eyes.

“I’ve never used them before. How do I-?” Nick asks as he gives you that soft smile again, the one that makes you utterly weak, before moving back to your neck. His breath is hot against your skin his nose bumping the hinge of your jaw as he presses another soft kiss over your pulse point. You wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is racing.

“You’ll need to tell me, baby,” he whispers, and your eyes nearly roll back in your skull at the feeling. “I need to know. Why do you like it? How do you like it? Tell me, baby, you know I only want to please you…” As if realising that you’re having a hard time forming sentences while he nuzzles against your neck, he leans back a little, watching you closely.

“I- I like it because it feels good. Like a pinch, but more intense? It’s kinda like spanking like that; much more pleasure than pain. And I’ve been told I don’t look half bad in them either,” you manage. You know he’ll settle for nothing less than the truth when there’s even the slightest chance that he could cause you real pain. Nick nods, his thumb brushing ever so lightly over one of your nipples.

“It doesn’t hurt at all?”

“No. Here, gimme your hand,” you take his free hand in yours and attach one of the clamps to the very tip of his little finger. “See? Just a pinch.” Nick looks at the clamp on his finger for a moment, before surging back up to kiss you. The hand on your breast moves up, catching a fistful of your hair and pulling again until your back is arched.

“Stay like that,” Nick tells you, and you obey him without question. With your back arched like this, your breasts are practically on display for him. He ducks his head to one of your nipples, licking it messily with the flat of his tongue before catching it ever so carefully between his teeth. You moan at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as your nipple hardens in the wet heat of Nick’s mouth.

You want to whine in protest when he stops, only for his thumb to lightly circle the stiffened flesh as he considers the clamps. He’s so careful as he attaches the first clamp; when you open your eyes, you find him studying your face closely for any sign of pain. Finding none, he moves onto your other nipple, repeating the process of teasing your nipple into a stiff peak before carefully attaching the other clamp.

You can barely breathe once they’re both in place. It’s been so long since you last did anything like this that you’ve forgotten just how intense it can be. Nick carefully shifts you, moving the two of you until you’re lying on your back before him, spread out for him to look at.

For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything. He’s silent, just staring at you and the chain draped across your chest. The silence drags on for so long that you come around to feeling self-conscious again. Biting your lower lip, you open your eyes again to scrutinise his face for any sign, your vision hazy with arousal.

“Is it too much?” You ask. Your voice seems to shake Nick out of his reverie, and you see his throat bob as he swallows.

“No. It’s not too much.” His hands slide down the outsides of your thighs, up towards your hips. “It’s just- You look so incredible, Kid; you’re gorgeous. I swear I felt your breathing change when they went on.” Nick’s not even really touching you, his thumbs idly sweeping over your hips, but you want him so badly it makes you feel dizzy.

“The chain is there for a reason, you know,” you tell him breathily, squirming underneath him. “Gives you something to tug on; lets you have more control.” You’ve been with Nick long enough now to understand his deep-seated need for control; you’re more than happy to cede that to him.

Slowly, one of his hands moves from your hips up to your chest, his fingertips coming to rest gently on the chain. You can barely breathe as he hooks his index finger around it and gives it the barest pull.

It’s enough to make you moan, a white hot heat ripping through your body at the feeling. Nick’s eyes are on you the whole time, watching you closely. Satisfied that you’re not in any pain, he smirks at you.

“Put your hands on the headboard, baby, and keep them there ‘til I say you can move them.” Nick keeps running his finger lightly over the chain, tracing the line it cuts across your sternum.

“Yes, sir,” you say teasingly as you obey, knowing that another tug will come before you’ve even finished speaking.

Somewhere amid the haze of pleasure, it occurs to you that you might have created a monster.

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[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (5)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.7K

5. Anti-Hero

Alastor plops down at the bar and rubs his forehead “Give me a glass of Cyanide Husker,”

Husk looks around in slight panic “Uh sorry Boss but there’s no more,”

Alastor turns menacingly toward the cat “What do you mean?”

“We’re all out,”

“How is that possible?”

“Someone else drank it, Boss,”

“Who exactly?”

Husk doesn’t want to give her up, but he knows what happens if he gets Alastor mad “Voe,”

Alastor squeezes and breaks the glass that he’s holding, letting the shards pierce his skin and his blood leak onto the counter. This doe would be the death of him. Well, the second death of him.

“Is there something you wanna talk about Boss?” Husk questioned as he cleaned up the blood pool

Alastor ignored the blood continuing to drip from his hand and stood up, fixing his coat. “Not at all Husker, not at all,” he simply walks away letting the blood drip all over the floor

Alastor wasn’t sure how to feel at this moment. The only emotion that he could recognize was anger, but there was something in there that he had never felt before, and it was something hard to describe. She had always been able to get him to feel new things, something like anger, but feeling like he may yearn for her presence sometime down the line. He dreaded the thought and the feeling while cursing her for making him feel things he wasn’t aware that he could. And damn it, she drank his drink!

Voe met the cannibals at the theater bright and early. In fact, she had gotten there before them because she was so excited to start working. With Charlie and Lucifer’s donations, she had been able to buy a suitable abandoned building that wasn’t in awful shape. Of course, it could still use some love, but that’s what she was here for!

“So what’s the job boss lady?” Rosie asked her once she let them in

Voe clutches her clipboard against her chest “Today we’re just going through the building and seeing what needs to be fixed. That way I can know all the issues beforehand and order supplies and such all at the same time. Okay? Okay!”

She had known that this would be a lot of work, but she wasn’t prepared for how much walking she had to do. In hindsight, she probably shouldn’t have worn Mary Jane heels, but she’d needed the confidence boost. Apparently, the original carpets were ripped and stained in about 10 different places, the seats were red and busted apart, backstage was dusty and the pulley system was jammed, the bathrooms were disgusting, with broken toilet seats and hair-jammed sinks. And saving the best for last there was no stage. Where the stage was supposed to be was a giant hole. 

Voe writes this all down on her clipboard, scrunching her brow in focus and concentration when Rosie approaches her. 

“Wow Miss Boss lady, I’ve never seen you like this before,”

She looks up slightly startled “Oh, well yeah I’ve never been this busy,”

“So when you’ve got something to do, you spend less time doing wrong?”

Voe blushes slightly “Yeah, I guess so. Something about knowing where this is going, what it will be, and what it will do, just fills me with a sense of purpose. It means so much to me,”

Rosie smiles “Enough purpose to stay out of trouble?”

Voe nods “Yeah, just enough,”

“Good! We don’t need you doing any more’Spy work’ for anybody else,”

Voe blushes again “I’m past that. I…think I’m becoming someone else,”

“Glad to hear it! I also hear that you’re interested in becoming an Overlord?”

“How did you hear that?”

Rosie shrugs “People talk. Now for some advice, in my particular situation, you have to be trustworthy. You have to get sinners to trust you and you have to take their trust and cradle it like it’s a baby. So that might be a bit of a long road for you unless you want to be a different type of Overlord,”

Voe shakes her head “No, I want to be trustworthy,”

Rosie nods in approval “Good. Then it’s going to take a lot of back-breaking work on your part, but,” She leans down “I think you can do it,”

“Me too,”

Rosie stands back up straight nodding once more “And that’s where it starts,”

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“Stop guys I don’t do that stuff anymore. I’m on the up and up now,” Voe tells the live as she lines her almond-shaped eyes.

you don’t have to lie girlfriend

buuuulllll shit!

mmhmm 😂

They were once again referring to the shady deeds she had done on behalf of the Vees. Voe wished that people would stop bringing those up, she felt awful every time someone referenced it, especially Alastor. But she also understood that she made her choices and she can’t undo them. That’s all she would be known as, at least until this theater was complete. And you know what? She should feel awful, it was an awful thing to do and her feeling shitty about it was a sign of her growth as a person. But nobody likes to feel shitty.

“Can we please talk about something else? You guys asked me to show you how I do my makeup and now y’all aren’t even paying attention! If you keep this up you won’t get to see how I do my goddess highlight because I will turn the live right off!”

like you did a bit ago?? 😭

ran like a COWARD

“Yup one thing about me is, Imma leave. And that’s on period!” she swipes her hand across her throat

you should talk about the radio demon

yeA!!

TELL US MORE ABOUT ALASTOR

“No, I’m not going to do that. He asked me not to talk about him anymore,”

SINCE WHEN HAS THAT STOPPED YOU BEFORE LMAOOOO

TBH tho 😭😭😭😭😭

“I know, but it’s stopping me now. I will be respecting his wishes,”

boring

booo

be the MESSY BITCH YOU WEERE MEANT TO BE

The viewer count on her live drops dramatically, hitting Voe like s semi-truck, however, she does not react facially, only saying “Welp, guess they don’t want to see the highlight then. Nobody wants to see the way I make myself look ethereal? You guys left know that I’m not a gossip influencer right?”

yeah we know

i’m here for the makeup

do you boo boo

you still wanna be an overlord ?

“Yes I do! Thank you! I question I can answer!”

then don’t let em see you sweat babes!

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Morning breakfast was cooked by Alastor of course, and due to her live, she came down after everyone else had been served. When she approached the kitchen Alastor’s eye began twitching again.

“Hmm,”

“Good morning,” she told him

Alastor emits a low level of static. Good morning? What the fuck was that supposed to mean. She was playing with him, she had to be.

“I can serve myself if you like,” she says

“Of course! Help yourself, just like you did to my drink!”

She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow “Hmm?”

Alastor squints “My drink, dear. Cyanide? Ring any bells?”

Her eyes widen “Oh! Husk gave me that cuz I felt crappy. I didn’t know it was yours until after I finished it. I’m sorry,”

His eye twitches further as he moves out of the way to let her get food. He stares down at her as she does. Did she think they were just going to move past everything she had done? A few polite words and all was bliss. Absolutely not, not if Alastor had any say in it. And he did.

She was the first to raise her hand during Charlie’s activity this morning, which was just to tell everyone what their plans were for the day and how they felt about them

“I’m going to head over to the theater and check everything to make sure I make the proper alterations so it can be to my liking. I am so excited If I’m being honest, I can’t believe this is really happening!” she lets out an excited bleat and flaps her hands

“I’m excited for you. Thank you Voe! That was lovely!”

“Also I’ve already told your dad, but thank you for your donation as well!”

“No problem Voe! I love this new you!”

Voe blushes very cutely “Me too,” and sits down

Did she think this cutesy act would make everyone forget the kind of person she was? She was a ferocious and deadly woman! To bodies…and hearts. Alastor shook his head, slipping out 

“Hmm so ecstatic, you’d think you were headed to the Vees,”

Everyone stares at him and Voe’s blush grows darker and she slumps into her seat

“Alastor…” Charlie says 

Vaggie shakes her head “Unnecessary,”

“What? I just made an observation,”

“We all know about her past actions, but reminding her of them constantly is helpful to exactly no one,” Vaggie “She can’t grow if we don’t let her,”

Voe smiles softly “Thanks Vaggie,”

Vaggie gives her a thumbs-up and a smile. 

“Hey!”

Alastor turns around, seeming curious “Hmm?”

Voe approaches him, a storm in her eyes “Why would you embarrass me like that?” He looks down at her “I don’t know, why would you embarrass me on a much larger scale?”

She turns her head down and closes her eyes “I’m not like that anymore,” she looks back up “Everyone seems to believe in me but you!”

“Because none of them have felt the damage of your deeds firsthand, now have they?”

She puts her hand on her forehead “Ugh I know!”

“But do you know my dear? I’ve felt your damage twice now, all in the name of your own interests,”

“Look, I am sorry, I am so sorry for hurting you. I’ve told you so many times. I don’t know what you want me to do now! You won’t talk to me! What do you want? Alastor leans down and picks up his cane “I want everyone to simply know what you are. You have them fooled, but not me. Remember, I know you. You’re a fiery, uncontrollable, ball of destruction, uncaring of who you hit with your passion,” Voe was unsure if she was being complimented or insulted. “If anything, I’m helping them to not get burned,”

She flattens her brows “Oh how altruistic,”

He places his cane back on the ground, standing straight up “Indeed,”

“Look, Alastor, like I said, I can’t know what you want if you don’t talk to me. Does embarrassing me make you feel better?”

No.

“Indeed it does,”

She sighs “Okay, whatever makes you happy, Alastor,” she says as though she is not mad, but simply disappointed

Well, that hadn’t gone the way he wanted it to, what was wrong with her? Where was the fight he had grown so accustomed to? Did she not care about this at all anymore? When looking up, he noticed another sinner, a siren, staring after Voe. Alastor merely squints his eyes and dissipates in deep-seated fury.

Voe hauled herself back to the theater. She knew that she had just been there with the cannibals, but something called her there. Another thing that she wanted for this place was an office for herself, so she wouldn’t have to stay at the hotel all day. Normally she would have loved to stay at home and work there, but it had gotten difficult to be around Alastor when he insisted on punishing her for something she’d thought he’d already forgiven her for.

She sets up her camera and her laptop and hits record.

“Welcome to my newest project. Theater saves souls and if it doesn’t save yours, then you’re doing it wrong,” 

The comments were not kind. 

that shit DUSTY

dirty af

she finna get tentanus 

But some were actually good ideas.

throw another party in the theater!

yea but clean that shit up first

Parties were kind of her thing. She liked the comment and put her phone away. She sat in a not-broken chair simply going through the list on her clipboard and ordering all the things she had written down the day before. Despite all the dust and dirt everywhere, she felt like she was in the right place. Though she knew that in a few she would start to feel all the bacteria on the ground and in the air. Each order she made felt closer and closer to this dream. She sneezed and dust flew off the seat, yes she was gonna need a shower after this.

___________________________________

“How ya feeling?” Angel asked, slipping into her room

Voe pulls up her pajama pants “Clean after being in the dust-infested theater, why what’s up?”

Angel smiles “That’s not what I was talking about,”

“What were you talking about?”

‘The thing Smiles said?”

Voe seems confused for a moment before she remembers what Angel was talking about “Oh! That! Yeah well,” she shrugs

“How’d’ya feel about it?”

“I feel like if he needs to insult and embarrass me to make himself feel better then he’s pathetic,”

Angel gives her a high-five “That’s what I’m talking about. Forget Alastor, he’s old news,” 

Voe lays back on her bed “I feel like I’m just working, is that bad?”

“No, but maybe you take some time to do non-work stuff?”

She sits back up “Like?”

Angel gives her a big grin

“What?” she scrunches her brows

“Fucking,”

She rolls her eyes and pushes him away “Oh gosh Angel,”

“I’m serious, when’s the last time you’ve had a good fucking?”

She stops and thinks “With the Vees,”

Angel is perplexed “Really? Shit! Is it cobwebs down there?”

Voe blushes “What? No!”

“Well, it will be if you don’t use it. Damn Alastor was careless,”

“That’s not fair. He doesn’t have a strong libido,”

“But he knows that you do, he don’t gotta dick you down to get you off,”

Voe squints in thought, Angel did have a point.

“Don’t make excuses for him! You deserve better,”

She stands up “Yeah, I do!”

“So go get it!

Voe glances over her shoulder at Angel with seductive eyes “I will,”

“I did a 360, now I’m back on my bullshit!” She said to her live She modeled her pink low cut back out mini dress and her hot pink pumps. “I’m going on a date, and I’m going to get fucked”

you mean fucked up??

“Nope!” she grins at the camera cackling. 

And she did, day after day, she was at the theater, and night after night she was in a mini dress and heels that ended up on the floor of someone’s apartment. Every morning when she did her yoga, she made sure that her split was on point so she could be ready for anything. Keeping herself and her day full worked wonders, but she still preferred spending time at the theater. So after weeks of having a new date every night, she decides to just relax inside her new project, waiting for the materials to arrive. She flexed and pointed her foot inside of her baby pink wedges as she waited. She ate her lunch out in the lobby so she wouldn’t miss the delivery or the cannibals helping them set up. Honestly, just sitting there was enough to entertain her, she thoroughly enjoyed this entire process. There was a knock on the door, which she was expecting, but who was behind it was not.

“Hello,” it was a male siren with grayish-blue skin and frosty white hair. Yellow eyes, and a pointy tail. 

Voe tilts her head “Yes?”

“I’m Casper and I live at the Hotel with you. I’ve been watching you for a bit,”

She squints “What an odd thing to say,”

He scratches the back of his neck “Yeah sorry, but I just wanted to offer my services working on the theater. I could be like your assistant or something if you’d like,” 

“Why?” she raises a brow

“I really love theater, even when I was alive,” he gives a shy grin

“And what do you want in return?” She crosses her arms

He looks around “Honestly?” she nods “I just want to be around you. I’m kind of a super fan. I just want to breathe your air,” he chuckles nervously

She squints skeptically, saying nothing before he speaks again.

“I’ll even give you my soul,”

Voe’s eyes widen in disbelief “Really? Just like that?”

He nods “Yes,”

She stares up at him through her lashes “Okay then Casper, give me your soul,”

[themadlostgirl]

B&B: Please. I Love Her.

*And another old request done! Woo!*

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Prompt: Storybrooke AU. Reader gets badly hurt and Felix tells them how much he loves them.

~~~

“Felix!” you charged into the apartment practically frothing at the mouth. “Get the weapons! We’re gonna go fight some pirates!”

“Wait, what? Pirates?” Felix’s head perked up, “I thought were weren’t allowed to try and kill Hook.”

“No. Not Hook. Different pirate. Someone named Bluebeard and his crew. They’re pillaging the town and we have special permission to use lethal force! Come on! We haven’t had the chance to fight in forever!”

“I’m coming.” He grabbed his club and tossed you your sword. “Let’s go!”

You ran down to the center of town where everyone was facing off with the pirates. Hook was fighting the captain Bluebeard while everyone else took on the rest of the crew. Snow and David saw you coming and sighed a little at the manic joy on you and Felix’s faces.

“Die pirates!” you caught one of the lackeys by surprise and stabbed them through the back, the tip of your sword protruding out their front.

“Oh joy, I was wondering when the jungle rats would make an appearance.” Hook sniped as he dodged another blow from Bluebeard.

“Like you’re not pleased to see us.” you said as you moved onto a new target. “After all, Felix and I have special experience fighting pirates, as you recall.”

“Oh I recall.” Hook snapped, “Now how about you put it to good use?”

“We are!” Felix bashed one of the pirates over the head with his club. “How about you focus on your own fight or do you need one of us to pick up the slack?”

“This really isn’t the best time to be talking!” Emma shouted at you guys.

“Are you kidding?” you slashed the throat of another pirate that tried to attack Regina from behind. “Felix and I would still be carrying on full blown conversations while fighting Hook’s crew back in the day and we never got hurt.”

“Behind you!” Felix shouted and smashed the kneecap of a pirate that tried running up behind you. “We’re rusty. Don’t get cocky.”

“Ugh, fine.” you pouted and went back to work.

Despite all the manpower you had Bluebeard’s crew was monstrous in size. Every time you slayed one pirate there was another waiting. The battle finally started to turn when Hook finally dealt a killing blow to Bluebeard. The remaining pirates, with their captain dead and their numbers dwindling, surrendered or ran.

You breathed out in relief as you ripped your sword back out of one of the pirates you had slain. “Well, that was fun.” you turned to Felix. “I’ve missed this.”

“I have--watch out!” Felix shouted. You turned with your sword raised, ready to defend yourself but it was too late. An injured pirate that you had thought you killed was back on their feet and had shoved a dagger through your stomach as you turned.

The air left your lungs and you froze. The pirate was blown back by a wave of magic but the damage had been done. Reflexively you wanted to pull the blade out but you forced your hands out to your sides. Removing it would only make you bleed faster.

Everything began moving in slow motion. You felt your knees hit the pavement as you collapsed and saw Felix running towards you, his face pale. You glanced back at the dagger sticking out of your body and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

---

Felix was able to catch you before you fell forward and drove the dagger deeper into your body. Carefully he laid you back on the pavement. You were bleeding. You were bleeding so much. Why was there so much blood?

“Darling? Darling, can you hear me?” he cradled your head in his lap. “Come on, you can’t do this! Wake up!”

“Stop, let me through.” Regina shoved through the crowd and knelt down beside you. “Shit.”

“Fix it!” Felix screamed at her. “Fix her!”

“I’m trying damn it! Give me a minute!” Regina snapped back at him. She looked down at your body and sighed. “Healing magic isn’t that easy. Emma, come here, give me a boost.”

Emma came up and placed a hand on Regina’s shoulder, channeling her magic into her. “Okay. Nobody say anything, I need to concentrate.”

Regina grabbed the hilt of the dagger and tore it back out of your body. The blood began to pour out more rapidly and Felix wanted to scream at her for doing it and making you lose more blood but he bit his tongue. She was helping you. She couldn’t heal you with the knife still in.

A glowing light spread from Regina’s hands and seeped into your abdomen. Sweat trickled from her brow with the effort of it. She wasn’t just closing the wound, she was healing the cut veins, the organs, replacing your blood. And it was taking forever.

Felix knew that she said to be quiet but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out as he stared down at your unconscious face. They were quiet and choked.

“Please,” he whispered, “Please don’t leave me like this.”

His hands shook. Whether from rage or sorrow or fear he couldn’t say. “I love you, darling. I love you so much. And I’m sorry I never say it enough. So please, stay. Hang on for me. If you come back to me, I promise, I’ll say it every day. I love you. I love you.”

The adults were quiet. They had known that you and Felix were together, that you had been together for years even back on Neverland. But you two never acted more than good friends in front of them. It was now though that they saw exactly how deeply you cared for each other. At least, they saw how much Felix cared for you.

And they recognized that his world was ending right before his eyes.

He bent low over you, his forehead almost touching yours so no one could see the tears that gathered in his eyes. Felix was not someone who begged. Not someone who prayed. But he would spend his years kneeling at a pew every day if it meant that you would just open your eyes. “Please. This life isn’t worth living if you are not here with me. Please. Please. Please.”

Please don’t take her from me. Please give her back to me. Anyone. Anything that is watching or listening. Please. I love her. I love her. I love her.

He felt a hand brush his cheek and his eyes snapped open. You stared up at him, your gaze not all in focus but a weak smile pulled at your lips. “You mind? You’re crying on me.”

Felix gathered you in his arms, crushing you to his chest. You winced and he let you lay back down but he was still holding you tight to him. Regina stepped back, satisfied with her handiwork. Your stomach was still tender but you were awake. You were alive!

“I love you.” Felix whispered into your neck over and over as you held you in the middle of the road. “I love you, darling. I love you so much.”

“Felix…” you pulled him back enough to look in his eyes. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I thought I lost you.” he let out a shaky breath. “Don’t ever fucking do that to me again!”

“I’ll try my best. I promise.” you hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And I love you too. I love you so very much.”

Felix relaxed in your arms, quietly muttering the same three words over and over as the fear left his body. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

[musclesaber]

Happy Birthday!

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After a month of Connor's constant growth spurts, Dean takes his big man out to find some clothes that might fit his growing body. But finding clothes that fit Connor might be harder than the pair considered.

“Connor! We’ve gotta go if we’re gonna make the dinner reservations later!” I yelled from down the hall.

“Sorry, it’s hard to get dressed now with all this bulk.” Connor was struggling to shove his arm into one his sleeves as he stumbled through the hallway. Ever since his birthday, Connor’s body had been growing like a weed. Every time he went to the gym, he came home looking bigger than when he left. He’d quickly gone from an athletic build to an amatuer bodybuilder in record time. And while his muscles had gotten the biggest boost of his body, he’d been getting taller as well. Everyday that past, I was having to lean down less and less to kiss his lips. And the already massive dick in his pants has been growing an inch a week it feels like.

“I know, big guy. But hopefully after we go clothes shopping, you won’t have clothes that restrict your movement even more than your muscles do.” Connor waddled over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. 

“Yeah, just in time for my muscles to be an inconvenience.” He put his arms around me and we walked out the door of our apartment. Getting down to the car, Connor had trouble getting into any car. Even my own large truck was becoming a problem for him. He had to hoist himself up into my truck only to have it lean over to one side once he was in the passenger seat. 

“One of these days, we’re gonna have to get a trailer to haul you around,” I said as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“I can’t wait. The day I can’t fit into a car, you can just put me in the bed of your truck.” Connor smiled and tried to adjust himself to get into a comfortable position in the passenger seat, but he was far too big. His shoulders pressed into the windows and his right arm stayed in his lap. His left arm was spread out across the dashboard and held my thigh tightly as I started the truck. “Besides, I have the sexiest, sweetest, and most perfect chauffeur that ever existed.” Connor tried to lean over to give me a kiss, but his pecs were getting in the way.

“You’re lucky I love that you’re getting so huge,” I said with a smile and I leaned in to close the distance between our lips. Starting the car, we drove off towards the mall. “But we’ve gotta get you something new to wear. I didn’t think you’d outgrow everything we bought you in just a month.”

“I haven’t grown out of everything. Just…a lot of it.” 

“Yes, and the clothes you’re wearing were the ones I had bought that were oversized. Now they’re one wrong move from you tearing them apart.” Connor smiled at that fact and flexed his arm, but the smile quickly faded when they heard a rip from the sleeves. Looking over at me, I saw a giant tear going up Connor’s arm to his shoulder.

“Oops…” Connor shrugged and gave me a bashful smile. “Good thing we’re going clothes shopping.” I stopped at a red light and admired my big husband for a moment then sighed briefly. While he looked twice the size he was at our wedding, he was still the same sweet, goofy, and kind man I fell in love with. 

“We’ll get the biggest size in the store so maybe you’ll be able to fit into it for more than just a month.”

“With the way I’ve been growing, I doubt it babe. I’m not stopping until I’m the biggest man in the world. And maybe not even then.” Connor flexed his other bicep and the sleeve ripped on that side of the shirt too. 

“And when you are, I’ll buy us a circus tent to clothe you with and we’ll travel around the world showing off the biggest man to ever exist.” I smirked and parked the car in the parking lot of the large mall. “I think most of the department stores won’t carry anything that’ll fit you. At least in their stores. The only place I think we’ll find clothes that you’ll grow into is at the Big and Tall store.” I hopped out of the car and pulled my shirt down over my round midsection.

“Okay, but maybe we can at least look over at the other stores for anything I like? Those Big and Tall stores never have anything that looks super cute on me,” said Connor joining me on the other side of the car.

“Anything you wear I think is super cute on you.” I was struggling to pull my shirt down to cover his small belly, but as he walked over, Connor snuck one of his hands under it and slowly rubbed my bare skin. 

“Same goes for you, babe.” Connor felt the firmness under his hand and chuckled a bit. “Maybe we need to get you some new clothes too, my big boy. You’ve seemed to have made some sympathy gains while I’ve been growing the past month.”

“That’s what happens when I’m cooking an entire family’s worth of food, but it’s all just for my ever growing husband and I. And you know I like to snack while I cook.” I grabbed his shirt and tucked it into my pants. “It doesn’t help that you unload into me a few times a day.” I grabbed Connor’s arm and pulled it away from my tummy and under my arm.

“Sorry babe. My libido has skyrocketed ever since I’ve started growing. But you look sooooooo good with a belly. If we weren’t out in public, I’d lean down and kiss it and rub it all day,” said Connor, still reaching for the belly as we made our way into the mall. 

“I know you would. And there will be plenty of time for that when we get home. For now, let’s get you some new clothes.” We walked through the mall and Connor’s size drew a lot of eyes to us. Men and women alike both gawked at the buff man as he hung off of my arm like eye candy. 

Getting to the Big and Tall store, we were greeted by an even larger man. “Hey there guys. My name is Bill and welcome to my store!” said Bill with a big, toothy smile. Even at Connor’s size, Bill outsized the big man by a substantial marker. He was easily 6’6 and with at least 400 pounds of fat on him all packed into a tight gray shirt. 

“Hi there, Bill, we were looking for some new clothes for my husband here,” I said as Connor put his hand up with a smile. Bill looked down at Connor and smiled. 

“Ah I see. Been hitting the gym lately big fella?” asked Bill, nudging his elbow into Connor’s rib cage.

“Oh yeah. And making more gains than I expected.” Connor hit a double bicep pose and the tears he’d made in his sleeves on the drive to the mall deepened. Bill was taken back momentarily as Connor blushed upon nearly ripping his sleeves off.

“As you can see, it’s a bit of a growing problem. We were hoping to get him some bigger clothes that he’d be able to wear for more than just a couple weeks. I just bought him this round of clothes less than a month ago and here we are, again.” Bill’s eyebrow rose up at that statement as he walked around Connor. 

“You grew out of these clothes in a month? That’s gotta be some sorta record,” said Bill pulling out his tape measure. His eyes darted across Connor’s body. 

“Yeah well I’ve had a bit of a late in life growth spurt according to my doctor. It’s rare, but it’s been known to happen,” said Connor, still blushing. “I’ve also been getting taller too so that’s another factor in all of this.”

“Getting buffer and taller? That is a new one for me I must say. At least for any adult I see coming in here. Normally I get that from mothers who are trying to get some clothes for their sons going through puberty. How much have you been growing exactly?”

“Well on my 40th birthday I was 5’7 and about 125 pounds,” said Connor. Bill looked at him in shock. However, considering Connor was now almost 6 feet tall and probably at least 180 pounds of muscle, the shock was warranted. 

“You grew 4 inches as an adult?!? That’s unheard of!” Bill looked down at Connor who had a huge grin across his face. 

“I know. I love it. And it’s not over at all. We think I’m still growing. So we’re gonna need some of your most stretchy clothes for me to grow into.” Bill was utterly speechless looking at the two of them.

“Huh, okay then. Well first let’s get some measurements done and see what we’re working with.” Bill pulled his measuring tape tight and put it up to Connor’s collar. “Do you have an idea of what size you might be?”

“Well this is an extra large. We did some measuring about a month back, but I know for a fact those are out of date,” said Connor as Bill measured him. 

“26 inch wide, yeah if you’re growing as fast as you say you are, that’s not surprising.” Bill threw the tape measure over Connor’s head and held it tightly against his chest. “Wow, you’ve got a 45 inch chest. Been hitting chest pretty often?” 

“No actually. My chest just really likes to grow.” Bill shot Connor another puzzled look then continued on with his measurements.

“What pants size do you typically wear?” asked Bill as he got down on the ground. 

“These days I’ve been wearing 32’s, but they’re getting tighter and tighter by the day. I’d say I at least need to go up to a 34,” said Connor as Bill wrapped the tape around the seat of his pants. 

“Yeah, with a small waist at 35 inches and a bigger seat at 39 inches, we’ll have to get you something pretty stretchy to fit you in. That or I can also tailor clothes specifically to you, but that’ll just be a bigger fee.”

“Thank you for that offer, but anything we tailor to him, by the time it’s done, he’ll have grown out of it,” I interjected. 

“Fair enough.” Bill took his tape measure and almost brought it up to measure Connor’s inseam, but then looked up and gasped at the big bulge staring back at him. “Eh hum, I think I’ve taken enough measurements. Let me run to the back and find some options that can stretch a bit to accommodate your body.” Bill gulped loudly and stood up. “Please feel free to look around at anything while I do.”

“Thanks Bill, we’ll do that,” I said as the big man walked away as white as a ghost. “I think your growth terrifies him.”

“Yeah, or turns him on,” said Connor as we started going through the extensive collection of clothes in the store. 

“So, what looks good babe?” I asked as I fingered my way through numerous shirts hanging on the wall. 

“I don’t know. I told you before, these stores don’t always have the best selections, looks wise.” Connor perused the shirts and pants that were folded on a table with minimal enthusiasm. 

“Come on babe, we’ve gotta put you in something. You can’t just be a nudist everyday at the office or in court.”

“I beg to differ. I definitely would go into court naked. Probably would win more cases that way too,” said Connor with a cocky grin. 

“Haha,” I laughed back at him in a mocking tone. “Here, I’ve seen you wear shirts like these going into the office.” I fished out a plain white button down shirt with light blue stripes running down its length. “You’re wearing an XL right now so here’s a double XL that should fit you a lot better. Take this to the dressing room and just see if it fits.” I handed Connor the shirt and he scoffed a bit. 

“This feels so basic.” Connor frowned and held the shirt up to his torso. 

“Well biggers can’t be choosers,” I said with a chuckle. 

“Just for that bad joke, I’m not putting this on.” Connor shoved the shirt back into my hands only for him to shove it right back. 

“Come on babe. Just try it on to see how the size fits and if we need to go up another one.” I refused to take the shirt back and pushed it, and Connor, towards the dressing room. 

“Fine.” Begrudgingly, Connor took the shirt and walked into one of the dressing rooms. As he put on the shirt, I browsed the selections a bit more. 

Despite his pouting, Connor was right; there weren’t a whole lot of options that would fit him that looked cute. I made my way over to the workout clothes selections and here at least there was definitely clothes Connor would wear. Grabbing a few workout shirts and some sweats, I walked back over to the dressing room. “How’s it going in there?”

“Not great.” Connor walked out of the dressing room and while the clothes did fit him, he wore them like a second skin. “I think if I breathe in too hard, these buttons are goners.” I looked at Connor’s chest and sure enough with every breath he took, the buttons of the shirt fought to stay in place as his pecs expanded. 

“We’ll go up another size then.” I handed Connor some of the workout clothes I had grabbed and leaned in closer to his ear. “Then again, maybe we buy it just so I can see you outgrow it.” I sensually ran my finger down Connor’s chest. As I did this, Connor sharply inhaled with exhilaration from his husband’s touch. In an instant, Connor’s chest puffed out an inch further away from him and with that, the button struggling to keep his chest within the confines of the fabric popped off and flew across the room, hitting Bill in the face. 

“I had a feeling that might happen if you tried on any of our normal stock of clothes.” Connor was turning as red as a tomato when Bill presented him with the button. “Here, try these on for size. They’re better suited for someone with a larger upper torso and a tapered waistline like yourself.”

“Thank you…and sorry about the button. It was an accident,” blabbered out Connor. He hastily took the clothes from Bill and disappeared into the dressing room. 

“We are sorry about that mishap. I’m more than happy to pay for the shirt he damaged,” I said to Bill.

“It’s no trouble at all. Some thread and a needle will have this button back on that shirt in no time. It’s not the first time I’ve had something like this happen in my store. Or to myself for that matter.” Bill stuffed the button into his pocket and stood there with me for a moment before Connor walked out in a new outfit. 

“Much better,” said Connor as he took a deep inhale and exhale. Looking at him, it was a good fit for him. The shirt perfectly hugged his chest giving him a nice pec shelf that jutted out from him. His pants were somewhat snug, but the elastic in them allowed for some mobility. His bubble butt was on full display behind him and his python dick and low hanging balls did bulge out in front of him by a decent margin. 

“It looks great on you babe. We’ll take it and any others you might have in that size,” I said as I hugged Connor and kissed him on the cheek. 

“I’ll get a few more from the back and start ringing them up. And were you wanting to wear that out after your earlier clothing malfunction?” asked Bill as he collected some of the clothes. 

“That'd be great Bill. Thank you for your help. I’m gonna try a few more things on, but we’ll be at the register in a few minutes,” said Connor. “Thanks again for all your help.”

“No problem sir. I pride myself with helping big men stay clothed.”

“Oh by the way, my name is Dean and this is my husband Connor. If you do like helping big men stay clothed, don’t be surprised if we’re back here in a month or two after he’s grown out of these clothes,” I said, extending my hand and shaking Bill’s. 

“Nice to meet you both. And I’m just sorry you’ll be spending so much while you’re going through your growth spurt. Hopefully it’ll stop soon enough,” 

“Hopefully it does,” said Connor with a cheesy smile as Bill walked to the register. “Or hopefully it never does,” whispered Connor into my ear. “Come into the dressing room, I’ve got something to show you.” Connor grabbed my wrist and pulled him through the door into the small room. 

“Connor, I know you’re horny but we can’t do this now…” my train of thought derailed as Connor undid his pants and his bulge FWOOMPed out of the front pouch. Despite how much he was on display for everyone to see while he was in the pants, they had done a good job of compressing it down considering it grew 2 or 3 sizes bigger outside of them. 

“While we’re here, I need new underwear. These poor things can’t hold all my meat. Just look at this, my balls are practically falling out the side and when you whispered in my ear earlier, I felt like my dick was gonna rip straight through them.” Connor pointed out all the flaws with his underwear as I drooled over my husband’s massive package. Connor was packing over 16 inches of cock stuffed down in pants and two baseballs for nuts hanging below it. It was a sight to behold. 

“Fuck babe, and you’re still mostly soft.” That line elicited a small bounce from Connor’s dick. The fact he made his underwear look so small while still being at his smallest size turned the massive man on like crazy. 

“I know. So can we find some new underwear here?”

“Let’s not. I’ll order special ones online. I doubt any store in this mall carries underwear that would fit you babe.” That comment made Connor’s bulge bounce even more in the tiny apparel. 

“You’re just saying that so you can take these off me sooner.” Connor smirked and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. “But I’m not disagreeing. Let’s pay for these and get home so you can get these clothes off me.” 

“Actually, I had a fun idea for that. Maybe instead of taking the clothes off, you flex out of them for me?” This time as Connor’s underwear bowed forward, the sound of stretching fabric could be heard as some of the seams strained against the beast. 

“Okay now we really gotta stop before I can’t fit in these pants.” Connor kissed me on the forehead and gave my bubble butt a nice squeeze. “Go pay and let’s get home quick.”

“Yes sir.” I returned the kiss and floated out of the dressing room on a cloud of lust. Excited for all the fun we’d get into as Connor kept growing out of his clothes. 

[ilikeyoualive]

I'm begging for more abo au omg. That last post was amazing, and honestly, I love the Soap and Ghost dynamic in it.

I live for the soapghost dynamic! It's always fun to try an keep their interactions to canon standards while exploring an AU setting, especially one as popular and diverse as abo. Plus, I'm a sucker for non-traditional pairings (such as beta/omega) since they tend to make things more interesting.

Now, to feed your want of more abo content, the drabble below isn't polished so forgive any mistakes you see. This drabble is pretty dark, so heed the warnings!

Main Masterlist

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Attempted Suicide, Ghost's past should honestly be it's own warning.

Even though use of suppressants in the military is common, repressing biology for too long is unhealthy and dangerous. So any alphas or omegas are given mandatory leave every four months for their heats/ruts in order to stabilize their hormones and let their body do it's thing.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost the sole exception to this rule.

Due to Ghost's subpar childhood and the trauma that came with it, he didn't have his first heat until he was well into adulthood. Honestly, Ghost just thought that he was sick and running a fever. He didn't think much of the attention that his fellow soldiers were giving him over the course of his four-day heat.

After his first heat -which he didn't even know was heat, rip- Roba happened. Ghost was kept on an illegal cocktail of drugs that induced heat and boosted libido, keeping him starved for touch and docile. Ghost was frequently assaulted and abused in this vulnerable state, horrified with himself for his behavior when his 'heat' ended.

Flash forward to after Ghost takes revenge on Roba once his family is killed, taking suppressants once every month to keep his heat at bay. But the more he uses the suppressants, the more his body fights against it, forcing him to take a suppressant more and more frequently until he's injecting himself once a day.

Price knew of the excessive use of suppressants, of course, but he had also read Ghost's file and decidedly turned a blind eye to it. Until he couldn't, that is.

There's an incident with Ghost passing out on the tarmac after a mission, forcing Price's hand. So Price gives Ghost an ultimatum, either he lets himself go into heat on base so his body can flush the drugs out -basically like hitting a reset button- or Ghost can be put on indefinite leave until he figures his shit out.

Of course Ghost choses the former, getting confined to his quarters for the duration of his heat. Price is the only one with written permission to enter Ghost's room during this time, but a medical team is informed of the situation and is on call in case anything happens.

And of course it all goes to shit.

Ghost has a ptsd episode on the second day, the commotion coming from his quarters being brought to Price's attention and he leaves his office to check on Ghost. So imagine his surprise when he unlocks the door and pushes in to find Ghost's room torn apart.

Price hears a noise from the adjacent bathroom and cautiously pokes his head in, his eyes widening when he sees Ghost huddled in his bathtub with a knife clenched in his hand, the sharp edge held to his throat as he mutters to himself with a thousand yard stare aimed at the wall.

Price steps into the bathroom before he can think better of it and Ghost tenses, but he still doesn't look at Price, who realizes much too late that an alpha barging in on Ghost when he's deep in a flashback probably wasn't the best idea. And, as Ghost jerks his wrist to slice his own throat open, Price lunges to disarm him.

The cut spans halfway across Ghost's throat and it's deep, blood gushing all over both of them as they grapple for the knife, slippery with Ghost's blood. Price manages to knock the knife out of Ghost's hand, the man snarling as he thrashes like a wild animal with Price on top of him trying to hold him down.

Thankfully, some passerby heard Price shouting for a medic from outside the room, so help arrives in the form of the medical team and Ghost is sedated. The wound on his throat is stitched up before Ghost is moved to medbay and restrained with padded cuffs and straps that hold his body down.

Price spends the next two days watching Ghost writhe in the bed like a man possessed as he snarled at anyone who entered the room, only seeming to settle when Gaz delivered his meals. As long as Gaz didn't try to touch him in a sexual manner, Ghost didn't display any hostility toward the beta, simply laying in bed and breathing hard as his panicked eyes watched Gaz deposit the tray onto the table.

Gaz uses the nearby remote to raise the top half of Ghost's bed so he can sit up, Gaz dutifully feeding Ghost with one hand while the other cautiously settled on Ghost's bare arm to ease the fever. Gaz makes an effort not to stare at Ghost's face, seeing as the balaclava had been removed after Ghost was sedated.

By the time Ghost's heat ends, Price has already talked to Laswell, who pulled some strings to get Ghost a steady supply of high-end, expensive suppressants to take regularly. The potentially deadly side-effects will take longer to become a problem with the more sophisticated suppressant, but eventually Ghost will have to 'reset' his body in order to start the cycle all over again.

Then comes Johnny.

[nefamphetamine]

chainsaw man chapter 122 thoughts

when i first read through the chapter i noted it was odd that fami ordered so much food until i scrolled through tumblr and saw that @possiblylando (sorry for the random ping/notification if this causes one, im still getting used to tumblr and i didnt want to take credit for an observation i didnt make) made the big brain observation that it's probably to do with fami being famine. akdjjwkxnd good catch. that makes me wonder if fami eats irregularly due to her nature or if she's always hungry?

we saw earlier that yoru's goal is to make chainsaw man return nuclear weapons, presumably because that will lead to more fear of impending warfare, which will, in turn, give her power boost. we don't know her motivations for this right now. rivalry with the 3 other horseman devils maybe? or something more?

this probably goes without saying but yoshida's comment about the 7/30 convicts dying this week and what we've seen so far makes me think that the convicts are just going to be fodder in some grander scheme, possibly on a city-wide scale, along with a whole lot of others.

it wasnt exactly made clear but since the devil's body was made using the body parts of the people living in the apartment building, were they killed solely for that or can they be reanimated in some way and used in battle like the dolls from part 1?

im kind of forming a loose theory here, and it'll probably be way off, but i wonder if the ability of this primal fear devil is scent based? at the time nayuta says she smells "the nastiest devil scent... i've ever smelled!" (chapter 121) denji is forlorn and hopeless like we see with the couple who jump off the balcony in 122.

i also want to point out the menacing shot of denji's building. maybe fujimoto is trying to say something here?

but like with the failed spinal cord sword, denji shrugs it off.

since nayuta isnt affected and denji also isnt really affected, maybe it has to do with pochita's influence on his physiology?

in that vein, we see asa on the street probably not too far away also extremely down on herself. so much so that yoru even feels compelled to say something.

keep in mind, this isn't the first time asa beats herself up, but it IS the first time yoru says something about it.

and what's happening right at the same time?

rip.

now, onto the next topic.

nostradamus's prophecy of the 1999 apocalypse. im not going to post the poem since it's already floating around but I'll share some thoughts i had on it.

like others are theorizing, i think its fujimoto's way of laying out exactly what will happen from here on out. blatant foreshadowing.

war wants to find and kill chainsaw man to take back the ultimate weapon; nuclear weapons. the primal fears, plural, will set the stage for the arrival of the final boss, nostradamus's king of terror, aka death, who is also one of the 4 horsemen.

that said, im gonna jump around to the couple's conversation:

the man started off excited about what's essentially a mundane achievement. his wife? girlfriend? is happy for him until he asks about a car. right here is where we see the change from calm to...not sad but apathetic and acceptingly hopeless. at the slightest negative statement that he would not be allowed to get a car, and it's implied that they've had this conversation before and that it isn't the first time he asked, his negativity overwhelms him, transfers to her through whatever is causing this mental shift, and they go to the balcony to jump.

there he eyes a car that looks...

well.

it looks like kobeni's car.

that's either a red herring because fujimoto is a troll or maybe that's where the actual primal fear devil is? it could also be a nod towards what denji was capable of doing; getting up and keeping going towards the same goal. for denji, love. for this guy, a nice car.

as for which primal fear this devil represents, my guess is despair. in war you must have ambition, especially as a leader, and resolve as a soldier. without resolve, you die. what power does war and emotion have when the opponent is empty and untouchable?

but then i remembered what the four horsemen of the APOCALYPSE aka the four horsemen of death were, and i doubt im going to be right about that. we know this primal fear devil isnt control, because that's nayuta, or famine, or yoru, and most likely, as in most probably definitely, not death.

so i did a light google search and saw that control/conquest is sometimes alternatively called pestilence/plague. maybe fujimoto is making 5 horsemen of the apocalypse? if it actually is pestilence, it could explain the smell. disease has a noticeable stench.

i think that more or less sums up my thoughts on chapter 122.

im interested in hearing your thoughts and starting a dialogue in the comments!

thanks for reading.

[vulpes-fennec]

Deck the Halls (Gwynriel) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Gwyn and Azriel have some fun with Solstice decorations in a smutty fashion.

Warnings: Smut, roleplay, oral sex (m/f receiving), cumshot

Read: Masterlist | AO3

After seeing Azriel readjust Cassian’s tasteless attempts to decorate the House of Wind, Gwyn had an idea. 

She and Azriel had plans to decorate their little apartment today. Her mate had even lugged home a handsome fir tree and was currently setting it up in their living room. Gwyn told him to start without her, for her head hurt and she needed to take a 30-minute nap.

That was a little white lie. 

After clicking the lock shut, Gwyn shimmied out of her winter layers. She tied a bow around her chest with a red ribbon—the very kind Azriel was using as decoration outside—that barely covered her pale white breasts. A thick pine and holly wreath rested on her hips, revealing only a sliver of her lacy red panties underneath. 

Gwyn even added a garland of little mints around her neck. She threw on a miniature, fluffy white tree skirt over her head. It looked like a shawl, which was exactly what she was going for. What else was she missing? Oh, right. The headband with an ornamental star glued on top, with poinsettia flowers tucked behind her ear as a finishing touch.

Her plan was to walk in on Azriel with a Solstice decoration-themed outfit. 

Staring at her slightly mismatched appearance in the mirror, Gwyn felt apprehensive. What if Azriel didn’t catch on? What if he laughed at her ridiculous attempt to seduce him? But one of his shadows floated into the room and bobbed in excitement. Its approval gave Gwyn the boost of confidence she needed as she stepped out. 

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Azriel called from the living room, his back turned to her as he hung an ornamental ball on the tree. 

Hearing no response, he turned around. 

Azriel’s jaw slackened as he took in the sight of her. “Excuse me, sir, I need a little help adjusting these decorations,” Gwyn said, blinking her big teal eyes with wicked innocence. 

Azriel’s hazel gaze darkened as it dropped down to her lacy panties peeking out from under the pine wreath. “Some adjustment, you say?” 

“Yes,” Gwyn replied breathlessly. “I heard you were the most renowned decorator in Velaris, and wanted to see how your skills fared.” The shadowsinger approached her, tree decorating all forgotten. 

“Is this all for me?” Azriel murmured, walking behind her. She let out a little gasp as he ran his tongue along her collarbone, tasting the minty garland around her neck. Azriel’s scarred hands—cool to the touch—cupped her bare waist.

“Yes, shadowsinger.” Gods, Azriel loved his mate so much. Gwyn was adorned with Solstice decorations, and he wanted nothing more than to fling them off and kiss her senseless after scenting her arousal. But he wanted to draw it out. If she wanted to be a tease, he could be one as well. 

He turned Gwyn around to face him, running a hand over her fluffy shawl—wait, was it a tree skirt? Azriel chuckled. “You did a very beautiful job decorating, Miss Berdara. But I do have to make some adjustments. You see, this wreath,” he traced the outline of her lacy waistband under the wreath, “should be placed higher up.”

“I’d rather you get rid of it completely.” Azriel’s silken words were driving her crazy. Crazy enough for Gwyn to unbutton his shirt, popping the last few buttons in her haste. Azriel raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Well…that was very unprofessional of you,” he drawled. “I didn’t know I offered shirtless services.” Gwyn blushed. 

“To hell with professionalism. I’ll give you a nice tip if I’m happy with your work.” Gwyn said with a wink. 

“Very well then. I’ll be sure to leave the lady satisfied.” Azriel shrugged his black shirt off, revealing Illyrian tattoos and muscled abdomen in their full glory. He pressed a chaste kiss to Gwyn’s lips, before ripping the garland in two. Pine needles and holly berries scattered across their living room floor, but he didn’t care. They could clean that up later. 

Gwyn smiled against his mouth. Azriel was just as hurried as she was. He just did a better job of hiding it. 

His rough hands brushed over her stomach and traced lazy circles on her back. “I think this tree skirt belongs somewhere else,” Azriel said quietly as he fumbled with the buttons. 

“I think you should remove it altogether.” Gwyn mumbled back while kissing his neck. Azriel groaned when the shawl dropped away. He was already hard as hell, but the sight of his Gwyn, his precious Gwyn, in lacy red panties and a scanty ribbon nearly sent him over the edge. 

He skimmed a finger along the bottom of the ribbon, savoring the smooth curve of her breast. Gwyn whimpered, a delightful sound that made him feral with lust. Azriel did it again, smirking when Gwyn arched her back into him.

“This ribbon is a bit tight,” Azriel observed, his voice low. “Mind if I loosen it?”

“Not at all.” Gwyn’s chest heaved with anticipated breath as Azriel undid the bow with a tug. She caught the ribbon as before it fell, looping it around Azriel’s neck and using it to pull him in for a fiery kiss. 

The shadowsinger reciprocated her energy, picking her up and walking her back to their bedroom. Gwyn knew she was supposed to play the coy client, but she couldn’t help wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding herself against his erection a bit. 

Azriel gently set her down on their bed, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck and shoulders.  He broke away, pulling down Gwyn’s lacy panties. Azriel’s finger entered Gwyn easily, and she moaned when he slipped a second finger in.

“So wet for me, baby,” he murmured against her bare thigh. Gwyn’s musky scent and her pretty moans only incentivized Azriel to bring her to new heights of pleasure. 

“Will you let the expert have a little taste?”

“Please, Azriel,” Gwyn cried. She threw her head back, whining as his hot tongue skillfully ran up her clit. Her long legs were thrown over the shadowsinger’s shoulders, shaking as he alternated between dipping his tongue into her pussy, fingering her clit, and kissing her inner thighs. 

“Fuck,” she panted as her core tightened. Gwyn tried to buck her hips against his face, but Azriel’s slick hands held her still. “Azriel, please. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop, don’t stop—AZRIEL!” 

Azriel took a deep breath before pressing his face—and his tongue—into Gwyn’s pussy. His thumb continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm as she clenched around his tongue. To be honest, she could suffocate him between her legs and he would die a happy male. 

Gwyn was spent when Azriel stood up, but she needed to push through. She wanted to leave her mate just as breathless. “Not so fast, shadowsinger,” she said, grabbing his hand. “Don’t forget about your tip.”  

Azriel could scarcely believe his eyes when Gwyn got down on her knees and unlaced his pants. “You’re my favorite client,” he groaned when her tongue swirled around him. “You’re doing so well, Gwyn.” 

Even though Azriel had just finished cleaning her up with his tongue, Gwyn could feel herself getting wet again at his praise. She alternated between stroking his cock and sucking him off, eliciting more groans from Azriel with the changes in friction.

Azriel leaned against the side of their bed, fisting the sheets. He didn’t want to grab Gwyn’s hair or the back of her head as he normally would. If anything, seeing her pure enthusiasm when pleasuring him, with her pretty coppery head bobbing and her hand deftly stroking him, sent him barreling towards the end.

“Shit, Gwyn.” His voice was hoarse. Azriel clenched his fists harder. “Shit, I’m going to come.” Gwyn’s teal eyes widened in alarm at his warning and she stopped twisting her wrist. But Azriel couldn’t hold it in any longer.

She was just about to put his cock back into her mouth when Azriel ejaculated over her face. His mate gasped. Gwyn’s mouth gaped open, one eye squinted shut as hot cum ran down her forehead, nose, and cheek. Her other eye was open, catching Azriel’s aghast expression. 

It was the first time something like this had happened between them. 

“Oh gods, Gwyn, I’m so sorry.” Azriel broke character immediately. His mate was still frozen, stunned. Not every female appreciated the move—some felt it was demeaning, others simply disliked having cum on their face. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’ll clean you up.”  

He returned with a damp washcloth and nearly choked when he saw Gwyn swipe cum off her cheek, bringing it to her mouth. “No, no,” he said, gently wiping her face. “You don’t have to do that, Gwyn.”

Gwyn only giggled, all awkwardness gone. “I guess you ended up adding a decoration of your own,” she said, eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Azriel flushed. “Would you be upset if I thought it was hot?” he asked after a pause, cleaning the last bit of his cum from her forehead.

“Which one? Me wearing only Solstice decorations or the cumshot?” Azriel turned even redder at Gwyn’s casual use of lewd language. He shouldn’t have been surprised; his mate went through smutty books on a weekly basis. 

“Both?” he asked warily. 

Gwyn touched his face in reassurance. “It was…unexpected, but I wouldn’t mind if you did it again, Az. As long as you don’t get any in my hair. Because I’d have to wash it.” 

“You know I have great aim,” Azriel said dryly, tugging his pants on and sitting down on the bed. 

Gwyn giggled again. “I know you do. Your dagger throwing and archery skills are proof of that already.” She took a poinsettia flower out of her hair and tucked it behind her mate’s ear. “You look very cute like this,” she said, kissing him. “My shadowsinger.”

Azriel grinned openly. He pulled Gwyn onto his lap, running his hands along her naked body. “You look cute too, priestess. Especially with this.” He gently flicked the star ornament on her headband. “Thank you…I thoroughly enjoyed this surprise.” 

Gwyn snuggled close into Azriel’s bare chest. “I had fun, too. But to be honest, I couldn’t wait for you to take everything off. The decorations were getting really itchy,” Gwyn confessed. 

Azriel laughed softly. “Noted. I’ll move faster next time, my love.” 

[five-oh-thirst]

I've Got You

Prompt Day 6: Cuddles after a bad day

Pairing: Boost/Sinker

Tags & Warnings: hurt/comfort

Note: Don't ask me why this got so sad. I don't know. I'll make them a happier one later on. Promise and cross my heart.

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"Are you okay?" Boost asked as he peered through the doorway into their bedroom. The duvet on the bed shifted and wrinkled, but there was no answer. "Sinker?"

A muffled voice came from somewhere beneath the heavy blanket. "Go away."

Boost sighed and stepped into the bedroom. He was there when it happened, so it wasn't as though Sinker could hide it from him, and it broke his heart to see his him like this–forlorn and hiding away from the world.

He sat down on the edge of the bed but said nothing, waiting and hoping Sinker would say something to him–anything–so he could understand what he needed to do to help. As the silence dragged on, Boost could hear soft crying, and the blanket began to tremble.

"I'm here," Boost whispered, but he didn't reach out to touch. He wanted his presence to be comforting, and yet the cries became louder as the trembling turned into shaking.

Without thinking or even formulating a plan, Boost flung himself on top of the shaking lump and held it tightly. "Shh. It's okay."

He thought Sinker would try to throw him off, push him away, or berate him for crossing a line, but he didn't. He lay still and silent under Boost's weight. And, for a moment, Boost thought he was suffocating him, so he yanked the blanket down only to reveal Sinker's tear-stained face staring up at him.

"Boost," Sinker whispered, voice cracking under the strain of keeping his emotions in check. Then he brought his arms out from under the duvet and wrapped them around Boost's neck, pulling him down tightly against his chest. "Please. Don't leave me."

Boost turned his face to press his lips into Sinker's skin. "Never."

They laid there together for a moment until Sinker calmed down and his chest stopped heaving. It was a difficult several minutes for Boost as he did nothing while Sinker released every emotion he had, but now it was quiet, and maybe he could give him some comfort.

"Can I move us?" Boost asked, his voice quiet and soft.

Sinker nodded.

With slow, steady movements, Boost pushed himself off Sinker and slid under the blanket next to him. Sinker rolled to face him, and Boost slipped his hands around his back to pull him against his chest, resting his chin on the top of his head. Sinker burrowed into Boost and tightly fisted his shirt, holding on like someone was going to rip them apart, but Boost would never let that happen.

"I've got you, cyare," Boost said and gave him a soft kiss atop his head. "I've always got you."

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All for You/All for Nothing AU

Ok, so this is a pretty simple au, spanning from one change that branches off into a lot later on. And if anyone feels like writing in this au or just ask questions, feel free, just tag me so i can find it pls

That change? Bakugo's quirk isn't explosions. Instead, he has the power to create quirks. Just, out of the aether, whole new quirk that can be inserted into anybody.

At first, it's great! all the kids at school think he's even cooler, he can just give out more heroic quirks to his friends, even Deku being quirkless isn't really a problem! Though, that nerd IS taking way too long to decide what kind of quirk he wants. "Do i want a super strength quirk like All Might, or should i go for a more general enhancer? so many options..."

Though, a few weeks later stuff starts going bad. All the classmates he gave new quirks too started getting really sick. Fingers' new taser fingers start to bleed and Fatty can't even talk from how much fire breathing hurts his throat

and Deku, being the smart, selfless, idiot that he is, realizes what's happening decides to use up his quirk slot to save others. It takes all day, but Katsuki finally finishes it. All for Nothing, the quirk that eats other quirks, Either those made by Katsuki or even the originals. I can't decide if he gets a OFA strength boost type thing based on how many quirks he eats or if it literally is all for nothing.

Anyway, from that point on, the two boys were alone except for each other, Hating Katsuki for almost killing them and fearing Izuku for just being able to take their god-given gifts. But they will be heroes, even if they can only support others, even if the world hates them

Finer points and limitations of All for You

It takes time for Katsuki to make anything really strong. Like, he can poop out Tail guy or sugar rush level quirks like a pez dispenser, but for something like Fire and Ice, it'd at least take him a few hours

He can't exactly control what the quirk is, just what general type it is. Lie, oh this is definitely a mutant quirk, strong one too, or This one involves lasers, but i'm not sure how

He can't hold onto the quirks, he can hold them in his hand and use them maybe once before they shatter apart, but they gotta go in someone soon

And finally, quirk and body compatibility: any new quirk has to mesh with the old one and their body or they start rejecting it immediately. For example, mutant quirks like Tsuyu's affect the whole body, so he can't give her anything that doesn't mesh with the frog bits unless izuku rips out the old quirk first. So, lightning or another animal quirk is a no go, but he can give her venom because frogs do that. Or Shoto can't get a flying quirk that involves wings just because he doesn't have wings

Things I think should happen in the story

Both Hagakure and Shoto beg Izuku to rip out their old quirks and get new ones. Shoto because daddy issues and Hagakure because i feel like there's a lot of angst potential for a girl who literally can't turn off being invisible

All Might thinks both of them are sus, Two quirks that can affect other quirks? either AFO had a harem or something fishy is going on

Izuku reveals his quirk to the whole class by ganking the nomu's power until it's a bleeding corpse on the ground