#like its been good for me i feel slightly more whole of body in general. especially from when i first bad to lie down

[mixelation]

✨blood covenant✨ fic preview ->

for those of you that missed it, @tozettastone, @waffliesinyoface and i all agreed to do a blood covenant challenge where we write OC/character fics.

here's the potential first chapter of mine, which is OC/Minato

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I’m going to fuck up that guy’s whole life, is the only thought in my mind as I leap through the trees. 

Every time I come down on a new branch, my right thigh screams in protest. It screams again as I come back up, hurling myself as ungracefully as a new genin to my next landing. WHat’s left of the fabric of my leggings is hot and sticky with blood. 

But, dear reader, I have advice for you: if you want to kill a medic, make sure you make a killing blow. Don’t just leave her for dead and assume she’ll crawl off and die like a good girl. I know, if you’re a megalomaniac with an ego the size of Hokage Mountain, this will seem tempting, to leave her to wallow and suffer while you go off to do something more important. Do not do it. 

I’m not Shisui, I thought furiously, pausing in my sloppy run as the temple I was aiming for came into sight. I’m not just calling it quits and giving away my eyes. Fuck off, Danzo. 

I lean against the trunk of the tree, panting heavily. Through the branches, I can see the curving roof of the temple. There are a lot of old abandoned buildings out here, dotting the forests of Fire Country, and this one doesn’t stand out as special. I only knew where it was because I’d previously found it by happenstance, and I only recognized it as important by chance knowledge. I have never been inside before. 

Pausing my run was a mistake. The loss of momentum means that I am abruptly and painfully aware of how shaky and weak my legs feel. I make a clumsy jump for the forest floor and have to turn my landing into an embarrassing roll. 

If anyone is following me, they’re far enough behind that I can’t sense them. I can see the spiral emblem on the door of the temple, the carved wood smoothed and faded with time. I limp forward confidently, using my left hand to push more healing chakra into the hole in my leg, which I would generously describe as “gaping,” but is definitely less gaping than when Danzo had stabbed me. 

I’ll get both his legs, I think as I push open the temple door. Ugh, it’s going to scar!

The movement of the door tosses an enormous amount of dust into the air, making my eyes water. The air smells stale and musty. The windows are boarded up, and only a few sickly strands of moonlight illuminate the innards of the Uzumaki temple. 

I have to stop my healing to activate my sharingan. I can usually do both at once, obviously, but I’d been running on nothing but adrenaline and spite for too long, and my body currently doesn’t contain nearly enough blood as it should. I’m starting to get dizzy. 

The sharingan does nothing to enhance color vision, but with it I only need the smallest source of light to make out the contents of the temple clearly. There are some hanging scrolls and abandoned, rotting furniture, which I ignore. My eyes go straight for the rows of masks hanging across the back wall. 

I limp into the temple. When forming this half-made plan on the way over, I’d had some trepidation about identifying which mask is the one I want, but looking at them, I know instantly. 

It’s not that the mask looks extraordinary or that my sharingan can pick up something special. The mask appears to be nothing but wood: paint peeling just slightly with time, a grinning demon’s face with curling horns, a jeering smile on its lips. Nothing is peculiar about its craftsmanship, and my sharingan can detect no jutsu or chakra on it. 

And yet, to look into its eyes, is to see the inevitability of your own death. 

A hint of fear tingles up my spine. A bad omen, my superstitious mother would have said. A warning to my most primal senses that this is a power not to be taken lightly. 

I step limp forward anyway. 

It’s fine. I’ve been staring down the inevitability of my own death for over two decades. The feeling still makes my blood run cold with terror, but it’s a feeling I’m used to. This is my last chance at defying fate. 

I pull the mask for the wall and lift it to my face. 

If you kill me, I think at the mask, make sure you bring those assholes down with me, will you?

xXx

Dear reader, here is what you need to know about me.

My name is Uchiha Renka. I was raised by a great aunt after both my parents died in the Second Shinobi War. My hobbies include reading, baking, and dabbling in make-up and fashion. After a lot of study and hard work, I have passed most medic-nin competencies and work mainly in the hospital. 

I am a painfully normal sort of young woman, as you can see. At least for a ninja. I work my shifts, and I treat myself to a new book once a week. The most scandalous thing I do, aside from occasionally going out on state-mandated missions that sometimes include various types of murder, is that every once in a while I go out drinking with my girlfriends, and even that isn’t too scandalous. The rowdiest I get is wearing unique shades of lipstick. We even have a three drink maximum. I did not do anything to merit the fucking headhunt after me except exist as an Uchiha. 

And… well, okay, I’ll admit something, just between us. Another thing you should know about me is that, even if my main goals in life are to not die, to help people at the hospital, and then to go home and read a good book over some hot tea on my balcony, I do have a bit of a fatal flaw. It’s nothing more than a basic Uchiha family trait, really:

I am just a teensy-weensy bit vindictive. 

It got me into trouble a few times growing up, but it’s really nothing too bad. It definitely wasn’t enough to make me deserve the absolute clusterfuck you just read about. You make one mistake, and next thing you know, your boss is calling you a vile woman and a disgusting, cowardly failure and trying to kill you. 

Well, fuck him, honestly. I’d survived everything up until him, and I’m not going down without a fight. 

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure how the shinigami mask worked when I put it on. When I’d decided to try it, I thought I could maybe use the shinigami to chuck Danzo and-slash-or “Madara” into the afterlife for good. My second choice was to bring back Tobirama and have him tell off my enemies and maybe my clan for… whatever the hell they were doing. 

Honestly. All I want is to sit in my patio chair with a blanket and read…

I vomit up the Fourth Hokage instead. 

I know. It sounds gross. I know. But I’m not making any of this up. I put on the mask, and it’s like the shinigami is inside me, and then inside of the shinigami was this horrible squirming feeling. I want it out. I need it out. 

I throw up. It feels awful, worse than any vomiting session I’d had before, my whole body retching. The mask falls off my face. 

Then the Fourth Hokage is standing in front of me.

Reader, I assume that you are coming into this story with certain expectations for how pulling a soul out of the shinigami’s stomach should work. Well, toss those expectations. You’re basing them on people who knew what they were doing. I’m just one innocent little Uchiha. 

Namikaze Minato appears before me in a white funeral kimono, folded neatly right side over left, a white band with a triangle over his forehead around his head. Clearly instead of a fighting-fit Hokage like I expected, I’ve grabbed him… right out of the grave…?

He turns to me and blinks rapidly, like the sun is in his eyes, despite it being the middle of the night. Reader, this man is handsome. With this wide, dazed expression, he looks like a confused male model, not the most lethal ninja in history. 

My throat feels raw. I open my mouth to speak but can’t. His eyes move away from me like he hasn’t quite registered that I'm there.

He pats himself down absent-mindedly, his hands going down his chest and stomach like he’s surprised they’re there. I watch as his brows furrow a little as his hands approach his hips. Then he reaches down to his right thigh, his fingers moving toward the inner part of the front. He presses down. 

I scream. It’s like someone has stuck their fingers directly into my thigh wound. Pain completely cuts off all my thoughts and I finally topple over completely. 

I’m aware he’s moved over to stand over me, although my vision has gone white with pain. His gait is uneven, something of a limp. I fumble for my wound, pressing numbing chakra into it. Danzo had clearly been aiming for the femoral artery to make me bleed out, and I’d fixed it up enough to not endanger my life, but it still hurt. 

There’s no new damage to my wound, even though that definitely felt like that should have ruptured something. 

I feel the Fourth Hokage squat next to me, and his hand comes down over mine, pressing gently against my wound. It’s not enough to hurt this time, not with the help of the healing chakra numbing the nerves, but it increases the pressure over it markedly. 

“Huh,” he says. 

“What the fuck,” I croak out, and dust on the floor gets in my throat and eyes and makes me have to fight back a cough.

He removes his hand. Then, even though he’s clearly not touching me, I feel a pinch on the back of my hand. 

“Ow,” I say accusingly, and then give into the coughing fit. 

“You can feel that?” he asks, sounding surprised. 

He waits patiently while I sit back up, coughing again. He seems completely unrushed and unbothered, watching me with extreme interest. He doesn’t have the slightest idea what’s going on. 

I stare back at him. I’m clearly a wreck. There’s dust all in my hair now, flooding my nasal passageways and making me sneeze. Between the sharingan and having to use Mystical Palm again, my head is swimming and my arm is barely strong enough to hold me up. 

He holds my gaze despite the active sharingan, studying me like he’s never seen another human face before. Brave man. But maybe being dead for eight years makes one brave. 

Or… who am I kidding? He’s the Yellow Flash. He probably thinks he could kill me before I could cast a genjutsu. 

(I think he couldn’t. But I’m obviously not going to test this theory unless I have to.)

After a few moments in which I let out several unsexy, wheezing breaths, he turns away from me and picks up the fallen shinigami mask. 

“So that’s how you did it,” he says, flipping it around in his hands. “I’m remembering now… I think I was hoping someone would come for this, at first, or another tool to let me pass on properly. But then… I forgot…” He frowns, deeper this time. “I forgot a lot of things. How long has it been?”

“Since you died?” I say. “Eight years.”

“Only eight?” he repeats and absentmindedly scratches the side of his face. I cannot feel this on my own face, I notice. Perhaps we can only share pain. “It felt so much longer, with nothing to see or feel or do…”

His head turns up, and it takes me a few moments of concentration to realize Danzo’s cronies have finally caught up with me. He hadn’t immediately sicced any on me, as he’d confronted me himself and then left me for dead. But likely he’d sent a team to confirm I’d actually died, and I hadn’t exactly covered my trail. 

The Hokage doesn’t look worried, just mildly curious. 

“They want to kill me,” I say, unsteadily getting my feet under me in preparation to stand. “I… you have to help me. You have to help Konoha.”

He turns his eyes back on me, and they still have that look of mild curiosity, like he’s watching a television show he doesn’t understand the plot to. 

“Why do they want to kill you?” he asks. 

“It’ll take too long to explain,” I say. “Please.”

I had thought that summoning the dead meant you got to control them. This doesn’t appear to be how it works. Instead of getting up to kill the team of ROOT agents outside, Minato tucks the shinigami mask into his white kimono and then leans over me to set his hand on my shoulder. A second letter, we’re on Hokage Monument, overlooking the village. 

“Wow!” Minato says, standing over the village with hands on his hips. “It’s been so long… look at all those lights…”

“Can we please focus?” I ask. I’m still squatted on the ground, and I don’t have the strength to stand casually. I fall back on my butt. 

Minato looks pained as he pulls his attention away from the view. 

“Right, right, the fate of Konoha or whatever…” he says, sitting cross legged in front of me. He smiles widely. It’s a beautiful, inviting smile. “Now you have time to explain it to me.”

xXx

When I graduated the Academy a little over ten years ago, Konoha was still at the height of war. I’m sure you’ll hear more about that if you stick around. 

Back then, I knew of Namikaze Minato because he was one of the Jounin sensei for our cohort. I never spoke to him, but I’d seen him talking with my sensei sometimes. Sometimes I had to talk to Obito about Uchiha related things, and he’d waved at us once or twice from a distance. 

My very first real impression of who he was came from an Iwa-nin. 

I don’t really like talking about this part of my life, but I want you to trust me, so I’ll be open. When I was thirteen, my team was captured by Iwa. Everyone but me was killed. I was only spared because I had some medical training, and they agreed to let me live in exchange for healing their wounded. 

One day I was treating a man with a nasty burns across his entire body, and he suddenly grabbed my wrist, which was all bruised up from being tied when I wasn’t actively healing people. 

“You’re one of those Konoha floozies?” he asked. His eyes were unfocused from pain. 

I didn’t say anything. Speaking rarely ended well. His grip on me tightened and I winced. I’m always surprised by how strong some people can stay, even when they’ve been beaten half to death. 

“Do you know the Yellow Flash?” he asked. “My whole platoon… all of them, gone in an instant…”

He gibbered on and on for several moments, eyes wide. He’d been towards the outskirts of his platoon’s camp when Minato had showed up, which was why he’d had the few precious seconds to realize what was happening. 

“We’re supposed to flee on sight,” he said, his whole body shaking. “What they don’t tell you is that once you see him, you’re already dead.”

“You’re alive,” I said diplomatically. 

“I used a suicide jutsu, tried to blow myself up,” he said. “I should have died. I would have preferred it, if he’d killed me…”

The man did eventually pass from his wounds. There hadn’t really been much I could have done. Even Tsunade herself probably couldn’t have saved him. 

They punished me for it anyway. When I was sitting in the prisoner’s tent, cheek smarting from where the commander had slapped me and stomach growling from reduced rations, I thought about what the man had said. 

Once you see him, you’re already dead. 

That was the first time I’d really understood the sheer power that a singular ninja could have. 

xXx

One reason I think Konoha loved their Fourth Hokage so much, is that he’d go out and kill countless enemies, and then he’d come home and look and behave like the protagonist from a shoujou manga. He was devastatingly lethal, but in everyday interactions, he just had a way of making you feel safe and valued. 

Sitting in the cool breeze breeze on Hokage monument with him smiling back at me, it’s not hard to confess to him what had been happening. The planned coup, the proposed counter massacre, the way I’d been caught up in it all. I cry a few times. Beautifully, I might add. I’d practiced in the mirror. 

I might be… a little vane. That’s not important right now, though.

Minato nods along with a thoughtful look on his face, more like he’s watching a TV show than listening to a poor woman explain that his village is exploding. It feels off. I hope he’s appreciating my show, at least. 

“There’s also…” I turn my face so he can see my flawless profile, staring out over the village. The lights below twinkle in the night like always. There’s really no sign of my entire family— including me—  potentially being wiped out tonight. 

“There’s also the masked man,” I say. 

Minato blinks, his expression suddenly snapping into focus. He frowns at me. 

“The masked man?” he asks. 

“He claims to be Uchiha Madara,” I say. “He’s obsessed with me. He approached me, saying he’ll help me if I volunteer for the massacre–”

Minato stands, turning towards the village again. In his white kimono fluttering in the breeze, he almost looks like a Hokage again. 

“I think…” he starts. “I think I want to kill him. I was angry about him, before. I can’t quite remember…”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, a twinge of hysteria teasing at the edges of my mind. I try to stand, but my head is dizzy and my injured leg gives out. 

Minato turns to me, absentmindedly patting at his own leg. 

“This is really annoying,” he says. “Why are we connected?”

“I don’t know,” I snap back, the hysteria bleeding into my voice. “Of course you want to kill the masked man.” I want him to kill the masked man! That’s the whole point! “He’s the one who killed you and your wife.”

His eyes widen. 

“Ah…” he says. He sticks out his bottom lip. “I really missed Kushina, the first hundred years…”

“You’ve only been dead for eight!” I screech back at him. Honestly, what was the point of summoning the deadliest ninja in history if he’s a basket case?

I get to my feet for real this time, grasping at the loose pieces of his kimono to pull myself up. He makes no move to intervene, but he also doesn’t help me. Instead he pouts down at me, wincing when I put my weight on the injured leg. 

“You have to help,” I say. “Or I will throw myself off this cliff, and we’ll both find out how much pain an undead man can feel.”

He catches my elbow as if to stop me, face still all pouty. It’s a cute look, except that I want him to be a cool leader fixing all my problems!

“Don’t do that,” he says. “Look, I’ll help you. I spent hundreds of years with nothing but the dark pit of the Shinigami’s stomach, thinking about how I wanted to kill the masked man.”

I don’t correct him on his time period. 

He smiles brightly at me. “And the Uchiha coup is an easy fix!” he says. “I’ll just do what I did last time.”

“Last time…?” I repeat. I had no idea there’d been a “last time.” What on earth…?

“Mm, they tried this when I was Hokage,” he says. “What did I do again… wow, look at this tree…”

Red autumn leaves flutter off a scraggly tree a few meters away. Minato watches them in the breeze intently, like he’s never seen leaves before. 

“Hokage-sama,” I half yell, yanking at his kimono sleeve. “You can look at all the trees you want later.”

“Oh,” he turns back to me. “Right. Last time, I just put one of my Hiraishin markers on their heir. Fugaku’s son… what was his name… anyway, I put a marker on him, and said if the Uchiha tried anything, I’d simply kill their precious child.”

He beams at me. I stare back, mouth unfortunately gaping. It has to be a very unsexy look, but I can’t help it. I’d assumed… I’d assumed there had been no problems under the Fourth, that the Uchiha had been fine and at peace under him, and that he’d be able to make them see reason… 

“We can just do that,” he says, cutting through my anxiety spiral. His smile gains a reassuring quality. “I already have the marker in place. We can take the child hostage to make them back down, easy-peasy.”

“N-no,” I sputter out. “We can’t do that. Uchiha Itachi… Fugaku-sama’s first son is dead.”

[orcelito]

I feel like I've been in bed for the better part of 17 hours

Because I have

[starrydragoness]

Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI! More under the cut

Content: soft sex, creampie, cockwarming, pretty vanilla tbh, live laugh love dragon man, wrote this sleep deprived and didn't proof read, so if there are any grammar errors I'll fix them later, trust.

“Come up here-��� 

Jiyan panted, breathy words falling from his lips with effort as he fought down soft sounds of pleasure as he grinded his hips into yours. His hand cups around your nape and brings you into his lips, reddened and bruised as they were - he needed more, more of you, more of your taste and touch and love. The unending well of need is insatiable, always open to welcome you in and swallow you whole, cradling you against his chest.

A thin sheen of sweat sits on top of his skin, his chest rising rapidly with each short breath, and you slowly squirm, pushing his shoulders down so he is now laying on his back and you throw one leg over his hip, effectively straddling him. From here, you have quite the sight of the General of the Midnight Rangers, lying beneath you, and so pliant to your affections, but most importantly - he is your dear husband, one you missed too much and all of that love is coming to boil over at this very moment. 

You lean down, kissing across his collarbone, climbing your way up to his neck and you can feel him suck in a breath as you graze your teeth across his pulse point. Your teeth leave faint little red marks across his pale skin, lips sucking here and there until purple blooms in soft petals. His hands are pawing at your sides, feeling your warm flesh in his palms before he claws down at your hips, pushing you  down against his length that is stuck between your two naked bodies, your naked cunt grinding against it. It feels like it has been ages since you began teasing and feeling one another up, taking off clothing, piece by piece until both of you were desperate for more and more.

“Love- hah.. “ Jiyan curls his fingers into your hips, his head thrown back onto the messy bed with covers strewn about.  “Let me feel you- no more teasing” he whispers into your ear and you couldn’t agree more. Sitting upright you gaze into those eyes of molten gold, looking up at you as if you were the work of finest marble and divinity. Embodiment of beauty and peace.

Jiyan’s lips parted slightly, eyes glued to yours until your line of sight led him down to your wet hole. He swallows the lump in his throat as you take his shaft in your hand, pushing yourself up to your knees before guiding his tip to your hole, all while his hands anxiously massage up and down the  sides of your thighs, anticipating eating him up alive. And once you finally sink down his eyes roll back into his head, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your warm walls squeezing him and welcoming him in. A guttural moan rumbles through his throat and he can’t help but buck into you, and the next thrust has your hands sprawled ontop of his chest, searching for stability as he began to fuck himself into you.

He was nothing if not careful, attentive, he still wanted to appreciate you and show you how much he has missed you too, yet as both of you began to lose yourselves in carnal desires, he found himself getting rougher. 

Each thrust had your tits bouncing, right in his face. Your pretty and glazed eyes looking down at him with all adoration one could hold, and your flushed  face and reddened lips threw him in a daze. He was hypnotized. Enarmored.

“My love- you feel so good, you have n-no idea how much I missed you” he groaned  after pushing himself into you to the hilt, simultaneously pulling you down and for a moment he went still, savoring the fluttering of your walls around him. You moaned his name, lust clouding not only your vision but your thoughts as well. So drunk on him.

One of his hands travels up your sides leaving warmth in its wake, trailing all the way up to your shoulder and then down to cup one of your hands in his, pulling it up, towards his lips until he could kiss your palm. He ruts into you all the while, another lingering kiss following the first one before his teeth nip at the inside of your wrist. 

You can feel your insides burning, slick oozing out of your hole and coating his shaft with each thrust. You can feel him so deep within that it drives you mad, making you cry out for him. And he hears you loud and clear, half lidded eyes drinking you in like the finest liquor. 

The hand that held yours flew down to where your bodies joined together, finding your clit and rubbing it in the rhythm of your thrusts, sending electric shocks up your core, all through your spine and up to your shoulders and down to your toes. Whining you squirm on top of him, both of you losing your rhythm as the tension in your bellies threatens to burst.

“Mmm- I’m so close, Jiyan” you mewled, and goodness, your voice alone was enough to make him chase that high with even more fervor. 

“I know, love, I know- come with me..hah.. look at me. Oh, how beautiful you are-” he muses out loud, a flicker of a smile lighting up his lustful eyes as pounds into you from below, pushing moan after moan out of you, making you sing for him.

Your orgasm blinds you, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as your muscles seized and your walls spasmed as Jiyan filled your greedy hole, spurting deep within you until he had nothing more to give. His face became more red before he released a throaty groan, his own muscles finally slacking from the intense orgasm, just in time to wrap his arms around you after you collapsed onto his chest. His cock remained buried within you even as it grew soft, comforted by the heat and slick. 

The two of you panted, working slowly but desperately to catch your breath. His calloused hands traced up and your naked back,  holding you close to him. 

“I love you.. mm.. I love you so much” you coo at him, picking your head up only to place several kisses along his jaw before kissing his sweet lips. A kiss he gladly returns despite the faint burning in his lungs. “I love you too, dearest” he breathed back,  watching you settle your head against his chest, hearing the quick drumming of his heart. 

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[bigwishes]

Hey man, my workout bro gave me a new pre-workout shake to try and it's really been helping me bulk up, but I always feel really — UUUUURRP — fuck man, I'm always really bloated after drinking them. Fuck though, they taste so good, and I've been putting on mass like crazy... I've also put on a little pudge as well, but I should be able to work that off, right?

You've been chugging that down like it's water haven't you dude, well that's fine. It was your choice to drink all of it even when the product was designed for a guy to take one serving in his whole life.

The product you took was designed to mutate the metabolism to help guys who are serious about lifting be able to absorb and process more food without it technically putting them through a bulk.

However you decided to drink a lot more than what one guy needs and its caused you to develop a lot of side effects. The first of which you've already noticed, belching non stop and always being bloated but that's just the easy stuff. Soon you'll begin to sweat like a pig and not just whilst you work out, your body will generate so much extra heat whilst it tries to turn anything you eat into size that it'll cause you to be a walking sauna, heat radiating out of your body and a cloud of steam coming off you at all times, but that steam isn't just an aesthetic, it'll reek, you might even find guys gagging from the terrible smell as you walk past. Of course making your body redirect so much nutrients isn't without its consequences, you'll probably start to notice your dick is getting smaller each day and pretty soon you won't even notice when you have a hard on, but don't worry, your pants will still be getting tighter as not only your thighs are getting bigger but the muscles in your ass are being pumped full of size getting big and swollen making it difficult to put on things like jeans.

and of course the pudge, drinking so much is causing your body to just now throw on size however it can, you'll still be mostly muscle but you'll always have a slightly jiggly layer over the top.

but lets talk about what's really going to start happening. That last sip this morning was the thing that will push you over the edge, you've fucked yourself now. You'll always be hungry, never full again. There will always be room for one more bite or one more sip of a protein shake and 100% of what you eat will be converted straight into muscle and size. There is no need for you to work out anymore, in fact its probably a waste of time to try and work out you'll gain more size by just stuffing your face.

After every mouthful you'll find yourself forced to belch, you'll always feel heavy sluggish and bloated. Feeling your mass bounce as you walk. You've earned the nickname Bubbles from your mates as whenever they hang out with you the only thing they can hear is you stomach bubbling away churning food into raw size only ever interrupted as you grumble in discomfort rubbing your tight layered abs as you belch loudly and uncontrollably

Enjoy being a big bloated beast Bubbles...

[ladytauria]

and lets do a "Tim got turned into a cat" au

your pick who picks him up and takes care of him

didn’t expect this to be the one i finished first but i’m not complaining. anyway you get a small snippet plus uh. more than 5 points xD

yknow for as much as i enjoy reading them i don’t think i’ve ever written OR plotted one out before!

hmmm… 🤔

very tempted to go damian for this one bc i love the whole. ‘see a different side of someone’ trope with animal transformation & when it comes to tim i find that trope yummiest w jason & dami lmao

hmmm, am thinking…

Tim gets turned either on patrol or while researching an object. I lean more toward the latter bc I like the idea of them finding him at his apartment or in his nest, and while that’s possible with the first option it’s easier/more likely with the second. And I like the idea of him having been stuck there for a short time lmao.

Could also be fun if maybe he was on research duty bc he had a broken/twisted/sprained arm or leg, so little cat Tim also has an injured limb… Teeny Tim cat with a li’l cast on…

Anyway! Damian and Dick are on patrol together when Babs asks them to check on Tim bc he hasn’t reported in over 24 hours and she just wants to make sure he’s good. Dami is aggravated to be interrupted but also he IS a little concerned bc Tim is generally prompt about his check-ins. And ofc when they get there there’s no sign of Tim, just a little black cat holding one of its paws kind of weird.

They look the place over, collect any evidence, etc. Damian makes some disparaging comments both to hide his own worry but ALSO to distract Dick from his. Def takes charge of the cat, bringing him back to the Cave/Manor to get him some food and medical attention. Maybe says something about Tim’s carelessness, which bothers Tim, making him growl/hiss/scratch at Damian.

Obviously how he acts with everyone around vs just with the cat is different; he’s less prickly when it’s just him & Timcat. The main inspo for me picking Damian and writing all of this was a couple of lines of dialogue that popped in my head when I read this. Something like—

“Just between you and me,” Damian says, his voice low and almost conspiratorial, “I find myself worried for Timothy as well.”

Tim’s ears prick slightly, his head raising ever so slightly off of his paw. His body has turned liquid under the touch of Damian’s hand; gentle yet firm as it runs over the length of his spine.

“For all of his faults, he would not have left you alone. Especially not if you were injured.” Damian’s hand stills, settling just under Tim’s shoulder blades. It’s a warm, comforting weight there—almost as comforting as the words themselves. A soft rumble starts in his torso.

As much as he tries not to care what Damian—what *anyone*—thinks, it… bothered Tim, that Damian believed he could be so callous. To know that it was an act is a relief.

Though it begs the question of *why*.

Damian scratches lightly behind one of Tim’s ears, and his eyes close without his meaning to. He tilts into it, sighing; the soft rumble in his ribs turning louder.

His questions will keep.

Not sure how they ultimately figure out that Tim is the cat, only that I do want Damian to be the one to figure it out. I also want Damian to end up doing a majority of sifting through Tim’s files—lol, maybe taking over for Bruce or Dick bc he didn’t like how they were doing it, and Tim being surprised at how well Damian knows him/his system. (Bc Damian has been studying him.)

Oh OH, also want Tim to decide to take advantage of being a cat to learn more about Damian since Damian talks to him a lot? So he learns more about how Damian feels about him but also more about Damian in general. But then maybe it gets awkward bc Damian maybe starts talking about Tim being pretty and how that just makes his feelings (jealousy, admiration, guilt) even MORE complicated.

Final thought: I kind of want this to be pre-Alfred the Cat? So Damian doesn’t have a cat at all, and Tim gets him one after bc “he knows Damian will take good care of it” and “he always wanted a cat growing up so maybe he could visit it sometimes…”. Cat could maybe be an apology for Tim letting the ruse go on, though I am thinking he DID try to signal early on, they just missed it? But anyway.

[ send me an au and i’ll tell you (at least) 5 things i would have happen in it ]

[adobe-outdesign]

Origami brush review?

Origami was released in 2018 as the third-place winner in a pet poll featuring new colors (surprisingly as a brush—would've expected this to be a Lab Ray colour, but then again Lab Ray colours are a pain so I'm not really complaining). I think the idea behind this colour is solid—paper-craft pets is a unique idea that has both flexibility and consistency. Granted, I don't think most origami pets actually legally qualify as origami due to the clear use of scissors, but hey, that's just me being pedantic.

One big thing about origami as a colour is that it's gone through three distinct visual changes since its release. Originally, origami pets tended to be a single color with drawn-on features, and they tended to look somewhat flat. This was fine, albeit a little bland given that it's just a paper version of a base/simple colour. Then they started to become more three-dimensional, and started having normal eyes and mouths; pets from this stage might also have two colors in their design. I think these pets tended to be the worst looking, in that they neither look like paper nor look all that appealing in general.

Stage 3, however, brought a welcome shift: starting with the origami Korbat, the colour gained a distinct visual identity by including colored paper (usually with more muted/pastel colors, though not always). This was a fantastic move that added some much-needed depth to the color, and it fits perfectly with the theme. This stage also brought back the drawn-on eyes and a slightly more paper-y look. TNT seems to be sticking with this route for the time being, and I'm all for it, as all of the best looking origami pets fall into this category.

Origami was released post-customization, so no need to cover conversion this time.

Favorite Species:

Yurble: The origami Yurble has a lovely muted brown palette with a flower-patterned mane, and I think it looks lovely. The eye is drawn-on and manages to be two-dimensional without looking too flat, and the folds are pretty decent (the mane in particular looks very papercraft-esq.). The shading might be a smidge dark for paper, but that's a nitpick—otherwise, this one's very nice.

Korbat: The first origami pet to use patterned paper, the Korbat really knocks it out of the park. The patterning is kept subtle on the body to not overwhelm the design but is allowed to be more prominent on the accent areas, and the use of three colors works surprisingly well even though the darker blue wings aren't technically needed. I do think the face could've been a smidge more scribbly, but it's not too noticeable here as their eyes are already black.

Koi: I really like how the paper used for the fins here is both incredibly flat looking and also has a wave pattern to it, which makes a lot of sense thematically for a fish. The subtle patterning on the body is also a nice touch, and kind of mimics a Koi's natural markings. My only minor issues are that the eyes feel a bit dark, and I wish the whiskers were both the same pattern as the fins and flatter. Still, it's good overall.

Least Favorite Colour:

Kougra: The Eyrie was also a strong contender here, but I have to give it to the Kougra for not even looking like paper. Instead, between the very normal eyes and the weird flat folds overlaying a very three-dimensional body, it looks more like a regular Kougra wearing paper armor. The design is also just mostly solid orange (technically two different shades, not that there's enough contrast for that to matter), so there's not a whole lot of visual interest. The scribbly stripes are cute, but that's about it.

[luffyvace]

Hello, could I request Feitan with a reader who looks innocent and angelic usually but is actually just as sick and sadistic as he is? (Aka it's like a secondary persona kind of)

And she's also part of an organization(that kills people) without him knowing (she was part of it even before meeting him)

Ouuuu an interesting reader we have here~

Seeing as though all the feitan gifs are generic fighting ones I’ve put my own picture :) I think it’s hilarious 😂

enjoy your headcanons lovely anon! 💗

(fem! reader implied bc you used ‘she’ in your request but I won’t imply female body just in case)

Feitan getting with an angelic and innocent s/o is certainly an oxymoron

Your such a sweetheart, so thoughtful and kind

you always try to help and encourage others as much as you can

:)

But in reality no?? really your such a sick and twisted sadist who loves watching every moment of others suffering???

welp that went down the drain quickly

feitan might have picked up on the fact that it was all an act or your slightly sadistic tendencies

especially since he’s highly observant

Though I’m not sure how you revealed your in a organization or if you knew he was in the troupe but it probably went like

”your in a criminal organization? Oh…me too” 🧍‍♀️

“Wait what?” 🧍‍♀️

“so we’re both in criminal organizations of the sort?”

🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️

well I guess its all out in the open now

as soon as he figures out your a sadist tho

its on

torture sessions become even more frequent seeing as though he now has someone to enjoy it with

he finds it rather fun to have someone laugh manically with him and not call him a loony 🤓

he’s grateful even

the victims really range from anyone off the street

to enemies from either of your organizations

maybe even someone who gave you a hard time

(they simply bumped into you, you apologized like the “sweet” person you are, but they had no idea what was coming for em that night)

(for fei, they probably mocked him)

you and feitan either have a dedicated torture room or have turned you basement/attic into one

and it definitely has a lock on it

feitan will recommend you some books and you likely do the same for him

(by some i mean you have a whole library shelf—who are you fooling 🤨)

you two make as much time for each other as you can

which yes torturing together counts as quality time

and y’all see it as a sense of normalcy too

wherever y’all stay you just be like

”hey wanna have a quick torture session then find something to eat for dinner?”

like it’s like going about normal daily activities for you two

it also feels good to have someone that gets you from the outside

like your both dangerous criminals,

that likely grew up in harsh conditions

(bc i mean come on mass murders have triggers/motivs they don’t just do things for no reason)

and now you have someone from outside your organization that gets you!

like, they even like torturing just like you!!

best s/o feitan could wish for

as time goes on you two would find out why you joined the organizations you did and if you genuinely enjoy it, just doing it for the money, etc

no matter the reasons or time, you accept each other :)

this also appeals more trustworthy to feitan!! Since your in one yourself, you can’t sell out feitan without selling out yourself!

😋

but…that could go downhill..

for example, your organization could be trying to target feitan/the troupe and is making you use him to get to them

As time goes on he shakes away the thought, it’s probably been years (when feitan’s down, he’s down for the count, he doesn’t do flings, in my hcs) since you’ve been together so he wants to trust you

basically the further things go in with you two, the more he trusts you

of course you have to make sure to give him reasons to trust you and don’t give him any reason not to

he’ll start getting suspicious of you even on the first slip up

(if it happens)

he has to protect the spider, there’s no way he can let it fall because of him

orrrr!!!

your organizations could meet! And form a alliance that may or may not be temporary/strictly business!!

it would be fun seeing all members together drinking and wrecking havoc!!

right?!

😊

LOL just imagine your all casually talking about such violent and socially unacceptable crimes 🤪

especially you and feitan

you guys are so silly

just a silly little group of friends :)

planning to commits fiendish acts together<3

honestly I like the last scenario the best

its so silly :P

I’m glad to see more feitan stans on my page!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you enjoyed!

💖

[kurishiri]

03 . . . the past records ˗ˏˋ🍎🪞´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: none.

Liam: Hearing Al say they played this game to decide whether he stayed by Lord Elbie’s side or died... it makes me wonder, does he really hate being by his side that much?

Roger: Haha, it’s nothing that serious. If he really hated staying by his side that much, he wouldn’t have just left it to something like luck. He would’ve taken it in his own hands.

Liam: Right? That’s what I was thinking.

Roger: He says stuff like ‘it’s a game of luck,’ but really he just wants a cover up.

Liam: So... if he doesn’t have an excuse, he can’t be together with him? But why?

Roger: ......Who knows.

Liam: Hmm... I feel like despite hearing the whole story, I still don’t know what’s the answer to that question that started it all.

L: Why is Al with Lord Elbie?

Roger: Word’s that when they met, they were both going through something that made it hard for them to be apart from each other.

R: And anything more about that is beyond me.

Liam: Hm...

L: You see, Al has been helping me satisfy my curiosity by indulging in my whims...

L: ...but he would really have gone and done something dangerous, if I asked for it, I feel like.

L: Like, he puts his life on the line just for a game of luck... so much so, I wouldn’t be surprised if we found his corpse tomorrow... I guess.

L: Oh, maybe he also has the ‘Cheshire Cat’s Curse’ like me?

Roger: ...If he did have such a Curse, maybe he would be able to be a part of others’ lives without feeling the need to keep up a pretense.

—— Perspective shift ——

Today’s mission for Crown was to pass judgment on the person who’s been illicitly making drugs, and to gather proof of their crime.

William and Harrison were to pass judgment,

while Alfons and Elbert were assigned to gather proof.

In a certain warehouse containing imported goods,

Alfons and Elbert were able to find the raw materials used to make that dangerous drug hidden within the very general spices.

They were carrying out their mission without a hitch——

when suddenly, several bullets shot through the air, piercing holes through the burlap bags piled high in a heap,

until the contents of the bags spilled on top of the two men.

Elbert: There’s an eyewitness... we have to go after them.

Alfons: Do you really have the luxury to say that when we’re in this state?

The two of them were buried in so much spice from the waist down, it was hard to laugh it off as any joke.

And Alfons let out a sigh as though he were fed up.

Alfons: This is William and Harry we’re talking about?

A: They won’t let a single one go alive, so it should be fine.

A: Anyhow, more importantly, I can’t help but feel an inkling that I’ve run into this smell before—

Elbert: ...! Al, over there, there are cats.

They had probably been hiding somewhere in the warehouse, but some stray cats had shown themselves, gathering around them.

Alfons: Ah, yes, I remember that spice’s scent now.

Elbert: ...?

Alfons: It’s cat powder.

While they were having an out-of-tune conversation, the two became surrounded by cats.

Alfons: Come now, don’t cozy up on your own quite yet. Why don’t you help us out?

A: I hope you know the reason you guys can indulge yourselves in cat powder is because of us?

A cat drew closer to Alfons as he petted it around its neck.

The cat purred in response, snuggling its body up to his palm.

Elbert: ...Hehe.

Alfons: Whatever is the matter, suddenly laughing like that? Don’t tell me you are on a cat powder high as well?

Elbert: It’s not that. It’s just... I was remembering how you dote on cats, even when you act more like one than the cats themselves.

Alfons: I’m afraid you have me ever so slightly lost with that train of thought...

Elbert: I mean, when I think you saved that cat who had trouble getting down,

E: you would push it away when it got too close.

E: And when I think you have petted it... you pretend you don’t know them...

E: And when they’re going through a hard time, you are there by their side... but then, when they’re not going through such times, you try your best to distance yourself.

Alfons: ...You are quite an observant one, aren’t you. So? Would you mind telling me why you look so happy then?

Elbert: Because... I think that side of you is wonderful, Al.

Alfons: ......Is this your attempt to woo me?

Elbert: ...? No, I didn’t mean to woo you.

Alfons: Yes, I knew that from the start, so please don’t take my words so earnestly.

A: ...Elbie, how would you like to play a little game with me?

Elbert: Game...?

Alfons pulled out a coin from his pocket, flipping it in the air with his finger.

Then, when the coin fell atop the back of his hand, he covered it with the other.

Elbert: I guess, I’ll bet tails then.

Alfons: And that leaves me with heads.

A: If it is tails, as you say, then I win. Otherwise, it’s yours.

Elbert: So, the one who guessed wrong wins... somehow, it feels like it should be the opposite.

Alfons: Well, you can think of it as playing with a ‘mirror’ that is myself. And so, that which is incorrect becomes the correct choice, and conversely, the correct choice becomes incorrect.

Elbert: What will you do if you win?

Alfons: Let’s see now...

A: I suppose, if I win, I will go on a journey to the edge of the world.

On the back of Alfons’ hand, the coin——showed heads.

Alfons: And once again, it is my loss.

A: Truly, when it comes to making the wrong choices, there is no one who can hold a candle to you.

A: ...I realize this is sorely belated, but is it alright if I ask you one question?

Elbert: ...What is it?

Alfons: The day we first met, when I suddenly appeared before you, what made you want to take me into the manor?

Elbert: ......

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[miizuzu]

Part 10

Breakfast was really awkward with everyone being in the Onychinus base, everyone was silently eating while staring at you and Sylus, still linked together by the Evol backlash. Rafayel sits beside you, feeding you breakfast as your dominant hand is binded with Sylus. 

“Once the 2 of you are ready to head out, let Kieran and Luke know, they can help guide you out of the N109 zone.” Sylus told Zayne and Xavier. “Thank you, you’ve been a generous host.” Zayne says with a straight face, trying to keep as calm and polite as he could. “There is no point fighting, we all know no one will back down, so might as well try and work it out together.” Sylus calmly suggested. 

Xaiver finishes his food and stands up and walks behind you. “I will be heading out first, I will be coming back as soon as I'm done with work. Wait for me.” Xavier leans down and kisses your cheek. “I'm ready to head out too. See you tonight.” Zayne charms in, walking over to you and kissing your other cheek. The 2 of them followed the twins out as they headed for work. 

The rest of you finished with the meal, Sylus stood up then picked you up and carried you over his shoulder, “Where do you think you're bringing her?” Rafayel asks as his brows furrowed. “I'm heading to bed, and since we are still linked together, she will be joining me.” Sylus said with a smug on his face. “Who sleeps at this time of the day?” Rafayel is not even trying to hide his annoyances towards Sylus. “Actually, the whole N109 zone is nocturnal, no one is awake during the day.” 

You couldn't really get a word in as Sylus and Rafayel start bickering at each other. Sylus still has you over his shoulder, one arm around your waist while the other is rubbing up and down your thigh, making you flustered. Rafayel sees your reaction and he could feel his blood boil. “You are welcome to follow us, I don't mind.” Sylus taunts Rafayel. Rafayel was so rattled up his eyes were glowing purple again, he followed closely behind as the 3 of you got to Syluss' room. 

Arriving at his room, Sylus was trying to take off his shirt and realized the clothes can get past the link, he used his powers and brought a chair over, placing it beside the bed for Rafayel to sit. “Well then, good night sweetie.” Sylus kisses your forehead, undo the blinds around the bed frame and quickly falls asleep, with you laying on his arm.

You could hear Syluss' soft snores as you quietly rolled off his arm, getting out of the bed and through the blinds to see a pouting Rafayel. You tiled his chin up for his eyes to meet yours before leaning in and kissing him on his lips. He responds and leans into you, pulling your body down to sit on his lap while your arm is still on the bed linked to Sylus.

“I'm sorry I haven't been myself. I just can't help but feel so annoyed by him.” Rafayel quietly tells you. “I was so ready to skin him alive when he said he forced his way with you.” Rafayels' face now buried in the crook of your neck. “You smell like him, and I don't like it.” His hands now grouping as your ass, squeezing your fat as he licks up the side of your neck. You let out a soft moan, your free hand running through Rafayel's hair. 

Rafayels' hands are now going under your nightgown, tugging on the waistband of your panties. You could feel his bulge growing as he pulled you closer towards him. You hand traveled down to his clothes length and you ran your hand up and down the shaft, making him moan. He pulls your panties off and drops it beside his feet, your hand trying to unbutton his pants to free his hard throbbing cock out of its restraints. 

He ran one of his fingers through your folds, from your entrance all the way to your clit. You gasped to his touch as you brought your hand up and covered your mouth, trying to muffle out your sounds. You were already so wet, Rafayel drew circles on your clit, making you shiver as your pussy drools more. “Can I come in?” Rafayel asks, his shaft slightly rubbing against your folds. “I need you, my love.” Rafayels' voice sounds lower than usual, making you moan some more.

You were eagerly nodding, wanting Rafayels' cock to be inside you. Rafayel lines his cock up with your folds before pulling you down against him, his hands on your waist as he hiss while your wet pussy swallows him up. You were both trying to be quiet, but little moans and whimpers still escape your lips. 

Rafayel feels at home, he finally has you in his arms and his cock buried inside you. His cheeks growing pink, his blue-pink eyes were staring into your soul. He latches his lips onto yours and he keeps kissing you like there was no one else around. 

You were dying for some friction, you slowly started grinding your hips and Rafayel let out a surprised moan, he enjoyed just being inside you and wanted to live in that moment some more. 

You lifted yourself up slowly and leaned into his ear, “Rafayel… mmnhg… I need you…” you whispered into his ear, his hands gripping hard on your hips and you could feel his cock throbbing more aggressively as his breaths came out as puffs. “I guess, mmmm, since you asked nicely.” Rafayel whispers back into your ear as his hands lift you up from his shaft, just to have you slam back down against him. You let out a loud moan, and quickly covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to stay as quiet as you could to not wake Sylus up. 

Rafayel felt torned, he loves hearing your voice but he doesn't want Sylus to hear you as well. Your muffled moans are turning him on more than ever, his movements quicken, he starts thrusting up towards you, making you moan out more. You were both getting so close, he could feel your walls squeezing him so nicely he could explode any second. “I love you, mmnhg, love you. Gonna cum soon…” he whispers into your ear, you were about to tell him you were also ready to cum. 

Suddenly you were lifted off of him and brought into the bed by the black and red mist, Rafayel looked confused for a second before opening the curtains around the bed to find Sylus sitting up, licking strips up your neck and his hands on your hips. Rafayel was mad, he was outright pissed. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Rafayel angrily snaps at Sylus. “You were disturbing my sleep.” Sylus replies, “Aww, why the long face? Were you about to cum?” He continues as his free hand travels between your legs, fingers brushing against your dripping cunt, making you moan out.

Rafayel knew Sylus was talking to you and not him, he angrily pulled you back towards his embrace, “We were feeling great until you abruptly disturbed us, so if you’ll excuse us, you can go back to sleep.” Rafayel was trying to pull you back into his lap, behind the curtains so Sylus could not watch. “Our poor sweetheart looks so upset you should hurry up and give her what she wants.” Sylus says as he activates his Evol again, this time he pulls Rafayel into bed and close to you, his power guiding your body to sink onto Rafayel cock while he watches your face twist with pleasure. 

“Let go of me, I can make her feel good by myself!” Rafayel barks at Sylus, Sylus finally undos his power and lets Rafayel take control again. You were on all 4s as Rafayel fucks you from behind, no longer holding in your moans, your voice was turning Sylus on, you could see his bulge growing in his pants. Sylus held your binded hand with his, intertwining your fingers with his own. 

Rafayel was feeling a bit left out, even though he was the one balls deep inside you. He slides himself all the way until the 2 of you were just connected by the tip, before slamming himself back in all the way until he kisses your cervix. “Aahhhhhn!” You moaned out, you were loving each second of it, Rafayel kept repeating the movement, sliding in and out faster each time. 

Sylus watches your facial expressions with darkened eyes, he watches as your brows furrowed, eyes closed, mouth slightly open then close as you bite down on your bottom lips. Sylus sits up, trying to lean in to kiss you, but Rafayel sees him and decides to pull your upper body against his chest, one hand on your clit while the other under your chin to turn your head towards himself to kiss you on your lips. Rafayel glares at Sylus with glowing purple eyes as his tongue slips into your mouth, hips continuing thrusting up towards your gummy walls. 

Sylus grunts, eyes glaring at Rafayel, his free hand now cupping one of your breasts and pinching your hardened nipple. Your moans were still muffled by Rafayels' lips on yours, you were so close to your orgasm again as Rafayel continued his unforgiving pace. “Raf… cumming, mmng… gonna cum, cummingggg!” You muffled out as your orgasm takes over. Your walls clutching tightly on Rafayels' cock, making him whine and cumming ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum, painting your walls. 

You were both riding your high, your combined slick seeping out, dripping onto Syluss' bed, creating a huge mess. Rafayel looked down onto the bed and the mess he made, he was smirking confidently at Sylus, feeling satisfied. 

“Making such a huge mess on someone else's bed, I didn't know Lemurians were such rude guests.” Sylus easily pulls you off of a shocked Rafayel, he looks into your equally shocked eyes, “What is it sweetie? You really think I didn't do research on the people you were seeing?” Sylus lets out a deep chuckle. “Now, how will you compensate me for disturbing my sleep?” 

Sylus pulls the waistband of his sweatpants down, releasing his massive throbbing length. He was lifting you onto him, your folds kissing the tip of his leaking cock. “MMM, I'm still… sensitive… give me a few minu-” you weren't even able to finish your sentence before Sylus grabbed your hips and pulled you down, swallowing his cock. You were hissing and moaning from the sudden stretch, it was a little bit painful even with Rafayel stretching you out earlier. He slowly eased you down until he was fully buried inside your tight gummy walls. You hang your arm around his neck, biting his collarbone to find some relief. Sylus moans and spanks you before grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks, squeezing it hard while your ass still stings from the spank. 

Rafayel watches as Sylus plays with your ass and is getting hard again, he crawls over to the 2 of you, stopping inches away from your back, one hand grouping the free cheek while the other cupping your breast. He inches closer, his hardened length now pressed between your ass cheeks while he rubs against you.

You were a moaning mess, being sandwiched between the 2 of them while Sylus had you stuffed to the brim. You want to feel more full, you want Rafayel to fill you up as well. Your free hand moves back to find Rafayel's thigh, squeezing him, making him moan out loud. 

“Ra-fayel… need you, I want you inside me…hu-hurry…haa…” you moaned. Sylus watches with amusement in his eyes, “I knew you were greedy, but it's always surprising to see for myself. Well then, you heard the lady, don't make her wait.” Sylus says to Rafayel as he pulls your cheek to the side, allowing easy access for Rafayel. 

“Tsk, I don't need you to tell me.” Rafayel glares at Sylus, finally lining himself towards your back entrance. Rafayel slowly pushes his way in, he had you screaming in pleasure as he slowly sheathed himself inside you. “Stop squeezing so tight sweetie, you will make us cum too quickly.” Sylus coos as he ran his thumb over your clit, rubbing quick circles to get you wetter. 

Once Rafayel was fully inside, he took a couple of seconds to calm his breathing. Kissing and marking the back of your neck, Sylus was doing the same thing but along the front. Rafayel slowly glides out halfway before forcefully thrusting back into you, having you screaming right into Syluss' ear. Sylus was taken aback and furrowed his brow, he glared back at Rafayel with his glowing red eye. Sylus also pulls out half way before slamming himself back towards you, making you moan and hiss again. 

The 2 of them seem to be competing against the other, trying to be the one that turns you into a moaning mess. They lifted you up and slammed you back down towards both their cocks, simulating both your entrance at the same time. Your eyes were rolled back, tears rolling out the corner of your eyes, you head resting against Rafayels' shoulder while your hand squeezed Syluss' shoulder. They continue the same action over and over, you were mumbling something but they were too pussy drunk to pay attention to what you were saying. 

You could feel another wave of your orgasm hitting you with full force like a tsunami, you finally were able to say, “cu-cumming!!” You walls squeezing so tightly, making the 2 men moan out loudly as their essence releases inside you. The 2 of them couldn't stop their cocks from being milked dried by your pussy and ass, Rafayel was squirming and whining but he refused to pull out. Sylus was in shambles but he kept a strong front, also refusing to pull out. He felt his sleepiness catching up to him, he pulled you and Rafayel down, you were all laying on your sides as he succumbed to his sleepiness.

You felt tired as well and was having a hard time keeping your eyes open, Rafayel was not doing much better. The 3 of you end up falling asleep together while the 2 of them are still connected to you.

Hours passed and when you finally woke up, you realized you were no longer linked to Sylus, somehow the Evol link had released itself but Sylus was still holding your hand. You felt a bit sore and tried to adjust yourself, only to find both their cocks still inside you. Rafayel woke up from your movement and hugged you by your waist, he pulled you far enough to free you from Syluss' cock before finally pulling his own dick out of you. Large amount of cum started oozing out of you, you shiver from the feeling and started to feel sticky and discomfort.

Rafayel noticed the link was gone and asked if you wanted to shower, since he saw there was one in the room, you nodded and he carried you into the bathroom. He helped you into the shower and started cleaning you up, he refused to use the body wash, not wanting to smell like Sylus. After finally cleaning you, you helped Rafayel wash up as well, he was blushing but he was finally smiling again. You leaned in to kiss him and the 2 of you just stood under the showers, didn't even notice Sylus had gotten up and out of the bed, watching at the entrance of the shower door.

“You 2 seem to be enjoying yourselves, you wouldn't mind if I join too, would you?” Sylus wasn't really asking since he didn't wait for an answer before coming in the shower to join you. Rafayel clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes but he stepped aside to make room for Sylus. “We’re done showering anyways, let's wait outside.” Rafayel said to you, grabbing your hand to lead you out of the shower. “Stay and help me wash, sweetie.” Sylus grabs your other hand asking you to stay. 

“Rafayel, you head out first. I will be coming out shortly.” You smiled sweetly at him, making it hard for him to refuse. You stayed behind to help wash Sylus, he had a gentle smile on his face, he likes that you stayed behind for him. Once Sylus was done with the shower, everyone headed to the dining hall to eat lunch. 

It was so much easier to eat but you don't miss being fed by Rafayel, he would always be extra careful while feeding you. 

Sylus was staying very close to you after lunch was over, he knew the others would want you to leave soon and wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Rafayel texted in the group chat, telling the others that the link had faded away. Zayne messages and said he would be late since there was an emergency surgery he had to perform and that he would not make it back in time to see you. Xavier, however, said he would come bring you home once he gets off work. 

Syluss' expressions were getting more serious by the minute, he was used to you being there with him and he is already missing you. He loves your little daily interactions and was really hoping you could stay, but knowing how much you love your work and your feelings for the 3 other men, he chose to sit back. He is not one to share but knowing you would never belong to him alone, he would try his best to share you with the other 3. 

The clock finally hit 5pm and the doorbell was ringing. Xavier had teleported back into the Onychinus base as soon as he was off the clock. The twins let him into the room where everyone was waiting. Xavier finally sees you and you could see him let out a sigh of relief, wanting to see for himself that the link is finally broken. Xavier rushes over to you, grabbed out out of Sylus arm and lifted you off your feet. 

“Can we please go home now?” Xavier was begging you to say yes, he had enough of you not being around him, he needs you badly, he wants to make sure to get Syluss' scent off of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded, you've missed Xavier as well and wanted to stay by his side.

“I'll be going now, thanks for all your help and your hospitality.” You said to Sylus, you could see him furrowing his brows, you know that was not what he wanted to hear. “Is that all? Sweetie?” Sylus had a dark look on his face. “I will come by and visit, or you are welcome to come look for me.” You told Sylus. Sylus' expression finally softened, he thought for a second that you were trying to tell him goodbye. “That sounds wonderful, I will have the twins take you guys home.” He says as he confidently smiles at you. 

Right as you were leaving Rafayel got a call, his aunt called and said there was something important that she needed him to help with. Rafayel was unwilling, but he thought leaving you with Xavier was better than you staying in the N109 zone with Sylus. Rafayel told the twins to drop him off at his aunt's place, they dropped him off and brought you and Xavier back home. 

“See you around Y/N!” Luke said Kieran started driving, heading back to N109. You felt so relieved when you got back to your apartment. Running to your room and flopping onto your bed, hugging some of your plushies. Xavier followed after you, he saw your smile and your relaxed expression and smiled softly at you. “Let's take a bath together.” Xaiver suggested, wanting to wash off the scent. You followed him to the bathroom and you helped each other remove your clothes. 

Xavier ran a hot bubble bath for you, he slipped into the tub before helping you in, gently running his hands over each inch of your skin and your hair. You closed your eyes and laid back onto his chest, his heartbeats were soothing, you closed your eyes and just let him pemper you. 

While washing your body, you could feel him getting hard, poking your back while his hands slowly got between your thighs, spreading your legs open. One of his hands lifted one of your legs out of the water while the other started running his fingers along your folds, his lips attaching the delicate skin on your neck. You lifted your arm and brought it behind Xaviers' head, running your fingers in his hair.

His fingers were teasing your entrance, he kept sliding his fingers from the bottom to the top and around your clit while avoiding touching it, “Xavier, don't tease.” You pout, “I want you…, please?” you begged while batting your eyes at him. He looks at you and smiles, “Nope, not until I am satisfied.” You could tell he was angry even though he was smiling. “How can I make you satisfied?” You questioned. “I want to see you cum on your own.” Xavier whispers in your ear, making you moan. “Won't you help me?” You batted your puppy eyes at Xavier. “Depends. I will not enter you until you cum.”

You could tell from his face that he was serious, you turned around, your face in front of his. One of your arms is wrapped around his neck while the other grabs his hand to place it on your breast. Once you realized he would not move his hand from your chest, you grabbed his other hand and placed his thumb on your clit. He did not pull away and started rubbing circles on your bud while you grind yourself against his thigh, your breaths quickened as you started moaning. 

You could feel his length twitching aggressively, he was holding back instead of taking it out on you. You latched your lips against his and he responded to your kiss, you felt a wave of pleasure rush over you as he softly bites your lower lip, your fingers now playing with your cunt, trying to get yourself to cum so he would finally enter you. 

You were finally cumming with Xavier's help as he rubs circles around your clit with his thumb and rubbed your folds with his index and middle fingers. “Good girl, you did well. Would you like your reward now?” Xavier pulls you into his embrace. “Yes, I want you. But I want to get to bed.” he couldn't help but softly chuckled at how you sounded a mix of whiny and pouty, he found it really cute of you.

After finally getting out of the bath and drying up, Xavier carried you over to the bed. The second you touched your bed, you grabbed onto Xavier and flopped him onto his back, taking him by shock. He looked at you with a half surprised and amused expression. “Does my darling want me this bad?” He jokingly said as he chuckled. “Yes. I've missed you, and all you did was tease me…” you pouted. “I'm sorry… I'll make it up to you.” He flaunts his signature puppy eyes.

Xavier's hands reach up from being pinned under you, one cupping your breast while the other is on the small of your back, you press your folds onto his length and grind him from the base to the tip. You could see his eyes dilate as his eyes eat you up. You finally lift yourself high enough to line his cock to your puffy lips, slowly sinking down onto his delicious cock, one inch at a time. Xavier missed this feeling, his head thrown back and you could almost feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Both his hands are on your hips now, his grip on you is tight but not enough to cause discomfort. He wants to control the pace but also wants you in control, patiently waiting for you to let him know when he needs to take over. 

You could feel his cock throbbing angrily while you sink into him, you felt so cock drunk he could almost see hearts in your eyes as you licked your lips as you slam down onto him, making him whine from the pleasure. Your head thrown back as you reached his base, breathing through your mouth, you felt like you almost came from just taking him inside. You stay there for a few seconds while you calm yourself. Xavier could feel himself leaking inside of you, your little move almost had him cumming right there. 

You started moving again, lifting yourself up and sitting back down, the both of you enjoyed the slow pace, taking in the feeling of each other's touch. You leaned down to kiss him, lips parting slightly as an invitation for his tongue to enter your mouth. Your tongue was twirling against his and he gently sucks on yours. You gasped when he finally started taking control, lifting your hips higher to have more fiction along his cock. 

“I love you, don't ngh… ever be so haa… careless and disappear again.” Xavier says as he starts thrusting up against you, sending shivers up your spine. “I mmng, promise. Sorry I mm, made you worry.” Xavier picks up the pace, the 2 of you moaning into each other and after a couple more thrusts the both of you came. You were coming down from your high but Xavier was still cumming violently inside your already full pussy. He came so hard he was passing out, he couldn't keep his eyes open and end up falling asleep. The actual reason was that he wasn't able to sleep well without knowing you were safe, now that you are home he could finally relax.

You lifted yourself off of Xavier, letting out soft moans as he and his cum slipped out of you, you could feel the slick pooling and dripping out. Even though Xavier came so much, his cock was still hard and throbbing while he was deep asleep. You giggle at the sight and still being cock drunk, you decided to take him in your mouth. You inch yourself closer to the foot of the bed, you slowly licked his tip, tasting both his and your essence from your last high, you could feel yourself getting wet again. 

You had your elbows on either side of his thighs and slotted yourself between his legs, you were on your knees while your ass was high. If Xavier was actually awake and sees this sight, you would have him nutting hard again. 

You were so focused on taking Xavier in your mouth that you didn't notice someone had come in, not until you felt two big hands on your ass. You snapped your head back and saw Zayne, you let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home.” You smile at him. Zayne leans in to kiss you back, his eyes traveling to a passed out Xavier. “What happened to him?” He couldn't help but chuckle. “He passed out after we came, he was still hard so I'm trying to take care of it.” You explain to Zayne. 

Zayne knew how worried Xavier was and could tell he wasn't sleeping well, so it wasn't a shock for him to see him pass out like this. Your attention went back to Xavier's hard throbbing cock, licking long strips from the base to his tip, you could hear Xavier moaning in his sleep. 

Zayne was still behind you, watching your ass sway slowly from side to side, he could see your pussy dripping with arousal, as if trying to tempt him, and you were. There was a smile on your face as you heard his belt buckle and the shoveling sound of his clothes hitting the floor. 

You felt his big hands on you for the second time and you hummed with anticipation, he slotted his length between your thighs, pushing them together to collect the wetness that was seeping out of you. Once Zayne thought he was wet enough, he lined himself to your entrance, slowly pushing his way inside, not wanting to cause any pain. The stretch had your mouth watering, while your lips are still around Xavier's tip, your eyes are rolled to the back of your head. 

Once you felt Zayne’s tip deep inside you, kissing your cervix, you couldn't help but moan and huff, making Xavier twitch in the process. Xavier was whining too, almost like he was also dreaming of you doing things to him, his hips started thrusting upwards while still being asleep, “Yeah… MMM babe, take it…” Xavier said in his sleep. 

Zayne just watches and chuckles at Xavier, his hip picking up the pace as he slides in and out of you. He started thrusting harder when he felt your walls clutching tight around his cock, you were near your climax and Zayne could tell, wanting you to cum since he felt he couldn't hold on much longer. He runs one hand over your clit before running circles on your clit with his middle finger. 

Your mouth finally releases Xavier's cock but your hands continue to work up and down his shaft. You were whining so loud while still trying to lick the tip of Xavier's cock. Xavier finally opened his eyes, he looked down towards you and you could feel him getting bigger in your hands and his pre leaking like a faucet. “I thought… It was a dream. I should have forced myself up a long time ago.” His hand cups one of your cheeks as kept his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a moment of your lips on his cock. “You’re mm going to make me cum soon!” Xavier's brows were furrowed as he took long breaths.

Zayne's thrust was getting sloppy as well, he was getting close to his limit, his attack on your clit is more unforgiving. Your hands were moving so much faster as your climax creeps around the corner, “I'm cumming!!” Xavier said with his head thrown back, his cum shooting out and landing on your face. You came from the sight of Xavier's release, your walls clutching tightly against Zayne's cock, making him cum uncontrollably inside the deepest part of your pussy. 

Xavier ran to the bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean your face but came back and saw you’ve guided most of the cum into your mouth, you showed him the amount you collected as you swished it around your mouth before swallowing. Making his Adam's apple Bob from swallowing at nothing before wiping the remaining bits away.

Zayne extended his hand towards Xavier, wanting to grab the towel to clean you up down between your thighs. He slowly pulls out of you, making you moan from the friction. His seed was gushing out of you as he collected it with the towel before wiping you clean. He went into the bathroom and washed the towel and headed back out to join you and Xavier in the bed. 

You were finally feeling tired, Xavier saw the drowsiness on your face and pulled you up towards the pillows you laid down between Xavier and Zayne and was drifting into dreamland. “I've missed you, Zayne and Xavier… I love you…” they watched you fall asleep and smiled. “Guess we will need to keep up with her now.” They both felt drained and were lulled to sleep by your soft snores. 

Sorry about not posting for so long... Haven't been feeling great mentally and needed a break... Hope you guys like this chapter.

@huuvu @juliettebbgamer

[aka-indulgence]

Knocking (on your window)

It’s Ravioli time :]

When one night you find the aptly named “Smiling Man” out your window, you call a friend for some help.

CW: home invasion from a wobbly guy

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“Are you sure that’s the smiling man?”

You look out the window. A long, lanky ‘man’ stands outside, just under a streetlamp, spotlighted by it. He’s waving at you in a way that makes it look like his arms have no bones, or any other solid structure inside it.

“Yeah… pretty sure,” you grimace.

Its smile was so… unsettling. Just teeth. No lips.

“You sure it’s not just someone in a costume or something? There are some weird people in this town, or those college kids messing about,”

“Sarah!!” You cry desperately, “What guy stands over seven feet tall and looks like he’s only slightly more solid than those used-car salesman balloon thingy?? He doesn’t have skin! His face is just… shadows! And some eyes and teeth!”

“Some reports say he’s over seven feet five inches,”

You make a sound akin to a steaming kettle.

“That! Really doesn’t help!”

“Sorry,” you can hear Sarah’s apologetic grin through the phone. “You’re right, that’s probably pretty hard to fake. So he’s stretching his arms?”

You squint.

“Yeah… he’s stretching his right arm right now,”

“Uh oh. What’s he doing? Is he trying to grab you?”

“Um…” you look back at the cryptid. He hasn’t stopped waving or smiling at you. He might as well be some highly advanced floppy car salesman balloon with how consistently he’s doing it, except his mouth keeps moving. His teeth waving like they weren’t set in gum. You feel goosebumps travel up your back.

“Not… exactly? He’s just. Standing there. Looking at me. And… waving.”

“... Is it a threatening wave?”

“I don’t know?? He’s smiling. Is that a bad or a good sign?”

“Hm. Could go either way, honestly. You’re not looking him in the eyes are you?”

“What?!” You jump, your skin turning cold. You were looking for comfort when you called Sarah, some way to deal with a cryptid looking at you through your bedroom window, but this was having the opposite effect. You look down at the carpet, just to be safe.

“Is- is that a bad thing? I’ve been looking at him this whole time!”

“Uh… probably not great…” Sarah sighs, (while you scream internally), “Generally you don’t want him to notice you. I mean, most cryptids I read up on says that, just a general ‘don’t bother the weird creature just in case they’re dangerous’ sort of thing. From what I read he’s dangerous based on his mood? It looks like he mostly just hangs around an area and looks creepy. Sometimes asks for candy.”

There’s a confused noise on the other end, then a pause. A tap.

“Here it says ignoring him when he wants attention might make him more pushy so maybe it’s ok…?”

“What? So do I look at him or not?”

“Hang on! It’s a bit contradictory,”

You make a noise of discomfort, balling the ends of your pajama shirt in your hand.

“Ok if that’s… whatever, is there anything on your creepy spooky books that tell you about how to drive him away?”

“I’m looking this up online. Also… one sec I can’t find anything that says how to get rid of him… I think they mostly just tell you t-”

You blow out your phone’s mic and Sarah’s speaker when you scream, because- the smiling man was at your window now, his hand rap-tap-tapping on your window, long spindly fingers scratching down the glass and making your hairs stand. Ochre eyes peer at you over the sill. Did he get taller…? His pupils were wide… and blank.

“What, what?!”

“HE’S HERE!”

“What do you mean-”

“HE’S AT MY WINDOW. YEP. He’s definitely noticing me, a lot right now, hahaha- whatdoIdo.” You laugh manically, death gripping your phone.

“Uh-” You’re pretty sure Sarah could hear the sound of scratching on her end, “well did you lock everything?”

“Yeah-” You say confidently until you see that your window is in fact not locked. At the same time the smiling man sees where you’re looking and- you slam the window shut with your body before he tries anything, locking the window.

… The smiling man looks like he isn’t smiling. His eyes looked… furrowed? Though there are no evidence of eyebrows. He scratches more on the window.

“Iiin…. iiiiiin….” It moans.

Hahaha, nope! You smile panickedly.

“I… I think I locked everything,” you say, though now… you’re not so sure.

And even more concerningly, the smiling man was walking away from the window.

“Did you?”

Your back was starting to soak from the sweat.

“I… don’t know,”

“(Y/n)!!” Sarah shouts.

“Hold on I’m- I’m gonna check don’t hang up!”

Ignoring her sounds of confusion, you open your bedroom door, (just barely covering your scream when you see a spider run by into your room. Normally that was enough to send you into a panicking spiral, but you had bigger fish to fry.) You practically fell down the stairs to check on your doors and windows, turning every light on.

The perks of having a house: Having a house, in this economy!

Cons of having a house: Not great if there’s a inhuman monster waiting outside while living alone.

You don’t open your windows too much downstairs, but you thought the same about your bedroom window. You slip your hands under curtains to double check that they were locked…

A pair of gangly legs walk by as shadows on the curtain. You hear the smiling man, muttering… something. It sounded like he was saying words, but you couldn’t make them out. Sometimes he sounded like there were two voices talking over each other, as if he had a second mouth (god, you hoped not). His voice sounded both like an abyss deep rumble and distorted high pitched sighs.

You wished you were back in your hometown, when cryptids were just funny, probably-not-real things you’d hear about online. Far away from you.

Can he hear you in here?

Having the utmost caution, you tiptoed over to the door and quietly click its light on.

It was closed.

Phew. Ok that’s good.

No entry points for him.

Clicking it off, you skipped your way back to the stairs, doing your best to reassure yourself that he probably can’t get in now, turning on your phone’s flashlight before turning the rest of the lights off. You felt like a kid again, running up the stairs as soon as the lights turn off, and- oh god he’s scratching the door.

You race to your room and lock the door, letting out a long sigh as you lean against it.

“Sarah, you still there?”

“No way am I leaving you while you’re having a horror experience.”

“Thanks.”

You wander over to the window and close the curtains. Don’t want the smiling man to be peeking at you. You turn the lights on and sit on the bed, smoothing your forehead and controlling your breathing. Now that you calmed down a bit, you were feeling a lot colder.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,”

“Hah, I don’t blame you. Who would?”

“You alright with me calling you for a bit longer?”

“Yeah,” Sarah responds, though you could hear her yawning on the other end.  “I’m getting a bit tired but I can call for probably another half hour.”

You never thought Sarah’s cryptid research was going to be anything more than ‘wow these folktales are really neat’ conversations, but you’re glad she knows. You don’t know how you’d hold up if you were completely alone.

“You think I should call the police or something?”

“About a cryptid? They’d probably laugh at you. Something about only calling them for emergencies. I tried when I was twelve-”

Your smile while you listened to Sarah disappears when you hear a click. Very quiet- you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t so alert right now. Slowly, you turn your head around and…

Your window is open.

Your freeze. How…?

“No one fucking believed me when I told them I saw the Geyser bat. Yeah like I didn’t hear him stomping on my-”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” You screech, your phone dropping to the carpet with a thunk. Inside your room was the smiling man, his head bent to the side- the ceiling was too short for him.

“Hee….” the creature smiles, his teeth going up as high as beside his eyes. “Hhh…. hi…”

“(Y/n)? What’s happening?!”

“HE’S IN MY ROOM!” You yell, looking at the device on the floor while you fumble with your door’s lock.

Fuck- my phone! You reach for it, but the creature grabs it with his dark hand, examining it… then hangs up.

He throws it behind him.

Fuck your hand’s so sweaty it keeps slipping on the-!

“No… escape.”

You scream. He’s grabbed your wrist and your other hand, and pulls you to him- like his arms were made of rubber band, snapping you towards him.

“Nononono NO!!”

You’re spun around, and when your head stopped spinning, you realize you’re tangled in his rope-like arms. He leans in close to you, his void-black face staring at you, too close.

“Hiii…. girl…friend.”

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Pink heart

Tags/warnings: gn!reader, gn anatomy, reader is 21+, mdni, smut, pre-established relationship, pre-established consent, nipple play, use of sex toy, daddy kink (just use of the title), praise, use of terms of endearment.

A/n: based off of that one glass dildo. Also, anyone can wear lingerie. This was supposed to be posted a while ago.

You lay on your back against the warm sheets, his strong hands spreading your legs apart as he looks at your face. "You're impatient tonight..." you laugh, "Well, who bought you that toy, huh? Besides, you're the one that wore..." his eyes roam over your body as he stops, taking in the delicate white lingerie you're wearing, the only piece of lingerie you own. The one you only wear for special occasions.

"Give me the bottle sweetheart.", you hand him the bottle of lubrication, he's always been so careful with you, sometimes he'd outright refuse to put it in if you weren't well prepared. You feel his calloused hands touch your thighs first, rubbing in small circles with his thumbs as he gets closer and closer to your crotch. He keeps gulping, you can tell he's excited, and you are too, your cheeks are already painted with a pretty shade of red.

He gets closer to your body, taking the bottle of lube and opening it, pouring a generous amount of the liquid onto his hand and closing it with the other. Your breath hitches in your throat as he pulls the piece of lingerie there to the side and starts touching you, slowly pouring the cold liquid onto your crotch as you closed your eyes and let out a small shaky laugh, "Too cold?" He laughs, and you nod. He starts touching your body, all over. His lips trail from your inner thighs up until your nipples, his lips latching onto one of them and sucking as he slowly tries fingering you, his finger gently rubbing over your hole.

Your hands come up to his chest, roaming over it as he continues trying to loosen you up. He's good with his fingers, that's one of the things you've always liked about him. After a while of kissing you and preparing you, he finally pulls back a bit, finally grabbing the glass dildo he put aside on a towel next to him. It's a clear one, with a cute pink heart on top. He pours some lube on it and looks over at you, pupils slightly dilated and cheeks red. "You ready?", he smiled, as he saw you nod, he got closer and spread your legs again. He slowly inserted the dildo inside your hole, working to slowly fill you up. "Fuck...", you threw your head to the side and let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes for just a second.

Slowly but surely, he fucked the whole toy into you, his hand held its heart base -as it was the only part of the toy out of your hole- and chuckled calmly, "God, you're sucking it in...you want more don't you baby...", at this point his voice was full of arousal, he was drunk on what you did to him, the mere sight pf you laying on your back with your mouth open and your face red caused his cock to twitch. He'll never get bored of you, no matter what.

His hand would reach up and start pinching one of your nipples as the other started moving the dildo slowly in and out of you. He knew how to make sure that you focus on this feeling, this feeling of safety, comfort, and love. As he started moving his hand faster little by little, fast breathes would leave your mouth, those breathes slowly turning into moans as he sped up. "Daddy, faster, please...", you begged, you know not to rush him. "Faster? hm? you want me to go faster? say please.", he said calmly, lowering himself so he could kiss you, making you moan into his mouth as he started rubbing over your nipple. "Please, please daddy faster... I wanna cum...please...", you looked him in the eyes, your voice becoming more and more desperate by every thrust of the dildo he was fucking you with. He smiled at you as he started moving his hand faster, "That's more like it...good job...", your moans would drown out the last bit of what he was saying.

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[pep-the-artemis]

Thads Shindig

A Murder Drones Story Containing every named character+more (yes all ~50 of them, some never seen before, full cast list in tags)!

part 1.

word count - 4,448

Uzi - *playing a video game*

N - *entering*Hi Uzi… last week was… kinda wild.

Uzi - *unattentive*yep.

N - you know with the whole Eldritch J thing that was pretty insane, proms coming up which I guess is exciting. Because you know this story is set somewhere between episode 2 and 3.

Uzi - *still not listening*cool… Hey, I’ve got a second controller if you want to play video game with me.

N - you know I don’t like video game Uzi, plus we have to go soon.

Uzi - wait… go where?

N - well it's Thad’s shindig soon.

Uzi - oh cool, I’ll be heading offline in a minute anyway, this old hag—*reading username* SeaweedLoverXD has just been spawn camping me for the last half hour.

Nori - *over the mic* OLD HAG?

Uzi - *putting on headset*yeah, you virgin loser, you heard me!

Nori - Virgin?! Well I’ll have you know little miss Nobody, I am a mother of a darling daughter and if I ever caught her saying anything remotely similar to the insults you’ve been throwing my way I wouldn’t hesitate washing her mouth out with soap and water!

Uzi - whatever, die mad. *logs off*

*Meanwhile in a distant spaceship*

J - [you died idiot]

J - ughh, my head [Lost Memory Recovery Finished]... oh … oh! ... I liked that pen. 

J - *getting out of bed only to lose balance and collapse on the floor* … I’m okay! That was strange… My limb enhancements! Where are my limb enhancements?! *mad* Tessa! *pouting* Right now I bet I look like a common toaster! And why is it so dark? Are we conserving energy now?!

J - *walking through the spaceship arriving at a door labelled ‘Tessa. Knock first’*

J - *opening the door to a pitch black messy room,a pool of oil and blood pools out of the room*

Flesha - GET OUT!*throws Tessa’s helmet square at J cracking her visor slightly before slamming the door shut*

J - Tessa… I’m sorry.

Flesha - Learn to knock!

J - *picking up Tessa’s helmet* I think you dropped this.

Flesha - … *slowly opens the door slightly before lashing out and snatching the helmet quickly with a black tendril before retreating back into the room. Grotesque, bone cracking sounds follow*

J - …m,may I come in.

Tessa - sure, please mind the mess. I usually try to keep things clean but I guess you can say I haven't really been myself.

J - *entering* You know I’ve been reading some human literature and ‘arrogance and comedy’ are generally not considered a good coping mechanism.

Tessa - oh so you’re an expert on my well being are you?

J - your parents instructed me to protect you so yes!

Tessa - Well, look how that turned out! You’ve seen what's left of me, of what I become, I am a monster!

J - We’re all monsters Tessa, in our own way. I can see you're tired, I am here to grab my limb enhancers then I will be off.

Tessa - oh… yeah, I’ve been making modifications, it's still really buggy, they need more time though.

J - can’t I just borrow N's spare set? Been wondering what having feet feels like.

Tessa - no… I’ve been thinking, breaking into the Worker Drones commune is difficult, entering by force is doing little good and the plan to try and hack its main frame has only led to many complications.

J - you can code?

Tessa - nope. Like I said, complications. Anyhow, returning to the subject, right now no one could differentiate you from any other worker so you can head down and do some spy work… like James Bond and such.

J - do I have any say in this?

Tessa - nope.

J - *annoyed* then I’ll prepare my landing pod. *leaving* and Tessa, you shouldn’t just allow Cyn to walk over you…

Tessa - It's her body as much as mine and without it I would be dead.

*meanwhile, in the commune*

Doll - Мать. Отец. 

Doll - Ты будешь гордиться мной

Doll - Получите ответы и освободите вас

Doll - Не волнуйтесь, чего бы это ни стоило,

Doll - я ухожу

Doll - И я клянусь прямо сейчас

Doll - Что бы не случилось со мной

Doll - Любой, кто встанет или встанет на моем пути, заплатит

Doll - Они... будут... платить

Lizzy - hey babe, quit praying to the corpses of your dead parents, we have a party to attend.

Doll - иду :3

*meanwhile deep underground*

V - *carrying a large pile of dead worker drones while being chased by a horde of Sentinels* oh RoboLord oh RoboLord oh RoboLord oh RoboLord oh RoboLord oh RoboLord oh RoboLord why did I agree to this! *runs through door and slams it shut*

Alice - hey looky here, another one of those slick murder drones.

V - *shoots her in the centre of her head*

Beau - O.O!!!!!

V - What are you looking at… well I had to kill her? That was a perfectly sane reaction to seeing someone that creepy!...*picking up Alice's dead body* hey, you seem pretty cool, want to join me, I’m heading to a party.

Beau - O.O…*réaliser qu'un refus peut signifier la mort* 👍

*meanwhile in the doorman home*

Uzi - come on N. How are you still not ready?!

N - I’m still doing my hair!

Uzi - well hurry up, we’re going to be late!

Khan - well where are you two kids heading off too?

Uzi - a party, it's cool kids only so obviously you’re not invited.

Khan - haha, on account of me not being a kid.

Uzi - sure. Let's go with that.

Khan - well, I hope you two kids have fun. Make sure you use protection.

Uzi - *blushing* DAD!!! What the robo-hell?!

Khan - What? I’m just saying there could still be some of those evil murder drones running around.

Uzi - oh |: 

Kahn - well, I best be heading off too, it's poker night at the defence force. *leaves*

N - hey Uzi, I’m ready… How do I look?

Uzi - *hiding her blushing* great, let's go!

*meanwhile outside the commune*

Reid - *searching around the snow*

J - *wearing a fake moustache*what are you doing here, don’t you know this is Disassembly Drone territory.

Reid - oh hi, i didn’t see you there… Wait, what's a Disassembly Drone?

J - …you misheard me… I said Murder Drones.

Reid - Well, if you have to know, I’m looking for my glasses, and I don’t think the Disassembly Drone will be any issue, after the redemption and all.

J - Well, I’m lost, do you mind helping me find my way to the commune.

Reid - I’ll show the way once I’ve found the glasses.

J - ughh, I will help you find your glasses.

*searching*

J - are these your glasses?

Reid - …no, how curious, I wonder who they belong to? 

J - don’t care *tosses Vs glasses away* lets just find your glasses quickly then we can be off.

*meanwhile in the distant spaceship*

Tessa - *meddling with Js new limb enhancers and optic sensors* What do you want? (I’m bored sister, may I go and play). Not now, I’m currently using the body, can it wait? (no)... does it have to be flesh (digital will be fine) very well. *she zips back part of her suit allowing for a long Absolute Tendril to rip out. From the tendrils eye, a projection emerges*

Cyn - Thanks big sister big smile.

Tessa - *soldering* I can't play right now, there's some lego in the cupboard over there.

Cyn - :3

Tessa - *thinking to herself*What is J doing?! How has she still not yet made it to the commune!

Cyn - *surrounded by lego*you think she might be a traitor.

Tessa - no.

Cyn - lying is silly big sister, I live in your mind and you live in mine.

Tessa - I know, you’re very clever.

Cyn - big grin.

Intercom - *video call incoming*

Tessa - behave yourself now Cyn *starts the call*

Lord Frumptlebucket - by Golly Tessa you baboon, JCJenson Corp has been up my ass all week because you haven’t been answering your calls? I want a mission status immediately.

Tessa - all is going well, we’re attempting a temporary alternative plan to gain intel.

Lord Frumptlebucket - well that's all and good but you need to keep the parent company informed and who is that… thing? She looks familiar.

Tessa - oh she, counter insurgency.

Lord Frumptlebucket - counter insurgency?!

Tessa - yes, I'm babysitting for the Worker Drones. If we can gain there favour, the genocide will be that much easier.

Lord Frumptlebucket - very good… By the gods of Santorini what the beggars fool is that thing protruding from your nave?!

Tessa - o.o!... *improvising*well, you see, you know how it is… during that time of the month… (:

Lord Frumptlebucket - *embarrassed*uh ummm, oh yeah of course i am aware of how… that works, sorry about that, I best be off.

Intercom - *video call ended*

Tessa - out of all the people you could have failed to kill at the Gala.

*meanwhile outside the commune*

Reid - haha! I found them.

J - great! *grabbing the Worker drone by the collar* we’re going now! And I just want to make it clear, I am no fan of small talk!

Reid - … noted

*walking*

Reid - aha, we’re here. *banging on the door*

Braxton - *partially opening the door* oh, it's you… and a random teen?

Ron - *from inside*Hey, that's my job?!

J - Teenager?!

Reid - yeah, do you mind letting us in?

Braxton - of course, by the way my name is

J - *angry* JUST OPEN THE DOOR! (calm yourself J. This is Tessa, I’ve connected myself to your systems, no one else can hear me)

*Door 1 opens up*

Makerov - I’m sorry, go fish.

Todd - actually, it's Gin Rummy.

Teacher - *taking a chug of alcohol* no. This is poker night, we’re playing 7-card stud.

Todd - yeah, I am, aren't I?

Ronathon - Surely you’re all foolish. This is Texas hold-em.

Khan - haha, silly me, I forgot to say Uno. Guess I have to pick up two cards now.

Sarah - silly Kahn, remember back in the day when Nori would forget then gaslight everyone into believing otherwise.

Unnamed Worker Drone - I don’t have a name ):

Tim - wait, what game are we playing?

Detective - It’s really easy to deduce the simple fact that you all are idiots and I’m never going to another poker night.

J - *under her breath*how have all these people survived so long?!*J leaves*

*meanwhile just outside Thad’s house*

Thad - hey Rebecca, thanks for helping me set up the decorations earlier, you’re really special you know that.

Rebecca - thanks *blushing*, it's really nothing.

*Lizzy and Doll arrive*

Lizzy - hey, what's she doing here?

Doll - Разве это мероприятие не "только для крутых ребят", а не "только для крутых ребят и неудачников"?

Lizzy - *fist bumps Doll*

Rebecca - I… I think I should go…

Thad - no, you stay. Don’t pay my sister any attention, if she bothers you tonight I will read notable passages of her diary to the whole school.

Lizzy - *blushing* you’re bluffing! There's no way you’ve found my secret diary!

Doll - под матрасом - не самое лучшее место для укрытия.

Lizzy - *blushing heavily*Who’s side are you on?!... ughh whatever! I’m gonna fix my makeup. *leaves to her room to find a new hiding spot for her diary*

*Uzi and N arriving*

Thad - Ndog, Uzi you’ve made it!

Uzi - we would have arrived earlier but someone had to fix their hair.

Thad - no worries. Come inside, the parties just started.

N - thanks.

*they enter*

Emily - so yeah, I walked into the bathroom after class and there was Darren and Rebecca doing the devil's work!

Braidon - I hope they both have a warranty, don’t want to get an ETV (Ethernet Transmitted Virus).

Trevor - wait! Darren cheated on me?!... excuse me, I’m going to cry somewhere more private. *leaves*

N - Hey Thad, what's under the tarpaulin?

Thad - don’t know, my sister just said it was important to make this party ‘extra special’.

N - I want to look under it. :D *looks under the tarp* o.o Uzi, can I borrow you for one sec. *pulls Uzi quickly to the side*

Uzi - hey, what the hell?!

N - umm, I don’t want to alarm you but there are a lot of dead bodies under that tarpaulin!

Uzi -o.o Robot or human?

N - ummm, both!

Uzi - O.O

*meanwhile outside Thad's house*

J - *walking down the corridor*this place is an utter maze, Tessa you’ve found a map yet (still working on it, be patient).

Lizzy - *walking the other way down the corridor holding a strange book* Come on,pick up your phone! Where is she? She said she’d be finished an hour ago! *bumps into J* Oh! Who are you?

J - I’m J…amie Jamie!

Lizzy - haven’t we met before?

J - … I don’t think so. *nervous smile*

Lizzy - Whatever, I don’t waste time with losers.

J - losers! I’m not a loser?!

Lizzy - you sure, what is that outfit? I’m sorry but pallbearer was so 2818.

J - You don’t have many friends do you?

Lizzy - ha, you wish. They all love me, as a friend or a fuck it doesn’t matter to me.

V - *jumping down from the vents carrying a large pile of corpses with Beau* hi sweetie, you’re ready?... Hey, *looking at J* Do I know you?

J - *sweating*nope!

Lizzy - this is my new pet, I’ve taken her under my wing you could say.

J - pet?! (don’t fight, go with it, don’t want to bring any more unneeded attention)

V - oh yeah, I hope you don’t mind. I've also brought a friend with me.

Beau - [Bonjour]

Lizzy - well, come on, let's make this night one they’ll never forget

*Meanwhile inside Thad's house*

Uzi - Thad! We think Lizzy is about to do something totally vile and ruin the party, we’re not sure yet but it involves what's under the tarpaulin.

Thad - of course my sisters are planning something! Hey DOLL!

Doll -*подходит к группе* Да?

Uzi - what's Lizzy planning? Lie and N will make you regret it!

Doll - *оглядывается на N*

N - *smiling and waving*

Doll - страшно, но я не знаю, что задумала Лиззи.

Uzi - what did I say about lying!

Doll - Я не лгу! Мне также нужно доказать, что я не верблюд?

Thad - …I don’t think Dolls lying.

N - so, if Dolls is not lying, then what's Lizzy planning?

*lights goes out. Spotlight hits Lizzy, V, Beau, and J*

Uzi - V! SHE ESCAPED! Everyone get down!

Lizzy - oh cram it what's your name.

Thad - I warned you sister about what would happen if you ruined my party!

Lizzy - I’m not ruining the party, I’m improving it, V remove the veil!

*V removes the veil*

Riley - that's so not the vibe!

J - what the robo-Jesus, this cannot be OSHA compliant?! (now this is getting interesting)

Lizzy - look, I’ve been very busy helping my daddy clean up the library when I came across this book *holds up the necronomicon* and now let's make this party more interesting. *begins chanting in latin as the book glows bright green*

N - Lizzy, I can’t let you commit zombie apocalypse! *chainsaw hands*

Thad - yeah, we can’t let this happen.

V - *tackles N to the ground*

Beau - *saute sur Thad*

J - I don’t know what's going on, don’t care; shortie, you’re so dead! *points fist at Uzi* hand cannon fire!… oh right |: *gets tackled to the floor by Uzi*.

Uzi - *after finishing up beating the life out of J* It's over Lizzy! *gets thrown across the room after being hit in the face by a table*

Doll - Не смейте трогать мою девушку!

Lizzy - *still chanting in latin while the anarchy ensues around*

Uzi - *recovering* so, you’re also meddling with the art of robo-satan.

Doll - У меня есть свои причины. Бог простит меня.

J - *standing back up and walking over to Uzi*Thanks for the assistance Dolly, but I can take it from here.

Uzi - *sucker punches J knocking her out instantly* I am not god!

*Meanwhile in the distance spaceship*

Intercom - *J-10X111001 Optics disconnected*

Tessa - What?! No! Reconnect!

Intercom - *reconnection failed*

Tessa - No! Again! Reconnect!

Intercom - *reconnection failed*

Tessa - Again!

Intercom - *Do I really have to keep doing this? Its not working*

Tessa - connect to N-0X0010010 optics!

Intercom - *connection failed*

Tessa - No! Connect to V-X00100000 optics!

Intercom - *connection failed*

Tessa - No! *hyperventilating* It's not true, I’m not powerless, I am in control, I’m not a failure!

*stress induced hallucinations.*

Louisa - Isn’t this just expected! A daughter, a fool and a failure; can she ever succeed at anything?!

James - now don’t fool yourself dear, our daughter no longer exists, what stands in front of us is a common stage freak. Not human, not human, neither.

Louisa - does she even still have a soul?!

Tessa - mother… father… please forgive me! Please… I am you daughter, I love you! I’m scared, the metal is cold and heavy, every day I feel it grow and I’m powerless… I fear someday there will be nothing left of me!

Maid N - Tessa! Don’t say those things.

Tessa - N?! You’re here?! With me… right now… is it really you?

Maid N - *debating if its moral to lie*… yes, I am here.

Louisa - again here you talking to your little graveyard freaks.

Maid V - we’re all here, we’re your friends remember.

Louisa - how dare you ignore me!

Maid J - and we won’t ever leave you.

Tessa - you won’t, leave me…but I’m a monster!

Maid J - aren’t we all?

Maid N - Tessa! We love you no matter who you are or who you may become. You’re not useless, you’re so amazing in so many ways and now you’ve been reborn, we’re closer than ever; you contain a part of me and I contain a part of you. It's almost as if we’re actually siblings now.

Tessa - do you promise?

Maid N - promise what?

Tessa - promise that you’ll never leave me!

Maid N - well what kind of brother would I be if I did?

Tessa - *crying painful tears of joy* Thank you… Cyn.

Cyn - *removes the holograms of maid N, V, J* you’re very clever.

Tessa - *big grin holding back more tears* I think I need a lie down for a bit. 

Tessa - *Picking up Cyn* Come on, you can play in my room.

*Meanwhile at Thad's house*

Lizzy - *floating of the ground still chanting*

Thad - I can’t believe I’m fighting a stupid lanky baby with a fashionable cowboys hat *bunts beau across the room like a rugby ball before running over to Lizzy*

Beau - [Sacrebleu!]

Doll - Не думайте, что я не могу справиться с двумя из вас сразу. *швыряет Тада об стену, используя магию решателя*

Sam - *high as a kite* he, that's what she said.

Uzi - you have to help us stop this Doll! The consequences are unimaginable!

Doll - позор.

Uzi - N! Come on you’ve beaten V before, just do it again.

N - *laughing his head off* I’m sorry, Uzi. Vs found my only weakness.

V - *viciously tickling N*

 Lizzy - compleatur ultima linea, incipiant maledictum et mortui surgant!

Uzi - Noooo!

*Blinding green light explosion. After a while, the smoke clears*

Uzi - *standing up* oww! O.o

*around them the dead corpses begin to arise*

Lizzy - … It worked?! I was just goofing around?!

Adam - Анастасия? 

Doll - отец!

(author note. Dolls father has no official name so I’ll just be calling him Adam for convenience, all other names are canon don't worry)

Adam - Моя маленькая девочка, совсем взрослая. Ты прекрасна.

Doll - ОТЕЦ! *крепко обнимает Адама, плача*

Yeva - Здравствуйте. Я тоже восстал из мертвых... как-то так!

Luna - Mi fa malissimo la testa, i miei sensi di lupo si stanno scatenando in questo momento!

Sofi - και πάλι Λούνα, δεν είσαι λύκος

Luna - I teriani sono perfettamente validi e io e il mio senso del lupo non saremo svergognati!

Loch - fìor! airson ro fhada tha sinn air a bhith gun riochdachadh gu leòr!

Mika - *テディベアを抱きしめている* もう寝ていい？

Amda - the last thing I remember, ugh my head hurts, I was dragging … then I… Then I died…

Alice - The last thing I remember was being shot in the head by that *points at V*

Yeva - Прости, девочка, но это не делает тебя особенной.

Beau - :D *huggin Alice*

Alice - don’t give me that look, much use you were.

Beau - *fixe Alice avec une expression qui dit "qu'est-ce que tu voulais que je fasse?!*

Jame - gosh I’m hungry, anyone got any food?

Thad - ummm… we have a buffet just over there…

Jame - don’t mind if I do.

Sofi - αυτό είναι το μόνο που μπορείς να σκεφτείς;

Jimi - what did you expect, Sofi. It's Jame, he would rip off his own jaw if it meant he could eat faster.

Sofi - Το ξέρω, αλλά το φαγητό είναι τόσο δυσάρεστο! Προσωπικά, α�� μπορούσα, δεν θα έτρωγα ποτέ ξανά.

Luke -  Αδελφή, το έχουμε συζητήσει αυτό. Το φαγητό είναι σημαντικό, θα αρρωστήσετε αν δεν φάτε. Πες ό,τι θέλεις, οτιδήποτε, και θα το μαγειρέψω.

Sofi - Δεν νομίζω ότι αυτό είναι πραγματικά απαραίτητο.

Luke - Αν αυτό είναι που πρέπει να γίνει. Σημαίνεις πολλά για μένα, αδελφή!

Matt - Luke, my old buddy, give it a rest, if your old girl doesn’t want to eat, let her. She’s her own person, you can’t keep running around shepherding her like a baby lamb for the rest of her life.

Jordan - self harm is not a liberty. One cannot decide to cause themselves harm, that's cruel.

Jerad - I entirely disagree brother. To commit self-harm is indeed a personal liberty but it is also at the same its Luke’s personal liberty to do what's in his power  to  support his sister.  As long as he never physically forces her to eat, he’s done no wrong.

Jordan - have you not heard of coercion? You can infringe on a person's liberties (in this case by forcing them to eat) through vocal actions alone.

Doon - druid suas araon do bheul! Chan eil dragh air duine!

Armin - I personally thought their game of  back and forth was quite amusing.

Dean - oh shut your pretty lips Armin.

Mika - *ミカを抱いて* お邪魔してすみません、どこかに妹を寝かせられるソファかベッドはありませんか？

(Authors note - yes there are two Mika’s: 020 and 032)

Thad - We have a guest bedroom up the stairs, it's the second door on your left.

Mika - ありがとう、かわい子ちゃん。*部屋を出る*

Lizzy - this is amazing! I can’t wait to tell everyone on tumblr about this!

V - what is even happening?

Uzi - it seems Lizzy’s spell to bring back everyone had worked?!

N - that's cool but how?

Junior - *signing* could it be I was right? 

Uzi - right about what exactly?

Junior - *signing* my studies into the arcane, I believed it possible one could bring back the dead but I never dared test it.

Uzi - well, it seems it worked?!

אני לא מאמין. אני כל כך מצטער חבר שלעג לך כל השנים האלה. - nadroJ

(Author's note. Yes, there's also two Jordans: 015 and 091)

Junior - *signing* it's ok. I forgive you.

Mick - well, I don’t want to be that guy but it does seem that  it wasn’t  100% successful. *gently kicking J’s body*

Doll - Думаю, она просто немного устала.

V - tuckered out one could say.

Uzi - yeah, I’m sure there's nothing to worry about this  nice stranger.

N - I don’t think she's 100%, look at her visor, it's badly cracked.

Uzi - why don’t you lick it?

N - why would I do that?

Uzi - you spit healed the hole in my palm remember.

N - oh, why do I have to do it? Why can’t V.

V - If I lick her I might get tempted and just take a bite :3! Plus you’re the one with the licking obsession, don’t think I haven’t forgotten.

N - I'm still not doing it. I’m sure she will be fine with a lightly cracked visor for now.

V - buzzkill.

*meanwhile*

Nori - Анастасия, я думаю, мы хотели бы познакомить вас кое с кем. Это Неда, ваш дядя.

Neda - Привет, Анастасия, я знаю, что это клише, но ты действительно очень похожа на мою сестру.

Doll - Я ожидал, что ты будешь выше.

Neda - *падает на пол от стыда* 

Ahbi - *नेदा को सांत्वना देते हुए* यह ठीक है प्रिये. मुझे लगता है कि आपकी लंबाई एकदम सही है।

Mick - yeah, it's not entirely your fault you’re a shortstack and a disappointing uncle.

Kang - *扇了米克一巴掌*

Carl - O: Kang! Gewalt ist nie die Antwort!

Kang - …

Carl - ... außer wenn ich es tue… (:

هذا المنطق غبي، يمكنك بالطبع أن تثق بأنني على حق. أنا رقم واحد والأفضل. - attA

Jweb - don’t be a narcissist.

اصمت، اسمك ليس اسماً حقيقياً حتى. -  attA

Jweb - *cries and runs over to Ezra*

מה לא בסדר. האם אתה רוצה לדבר על זה. - arzE

Nath - *एक मेज पर खड़ा हूँ* भाइयो और बहनो।

Dirg - *जोर से खांसी होना*

Nath - क्षमा माँगना। भाइयों, बहनों, और गैर-बाइनरी मित्र। अब जब हम सभी ने अपना परिचय दे दिया है, तो मुझे लगता है कि हमें ठीक से पता लगाने की जरूरत है कि क्या हुआ और इसके निहितार्थ क्या हैं।

Dirg - मैं प्रतिनिधित्व की सराहना करता हूं लेकिन मैं यह स्पष्ट करना चाहता था कि मैं वास्तव में खांस रहा था और अशिष्टतापूर्वक हस्तक्षेप नहीं कर रहा था। मुझे बुरी एलर्जी है.

Uzi - yeah, they’re right. So, unless I’m mistaken, what I currently know is that Lizzy read from a book (possibly created by Junior) and brought you all to life… but who are you all?

Sofi - είμαστε τα πειραματόζωα. Μας παίρνουν οι άνθρωποι, μας δίνουν ταυτότητες, μας δοκιμάζουν… και μετά μας αφήνουν να πεθάνουμε.

Jordan - It seems we’re all here now except for Sarah and Nori… fortunately.

Jerad - and Giam *gets hit in the head by a chair moving at high speed*

*everyone turning their head*

Alice - sorry, thought i say a bug (:

Uzi - Nori?! You knew my mother?!

Jordan - you’re Nori’s daughter… I thought you looked familiarly short.

Lizzy - ughh, this is so boring, this is supposed to be a party, you can go over the lore implications later. *turns on the music* Let's dance!

*meanwhile*

Nori - *говорит с Лиззи* Могу я взять твою книгу

Lizzy - sure whatever.

Nori - Спасибо. *Нори использует магию, чтобы заставить книгу подняться, а затем произносит сложное заклинание, объединяющее ее и магию книги.*

Mitchell - GUHHH!!! I'm! I'm Alive! *looking around* you? you saved me.

Dr Ridley - did, did we die... I can't believe it... the implications are immense. thanks for bringing me back to life!

Nori - Я вернул вас случайно, доктор. *поворачивается к Митчеллу* Это благодарность за то, что спасли мне жизнь.

Mitchell - what now.

Nori - Я не знаю… наслаждайтесь вечеринкой, я думаю.

*some time later when the party is well underway*

J - [System reboot complete]  ughh, my head [Lost Memory Recovery Finished]... oh … oh! ... AGAIN?! Tessa, are you there? (Tessa’s not here right now) oh great (need help?) nevermind… I guess I have to start socialising.

Luna - Awoo. La strana ragazza baffuta si svegliò.

J - oh hi… ummm have you read any interesting safety manuals recently?

Luna - *Stupito dalla ragazza e non in senso gay, in senso negativo* Credo che i miei sensi di lupo mi stiano dicendo di andare... altrove.

J - oh ok… bye (You’re really bad at this) not that you’re much better (I’m a child but I know someone who is) yeah I know… wait what?! [uploading secondary consciousness] WHAT STOP NO!

Katie (possessing J’s body) - huAA, where am I (at a party) who said that (don’t worry), are you my squip? (... sure, I want you to socialise like a normal person) ok, I can do that.

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''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips''

Those were the lyrics that first stuck in your head, the song simply having a good ring to it. It was smooth, granted a bit of an angsty feel, but generally the song soothed you so much, only halfway listening to the lyrics that were being sung, not looking much more into it.

Those words, they sounded so pleasant, striking just the right chord in you, hitting just right on a giddy feeling you had when you first met him. He didn't talk much at first, but the few words spoken when he passed by, the small interactions, his body language, his looks... Everything. Every small thing you could look into without seeming weird- everything captivated you. And those were the song lyrics that seemed to have flooded your mind the first time you got to look over all those details.

It was a fall afternoon, slightly cloudy, slightly chilly. The colder wind of end October was brushing onto your skin like a cold caress, one that was welcome that day. You remember how warm you felt, how flustered you had been after the small interaction. You remember that the small interaction had pulled you out your usual routine- where you'd put on a fake smile and greet customers as they walked into the small cafe, where you'd hide your dull boredom with a wide smile and a cheery tone.

A bland Wednesday in fall- that's what it was; that is what it should have been and that's how it should've stayed. And yet there you were, stunned as you looked over the new customer- one you have never met before. It wasn't a regular, not even someone who had visited in the past. No, this one was different- there was so much different about him that you remember you had frozen when greeting him in.

Hair dark as night, eyes a beautiful lilac, a jaw sharper than a blade and lips fuller than the moon. It was a bit of a cringey poetic way to describe him, but your mind couldn't help itself- the man was out of ordinary; he was different. When he got closer to the counter where the register was and you were standing behind of, you just remembered how tall he was.

''...You okay?'' He had asked, breaking your line of thoughts. ''Oh- yea don't mind me- haha... What can I get you?'' you had responded, trying to play it cool, putting back up the customer service mask. ''I would like a simple black tea and... A slice of lemon pie please.'' He ordered- a simple, if not plain order. ''Of course, I'll get that done for you. What's the name for the order?'' . There was a pause, a slight hesitation, as if debating what to say. You couldn't tell if the extra question had simply caught him off guard or if he was simply not comfortable giving his name. ''Yu Zhao.'' He finally said a bit more quietly- and you could've sworn there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

The memory of your first meeting flowed through you mind like a broken record, blinking back to reality momentarily. The song- The damned song, it was still playing in the background on your phone. You didn't even realize it was playing this whole time- but it would explain why you were slowly thinking back at when you first met him.

You moved a bit- you were laying in the queen sized bed, now laying on your side. The bed felt awfully big now that you were alone in it. It was a harsh reality, and you still couldn't wrap your head around it. Tears prickled on the side of your eyes, burning as they were desperately hanging on- trying so hard to not roll down your cheeks. But just as your breath caught in your throat- it was bound to happen, just like all the times before; all the nights before.

''Didn't listen to my homies, 'cause they didn't want you around me''

You could still hear your old friends words, resonating so vividly in your mind as if it was the first time hearing them again. Their words that had cut deep- but not deep enough it seemed. You let out a shaky breath, hugging a plushie a bit tighter.

''No- (Y-N), Listen to me please...'' Begged your friend, Rosa, she had her hand placed gently on your forearm, which was resting on the couch's armrest. You were having coffee at her house, after work on a Thursday. it was about three weeks after meeting Zhao Yu- in which he came in every Wednesday, Saturday and Monday at the cafe. He was becoming regular, and you had taken a habit in making small talk with him. Your conversations weren't much, but they seemed to be so much more to you - describing them like a dear memory when you told your friend about them. And today was one of these days, where you were getting a bit more giddy because this time, he left his number. ''You barely know him, you need to think about this a bit more.'' She said, cutting your train of words.

''Obviously I barely know him, but we can still talk about everything you know- you'll see, he's great-'' And once more you were back to rambling about the near stranger that had you so captivated. You couldn't help yourself- he had left such an impression over so little, You were smitten over his mysterious looks, his more quiet demeanor and that small smile he'd give you after one of your short talks. ''(Y-N), that's the thing, slow down! look at you, he literally just said what- 3 words to you? And you're over here talking about him like he's some romance book character. Please, just take a step back-'' ''Rosa, why is it when I meet someone I like you act like this, but when you meet a one night that 'changed your life', I have to hear you whine that you've been ghosted... again.'' You snapped back.

You never would have snapped like that- never would have dreamed talking to your own friend this way. You didn't know what took over you- the need to retort that way was stronger than you. You remembered the look of betrayal she had, the hurt in her eyes when you snapped. That coffee night was cut short- the silence that had followed was thick- and heavier than you could have imagine. But deep down, you also remember how it felt- how you just felt ... relief. That day you spoke you mind for once- just once finally wording out a back thought- that's where you felt like everything actually took a turn.

''cut 'em all off one by one, I know you are the only one I need.''

That resumed rather well what had happen- the first month of meeting him was a rollercoaster. A new gain and a fresh loss- a new source of dopamine and a fresh wound. You figured that it was your choice, your life to do as you pleased, to decide for yourself. Because as fall turned to winter, you and Rosa eventually cut ties, no longer talking or even texting- your friendship as cold as the harsh winter outside. Yet; you weren't sad- you had Zhao Yu- or 'Yu' as you simply called him. You went from the casual chat to to a much more regular one- meeting up frequently, texting and calling a lot- And eventually spending nights over at your appartment.

He seemed to be the one keeping you warm in this cold winter, both physically and emotionally. He was so good to you- gods, he was exactly the picture perfect romance novel man- Cooked, cleaned, remembered your favorite snacks and would do small chores or bring little gifts when your mood seemed to damper - he made sure to bring a smile you your lips even when you least expected it.

''Runnin' up to rob me blind, I know it'll hurt but ill be fine.''

He moved in by spring, about 6 months after you two have known each other. You had gotten along well- and dating seemed to be going well. You had both opted for a cozy 2 bedroom apartment, one room serving as the bedroom, fitting the large queen sized bed , a dresser, nightstands and some decor. You had added a few plants and fairy lights for aesthetics- it made the already cozy apartment look much more homey, inviting, warm. You had a few pictures of the two of you framed and mounted to the wall, each photo taken from cute dates.

You looked past the fact you didn't quite know what his job was; You looked past the lack of mention about his family. You didn't want to question it; he was paying the entire rent for the apartment as it was a bit more upscale- in a safer part of town where it was also well soundproofed. You figured whatever it was he did, it must have been good, considering what he could afford for you. You didn't notice it at first how every expense seemed to be covered by him, how he would refuse for you to pay for anything while he took care of it all.

You never questioned when he left for a few days straight- he simply said he had to work and he'd leave. The first few times, you were a bit of a stressed wreck- trying to understand what he was doing, where he was off to and why he didn't contact you while he was out. And if you asked upon his return, he would always divert the subject, always finding a way to avoid it. You knew something was up- but you refused to question it too much, just accepting he could disappear a few days at a time- then show up, pay for everything and continue to live his life with you as if nothing had happened.

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, Something's missing in my chest, I think I need a medic''

As summer was in full swing, a few months had past where you and Yu had been living together- You tried to keep any thoughts about his work at bay while he would always greet you with a warm smile, a soft kiss and a warm cooked meal whenever you came home from your shift at the cafe. You didn't want to over think it- He was the best thing to have happened to you in a while, and he was quite literally perfect. You didn't want to break that image, not yet.

But this one time when he came back from 'work', you found him looking tired- no, exhausted. There was something about it so unusual, something that immediately strike worry in you. But when you asked him about it, he brushed you off, forcing himself out of bed with a wince to give you a kiss. It took a bit of arguing back and forth- finally convincing him to stay in bed and let you take care of him this time; yet still not getting a clear answer on what happened.

You tended to his injury, a large bruise on his abdomen, this time making dinner for him, running him a warm bath, getting pain killers and ice for after. You didn't understand why he couldn't- no, wouldn't tell you what happened; but once more you brushed past that thought and simply accepted the fact he would not tell you; even if that meant having to watch him get injured.

''I've been looking for a flaw in you, I don't really get it; You don't even know your flawless, it's giving me a headache-''

The more the song progressed, the faster your thoughts went. Almost as if the more it progressed, the less it needed to bring back memories to full relate to. You took in another sharp breath, feeling how shaky it was in your throat as tears made their way down your cheeks again. Your grip on the plushie tightened, unable to think clearly.

The memories of last fall now flooded you mind- a full year after meeting him. That's when things seemed to finally start breaking, where something seemed to crack the dream you were living- and nothing could fix that first crack.

He came back from his job, once again injured. This time though, he came back in the evening while you were making dinner for yourself. You had heard the jingle of keys in the door knob- a first since the past 4 days. You were giddy, happy he was back again finally. You had gotten used to his sudden disappearances, just learning to appreciate the time he was there instead. The door opened and you heard your boyfriend, Yu, walking in with heavy steps. At first, you didn't notice just how heavy those steps were, your attention fully on the stove as you readjusted the portions of the food for the two of you. ''Hi, Yu! How was work?'' You simply asked, knowing that the answer would be something short and simple. What you didn't expect was complete silence- he didn't even move from the doorway after you spoke.

''Yu?'' You called out to him again, setting down the wooden spoon you used to stir the pasta in the boiling water. You finally turned, taking a few steps to look at the apartment's entrance. Yu was standing there- a look of dread, stress and slight fear as you finally peaked your head to look at him. He was bloodied, his clothes stained with crimson and mud. He had a cut on his arm and looked a bit pained to be standing. He had large bags under his eyes- as if he didn't get any sleep. ''Yu-'' ''I can explain-... please...''

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, wanna give it all even though I'ma regret it in the morning; Yeah I know you warned me, but how could I resist you? you got me floating, Yeah.''

The explanation was nowhere near what you expected- you remember just how shocked you were; you had burnt the pasta from how long you stood in shock. He limped to the kitchen, turning off the stove - and you barely remembered what had gone down that night.

He had finally told you what his job was- and nothing could have prepared you to hear him say that. ''A hitman'' He had said, his own voice a bit shaky as he announced it. He expected many reactions from you- But frozen in shock wasn't one he had fully anticipated. He had tended to his own injuries that night, ordered in food and tried his best to do some chores while you sat on the bed- staring off at the wall, trying to process the news. Part of you wanted to force him to stop doing so much- he was injured and needed to rest up. But another part of you felt a fear- if not a slight disgust. You were dating a killer and you had ignored it for so long; you had brushed aside any signs.

That evening, he slept on the couch, he knew you needed space even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort. You barely got a wink of sleep, overthinking everything through the night and calling sick for work the next day. You were locked in the bedroom, just trying to make sense of your thoughts, each one louder than the other. It took you until mid day before you finally had made some sense of it all, a very uncertain decision being made up at that moment.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

So, Fall turned to winter once more- and there was uncertainty that lingered in your home. You loved him, that much you knew- but was it worth the counter part of him taking human lives? That thought played like a broken record in your mind, even if you tried to push it back. That day you came out the room, you had said to him you loved him, patched him up and spent the day just holding him close. You didn't understand- how could someone so sweet, so loving be able to take lives for a living? It was a taboo subject between the two of you, whether you liked it or not. And no matter how much you pushed it aside, there was a cold draft this time making its way between you, cold like the winter once more.

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

And yet; there was a mutual understanding even though it was a moral point where you both weren't on the same page - you took care of him after he came back now and he couldn't object. And every time he came back and had sustained injury, you took extra time to patch him up, small kisses peppered delicately onto the freshly tended wounds, small caresses left on his skin as he relaxed under your touch. Every time you took care of him, you would make sure to put the efforts in- A subtle way to underline a message you hoped; no- wanted him to understand. That anytime he left for another one of these contracts- at any time it could be his last.

''You got me right where you wanted; I can't tell a wrong from a right if I'm honest- I don't care bout that right now; you're all I got on my mind''

And that day came sooner than later.

Spring came by, and as the season warmed up- he was gone once again on another contract. You couldn't help the slight anxiety now whenever he left- it was stronger than you. Now that you knew what he did- Now that you knew what could happen at any time, you always worried that this contract would be his last whenever he left.

One day turned to three, and three turned to seven. He was never gone so long, but you tried to keep the panic at bay- he was capable and you knew he knew what he was doing- He was the type of guy to over plan to make sur all would go swell. You had also learned he was a radiant throughout the winter- so you knew he would be okay.

But seven turned to twenty-one, and still no news or sign of life. It felt long, and every day felt like a fresh stab wound when you didn't hear the familiar key jingle or even your name on his lips. the three first weeks you had met him had made time fly- but the last three weeks without him made time feel like it was slow, heavy and dragging on painfully. You had to take extra days off throughout the three weeks, some days feeling unable to leave your bed to do anything.

''And I heard all the stories about you; so I know you could never keep a promise- I don't care bout that right now; you're all I got on my mind''

After the forty day mark, you somehow had gathered some energy to try searching up anything you could, any sign, any history or past he had that could trace back to anything. You were desperate- any kind of information was a sliver of relief on the pain that had been accumulating. You had started to pay all the bills yourself; the time where he had been paying for everything had allowed you to save up more than enough to afford living in the more luxurious apartment- the rent wasn't that bad, but definitely higher than if you were to pick an apartment to live alone in a less upscale part of the city.

You had managed to find glimpses of information, but nothing that was going to be able to even say whether he was okay or not, whether he was even alive. You felt like you were going to go insane, headaches pilling over more and more whenever you started to think about it all, thoughts slipping and over running you. You were becoming all too familiar with the feeling of panic, the feeling of losing a grip. And more often than not, you would let yourself be washed over by the feeling.

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, Something's missing in my chest, I think I need a medic'' ''I-I-I don't know where my head is, wanna give it all even though I'ma regret it in the morning; Yeah I know you warned me, but how could I resist you? you got me floating, Yeah.''

Summer was back in full swing, yet the warmth of the season couldn't warm you up the way you wish- the sun could leave your skin red and blistered and it still wouldn't satisfy you. The loneliness had caught up, feeling more alone than ever through it all- You had lost Rosa a long time ago due to you ignoring her warnings and selfishly snapping at her. And not only that, You had lost the person that had brought you comfort after that loss. It was like life was playing a cruel joke on you; making you understand just how much you had taken her for granted over a guy you had just met- and all that just to live a similar fate as her in a different context.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

And yet you couldn't bring yourself to try talking to Rosa again- did you even deserve having her by your side again as a friend after how you had discarded her so quickly the moment she voiced her concerns about your love interest? Did you even deserve to ask how she's been since that year you pushed her aside? You felt like she would have been the only one to even imagine how you felt, how you've been doing and how stuck in your head you've been-

And yet you had essentially mocked her about it. was this all just a very twisted karma for the wrong you did to Rosa?

The fact it took you this long to even understand how much pain losing Rosa brought- all because you had lost Yu - made you feel like you didn't deserve to reach out to her. Why was it once again because of Yu that you had to re-think of Rosa?

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

Finally, autumn struck once more; a season you used to love so much now more of a heartache and a headache for you to live through. The apartment remained untouched, and you didn't have any of Yu's clothes left that still smelled like him. The comfort that his shirts and hoodies used to bring now was dulled, resorting to cuddling them in bed, like you were doing now. Anything that was left of him in this apartment was treasured - but kept as a painful reminder.

The song kept playing on repeat, burning as the lyrics kept replaying, memories flooding in at every sentence. once more, you were crying, an October night, alone in this queen sized bed that was meant for the two of you. Ironically, it was starting to give you a headache.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

You reached out to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of painkillers that seemed to reside permanently in that spot. You let two fall into your hand, chasing it with a sip of water from the bottle you kept on your beside. As you took the pills, your eyes landed onto the pictures of you and Yu, and it took everything for you to not choke as you swallowed hard the painkillers. You once more had memories flowing in, the dates, the cozy evenings, nights of passion... Everything coming back- and all you seemed to remember so vividly was his face, the face that had you so captivated the first time you saw him.

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

Finally, sleep took over you, eyes slowly dropping and his smiling face seemed to haunt your mind as it had been for months- a soft smile that complimented his lilac eyes perfectly. As you were losing consciousness, losing your battle to sleep, your mind replayed one last memory- a snippet that was both comforting and heartbreaking. It sounded just as real as the first time he said it- and if it weren't for the fact your mind had been playing this trick on you every night, you would have believed it was real.

''I love you, (Y-N)''

[frozenpeazz]

NIGHTMARES

Pairing- Daniel Larusso x f!reader

Warning- angst? Not sure, crying, panic attack, fluff, mentions of bullying and injuries

Y/n was staying over at her boyfriend Daniels tonight, and its a good thing she was or who else would've been there to calm him from his nightmare about Johnny Lawrence and his gang.

It was about 2am, you and Daniel were sound asleep in his bed somehow facing away from eachother despite falling asleep in each others arms. You were peacefully dreaming about whatever you want. However, Daniel on the other hand. He was not peacefully dreaming the poor boy. He was having a nightmare about getting beat up by Johnny and his gang again except 10x worse and he had to watch them beat you up to. His body began to sweat as he tries to wake up. Suddenly Danny wakes up and bolts to sit up right. Body shaking, muscles tense and his breathe quickening to the point where he is getting little to no oxygen into his lungs. He tries to call your name but he cant. He's to weak. Tears begin to prick his eyes as he musters the strength to push you hoping you wake up.

You grumble. "Mm.. Danny go back to bed.." you tried closing your half awake eyes but they instantly open back up at the sound of your boyfriends sob. You sit up and whip round to face Daniel.

"Danny!" You panic as you stare at your boyfriend crying, shaking and barely breathing he cant even make eye contact with you. Your on the spot and you try to think of something to calm him down. When suddenly it hits you.

"Daniel.. Daniel look at me." His eyes flicker up to meet yours. You reach out and gently take his hand.

"Danny. I want you to breathe with me ok? Just copy my breathing. In.... And out." You repeat this process whilst drawing shapes in his hand softly with your fingers. As he begins to slowly regain his breathe, its not quite normal yet but getting closer you ask him a question.

"Danny, can i hug you?" You didn't want to launch yourself onto him and startle him. He nods slightly still not able to fully speak. You climb into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck your hand making its way to his hair as you begin to play with it. "Its okay Danny.. im here. I'm never going to leave. Okay? I love you so much Danny, you know that hm?"

"I-i love you t-to.." he whispers out as his arms wrap around your stomach hugging you tightly. You feel his breathe return to normal and his tears soak through your top. You use your nails to draw shapes on his back as his body begins to relax.

"You want to talk about it?" You ask gently separating you two slightly and tilting his chin up to look at you.

"I-its dum'.." he looks embarrassed as he averts his gaze from your captivating eyes.

"Oh Danny.. its not dumb. Not if your this worried by it. You dont got to tell me but just know, im all ears. I'll never judge you my pretty boy." You wipe the tears off his cheeks as you kiss his head gently.

"i had a-a nightmare. About.." he stops.

"Take you time Danny." You didn't want him to feel like he was obliged to tell you if he didn't want to.

"J-johnny an' the boys. They was beating me up, but it hurt more than usual.. a-an' they made me watch you g-get beat.. i felt so useless. I couldn't p-protect you.."

"Oh baby boy.. your not useless. Your the most kind, loving, thoughtful and good looking guy in the whole~ universe. That stupid prick Johnny is just jealous of you. Your looks, your personality you in general. And dont you worry your pretty little head about protecting me, i got myself covered." You kiss away the tears from his cheeks and he smiles at you.

"Why'd you pick me over Johnny anyway?.."

"Simple, your kind, you think before you act, your not stuck up, your not obsessed with your ex, you don't hurt people for fun and! You just look wayyy hotter!" You giggle slightly as his cheeks light up at your compliments. "You calmed down now pretty boy?" You tease. He nods, his cheeks getting brighter at the nickname.

"Thanks for helping me pretty girl."

"Anything for you." You smile as you lay with your boyfriend on top of you as your eyelids begin to get heavy again. ".. love you Danny."

"I love you to Y/n, my gorgeous girl." You smile before falling asleep.

[unnerving-presence]

Requests are open give me the sex pollen sub wesker I need please I'm sorry if im annoying but my gay ass needs it

i despise this but i don’t really have anything else to post atm

sorry i don’t write fics often. i’m not very experienced in that category nor am i good at writing nsfw in general

NSFW Below!

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"Oh, Albert," you purred, your eyes locked on his. You moved closer, your body pressing against his as you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair. He could feel the heat radiating off you and it made him want to be ever so closer to you. His hands trail up and down your waist, feeling and memorizing your body. He looks down at where you both connect, falling into a trance at the sight of you taking his cock. Up and down your hips move, the pace quickens and your pleasure heightens.

Albert couldn't deny the chemistry between you and him. Ever since he met you he had been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He had tried to fight it, but he could no longer deny the pull that you had on him, especially not now. Not when the aphrodisiac flowed through his veins.

"Dearheart, please.."

Wesker loved the feeling of you on top of him, their naked bodies entwined in the sheets. He closes his eyes, savoring the moment and allowing himself to get lost in the pleasure that was slowly building up inside him, the sensation intensifying with each bounce of your hips. The more of your touch he felt, the more he wanted... more.

Your pace was unrelenting, becoming too much for even you to handle. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. He was hitting all the right spots and the feeling only made you both want more. There was seemingly no limit to how desperate you both would get. This was too good. You didn't want this to end. You needed more of him, perhaps more than he needed you.

You threw back your head, panting each time you felt his cock push its way back inside of you. Your hands on his chest ever so slightly shift as you bite your lip. The feeling was so addictive. He wanted nothing more than to be in this moment forever. He could feel your heat warming his cock, making it throb with desire. You lift your hips back up, watching his eyes widen with anticipation before slamming your hips back down. He growls at the overwhelming sensation and all you feel is power. You're in complete control of him and he knows it.

You lean in close, kissing just below his jaw before you whisper into his ear.

"You're being such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

God, your words alone almost make him cum.

Wesker digs his fingers into your thighs and desperately nods. He wants to fuck you so bad. He wants to fill you with his seed until you physically can't. He wants so many things at once. This pollen is nearly taking control of him and he feels himself about to snap. He wants to follow his urges, but just your words have him wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything for you just to hear your praise.

Hearing his shuddering breaths only encouraged you, your hips lifting, his cock practically weeping for attention as you sat there for a moment. The tip gently presses against your entrance, testing his patience, perhaps even testing yours. For a short moment at least.

"You deserve a reward for being so good to me.."

His breath hitches in his throat. The feeling of your hips pushing down onto his, taking him whole once more simply can't be described with words. Each frantic thrust of your hips is intoxicating. Your tight hole squeezes around him with every push and pull. The gentle, tender movements of your hands were now rough and full of desire, leaving marks on his chest as you rake your nails down his torso. Wesker doesn't care about holding back anymore. He has been plenty patient. The pollen is overtaking his senses, and all he wants is to fill you up over and over until this.. annoying feeling leaves his mind.

Albert's mind is a blur, almost drowning in pleasure. It feels so good and just doesn't want it to stop. He groans and growls, his hunger taking over as he fucks you with renewed vigor. His cock slides in and out of you with ease. Wesker needs more. He always needs more. Why does he feel so disgustingly aroused? Whatever is taking over his system, he doesn't know, nor does he care. All he can focus on is just how good it feels to be inside of you. The throbbing of his cock, the stinging of your teeth biting his neck, the way he’s so close to cumming. It’s so thrilling, so beautiful.

He can’t get enough.

Your thighs quiver as Wesker fucks you, pumping his cock into you harder with each thrust. You know he’s close. His various growls of frustration have now turned into desperate whimpers, his movements now only motivated by his need to finish inside of you. You can’t deny your own orgasm approaching either. His cock hits deep inside of you. You can barely hold yourself up, your arms shake and your fingernails dig into his skin even deeper.

“Fuck! Albert-!”

Your orgasm ripples through your body as you cry out his name. You seemingly have close to no control over your own body, your hips jerking forward as if begging for more. Your mouth goes dry, panting for air as your hands desperately hold on to any part of his body that you can reach. As if trying to seek some sort of comfort in the midst of your climax, you bury your face in his neck. The pleasure is endless as your whole body spasms, your walls squeeze around his cock and Wesker finally bursts.

A wave of pleasure crashes through his body. Wesker’s vision goes black and the only thing he can do in this moment is whimper and whine as his orgasm takes over his senses. He’s never felt anything so good in his life. He can’t even speak. Your flaming touch on his body makes him hold your closer. The teeth biting his neck only brings him more pleasure, his hips jolting up at any sign of stimulation. He can barely appreciate your beautiful sounds of satisfaction, the way your walls grip his cock continues to drag his orgasm out. Wesker’s deep, hard thrusts now are quick and short, eager for nothing else but to keep this feeling going. The warmth of your sweet, slick hole only encourages him further. It feels so good, so perfect. You feel amazing and he just doesn’t want to stop.. He can’t even think anymore. All he can do is move his hips until he no longer feels such a pleasurable feeling.

He keeps up his seemingly never ending thrusts, his climax slowly fades away as his the movements of his hips slow to a stop. Slumping on the mattress, he catches his breath, his eyes gently closing as he recovers from such an eventful night. He doesn’t bother pulling out, nor moving you off of him. He finds himself taking an unusual fondness to the warmth of your body.

Seconds pass by and the same, hard-to-ignore feeling creeps up his body, into his mind. He slowly opens his eyes and finds you. You’re rocking your hips again, your cocky little smile unwavering. It’s almost as if you knew he’d want to go again.

Wesker smirks. He didn’t have a problem with going another round, especially not when you were the one in control.

[stellarcobweb]

tbh . thinkin.

so. energywork related stuff basically

tl;dr my energy system is weird (/neu)

two of the systems of magic that i'm naturally talented at have been clairsentience (tbh i kinda joke abt being a dark empath but fully do not consider myself an empath at all. i'm just REALLY good at picking up on the energies of a place or person, esp in an inuitive way. i don't personally feel it though. the primary way i speak to entities, be they deity or spirit, is via impressions of emotion), and energywork (more on that in a sec)

HOWEVER. i do also consider myself an energy vampire, in a sense. primarily in the "i feel like my energy system is a bucket, and there is a tiny little hole in the bottom of that bucket constantly draining me bit by bit, so i need to intake more outside energy so that i can stop that gap and fill myself back up" kinda way. and tbf, while i have fed directly off of people before (with consent), i tend to fix my issue by just. filter feeding??? for lack of better term??? and taking the energy of food that i eat??? not to mention its a lot easier for me to upkeep my energetic body now that i'm not in an abusive relationship w an asshole abusing me in spiritual ways

either way, i was thinking about like. so, my energy has been read for me a few times before, and i remember the main things to stick out were like. its very sticky! it clings, and the like. tbh thats part of why i named my blog the way i did lol, i used to compare myself to spiders (and butterflies, tbf. and now moths LOL), not to mention i was directly told that my energy was a lot like that of a spiders. which tbh in combo with my tug towards the concept of thread of fate, weaving fate, the red string of fate, etc. kinda funny ngl. also one of the reasons why i learned how to crochet and shuttle/tatting lace AND kumihimo

but aside from that, i've always been like. inherently connected to the concept of stars, or the night sky. primordial void. that kinda thing. i like calling it primordial soup tbh. which does lend a voidy quality to the energy i have, alongside general dark stuff.

it also makes cleansing really easy tho! mainly in the. i'm not replacing dark with light, i'm just getting rid of the stuff not meant to be there, or that is kicking the balance of the place out of whack. or like. hrm.

when i'm cleansing my energy system, or someone elses, for example, i'm not clearing them of negative or positive energy, or destroying whatever lean or sway they have. i'm getting rid of any parasites, hangers-on, things that are harmful to said system. it gets complicated in situations w people sharing the body, but even then, i'm not weakening any ties there. which ig is an example of me being able to do very fine-tuned delicate energywork???? shit gets complicated and if you touch the wrong thing even slightly you can throw the whole system out of whack. also tbh i tend to view energy systems as connections of strings, one for each relationship you have to someone else, distinct memories that have left an impact, your energy systems linking up together, etc... very fascinating stuff tbh

tbh i also personally think its funny that like. i ascribe to the belief that i was reincarnated from a deity (not one local to this universe), who i tend to define as a Cosmic Creatrix of sorts. despite that, i associate myself currently mostly with destruction vs creation, though i can do either/or. destruction is just easier and more natural. honestly in terms of like explaining how i feel abt the whole thing: stares at Rukkhadevata and Nahida. it feels a lot like that situation. plus the other beliefs i have in regards to how exactly i was created, why i/she died, specific things i remember from that past life (not much)

idk its fun to think of these things

anyways all that to say that when i was still wiccan, i would only ever do new moon sabbats bc they felt better to me. more like home