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buckysmith · 2 years ago

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They cheat on you Part 1

Don’t read it if you don’t like it

No matter the sex of you or the chara, all of the MW chara cheat on you with a woman

It’s an HEADCANON and a REQUEST :)

Includes :

Price, Alejandro, Soap, König, Farah, Gaz and Phillip Graves

I removed Rudy and for ppl that read it, I’m sorry.

Warning: Toxic behavior, obviously cheating DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THE TOPIC IN THE FIRST PLACE

Price:

- he calls you everytime he can, he wants to see you or at least hear your voice

-he knows that you are worried about him, so he does his best to take away your fears

- your relationship is harmonious, there are rarely fights and when there are fights, you both settle it like adults and most of the time you don't have a fight longer than half an hour

- that silent treatment does simply not exist

- if one of you both is bothered by something the other does or not does, the problem is addressed and solved

- the day you found out was your third anniversary

-you called Laswell to ask when 141 would arrive at the base, because you wanted to make a surprise for your husband

- so you called his favorite restaurant, reserved seats, went to buy a bouquet of flowers and his favorite cigars

- you just wanted to give him a little surprise

- And thanks to a keycard that John had given you, you got into the base without much trouble

- you didn't know where his private room was on the base, but you knew where his office was, so you went there

- but before you could knock, you could hear voices, one female and the other belonging to your husband

- it was clear to hear what the two persons were arguing about

- you could hear him...

- he had slept with her, not once, not twice, but so incredibly many times over the past years

- she was screaming at him, wanting him to finally end the relationship with you, but all you could hear him say was that he was married, that he loved you and she was only good enough for fast and good sex, that she went along with the things he didn't want to do to you

- that the sex with you was just not good enough, but he loved you for your personality and that's why he only got his sexual needs from her

- you could feel your heart breaking, the icy cold feeling spreading through your body and going into every vein of your body

- you were on autopilot, you turned around and went back to your car

- you completely blanked out the drive home, you didn't know how you got home and in the next moment you were in the cabin.

- You could hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, Price's dogs were looking at you from their beds and the cats were watching you from their scratching post. - It was almost as if they knew something had happened.

- so now you were standing in the middle of your- no, his cabin not knowing where to start

- but you had to be strong now and think rationally, he didn't know you knew and you probably had only an hour before he would come home, if not less

- so you gathered up your important papers, everything you could quickly pack into your suitcase.

- Years of marriage passed by, you never dreamed he would cheat on you, yet here you were, three years of marriage and two more of being together in a single suitcase.

- You had often asked him if your sex life was good, if he had any desires or improvements, but he denied it.

- that once your marriage failed because of that, such an military spouse thing...

- after feeding the dogs and cats, you put your suitcase in your car and paused there for a moment to collect your thoughts.

- after a last look at the cabin you drove away and leaving your old life behind you

- he came home not even half an hour after you left the cabin with a huge bouquet of flowers, a reservation at your favorite restaurant and a trip to the place you always wanted to visit.

- But he found nothing but emptiness, the lights were on, the animals were fed and it smelled like you. But your clothes were missing, your important papers and any trace of you.

- he called you hundreds of times, but it always went to voicemail

- Hours passed before he knew you were alive and well.

- he had your phone hacked to find out where you were and then went there

- he was pissed, didn't know why you left, but when he saw you he knew what had happened

- he could tell you knew.

- he tried to talk to you about it, tell you he loved you and all that shit, but you told him that if he was a man he would make the divorce easy.

- in the year you two had to live apart to finalize the divorce he tried over and over again to save the relationship, to fix his mistake

- it's on you to take the risk of letting him back into your life

- but in the end, would you be able to trust him? If you wouldn't, you shouldn't take him back, cause in the end, you're the one the one who gets hurt the most.

A Little extra (when you're able to get pregnant and you also want too/ want to have kids (adopt when u can have kids)/ your animals)

- you both had been trying to have a child for a long time, but you just did not get pregnant

- you also had problems with your periods and sometimes it just did not come for months

- but after you broke up you started to feel unwell, you were constantly tired, drained and you just didn't feel well

- it got so bad that you had to go to the doctor just to find out that you were pregnant and you knew exactly who the father of the child was

- you didn't have long to decide if you wanted to keep it or if you should abort it.

- should you tell Price about it, since it was his child too, or should you save yourself the stress?

- In the end, you had to decide what was the best for you and the little one in you

Adopted

- it was kinda hard for you, the divorce was one thing the other one was the fight for custody of your child since the little one was adopted

- you got full custody and he got visitation

- the only problem was to explain to your baby why daddy didn't lived with the both of you anymore and why you had to move away

Animals

- ofc you took your animals with you, I mean, how could you leave those faithful souls behind!?

- nah they were the first thing you packed in your car, only their fur sibling that belonged to price stayed behind which confused them

- why weren't you taking the others with you?

- the last thing you saw were a lot of sad little puppy and kitty eyes as you closed the door behind you

Soap:

- you knew soap was a player before you got together, that he never missed an opportunity to sleep with the next best thing

- whether it was a cute girl at the bar or a strong military woman, he'd sleep with anyone who gave him a good vibe.

- but you were sure that he was faithful to you, that he would never do anything like that, because he himself was always upset about such men, women and people who cheated on their partners

- for him it was a sign of weakness

- Loyalty was something he swore to his country and to you.

- his sex drive was also extremely high

- one of the reasons why he had so many one night stands before he met you

- every time he came home from a mission, there was never a day that you didn't have sex until the day he had to go on a mission again

- he introduced you to his family quite early, it was clear to him that you were the person for his life.

- his parents were relieved that their son was finally getting involved in something serious and as warm as they were to you they were almost like your own parents

- you had also met Price, Gaz and Johnny's best friend named Ghost.

- Ghost, whose real name was Simon, introduced you to his partner after a while, as you were both from the same country/state.

- you two became really good friends, because often your two men were on missions together and you could then pass the time together

- time went by and Johnny asked you to marry him.

- the day of your wedding was beautiful, the sun was shining, hardly a cloud was to be seen and it was really warm for Scotland.

- You were making small fixes to yourself when Simon's partner came into your room.

- you could see from their face that it was not good news

- Simon's partner had overheard him talking to Johnny about telling you before the wedding that he had cheated on you.

- of course you didn't believe a word of it at first, but Simon's partner had recorded everything

- Simon's partner had also taken pictures from Simon's cell phone, in which John had also sent him various spicy pictures of various people

- he had bragged that he could have anyone he wanted even now

- he had cheated on you not only once, but every time he was on a mission.

- all the sweet words he had whispered in your ear, how much he loves you, how much he desires you and that you are the only person for his life while he made love to you

- all lies

- Johnny was already in the church, waiting for you to show, but you didn't

- his mom was the first to look for you, but she didn't find you anywhere

- everyone went looking for you, while they suspected you just got cold feet

- Simon's partner had expected you to leave and not make a scene in front of hundreds of guests, so he had brought his buddy from London without Simon's knowledge

- that friend drove with you to the house of you and John

- it didn't take long until you had packed the most important things

- the cat that John had given you for your engagement was the first thing you put in the car

- the friend named James, who helped you, also offered you to move in with him, as he was looking for a flatmate anyway

- you left your phone behind, everything that could track you was left behind and also James had his phone turned off all the time so as not to leave a trace

- everyone was looking for you, your friends and family were worried, hell everyone who was at the wedding was worried about you and John kept calling you until he went with Simon late at night to your shared apartment

- it took a week to find you, as you avoided public places and cameras and hardly left the flat

- you had contacted your family and friends during the week and told them that you were not going to marry John, but that you needed some time to yourself

- James worked in a bar and left you with ice cream and a movie in his apartment

- you had ordered a pizza at eleven p.m. so you were not confused when the doorbell rang just before 12 p.m.

- you wanted to slam the door as soon as you realized who was standing in front of you, but John was in the apartment faster than you could look

- he didn't touch you for the time being, but closed the door behind him and walked slowly towards you, while his eyes were examining the apartment

- the moment he started to speak made you gulp, his voice was deeper than usual and you could see from his body language how incredibly angry, hurt and aggressive he was

- you could literally see his artery beating on his neck

- He asked you if you had left him for another man, if you had cheated on him.

- he asked you if the other man was the reason that you left him at the altar

- that you threw away all those years for another guy as if he never meant anything to you

- his words made you angry

- the moment he stopped throwing accusations at you, you went into your room followed by him

- he grabbed you painfully by the wrist, turned it painfully around and pulled you to him, but you gave him a slap, so he let go of you

- it was a reflex out of which he had held you and it was a reflex that you had punched him

- you had printed out all the evidence, all the pictures with him and other women, everything

- you threw the sheets in his face and they spread around him like a blazing fire

- his facial expression changed within seconds

- it took him a few seconds to catch himself, but at the moment he was about to explain himself you stopped him

- you loved John more than anything, you both had already been through good and rough times, but this was not a rough time.

- the decision to sleep with friends, different women, to betray you so many times and then to talk about it to someone and show off, that was not a mistake, it was a decision which drew consequences

- he tried to touch you, but you tried to keep the distance you kept between him and you and yet you were against the nearest wall faster than you liked, his body pressed gently against yours

- such an Wattpad moment you thought

- he put his hand to your cheek as he took away any possibility of escaping him

- he begged you for a chance, just one chance and he would do anything to make you not regret it

- he told you how much he would love you, how much he desired you

- that was the moment you interrupted him

- he moved or better you pushed him away from you when you said that now he could desire the body of any other, because before one partner was not enough for him, now he could desire as many bodies as he wanted cause he's single

- every time you had a new number, he had it within a few hours and begged you to give him one last chance

- this went on for months, during which he didn't sleep with any other woman, didn't even look at anyone and sent you so many gifts that the apartment you lived in almost exploded

- he tried to meet you as many times as he could and saw how happy you became with each meeting

- he had the hope that you would get together again

- but someone from your past life had taken in a new place

- you have a choice, do you choose Soap and risk that he cheats on you again even though he's a good lover and you had already planned your future with him + be promised you to stay loyal

- or for the man who never stopped loving you and only wanted the best for you even after you turned him down many years ago.

- are you really going to choose the man that stayed loyal even tho he was not once in a relationship with you, or the man that had everything but threw it away for some quick fuck

- it's your choice but you have to live with it, there's no turning back when things go down again

Gaz

- his father had cheated on his biological mother with his stepmother, who later married his biological mother

- his father was never in the picture, his ego couldn't tolerate that the two women he had played suddenly formed a family that "belonged" to him

- for him it was a sign of character weakness to be unfaithful

- he also did not understand the concept of poly, for him it was very clear that he would only want to have one partner at the same time

- he also had one night stands but that was all before he met you

- you two were inseparable, balanced each other out and not only from the outside you were a dream couple

- you rarely had disagreements

- you had a big fight when he joined 141, you were afraid that he would die while fighting for his country in a group "nobody" knew about

- but after you got to know the captain and the others, your worries about your husband's health diminished as you saw how good they all were

- however, after a while your relationship started to crumble

- he was constantly annoyed by you, grumbled at you for the smallest things, slept on the sofa and also you didn't have sex anymore or the slightest touches

- you suggested countless times couple therapy for both of you, but he always refused it

- it went so far that he no longer came home but slept at a friend's house

- but just before you wanted to break up because you saw no more chance, he came back

- everything was normal again

- he gave you flowers and despite good care they withered after a few days, it was as if a curse was on the flowers of Gaz since the one you bought yourself stayed good even after weeks

- your love life also got better, he always did new things with you which made your head spin

- your relationship became better than it had ever been

- about a year later gaz was on a mission

- you knew when he was coming back and decided to pick him up for the first time on base

- it was not difficult for you to enter the base because you had a good friend there

- but you were still lost at the base, everything looked the same to you so you approached a man maybe a little older than gaz

- he was well built, had a hawk and a really nice smile when he looked at you, right away this man was sympathetic to you

- you asked him if he happened to know the whereabouts of Kyle Garrick who belonged to 141

- the man smiled at you, asked you why you were looking for him to which you replied that he was your boyfriend and you wanted to surprise him.

- the moment you mention that Gaz is your boyfriend, the man's face collapses in front of you and he turns even whiter than he was before

- as he nervously begins to scratch his head and avoid eye contact you feel nauseous

- when you asked him what was going on, he only said that he can't tell you

- he tells you that you better go back home, but of course you insist on seeing your boyfriend

- he then shows you where gaz is before he quickly disappears

- you open the door and the first thing you see is gaz putting on his boxers and you can't help but smile

- but your smile dies as he looks at you in shock before looking to the bed, just then you notice the naked woman in his bed.

- you could feel your heart breaking

- when you left he wanted to stop you and explain himself to you but one look from you was enough and he did not stop you

- the next four days you spent with your best friend

- on the fifth day you went home

- he sat on your sofa, on the table there were two boxes from your favorite restaurant

- but it was seven in the morning and the smell coming from them revealed that they were in fact not fresh

- he looked like he hadn't slept for the last few days, but with the two bottles of Jack Daniels on the table you were surprised, with so much alcohol he should have slept through an entire war

- a part of you wanted to join him when he whimpered your name , the other part enjoyed that he suffered

- when he asked you to listen to him you wanted to refuse, but then you sat down and listened his story

- he told you that no matter how much he apologized to you, it wouldn't make anything better or change anything but it was important for him to explain

- he also told you that it was not your fault, it was his own fault and that he would understand if you left him and didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore

- he also told you how it came to this

- it was apparently a long affair which started after you had your last big fight before your relationship improved again

- he told you that he was just a good friend to her in the beginning, but that night he drank too much and woke up the next morning with a bad headache, a blackout and with her in his bed

- he wanted to tell you the same day what happened, but she "seduced" him again and they had sex again

- after that it became something regular and then almost every day when they saw each other

- he asked you at the end if there would be another chance for you, because he would do everything for it

- you told him honestly that you couldn't trust him anymore, not after he had cheated on you for such a long time

- you moved out of the apartment that same week

- he called you again and again, wrote to you and tried to build up a relationship with you again

- as a friend of yours worked on his base you saw him from time to time, but with a personality like yours you were being courted by men and women from the base which Gaz didn't like, but as you were no longer his partner he could only watch everyone flirting with you

- at least he felt the same feeling you did

Alejandro

- he has always been a passionate man, be it at work, in love or sex

- honestly, this man is a god in everything

- he didn't really want a life where he only had someone new by his side day in and day out, just for a few hours to satisfy his needs.

- he actually wanted a partner for his life, someone he would have children with and all that kind of stuff

- when you came into his life he changed, he focused on you and your relationship

- it went very well between you, hardly any arguments, good communication everything was fine

- your harmonious relationship went on for many years until five years after you got married Alejandro almost died on a mission

- you had a baby at home and after he just barely escaped death, he felt like he was missing something in his life

- the times with a baby at home were exhausting, even if he was not there often

- there were hardly any intimate moments between you anymore, especially from him and he started to despise you and his child

- the thought alone of coming home to you and the baby made him angry

- you of course noticed that your husband started to behave badly towards you, always being annoyed by you and no matter what you seemed to do, it never seemed to be enough.

- it slowly started to break you

- you were well hidden, far away from other people and he was the only one who kept you company

- he had taken you so far away from civilization for your own safety and now, now he hardly ever came home and when he did, he did nothing but complain about the smallest things

- his daily visits became weekly visits, then he came only once a month and after a total of nine months after you had your child, he stopped coming home at all

- he didn't answer your calls, let alone talk to you anymore

- you had enough after two months of not hearing from him, you were tired of hearing from Rudy that he was fine, that at least he was still alive

- but the talks with Rudy were short, never long enough to find out what was going on with him.

- you had enough of him, you had gone into exile for him and now he had abandoned you for god knows why.

- you took the most important things for your baby, and also for yourself, before you went to his base

- you just wanted to tell him in person that you were going to a friend for now and that he should think about whether he wants a couple counselor or a divorce

- it was easy to get on the base, everyone knew you even if under a different reason than the spouse of Alejandro

- but you quickly noticed the Americans who were also on the base

- after taking your baby out of its seat, you unintentionally almost ran into a soldier

- his hair was blond, his eyes blue and the small scar on his cheek looked cute, but in itself he had a really cute face

- he apologized to you that he should have paid more attention but he just couldn't remember where things were and he kept getting lost

- you felt the same way when you were on the base for the first time, it was confusing and sometimes the corridors ended in nowhere

- before you knew it you were talking to each other, he was very polite and also in dealing with your child he was very loving and careful

- even Alejandro was never that gentle with your child, which only created more doubt in your mind

- you went with Phillip Graves, he said that's his name, to the main base as you continued to talk

- somehow you got on the subject of Alejandro and he told you that the guy was a real ladies man, that he had never seen anyone flirt so well before and that he was kinda jealous of his skills

- you were confused, what was Phillip talking about?

- he seemed equally surprised at your reaction before he said confused that Alejandro took a different girl from a nearby bar to the base like every night

- he asked you if everything was ok when he saw how pale you became and you just nodded

- so that was it, he was cheating on you... that was the reason why he acted like that...

- you decide not to go to him but rather just go to your best friend's house

- Phillip had your baby in his arms during this whole time, because after he started crying he only stopped after Phillip took him in his arms

- you and Phillip were standing quite close to each other when you could hear the dark and rough voice of Alejandro

- Alejandro was quick to pull your baby and you away from Phillip

- he didn't say a word until he had pulled you into his office and before that had gave the baby to Rudy

- he started bitching at you for coming here without saying anything, for talking to a gringo ( it doesn't matter where you're from, being married to him makes you Mexican from now on)

- he ranted about Graves obviously flirting with you and said it was stupid of you to just come here

- He even accused you of flirting back. That YOU would cheat on him with that look you gave that gringo

- you listened to him in silence with your arms crossed until you looked at him with your eyebrows raised and asked him if you also should yell at him for cheating on you.

- the moment you said that his face went pale

- only a few moments later he admitted it after ofc denying, saying that he just needed something new, new experiences and that thanks to the baby you hardly had any time together anymore

- he didn't even apologize but tried to put the blame on your baby

- he even asked you if he could open the marriage so that he could get his sexual needs satisfied

- that was enough for you and you wanted to leave but he held you at your wrist and told you that you belonged to him, that you were his property and no one could touch you but him

- he was intimidating, his voice was deep and for the first time you were afraid of him, but nevertheless you freed yourself from him, telling him to go to hell

- you fetched your baby before you left

- about two months passed in which you had absolutely no contact, you hadn't changed your number and you knew if he wanted to find you, he could too

- with every day that passed you wondered why you got involved with the charming Mexican and if you were really so wrong about him

- on the same day a man stood in front of the door of your best friend's house, handing you divorce papers.

- the divorce was quick, he did not want visitation rights for your child and agreed to pay alimony.

- after a total of one year he contacted you again

- in the meantime you had found a nice house, not very far away from las Almas, you had a nice job which allowed you to have your child with you and you were earning a good amount of money

- your life seemed to be good again, until the doorbell rang late at night

- when you checked the security cameras, you thought for a moment about throwing your child's full diaper on his head, but decided against it (unfortunately)

- you didn't know what he wanted, but the constant ringing of the doorbell would sooner or later wake up your child, which of course you didn't want to do.

- so in the end you open the door

- just as you were about to start talking, he pushed you into the apartment and closed the door behind him, just to push you against it

- you could feel your heart beating hard against your chest

- he looked thinner than you remembered him, his face was sunken and dark circles under his eyes marked his face

- he looked terrible

- you could feel his warm hand on your hip, his rough fingers gently touching your soft skin where your shirt had ridden up

- his other hand was on your cheek and the look he gave you would have melted you then

- his scent fogged you and you wanted nothing more than to give yourself to him, but that would go against all your principles so you pushed him away from you

- the expression he made then was a mixture of pain and something you couldn't place

- Did he expect something else? Probably

- you sent him away in the same breath, and he did what you said.

- every day he was standing in front of your door, with your favorite flowers

- your favorite food

- he brought you what he knew you liked, be it a book or something really expensive

- if he was not at your door, his gifts were waiting in front of it

- he also brought things for your child

- one evening you did not send him away but confronted him

- your child was with your best friend, because you had planned to talk to him and if it came to a fight you didn't want your child in between

- he started telling you that after he divorced you he kept having different partners, but he felt alone

- something seemed to be missing and with every day this feeling became bigger and stronger

- he wanted to go home, but when he was home it still felt the same as it had before

- after months he realized that he missed you, your way, your laugh, just everything about you

- everything he had found disturbing before, was what he missed

- he tried to make contact, but Rudy stopped him, told him it was his own fault and you were better without him after what he had done to you

- but he couldn't stand it, he wanted to make it up to you, he wanted to show you that he had changed

- that you were the person he loved, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with

- you turned him down again and again, day after day, but even after months he didn't give up

- it was up to you to decide if you would give him another chance or not

- remember, your decision has consequences.

König 🔥

- it was at the same time so easy and so hard to get into the heart of König

- he mostly stayed in the background, didn't talk and always seemed to be watching everything

- his comrades in his team were nice to him, he was very reserved but they knew they could always count on him and his intuition

- he never left a man behind, even if it seemed hopeless, one of the reasons why he became the captain of the team, even if he would never call himself a captain

- he was caring to all and in private he also spoke more

- König was loyal, loving and affectionate even if he tried to hide it.

- that were the same qualities he showed in the relationship you had with him

- he was quite unsure at the beginning how to touch you

- it was just very important for him not to pressure you into something you don't want

- over the years you became a good team and he slowly opened up to strangers as well

- he was always very good looking, but he always denied it, years of bullying had left its scars

- he asked you after four years of relationship if you would want to marry him, because he wanted to be with you forever

- after your married him, your life was better than ever, the first year was wonderful, but after another half something changed

- he started to avoid you, avoiding your questions

- even your discussions about having/adopting a child stopped

- he stopped touching you, stopped showing you his naked body and started sleeping on the sofa rather than in your shared bed

- you thought it was because of his job that something might have happened but he ignored your questions

- after several months he didn't come home anymore and you knew from his team that he stayed on base

- every attempt to talk to him came to nothing and you also started to doubt your marriage

- you missed him, his gentle touches, his warmth, his words. You missed your beloved husband

- it was your second wedding anniversary, you went to work and came back in the evening to an empty house. What a surprise

- you had given up after months of no contact with your husband, so you got a lawyer to draw up the divorce papers

- you made yourself comfortable on the sofa with whisky and the divorce papers while some music was playing in the background

- you didn't care if you got anything out of the marriage, you just wanted it behind you, because why should you fight if he didn't even want to see you

- it may have just been better for both of you in the end to just end it.

- it was just before midnight when you heard the door open

- and there stood your giant, your husband with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates

- you didn't care to see him, even though your heart said otherwise

- he was just starting to speak when you interrupted him briskly

- you had enough of it, now that you were ending it all, now he came with flowers and chocolates?

- you told him before you left the living room to sign the papers on the table before he left again.

- you woke up the next morning with the smell of your favorite meal freshly made on the bedside table

- you could feel the burning eyes of your husband

- you wanted to tell him to get out of the room, but this time it was him who interrupted you

- he came straight to the point

- He told you that he had cheated on you, that he had slept with a woman.

- his teammate was supposed to sleep with her to get information, but she didn't find him attractive and made a pass at him

- his decision depended on victory or defeat and so he had to decide to sleep with the woman

- after that he just couldn't look you in the eye anymore afterwards

- he had betrayed you, he had betrayed the person he loved above everything else for a stupid job

- he started to feel disgusted with himself, he didn't want you to touch him, let alone see him naked, because he felt disgusting, like he was covered with disgusting slime

- he couldn't look you in the eye anymore and he couldn't talk to you about it, the job forbade it and even if it hadn't, he would have been too ashamed of himself to tell you right away

- but now he could talk to you about it because the mission was successful and he wanted to save your relationship

- he wanted to come back to you, he wanted to feel you as much as you wanted to feel him

- he was so sorry, so sorry that he could not put it into words

- he didn't let you get a word in edgewise before he told you to think about what you wanted to do now, that he supported you in every decision you made

- he disappeared within seconds, leaving behind only the food and the filled out papers with a small note stuck to them

- >>I filled out the papers as you asked, I won't stand in your way if you want a divorce. I just hope that maybe there is still a chance for both of us, I would do anything for that. Anything. Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz. ( I love you honey ) <<

Farah:

- she was a fighter, a mighty warrior , proud and brave like a lioness

- freedom fighters, that's what they all called themselves and Farah was the head of them

- the girl who rose like a phoenix from the ashes

- your relationship was secret, no one knew about it not even her brother or your relatives

- not only was it dangerous for both of you to be associated with each other, but her religion was also a reason to keep your relationship a secret

- it was nevertheless very affectionate

- the shy glances between you two

- the gentle and unnoticed touches as you walked by

- the short moments you two were alone

- the feeling when your heated bodies moved to each other's rhythm

- your relationship was secret, but no less loving

- but you had to take two different mission and for the first time you had to fight apart from each other

- but the fight went on longer than expected, two whole weeks until you could strike the final hit against the enemies which led to your victory

- but when you returned, you found Farah with a man named Alex.

- since your relationship was secret, you couldn't intervene when Alex dared to flirt with your girlfriend

- at first she assured you that she only wanted you, that you were her true love

- but after weeks, when the two of them fought again and again, side by side and with each other against the enemies, you saw how her look changed towards him

- the few moments you had died after a while

- you tried to talk to her about it again and again, but she blocked again and again, because she either had no time for you, or others were near you

- after a while you gave up

- the looks and touches you once had with her now belonged to Alex, who also tried to befriend you without knowing that Farah was your girlfriend

- the night before Farah planned the battle with Captain Price, Nikolai, gaz, Alex and the others, you wanted to try again

- you wanted to know if you and Farah were still a couple or not

- when you entered her "office" without knocking, you were greeted with a naked Alex and a naked Farah, who did the nasty

- it took you a few moments to try to process what you had seen

- you could feel your heart breaking, your stomach turning and your eyes filling with water

- the next day you went on the mission as planned, but you avoided Farah and Alex

- The mission was successful except for the fact that Alex sacrificed himself to ensure victory.

- Farah kept trying to talk to you after the mission, but you avoided her like the plague.

- you went along on every mission, making sure there were as many miles as possible between you and Farah.

- but one day, or rather night, you couldn't get away from her.

- you had night watch on the tower

- you could hear someone sitting on the bench next to you, you also knew that this someone was Farah, but you did not dignify her with a glance

- she started talking, telling you that she never wanted this to happen

- that you both just moved away from one and then Alex was just there

- you listened only half-heartedly while she listed reasons why her action was justified

- but at some point it was too much for you and you looked at her

- it was not much you said

- it was just

- "If Alex hadn't sacrificed himself in the process, would we still be talking or would you fuck him again? I guess you just feel alone since your beloved American is nothing more than dirt and want back what is no longer yours"

- Looking at her, she had expected everything but that.

- it wasn't easy for you after your conversation

- and after months of the two of you fighting, you decided to leave the freedom fighters

- she had tried everything to win you back, but it was like in war, there were no second chances.

Graves

- Your relationship wasn't good it was great, you had your fights here and there yet neither of you ever went to bed angry

- it was important for both of you to understand each other

- but often Phillip could not leave the base because he had something to do, hours in which you kept him company

- he even had a couch put in his office for you, because when he wasn't on missions he had to rummage through files for Shepard, plan missions and so much more

- your relationship was not perfect, but it was incredibly loving

- after you two got married, Phillip made sure you didn't have to work anymore, so you were free to plan your day apart from household chores

- he just supported you with everything

- you wanted to use your free time to be an artist? Go ahead, Phillip is there and supported you

- your life was perfect

- Phillip came home after a deployment which separated him from you for two months

- he missed you as much as you missed him

- the first hours after he arrived home he showed you how much he missed you

- two months had accumulated

- your lovemaking went on for several hours

- you had long since fallen asleep, but although Phillip was equally exhausted, he just couldn't fall asleep

- something thanks to his job

- he was just about to close his eyes after giving you another kiss on the forehead, when your cell phone lit up

- looking at the clock next to him, he wondered who was writing to you at three in the morning

- he reached for your cell phone, opened it since he knew your PIN and looked who the message was from

- he didn't know the name or the phone number and the text was more than strange, especially because it was the only message that was in the chat beforehand

- "meet the day after tomorrow as usual, can't wait!"

- it was like he knew the answer to what he saw, but he just didn't want to accept it

- you were so perfect, always by his side in every difficult time

- you were the reason why he didn't stop to stay alive after a mission had gone wrong in which he was badly wounded

- you were by his side when he was fighting for his life in the hospital, you held his hand when he was slowly recovering, you helped him to wash himself, to do all the daily things that he couldn't do at first

- thanks to you he was able to fully recover and continue with his job and also with this decision you supported him even though you were afraid for his life

- You were by far the person he trusted the most.

- That means you were the last person he would expect to betray him.

- sleeping was now not on the table anymore.

- he put your smartphone back, got up and went into the living room where the two dogs were already sleeping

- he just sat there for a few hours, staring into nothing before he got up and took a beer

- he was long gone when you got up, but had left you a note that he was needed at the base

- he stayed at the base that day and did nothing but wait

- the next day he was woken up by a message from you, it was your usual good morning sms you sent him when he was not home

- his heart ached, he wanted to be with you, to forget what had happened

- he didn't care that you were having an affair, he just wanted you, he wanted to spend his life with you but it hurt too much to know that he wasn't the only one in your life

- he knew that you had your date today, so he tracked your smartphone and followed you

- he followed you, saw you disappear into a house with a man and then drove back to the base

- he saw his phone light up, he knew you had texted him

- but your message wasn't worth more than a quick glance as he spread the legs of the women who had always flirted with him on base

- who he had even transferred as far away from him as possible, because he had a wonderful partner and wouldn't have think about betraying you

- yet here he were spending the whole day fucking her

- at the end of the day he lay naked next to the woman who had put her head on his chest just like you always did

- but he does not feel a sense of security, love and affection.

- he felt disgust for himself and for the woman.

- he pushed her away from him, got up and took a shower to get dressed and spend the night in a hotel

- he asked Shepard for an assignment the next day

- So he disappeared for another two weeks.

- you wrote to him every day, but he didn't answer, he only read your messages.

- two weeks later he came home again, or rather was on his way back to the base

- you had heard it from one of his shadows because his wife was a friend of yours

- so you had everything ready in his office

- when he came into his office he immediately noticed that someone had been in there

- there was a note on his desk, address, time and nothing else.

- he was confused why he got an order without further information, but then he went, after all, no stranger could get on the base and so it was probably someone from the military

- he didn't have much time, so he didn't undress much and still had his gear on when he went to the meeting point

- it did not take him long to get to the meeting point

- he stood in front of an old warehouse, gripping his gun as he carefully pushed open the old rusty door

- it was dark, he couldn't see anything and yet a bad feeling went through him

- he dared to take two steps inside.

- at that moment the light was switched on blinding him as he pulled his gun out of the holster ready to fire only to be completely thrown off by people shouting "happy birthday" out loud

- he looked around confused, in the middle of the crowd you were standing with a big smile and next to you was his dream car with the wrap he had been raving about for years

- with another glance he saw the man he had seen with you, who was now wearing a t-shirt with a logo on it

- you introduced the man graves thought was your affair as the man who had tuned and wrapped the car

- he was the husband of a friend of yours, which he now knew.

- with every word you spoke Phillips stomach turned

- you already wanted to throw the party on his birthday (two weeks ago), but Phillip had to leave and now here u were

- Phillip sat down while the guests, which consisted mainly of his family, your friends and a few of his colleagues, were celebrating happily

- you kept asking him if everything was alright, what was going on as he just sat there staring into the void

- the party was a success for everyone except for you, as your beloved husband just didn't seem to be happy about it

- on the way home it was silent between you, no one said a word

- when you got home, you stopped him as he was getting out of the car after he parked in the garage

- you told him that if he didn't like the gift you could get him something else, that you were sorry for catching him off guard like that

- that was the moment he couldn't hold back anymore and started crying

- he sobbed that he was so sorry

- you were confused, what was he sorry for?

- he sobbed that he had cheated on you, that he had seen the message on your cell phone two weeks ago

- that he had followed you and when you disappeared with the man, he had slept with the woman he had told you about many times

- the woman who had always flirted with him

- the woman that he promised wouldn't be any danger to ur marriage

- it broke your heart

- and his was already

- he knew he had made a mistake, he should have confronted you immediately

- but before he had you he had so many women who had cheated on him, who couldn't stand the fact that he was away for months at a time

- and now he had cheated

- he asked you to do what you thought was right, that he would not force you to do anything

- it was up to you if you would forgive him or not

- remember, no matter how painful a confrontation can be, it is always better to have it right away than to make a mistake afterwards that is not reparable.

- a mistake that does more harm than good.

- communication is key, always remember that

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graciegoeskrazy · 11 months ago

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Neeeeeeed more of Marty’s daughter and George! Was thinking of their bond/dynamic when George was taking care of her while Matty was sick plssss

is there somebody that can watch you?

george daniel + niece!healy!reader

warnings: fluffffff, being sick, i think that’s all????

a/n: Hi! i like this one it’s adorbs. ty anon!!!

You never heard the quiet footsteps coming into your room. It wasnt until the slight sinking of your bed and the gentle hand on your shoulder that you finally woke up.

When you opened your eyes you were greeted with George.

“George?”

“Hi, Bubs.”

“Daddy is sick. He doesn’t feel well, so you’re gonna spend some time with me. Okay?”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. He just needs some rest.”

George got a text from your father less than an hour ago. It was only 7 in the morning at the moment.

‘Just woke up. I feel like shit.’

‘Alright?’

‘I need you to take care of baby girl for the day. I don’t want to get her sick.’

‘You know you don’t need to lie to get me to hang out with your kid. She’s more fun to hang out with.’

‘I’m not lying. I’m sick.’

‘Mhm…’

‘Mate I have a 102.2 degree fever.’

‘Ew stay away from me.’

‘Christ can you just come and pick up my kid?’

‘Hehe yeah i’m on my way.’

Next thing you know, George was in front of you waking you up, packing up a couple changes of clothes because it was very likely you would be with him for a couple days, and picking you up and heading out the door.

Matty was lying on the couch in his robe and an array of blankets drinking a cup of tea. You and George walked into the room and headed to the front door. George was carrying you with one arm and your mini suitcase with the other. You noticed your father called for him.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, darling.”

He looked like shit. He could tell by the look on your face that you were worried about him and it made his heart swell. That and the fact that you were still half asleep was a recipe for absolute adorableness

When George walked into his flat you were fast asleep in his arms with you head lying on his shoulder. Charli walked out from the bedroom when she heard the door open in close, and smiled at the adorable sight in front of her.

“Look at my little baby!” She whispered.

“Poor girl is passed out.”

She smiled and kissed her fiance. “Any plans for the day?”

“Yeah. hanging out with little Healy.”

…

Cut to a few hours later, Charli and you were sitting in the living room floor coloring notebook pages on either side of the coffee table. George came in with drinks for the wo of you and sat down next to Charli.

“Whatcha drawing babe?” He asked you.

“Princess.” You said.

“That’s a beautiful princess.”

“Do you like it?” You held the picture up to Charli.

She smiled. “I do. I love her dress.”

“Me too. I want to get married in it.” You said, continuing to color.

“No boys till you’re 30,” George said.

“That’s okay. Boys are gross.”

“What?! I’m a boy, does that mean I’m gross?”

“Yeah. You messy.” The couple let out a laugh.

“Hey!” George said.

Charli readjusted. “Boys can be fun! You can go on dates with them and hang out together and marry them.”

“Yeah. When I get married I want a pretty, silver ring and a big, white, puffy dress. Like Cinderella.”

George eyed Charli. They had just gotten engaged a little less than 2 weeks ago and hadn’t yet told you the news. “You know…I know someone who’s gonna get married.”

“Who?” You asked not looking up from your work.

“Auntie Charli.”

Your head shot up which caused the couple to laugh a little but. “You?” You asked. Your jaw was hund wide open. Charli nodded. “With Bubba?” You asked, pointing.

“Yep!” She said.

You ran around the table and hugged her tight. She did the same.

“Isn’t that exciting?!” She asked with a smile.

“You’re gonna look like a princess.” You said while pulling away. George just watched with a smile.

“I know! And you and your daddy get to come and we’ll get you your very own dress to wear so you and I can be princesses together.”

You smiled wide and big.

#george daniel x daughter!reader #george daniel x reader #george daniel #george daniel x you #matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #x daughter!reader #the 1975

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heartofsnark · 1 year ago

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Warmth (Astarion Drabble)

Author's note: Blame my friend Ellen for this one- they know what they did, I'm not even an Astarion romancer. This is a quick messy drabble because I was having feelings about Astarion and his relationship to cold and warmth and heat- given vampire.

Technically- this is Astarion/Tav or Astarion/Durge. It coule be either, it's kept purposely vague. No gendered pronouns, no physical features, and no defining traits mentioned. If you really want, you could pop anyone in the "they" role, they only have one line since its not a dialogue focussed oneshot.

TW: Astarion's backstory, nothing explicit, but it's a drabble focused entirely on him so- trauma be here. The world has had a chill for two-hundred years. Since the life was stolen from his veins and a new bastardized version placed in its stead. Astarion’s world has been chilled. Cold more often than not. Pale skin cool to the touch, innards hollowed. Heat no longer lingers in his skin, no longer pumps through his veins- he’s never fed enough for the blood to truly pump. Barely kept at the edge of starvation. A bone deep chill that rarely recedes, his body never warm- not even his.

The only breaks are not warmth. But smothering heat, cloying heat- the slap of flesh, the friction of grinding bodies. A temporary surface level heat, it stays in his skin for a moment, but it never reaches his bones. It’d burn him alive if it did. Stick sweat, the sear of groping hands, touches he doesn’t want, didn’t ask for, made to take, made to endure, made to be used- his body is not his, the only retreat a wandering mind.

He thinks he prefers the chill. Even in the coffin, it was coldest by far, even when he screamed and his throat ran raw- even the blood drawn from his clawing, breaking fingers couldn’t warm him. But at least the only hands in the prison were his own, well- not his, but a small comfort regardless.

Blinding rays of sun, sand beneath his fingers- a jolt of fear, a prey animal instinct curling around his insides and demanding he run. The sun, bright and big, it hangs above his head and he waits for the flames. To die in smothering burn and ache, for all to end in heat.

His skin doesn’t blister, doesn’t char- it warms.

And he can’t help but think faintly that two-hunded or more years ago, a version of him that’s long since died- liked to feel the sun on his face, when it felt like his.

No one takes the sun from him, not truly- only missing out on it’s rays when the night falls and he finds himself yearning to feel it again. But in those moments, it’s replaced by the crackle of bonfire. Flickering orange flames throwing off thin remnants of warmth, though it comes of his company is far larger waves.

The body heat most give off, most with proper pumping hearts, the living. Even without their skin touching his, he can feel it when they linger around the same space- the warmth that comes off their skin, when they share stories and pass around cheap acrid excuses for alcohol.

A small bump, a jostle, his skin prickles- hackles raised like a cat, an arm brushing his when their leader turned too quick. When they forgot the space between them, an accident, barely last a moment but the warmth of their skin lingers on his own, doesn’t burn, and there’s an apology on their lips a moment later. For something so small, so pathetic- already sorry, sorry to touch him without meaning to, without asking to. They treat his body like it’s his, he wishes it felt like it was.

Warmth of blood- a full belly. He’s never felt so sated, so powerful, so warm. He drains boards until they’re nothing but hide and flesh, drinks a bear until his stomach feels it may burst- but it never feels like enough, never sated after knowing hunger so long.

He tries to sneak his fangs between their veins, to sape some of the warmth that still a tenday later still clings to his arm- to know what it may be like to eat what he never could, to have more power. Maybe then his body will feel like his own, he tries to take without asking- that’s what the world does, so why shouldn’t he?

But then they let him. Let him feed. Let him eat, allow him to sate himself. Allow him to climb over their body, to feel the same warmth of their body nears his- then drain the heat of their blood. To drink until he can feel a chill enter them, until he nearly sapped all that precious warmth, only then asking him to stop. Forced to tear his fangs from their flesh, a bone deep warmth inside of him, settling in his veins- in his gullet. He thinks this may be what people mean when they speak of the warmth of a homecooked meal, he can’t remember if he’s ever had one- but this feels cozy, pleasant, warm.

And they let him do it again.

Let him feed when he needs to. Let him sidle up to their side every couple nights, lean into that warmth, bury his teeth- and he waits for the burn. Waits for that warmth and comfort to give away to the scorch of a wandering hand. For the spike of arousal he feels in their system when he bites to become a grope, a push, to find himself on his back, and used. His body not his own.

But their hands never stray. Never demand. Never even ask. They allow him his fill and allow him what he wants after. At first to leave with no questions, no fuss- no ask for more, just a kind good night as he saunters off with a full belly. Later, they allow him to stay. Allow him to pull off their bleeding veins and linger. To lay the weight of his head between their neck and shoulder, to lean into their skin. Never a question, never an accusation- there are no demands made of him. Allowed to sprawl like a cat against a sun warmed patch of grass.

He feels the sun, he sates his hunger, he knows warmth- but the chill is never far behind. He’s a hunted man, a hunter in a bog- a reminder that he’s not cut his collar, but merely lengthened his leash. That until he can sever it, until he can off off the hand yanking it back- he will never be free. His body will never be his own. He will find himself again in a world of chill and burn.

It’s a plan. A strategy. Not affection or love that pulls him to invite them out. Someone to keep him protected. To help keep him safe as he figures his way out of this, as he tries to sever his leash. They’re the obvious choice. The leader of the motley crew, at times desperate good doer, already fond of him, and most importantly- they want his body. He feels it in the casual lingering glance, the hormones in their blood when he drinks from them- they don’t say it, but they want him. And if they’re willing to slaughter a hunter for him now, what will they do once they’ve been given his body? How much harder will they fight for him if he gives them what they want? All anyone wants from him.

His body is a weapon, wielded by Cazador for two-hundred year- why shouldn’t he wield it as well?

This time it’s his choice. It’s different. He initiated. He asked for this. Not in a pathetic simpering self blaming way, but he verbally asked for it- he invited them out. His way to claw back some power, some control, to use and be used but on his own terms- for his own safety, his own freedom. It’s his choice, for once in two-hundred fucking years it is his choice.

But it feels like it did every time before. He chose this, but it doesn’t feel like it. Still a tool but he’s learned how to work without his master, still a means to an end- his flesh just the way of getting what’s needed. The same cloy of body heat, the cling of sweat, his mind far away. His body not his own, abandoned as it does what it needs to. It’ll help him in the long run, it’ll be okay, steel his nerves, and wait for it to be done. Tells himself there’s a power in this, he’s making a choice, he’s choosing himself- protecting himself, that he’ll never feel the bone deep chill again.

He feels half frozen when he lays at their side.

He plays his act as well as he always does. Uses his body when he needs to. Manipulate. Seduce. Trick. Running off a script he’s memorized over and over. Same song, same dance- telling himself he’s running the show. But between lies and disassociation, the other things bleed through.

Warmth. Being asked for nothing but a cuddle on a cold night, his flesh unable to warm- but they ask to curl around him all the same. They give them sweet words and kind gestures, he gives them back with a smile that doesn’t always reach his eyes. They worry for him, fret over him, and at some point he realizes he’s the only one pushing for those burning touches. Those moments where his mind has to wander to make it okay, because otherwise- why would they keep this going on? If he’s not spreading his legs, what good is he? He can’t risk them losing interest. Can’t risk them growing bored before he gets the leash severed, before they’ve helped him- before he’s used them.

A broken mirror, long forgotten after a conversation of forced compliments and faded memories. He assumed it’d been abandoned at the same campsite he’d thrown it against the ground on. Reminded that he’ll never see the visage of who he was again, that who he was is but a stolen memory.

But it’s silver decorated handle is laying face down in his tent night. No speck of dirt nor grime, plucking it up between his fingers. His eyes narrow, a portrait in charcoal, the paper tucked neatly within the framing panel where the mirror glass once sat. The visage of a man looking back at him- sharp eyes, hair curling around his ears, smile lines- a name jotted in the corner.

Astarion.

It’s him. And he knows exactly who did it. The only person who would, the same person now poking their head into his tent- but something is wrong.

His face burns with warmth and heat, up his cheekbones and clear into the tips of his ears as they poke their curious face inside, their own face a deeper ruddier shade than usual. An awkward scratch of their neck, acknowledging he found their present- asking if he likes it, but how can he even know when there’s a sudden inferno in his face. Not smothering or cloying, but hot. Fever was a symptom of the parasite wasn’t it, is that what this is? His fingers graze his cheekbones, brush along his jaw- they feel warm and alive, but they shouldn’t

“Something is wrong, my face is- my face is burning,” he yells, he warns, feeling the fear in his chest pit- of course he’d turn first, the world too cruel to do anything else, “Am I, is this-”

Hands delicately cup his cheeks, warm, so warm- their eyes examine him as they did the night they played his mirror, the heat only worsens- the fever spikes. Their thumbs stroke along his jaw where tentacles would split his flesh.

“No squidier than before, love- just a little flushed,” they tell him and the heatn only spreads- flushed, blushing. He hardly ever had the blood to do it before, barely enough to perform how he was forced to.

But his stomach is no longer concave. His skin so rarely chilled. And an affection he’s lied to get is turning his face scarlet. Too much, far too much- pitting a heat in his chest, where the warmth has never reached.

And eventually he can lie no more. Can use no more. Defenses laid down and vulnerabilities splayed out like viscera in an autopsy. The truth of how it hurts to be used, how it hurts to never be in his own body, how it never feels like it’s his body, and how it hurts that he’s done it to himself as readily as Cazador did it to him.

He waits for the rejection, refusal- what good is he if he cannot sate them, what use is he if not fro what’s between his legs, and if can no longer give that- what else does he have to give?

Arms wrap around him- warmth. And he hardly knows what to do with himself, where to put his hands, or how to pull them in. But it settles in his bones and he longs to cling, to allow himself to cling. To cling to every promise on their lips, that it’s okay, he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to- that they don’t need anything from him he isn’t willing to give.

That never need feel a touch he doesn’t want.

That his body is his own.

It may be the first promise he’s never seen broken.

His body is his own, his life is own, and he’s allowed the space to learn what that means for him. He’s allowed to make choices, some good, some bad. He tries things outside his comfort zone- some good, some bad. Sometimes he feels silly, making choices, agreeing to things- only to find himself unhappy, uncomfortable. To learn it’s not something he wanted. But every misstep, every utterance of ‘I thought I was ready, I thought I’d be okay,’ is met with nothing but warmth, it’s okay that he didn’t know. It’s okay that he’s relearning how to own his skin, his body, his life- that it’s not an easy process, but he’s learning who he is. And he doesn’t need to know every answer, they’ll learn them together in time.

But the leash still clings. A hand still pulls and temptation calls to him.

And he makes a choice.

He stabs and he stabs, until his blade chips into the floor. The warmth of blood on his skin, soaking into him- Cazador’s. The hand that pulled finally severed and his body wracks with tears, with hurt, and he cries out. Cries out for two-hundred years of chill. Cries out for the power he didn’t grasp. Cries out for everything he’s lost, he’s gained, and the path that lies ahead. Cries for the sun that may never warm his skin again.

Cries until arms wrap around him, until he’s pulled into familiar warmth- until he’s sobbing into the joint between their neck and shoulder, the place he’s began to see as home. A promise in their touch, in their love, their grace, their kindness- that he may never know the warmth of the sun, but he’ll never feel that chill or burn again, that their warmth will fill the spaces where sunlight can no longer reach.

He hopes that too is a promise he’ll never see break.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion acunin #astarion x tav #astarion x durge

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ayothepizzahere4 · 5 months ago

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Hey chat so what if I madr a hc list for twee uuuuhhhtf2 gabg for my game isekai fanfic. No? Too bad chat

YOU. Medics a chimera of a dove and most likely a snake as well :3 a hunded percent not based off falin... Anywau my brother is HUGE (in HEIGHT.) LIKE... Also he most likely spits poison or something idk honestly

He is sentient in the real world and not in the game

He probably is very new to the game and just wanted to choose the chimera option because of his favorite dove Archimedes 🙏🏽🙏🏽🫶🏽

SOLDIER WHEN I GET YOU ITS ON SIGHT.

Soldier is a tlincalli/scorpion man and a hundred percent doesn't accidently pokes himself with the stinger half of the time. He's WANTED. WANTED AS IN 1937928382010193848585010274847 DOLLAR REWARD. WTF... He is also HUUGGEEE most likely 10-20 feet in height

He also isn't IN the game 😞

He definitely has been playing for like a few months and somehow is high skill and escaped from the villages prison despite being a KNIGHT.

PYRO 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

They're a Wood woad :3 aka ermmm sentient wood. Anyway :333 they probably still has SOMETHING that covers their body ofc. (I don't like using periods they make me feel like I have no sense of humor) they can definitely produce spores that can paralyze or make someone pass out

They LOVE this game. They've been playing it for most likely YEARS

I'm going to do bad things to you sir

I'm going for the bait chat he's probably a fairy 🙏🏽 BECAUSE fairy's can use fairy dust to make the people around them (depending on the radius and power) have illusions and most likely have a high. Either that OOORRR a quickling

He ONLY. AND ONLY plays it because his co-workers (spy, pyro and my OC) asked him to play it

He actually likes to play the game to pass time but also says it's a waste of time at the same time 🙏🏽

Strangles u

He's most likely an elf archer or something BOORRRING like that (I didn't think about his species yet 😞) OORRR maybe a snake person/naga??? Idk or maybe a deer person also :3

He does NOT gaf about this game but idc 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 (forgor to put these here before but) he is NOT in the game world/isekai

He's my dad guys hehehhe :3

HEEEEE he is probably one of those dragons that can turn human (kinda like the dragons/tahro from mkdm/miss kobayashis dragon maid) and most likely has lava/magma breathing :3 (with the magma he can build huts for his missions/adventures)

ALSO played the game cus his coworkers asked him to and actually likes it :3 (not In the game world 😞)

Mmm I'm killing you :3

SCOUT he's probably some kind of living armor species that's like probably rlly buff or something (and is the opposite) ALSO is just a slime controlling the armor and he was MAD when he found out

HE'S ACTUALLY THE ONE WHO STARTED THE WHOLE THING first he asked my OC and she started asking the others to play it he's been playing it for YEARS like since highschool

He helped out the others when they started playing and would break soldier out half of the time 😭

Hiii heavy hihhihhigi hi :3

Imma go straight to the point he's probably an orc or doesn't even play the game at all 😭 (hadn't thought of his part of the story yet 😞)

NOT in the game world

dawg drink some water wtf is up with you

I'm sorry sir but what COULD you be cus if sniper isn't the deer person you are 🙏🏽 or he could just be a plain human not even a traveler but a CIVILIAN. Like. Imagine like he just joined the game because there was bars and stuff in the game but then being approached by a chimera, scorpion man, LIVING ARMOR. A FAIRY??? A DRAGOOONNNNN???? JUST TO ASK IF NOT FORCE YOU TO GO ON INGAME ADVENTURES WITH THEM???

Most likely due to his alcoholic behaviors he most likely IS in the game world

FOLLOW ME CHAT 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

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natsumesakasaki666 · 3 months ago

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Candy house chapter 1

[ Reminiscence. First year of ES’s establishment, mid-April, hallway in yumenosaki academy ]

Sora: HaHa~♪

It’s exactly as Sora thought! The true identity of “S1-NON”, is actually Jime-chan, right?

Hajime: S-shhh~! You’re being too loud, Harukawa-kun!

I want to keep my identity hidden because it’s embarrasing, so can you please try to keep it a secret?

Here, I’ll give you some of my homemade pickled plums in return♪

Sora: Jime-chan, you really do sound like an old countryside grandma sometimes~…?

Hajime: Really~? My little sister often gets angry at me and says the same thing. Harukawa-kun, you’re always so on trend, I really envy you!

As I thought…, maybe I should try changing my hair color to something more flashy or try becoming more fashionable?

Sora: HiHi~♪ You’re desperately trying to change the topic, aren’t you~?

Hajime: W-we’re done talking about “S1-NON”! There’s nothing else about it to talk about!

Natsume: —Good Evening, pardon me for butting iN

FuFU. You two looked like you were in depths of a friendly conversaTION, am I interruptING?

Hajime: Sakasaki-senpai! Oh, not at all! Actually your timing is rather perfect…!

Sora: Shisho~! It’s rare to see you here where all the second year classrooms are~

Is something wrong? Ah, did you accidentally walk to your classroom from last year by mistake?

Natsume: My memory’s not that haZY. Don’t think that I’m like Senpai who’s been aging rapidly ever since he started workING.

AnywAYS, I can’t even barely remember the location of my classroom from last year since I often skipped and never took class seriousLY.

Sora: But Shisho~, won’t you repeat a grade if you don’t attend class properly?

Natsume: I’ll manage to pASS. Anyways it’s not like it’s compulsory educatION, it’s up to you whether or not you want to attEND.

More importantLY, Sora, you received a call from Senpai, corrECT? Im not sure of the specific details but we have to meet up at the office in ES.

Sora, I know you tend to get lost in places you aren’t too familiar wITH, so I was thinking that maybe we could hold hands and go togethER! Won’t it be a big hELP?

Sora: HuHu~♪ More like a life saver~ !

Sora’s good at reading maps since he does it all the time in video games! But when he’s in an unfamiliar place, what’s on the map doesn’t always match up with reality , so it gets confusing~

Hajime: ? Huh, what do you mean by the map doesn’t always match up with reality?

Natsume: I don’t know if you know this but Sora has quite the unique sense of perceptION.

Hajime: Oh right, because of his synesthesia——

Natsume: mhM. Sora’s different from uS, he perceives all his senses such as smell and touch through “visION”.

The air that brushes against his skIN, the smells that reach his nOSE, and sounds that vibrate his ear drUMS—

All these factors combine together to form a “color” which is recognized and understood by his eyES.

And that’s why a familiar place can “look” completely different to this chILD. It all depends on the surrounding environmENT.

Comparing this ever-changing reality with a map that forever displays the same information can be quite confusING.

So even if he does read a map properLY, he can still end up getting lOST— it’s quite strangE, isn’t it?

Like yOU, I don’t have synesthesia either so I’m not sure if what I’m saying is 100% correct but this is the conclusion I came up wITH, or so I thINK.

Natsume: Even though Sora exists in the same world as uS, he’s probably living in an entirely other world that’s unimaginable from oURS.

We all perceive this world through using our five senses and brAIN. This causes each of us to see the world a bit differently from one anoTHER.

And Sora’s world so happens to have a particularly large differeNCE.

It’s like how you often hear how difficult it is for left handed people to live in a world that’s tailored to right-handed people who make up the majorITY.

Continuing with that analoGY, it’s as if Sora had been born with one or two hundred limBS.

And sO, which hand would be used to cut paper with scissORS? Is “that hand” everyone talks about the same one that first comes to mIND?

It’s such a world where even the most trivial things can’t be understOOD…..

In the world Sora’s living iN, he must be going through so many hardships and facing difficulties that are completely unimaginable to uS.

Sora: Yup! But that’s why Shisho~ has taught Sora a lot of things to help him~♪

Natsume: It’s a Master’s job to teach his apprentice various techniques that’ll help make life easiER.

Hajime: By the way… Sakasaki-senpai, why does Harukawa-kun call you “Shisho”? Is it just some sort of nickname?

Natsume: FufU. It’s a small story that will bring you to teARS. I also get quite emotional when telling iT.

But instead of thAT, I overheard something interesting earliER— caRE to tell me who this “S1-NON” iS?♪

Hajime: Gyah!? Y-you heard us!? Geez~, it’s all because Harukawa-kun was speaking way too loud!

Sora: HeHe~♪ sorry ‘bout that! Sora has trouble controlling small things like that!

Natsume: Fufu. Isn’t “S1-NON” that dazzling virtual idol that’s been a hot topic on the internet lately?

Hajime: Y-you know about that!? T-then that means there isn’t anything for me to explain to you!

Natsume: The identity of the currently famed “S1-NON” is you Hajime-kun, am I corrECT?

Come to think of iT, it sounds a lot like that nickname Baru-kun calls yOU— It’s very similar to “Shinonon”

Hajime: uuwaaaah…… P-please keep it a secret! I beg of you, I’ll do anything!

I was set up by Idea-sama and Bishoujo senpai!

I’m indebted to them so right after ES was established, I went to go greet them.

Then all of a sudden… m-motion capture? equipment was being attached to me—

I had no clue what was going on but I sang, danced, and spoke as instructed.

And before I knew it, my voice and actions were being converted onto a girl character and then posted onto the internet—

Natsume: There’s a wide range of comments spreading onlinE, “Is she the successor of the legendary virtual idol Kirarai Dearu!?”

“Who’s behind the mysterious beauty known as “S1-NON”!?”, it’s been all the rage lateLY ♪

Sora: Virtual idol?

Natsume: There isn’t an official label for it yet but it’s become a well-established concept on the interNET. Kirarai Dearu hasn’t strayed from not appearing outside their virtual persona so isn’t it a fitting tiTLE?

Hajime: I don’t really get all this vir-virtual stuff, but I hope it doesn’t cause any strange uproar~

I think this is all just something Idea-sama decided to do on a whim, so it’s probably just some joke.

Natsume: FufU. In the near futURE, I have a feeling that the presence of virtual idols will continue to grow more and mORE— It’d be beneficiary to grow proactive in that directION.

I’m being serious when I say thIS. A future in which people call “living” idols outdaTED, isn’t so far off as we may think it iS.

Hajime: But “S1-NON” is someone who’s completely different from who I really am! Please forget about all this!

*sigh* Many people seem to be getting worked up over everything but to be honest, I really don’t get it.

Rather, it’s more like I feel that things happening on the internet are taking priority over real life events.

Maybe it’s because I’m more old-fashioned but… how should I say this?—— There’s this vague sense of uneasiness I feel about all this.

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#ensemble stars #switch #tsumugi aoba #sora harukawa #natsume sakasaki #enstars #hajime shino

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nitw · 1 year ago

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you know what i love? the preservation of obscure animated media. you know what i love even more??? when it's a danish production, because that's pretty rare!!

this is "hund i himlen" (dog in heaven), an animated shortfilm from 2012 directed by jeanette nørgaard, co-founder of the small danish animation studio nørlum - who actually contributed to the production of "song of the sea" by cartoon saloon, and apparently also made quite a few episodes for the first season of the BH6 tv series???? but you gotta understand that original danish animation is hard to come by, especially for a more varied audience.

this film is about a 9 year old girl named lora, who gets sent to live in a monastery, but discovers that they won't allow her to keep her dog. it's a heartwarming, sad, and SURPRISINGLY CREEPY story about grief and religious trauma, even though it's mostly aimed at young kids. i remember being shown this in class when i was little, and i was so terrified of it, but it i also loved it. it's also just one of the most hauntingly beautiful and stylized animations i've ever seen.

i just randomly remembered it last night and decided to track it down! turns out one of the official partners still just has it hosted on their website for free. but for everyone's convenience, and because i really really really want as many people to know about this as possible,,,,,,

i stayed up all night making english subtitles for it here!! please check it out!!!!! i'm gonna pass out now gutbye

#IT'S WORTH IT I PROMISE #also if the gdrive link doesn't work yet it's just because it's still processing - you should be able to download regardless #leo.txt #danish tag

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soelvfisk · 18 hours ago

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Ligger på gæsteværelse i mormors hus. Passer hendes hund. De tager det som det kommer. Forsøger at nedjustere min egen bekymring, så den matcher deres cool. Min mor og lægerne og også min mormor. En meget rolig indstilling de har til det hele. De tackler det bare og ser hvad der sker. Helt fattet. Alle virker som sig selv.

Jeg forærede min mor et puslespil. Med det smukkeste blomstermotiv. Hun blev så glad at hun græd. Jeg blev rørt. Hun følte sig set. Og jeg ser hende. Tænk hvis jeg ikke kunne se hende. Er så glad for at jeg kan finde ud af at se hende. Tak univers.

Har underlige følelser. Kunne ikke forklare dem, da jeg sad på køkkengulvet tidligere. Selvom jeg prøvede.

Skal til samtale hos psykiater i morgen. Igen. Føler det er så basale ting der sker. Min ven skrev og fortalte om sin kandidat. Engang gik vi i klasse sammen. Jeg ku også ha været ved at skrive speciale nu, men jeg har brugt to år på at bo med Stenen og komme mig over Stenens abuse istedet. På at sørge over bortgang af nært familiemedlem. På at battle belastnings-relateret sygdom. På Bjerget og på at tale om renovering og hypotetiske babynavne wtf. På at flytte 6 gange. På at finde ud af hvad jeg nu lige er for et menneske. Ville hellere ha taget en kandidat sammen med sød ven. Tænk at det er TO ÅRS tid der bare er gået på den måde.

Og jeg kan ikke engang spise en hel skive toast.

Fatter ik hvor kæmpe et setback psykisk vold kan være. Seriøst. Tror jeg er i en form for chok over at tiden fortsatte med at gå mens jeg stod stille og famlede efter løsninger. Og det går op for mig nu, hvor galt det stod til.

Hvis jeg taler om hvad der skete med Stenen, så føler jeg, at jeg gambler med min tryghed. Og kaster mig selv tilbage i tid. Og jeg kan høre alle hendes argumenter - at jeg laver om på virkeligheden og hvorfor graver jeg i fortiden og at det aldrig er sket og at det har hun aldrig sagt og at jeg gjorde det hele mod mig selv. Så hvis jeg fortæller om det, er jeg nok bare bange for, at det viser sig at hun har ret. Det er jo derfor jeg har ville dø så meget. Når ens bedste ven behandler en sådan. Jeg troede at jeg var en narcissistisk psykopat til sidst og at verden var bedre uden mig. At min kærlighed var et manipulerende våben og at det var synd for alle jeg var søde imod. Min psykiater læste menneskerettighederne op for mig, fordi jeg ikke troede at jeg fortjente at have et navn og et hjem og behov. Fordi jeg troede at det var hensynsløst af mig. Jeg var helt smadret.

Det jeg har brug for, er at integrere det der skete som noget virkeligt. Så jeg kan forstå at min gigantiske reaktion er berettiget. Mister både tillid til mig selv og andre ved at tie stille. Men jeg tør ikke dele hvad der skete. For det føles som sladder og som ondskabs-snak og som om jeg spiller offer og gør noget strengt mod hende. Hvis selvomsorg er blevet kategoriseret som “narcissistisk adfærd” i min hjerne, så kan jeg godt forstå at det er svært at få det godt. Og at jeg også føler mig helt utroligt ussel, når jeg har det skidt. Dårlig samvittighed uanset hvad.

Det her værelse er beklædt i mørke træpaneler. Det er trygt. Som en hule. Jeg vil sove. Jeg er ikke dum. Jeg må gerne have behov. Jeg kan godt finde ud af at tage hensyn. Stenen er en del af fortiden, selvom den her reaktion og hendes content florerer overalt og fylder nutiden. Jeg er ikke i fare. JA! Jeg er ikke i fare. Jeg må gerne vælge stilhed, når ord føles uhyggelige. Det betyder ikke at jeg lader som om, det ikke skete. Det betyder ikke, at jeg giver andre lov til at behandle mig ligesådan. Det skal nok gå. Jeg er okay. Jeg er lige her. Jeg er i live. Jeg kender søde mennesker. Jeg vil hellere være mig end Stenen. Jeg vil hellere være ptsd autist på vej mod overfladen end forkælet og privilegieblind Sten i glashus. Er det meangirl sagt af mig. Måske. Jeg vil hellere have mine værdier, end hendes. Jeg må godt eksistere uden at være nyttig for hende. Jeg må gerne passe på mig selv og dem jeg elsker. Min kærlighed er ikke et fucking våben! Min sårbarhed er en tillidserklæring og et forsøg på at skabe trygge relationer med plads til at lade paraderne falde. Jeg vil leve et liv, som jeg kan leve i hele mit liv. Og det skal helst ske uden hende. Og sammen med andre. Og så er det ikke vigtigt at der er gået to år, så er det bare vigtigt at jeg er her endnu og prøver på at få det bedre. Lige så stille. Jeg vil ikke være venner med folk, der kun vil være min ven, hvis jeg finder mig i at blive nedbrudt undervejs. Skal ikke bevise min trofashed. Okay en lang tekst. Jeg sku måske bare ha gået i seng. Might delete later. Er bange for at jeg er ond, når jeg sætter grænser på den måde. Er bange for at jeg er ond, fordi det ikke er en generel betragtning, men hæfter sig på oplevelser med et individ der ikke har mulighed for at forsvare sig i dette space. Men hendes forsvar er knive. Og på den måde, kan jeg aldrig få sagt hvad jeg tænker. Nu har jeg forsøgt lidt. Adr. Væmmes over mig selv. Men det er måske ikke min egen væmmelse. Tror det er hendes væmmelse. Jeg ved hun ikke kan lide mine ord. Derfor føles det også hensynsløst at dele. Men jeg gør det ikke for at gøre ondt på hende. Men hvis det gør ondt på hende, er jeg så ikke lige så slem som hende. Og så burde jeg fjerne det. Slette opslaget. For ellers er det mig der udøver psykisk vold mod hende. Og jeg vil ikke være dét menneske. Vil ikke opføre mig sådan. Og så er jeg bare tilbage til at være stille, midt i en reaktion på noget jeg aldrig kan tale om.

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willbeck · 8 months ago

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What 'The Human Centipede' brings to the table as one of the most notorious horror films known on the internet: (A mini-essay/analysis)

Just the thought of someone's arse being sewed to your mouth is pretty much a reason enough to be absolutely disgusted by the premise of this film. 'The Human Centipede' has undeniably become one of the most notorious horror films (and also a cult favourite) on the internet. The concept itself is an intriguing matter of discussion. With thanks to Tom Six, who brilliantly executes this idea as seen in the first instalment of the franchise, using the perfect casting and setting shown in the film.

Much of the movie's success is mostly attributed to the characters. We look into the perspectives of the kidnapped victims: Two female friends, and a Japanese man - Katsuro. It is to be noted that the initial victim who was in place of Katsuro, is killed by the hands of Dr Heiter when discovered to not share similar blood types with the others. This tells us how the villain - Dr Heiter, is not only a crazy doctor who wants to sew people together - ass-to-mouth, but that he is also very much a cold blooded murderer. While his methods may not be as brutal as the slashers we see in horror movies, there is that one look of him looking extremely stoic, smiling before he kills the first man laying on the hospital bed, as he maintains eye contact, becoming as effective in displaying the man's cruelty. Yet, this is but one of the many reasons why the antagonist of the movie is such a fascinating character to watch on screen.

In order for us to further delve into the Doctor, we need to analyse his iconic monologue:

I'm Dr Josef Heiter. Retired, but still very well known as the leading surgeon separating Siamese twins. Six months ago, I designed a never seen operation, not separating anymore but creating. I transformed my three Rottweilers into a beautiful, three hund construction. Good news! Your tissues match. So... I will explain this spectacular operation only once. We start with cutting the Ligamentum Patellar, the ligaments of the knee caps. So knee extension... Is no longer possible. Pulling from B and C, the central incisors, lateral incisors and canines... From the upper and lower Jaws... The lips from B and C... And the anus of A and B are cut circular along the border between skin and mucosa. The mucus retains so. Two pedicalated grafts are prepared and lifted from the underlying tissue. Below the chins of B to C... Up to their cheeks, connecting the circular mucosa and skin parts of anus and mouth. From A and B, to B and C... Connecting the pedicalated grafts to the chin cheek incisions. From A to B, and B to C. Creating a Siamese triplet, connected via the gastric system. Ingestion by A, passing through B, and the excretion of C... A human centipede. First sequence.

A takeaway from his monologue is how Heiter never makes solid eye contact with his victims. He is seen to be looking, scanning around the room as if he is giving a presentation, yet there is a visible barrier between him and his audience as he ignores the screams and protests from his victims. Katsuro in particular, the Japanese man who is constantly hurling insults at him in Japanese, effectively established this barrier between them by creating a LANGUAGE barrier. We as the audience witnessing what Heiter is about to do to them also do not understand what Katsuro says until we take a look at the captions. Heiter and his victims are far and apart, in two completely different worlds.

Continuing on, we see how Heiter relays about his three hund construction. Something noteworthy to mention would be how this alludes to the greek/roman mythology of the cerberus, also coincidentally a three headed hell hound. Furthermore, Heiter's dogs are also as dark as a hellhound. When one thinks about this mythological creature from hell, it generally gives off an unsettling and intimidating feeling, especially when we read about the many stories on the cerberus. However, the fact that Heiter easily killed his dogs by creating them into a triplet/centipede completely stomps over this mythological figure, placing him in a position of a higher power as we come to the realisation that maybe. Maybe Heiter would actually get his way and create a human centipede out of his victims.

Heiter's use of medical jargon also further distances himself from his victims. They aren't doctors, they don't know what a pedicalated graft is, until they look at the illustrations flashed onscreen by the doctor. They are just typical civilians trying to survive and escape out of this madman's lair. But Heiter's persistence in delivering his speech, just like how your average doctor talks about your medicine prescription, or surgical procedure, paints the man as someone who is devoid of any human empathy. He doesn't feel for his victims (as expressed from his physical AND psychological distance from his victims) To put it simply, he just wants his human centipede.

And if we look at another one of his quotes, during the moment when he chases one of the girls:

The girl: You need help! You're a sick man!

Heiter: I am a sick man (laughs)

If you don't open up immediately, I will.. Cut your knees... And pull out your teeth one by one! Without any anaesthesia! It's your choice!

Funny enough, there is irony in the Doctor telling the girl how it's her 'choice' when she clearly doesn't have any. She is forced to be fit into a human centipede solely for Heiter's pleasure. His laugh signifies his mockery of being called 'sick', instead of getting angry like how a normal person would, and should feel. Heiter has embraced that he may be 'sick' OR he just doesn't care so long as he gets what he wants. The girl's words have no effect on him because remember - he is distanced from his victims. No empathy is felt between them, nor is Heiter even able to express it, which is made much more prominent from how he threatened the girl back.

'Do you already regret your little escape? In fact, I'm thankful for it. Because now, I know most definitely... You, are the middle piece!' (he giggles)

Another chilling line from the surgeon himself. There is a contrast in the girl's fearful expression with Heiter's sadistic smile.

Heiter is also known to have anger issues. From the very moment when he sees one of the girls making her attempt to escape, he immediately yells in frustration as he pushes a cart onto the floor. He doesn't like his plans getting stopped or curbed temporarily. Things have to go his way, smoothly as intended. Take the other instance, when the Police arrive at his home. The man is clearly panicked and is HORRIBLE at lying. As the cops get increasingly suspicious and demanding of him, Heiter throws a fit (when he shouldn't). What was once the clear and calm surgeon shown earlier in the basement, is now reduced to a pile of anger and irrationality, which becomes his inevitable downfall later in the movie.

Now, many things can still be said about the antagonist, but to call him being the only character who made the movie a success, would be an overstatement and a disrespect to the wonderful performances of the victims. 2 best girlfriends, and an unknown stranger. The two girls' bond is so clearly seen from how one tries to save the other when given the chance to escape, trying to drag her heavy body out into the open, only to be shot by Heiter and taken back to the basement.

A tragically disgusting note would be how the two friends are so close, to the point that they are sewn ass to mouth together. We are also given the knowledge (as told by Heiter) of how one of the girls are about to die from food poisoning (well, faeces isn't exactly food but it was ingested nonetheless), which makes their situation all the more worse.

If you think about it this way:

Your precious friend is dying, right behind your arse because she swallowed your faeces. (This might sound funny, but when placed in a true situation, this is a terrifying and sad revelation).

Katsuro, the mysterious Japanese man, is also vital to the plot. Nobody knows who he is, but it is a fact that he is human just like the rest. He wants to get out of this shit situation like the girls. He doesn't know how to talk to them, but tries to communicate using whatever means possible. Yet despite all of his efforts in doing so, he inevitably chooses to commit suicide using a piece of glass, in front of Heiter. This becomes a slap to Heiter's face. Katsuro is DENYING him of his human centipede. He wants NO part in this, and refuses to give the doctor any gratification. He would rather sacrifice his life than to be forced to live a life fully entwined with Heiter's wants and needs. A commendable attack on the antagonist.

With all of this in mind, it collectively boils down to a well thought out script and plot. Yes, there's no denying that the story isn't particularly mind blowing and being a game changer for the horror genre, but it has certainly brought some value and entertainment to people like me. (otherwise why would I write this whole ass essay lmao). Setting-wise, it is simple but effective. Being trapped in a person's home may sound unimpressive for a horror fanatic, but when 'The Human Centipede' adds into this equation, it makes it all the more disturbing. Coupled with Heiter as a character, we certainly do not want to be entangled in this mess of being turned into a triplet or some sort.

#the human centipede #dr heiter #josef heiter #i wrote this last year lmao and i forgot to post it #peak thc autism #just gonna dump this here i guess

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samicakes-exe · 1 year ago

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There is no market for this character I KNOW but he's been living in me and my friend's brain rent free sooo heres a fic <3 also hes very pretty look at him

words: 5k n a half so a 20 minute read <3

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟ <3

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies blood death in general, hard sex, teasing, VERY SACRILEGIOUS OMG I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME, afab reader, feminine pet names, reader had boobs and a puss. Degradation, praise. edited but still sucks so bad omg im embarrassed.

ℕ𝕆 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 𝕊𝕄𝕌𝕋

Stained glass laid out in bits and pieces, swallowing up most of the floor. It crunched underneath The Collector's boots as he walked through the carnage, slain demons and your fallen comrades both joined together now in blood and guts. All of it splattered along the motel’s walls and painted the ceiling. The greens and reds pooled together and dripped down. A horrendous sight for you but for him: it was what he’s been waiting for these last hundred-something years. He stopped and knelt before Brayker’s body. It was beaten, crumpled, and bloody. The hole in the chest, blood there was thick and lathered around like someone took a butterknife of jam to toast. A rather large smirk split his lips apart, he poked one of the exposed rib bones.

“I told you this would happen, Honey.” His voice rang out, bouncing along the walls, and a chuckle soon followed. “I was right wasn’t I?”

He stood up, brushing his finger off on his slacks.

“It’s okay sweetheart~”

You stayed still, jaw clenched tight, teeth digging so far into each other that they threatened to snap. The key was clutched in your right hand over your heart. You overfilled it some, splattering you with the holy blood. It dripped between your breasts. Footsteps passed over your hiding spot- pressed against the wall amidst the heavy curtains.

“That offer still stands. Hell, I’ll only add more!” He kicked at the dust bunnies while he paced around the attic floor. He knew you were here, he could smell you in the air. He walked past you once more, now going in circles. Stepping over Brayker each time.

“Ya know I had a feeling about you Y/N. Y/N, such a pretty name, isn’t it?” He stopped pacing. He was facing the broken window, looking out into the night sky. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

He turned on his heels to face you- hidden in the thick curtains, soaked with fear and with the stars burnt into your hand still itching. You held the key tighter. You held your breath longer. You felt his stare but prayed that he would ignore you. The amens fell flat when he inched closer, his footsteps thrumming in your ears.

“Y/N we can do this the easy way where you show yourself or..” He trailed off and took another step. Your breath hitched, your body trembled when air filled your lungs. Cockiness lit up his face as he tilted his head back at the slight noise. He almost didn’t hear it but was glad that he did. He revelled in it. How delicious it was. How breathy it was. How fearful it was sent a throb through his cock. Something you've been doing to him the entire night. Whenever he first walked through the motel’s door and laid eyes on you- unlocked something deep within him, whether it was L-O-V-E or lust didn't matter one bit. He saved you last for a reason. You never eat dessert before dinner, do you?

A hand of yours pulled back the curtain to reveal yourself, holding the key to your chest tight like an old woman clutching her pearls. You didn’t let him finish the threat. You stood there, quiet but shaking as your eyes met with his. The Collector grinned wide and you watched his gaze go elsewhere, drinking your body in. He studied your face then down your neck, shoulders and finally your chest- Where Brayker’s blood pooled and dripped down your cleavage. He followed the dried trail until your white tank top stopped him, that’ll be fixed soon if he had anything to do with it. His eyes moved over to the key next. The entire reason he was here. The thing he spent a hundred years chasing.

His attention was pulled right back to you when through chattering teeth you spoke up. “The offer earlier…? Does it… Can I?”

He brought his eyes to meet with yours and there they stayed, his grin never leaving his face. He closed the distance between you two by gently pushing you against the wall, his arms above your head. You never noticed how tall he was and how nice he smelt.

“Can I? Does it?” He chuckled, tilting his head with each word. Still, his eyes focused on yours. “Come on, use your words, I know you can.”

You swallowed a breath you held in your mouth. You were too scared to break eye-contact and he liked it that way. “Can I take the deal?”

“Oh pretty girl I wanna give you more than just the deal~” He said, his willpower was fading faster by the second. He couldn’t break yet especially when he was so close to his reward. He leaned closer to you. There he stayed, staring into your eyes for a few seconds more before he moved his face into the crook of your neck. The scent of you drove him utterly insane.

“All you have to do is hand over that little key~ Dump all that nasty blood out.” he spoke into the skin of your neck. Not yet marked. Not yet tainted. He could taste the built up desire on his tongue. All he allowed himself to do was press his lips on your skin twice. He could feel your heartbeat thumping. The small taste of you made his mouth water. He would give anything to rid of this facade, to fully take and ruin you but he held firm. He wanted you to want him, he wanted you to beg and so he’ll wait like a dog until you do so..

“No.”

The collector was taken aback. He pulled away, looking back into your eyes. His lips pulled into a small frown and his eyebrows knitted together. “No?”

“No.” You were firm with your words, “You could trick me.”

The Collector huffed as he straightened up and his gaze turned elsewhere, landing on Brayker’s body. “Smart girl. I won’t tamper with the deal, you have my word.”

“I’ll be yours, right? I’ll stay human… right?”

The Collector nodded. He wasn’t sure which head he was thinking with right now but his eyes never glanced back to the key, instead he focused on your neck. Right where he laid those two kisses. The way your skin felt on his lips will forever be burned in his mind. He was focused on the thought of you taking the deal. The facade crumbled down further when your grip loosened on the key, his eyes flicked back to yours.

“Yes of course Y/N… Is that a deal?”

“I get to keep the key.”

“For now but after our little affair, you hand that over.” He smiled.

With the lens of fear gone, you were finally able to take him in for what he was: A desperate mess of a man with his nice dress shirt halfway undone exposing his chest. His eyes never left your face while yours took in his form. He was pretty, you thought that when you first saw him and up until he put a hole in one of the officer’s heads. Now? Well, you still find him pretty.

“Deal.” Your voice wasn’t as shaky as it was before.

The Collector relaxed his body. That was all he needed to hear, he will get the begging out of you later but for now all he wanted was to touch you, to sink his teeth in. He pulled you against his body by your arm that wasn’t currently holding the key. The key was the least of his worries. He didn’t break his focus when you tossed it over to Brayker, it landed on his lap. He grabbed your other arm now free of the thing that could kill him and pulled both up above your head, pinning the wrists to the wall. The Collector’s lips found their way back to your neck, kissing it lightly. He treated you like prized crystal, scared that you might break- He’ll save that for later.

“See Y/N how easy it was to give into me~ We both wanted this.” His lips traveled to the underside of your jaw while you focused on anything other than Brayker hunched over in the corner. Lifeless but there was an air of disappointment around him still. You clenched your teeth tight and tried to focus on the feeling of the demon’s lips on your skin, his teeth nipping the place where your heart beat the strongest.

“Do I make you nervous?” He spoke, his breath hot against the newly marked flesh. You didn’t answer as your eyes found their way back to Brayker’s corpse.

“Does…” He cleared his throat. “Brayker make you nervous?

“I mean.. It feels...”

“Sacrilegious? Blasphemous? what ?” He whispered in between the many kisses along the most prominent vein you had.

“Wrong… I mean can we like….not do it in front of a corpse?”

“Baby… The whole motel is stuffed full of them-” He laughed a bit, his mouth leaving your neck as he pulled away to look at you again. He couldn’t get enough of how pretty you were. The grin on his face was prominent. His eyes looked you up and down but they always found their way back to the forming hickeys on your neck, he laughed. “But for you.. I’ll do anything.”

Right before you the room changed from the tiny attic space with an ashamed Brayker inside to a room you’ve been in before. The one you woke up in this morning, the cheap blankets messily pushed to one side, the pillows flattened, and clothes sprawled all over the floor. The moon slipping in through the opened window provided the only light source. It was also the same room where he first proposed the deal.

“Better?”

“Cozy” You said with a soft smile on your face.

He chuckled at your response as his hands traveled down your body outlining your waist but your hips is where he stopped, his grip tightened there. He licked his lips, “Good, I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will.”

His hands squeezed your hips hard before they continued down, passing your ass but stopping once more on your upper thighs. He grabbed greedy handfuls and lifted you up. He moved you to where he wanted so easily like you weighed nothing. He tossed you onto your unmade bed and then by the bend of your legs he pulled you to the edge. You watched him fall to his knees before you, his eyes roaming your body. If he was to ever pray, Lord knows that you would be in them.

He was damned, but the taste of your cunt would be the closest thing to god he would ever reach.

“You’re so pretty like this” The words dripped like honey off of his lips. He easily pulled your shorts down and off of you, tossing them on the floor behind him. He looks down, your thighs pressed together to hide the one thing he’s been craving this whole night, he chuckled, “I keep repeating myself huh~”

“Yeah.” You said, voice shaking as the nerves finally hit you. The way he looked up at you, the grin on his face as wide as ever made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You pressed your thighs tighter now.

“Shy?” He asked, rubbing circles into the handprint shaped bruises he left. He enjoyed how soft your skin was. “You weren’t that shy earlier. What happened baby?”

“Well it’s just that-”

“Never had a man before?” His hands gently made their way up your legs.

“No.. uh I have.”

“Sex before marriage? Demon knight’s are accepting everyone now huh. “ He teased, his hands found their way up to your knees where he pried your legs apart. The collector's eyes landed right on your pussy, the pair of panties you had on were ruined by a wet spot. He licked his lips, grin growing wider.

He looked back up to see your face buried in both hands, he laughed, “I barely touched you Y/N”

“Shut up.” Your voice is muffled.

“You want me to shut up, why? Look what only my voice does to your panties. It soaked you completely sweetheart.” He leaned down, his teeth and lips gently brushing along your inner thigh. You peered through your middle and index finger to watch him go lower and that’s where he stopped: You felt his smile against your skin, “I barely touched you YN”

The embarrassment sent a throb through your pussy. You hated the fact that he was right.

“I drive you crazy huh? I'm now touching you like this and you’re throbbing! Your little pussy just can’t take it huh.” his voice was low. “I can’t wait to see what happens when I fuck it.”

He leaned in closer to your covered cunt. He thought the smell of your skin was divine but this was something else entirely. He wouldn’t hold himself back anymore, opening his mouth his tongue giving the wet spot one long lick. He moaned along with you, savoring the taste on his tongue, lips and teeth. He groaned once more and prayed that it would stay.

He needed the taste of you fully engulfing his senses so his hands made quick work of the thing blocking it; tearing off your panties and tossing them elsewhere. You watched through your fingers as he buried his mouth into your pussy. He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes as his tongue swirled around your clit, his hands gripping the meatiest part of your thighs.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, desperately trying to buck your hips but he held you right against his mouth. There he savored each and every part of your pussy.

He groaned into your cunt openly, the taste of you was worth these hundred years. The pathetic noises from you made his grip tightened on your thighs. He moved your cunt up and down on his expert mouth and he watched how you squirmed.

Your hands fell to either side of you, digging your nails into the sheets. “Fuck! Oh god fuck! God, I’m gonna cum!”

With a low chuckle he pulled away, looking up at you with a wicked grin. A loud moan left your throat as two of his thick fingers filled your needy hole.

“I’m your god now sweetheart~” He worked his fingers against every sweet spot you had, the butt of his palm digging into your throbbing clit. He watched your needy and pathetic thrusts to get his fingers deeper in you.

“No use praying to something other than me.” He kissed your twitching inner thighs as his fingers grew rougher, fucking hard into your g-spot. The knot in your stomach grew tighter with every kiss and bite he littered on your thigh. He could feel how close you were on his fingers, how you squeezed them tight.

He smiled, “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

He felt the muscles in your thighs tensed up under his lips first then the gush of your pussy slicking his fingers. He looked up at you with your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking as you rode out the highest wave of your orgasm.

“Good girl.” He slowly pulled his fingers out leaving you empty for now. “You did so good.”

He gently lifted you up and stood with you in his arms, holding you close. His lips found their way back to your neck, covering the harsh bites with gentle pecks. You both stayed like that until you calmed down from your high then he sat you down on the floor close to the edge of the bed.

“I made you feel really good didn’t I Y/N?” The collector sat in front of you propped up on his elbows, his legs spread and his dress pants tight. He tilted his head looking down at you, '`Do you want to make me feel that good?’

You swallowed hard as your eyes met with his. ”Yes.”

“Then you know what you have to do, pretty girl.”

You locked eyes with him as your hands traveled his legs, starting at his calves first. The dress pants were soft and gave you no trouble on the journey up. You felt how muscular he was through them, passing his knees and now going up his thighs. The smile on his face widened and twisted into a grin the closer you got to his throbbing cock, his mouth water seeing your head following close behind. He raised his hand to stop you however seeing yours reaching for the zipper.

“It would be a waste if you do it with your hands.” He said, pushing his hips up a little. “Do it with your mouth.

The familiar heat rushed to your face once more as your hands stopped at his upper thighs. You didn’t know which was more embarrassing- A demon getting you this worked up or the fact that you were now leaning down, following his command like a puppy. Your lips wrapped around the metal zipper and your teeth pinched it. A hand of his wrapped itself up in your hair, keeping a good hold of your head.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

The sound of the zipper broke the silence between you two, his hand guiding and making you go the slow pace he decided. The collector wanted to sit in this moment longer, he reveled in how he had a demon knight on their knees before him. However you reached the end and spat the metal tag out. You raised your head to look up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“It’s not gonna take itself out” He chuckled, his thumb stroking your forehead while his other fingers tangled in your hair. “Come on now.”

“Stop ordering me around.” You murmured, as your dominant hand slipped into the opening of his pants and boxers. It wrapped around the base of his cock and gently pulled it out: It stood tall, hard and throbbing. Maybe the biggest one you’ve ever seen, not that you were that experienced.

“I will when you stop liking it.” He playfully snapped back, watching you holding it up by the base, cheeks heating up to a beet red and your mouth hung open. It all sent a throb to his cock but the wait drove him insane.

“Are you just going to stare or do I have to force you, pretty girl.” His tone was harsh, tightening the grip he had on your hair.

“Yes sir.” You lowered your head, your tongue poked out of your mouth and gave him a long slow lick to the mushroom head. The sound that left his body was delicious: A soft breathy groan. You almost didn’t hear it at first but now that you did, you needed to pull more sounds out of him. More licks were given to the tip, your tongue trailing along the slit. The sounds coming out of him were pathetic and you wondered how long it had been for him. He lifted his hips, wanting to dip into your mouth for only a second but despite the tight hole he had on your hair- You were in control for now at least.

“Oh fuck~” He spoke inbetween the hot and heavy breaths he was taking. Another groan pushed through them as you gave another lick to his slit.

You licked your lips before giving wet kisses along the side of his cock. He leaned his head back, the sight of you would be enough to last him another hundred years. He sounded more desperate than he would like to admit but your mouth was heavenly. The extra spit made his cock shine as you made you work back up to his tip. Another groan pushed out of his throat as finally your soft mouth wrapped around his cock. You took him in deeper at your own pace but paused halfway through: Drool dripped down the side of his shaft and pooled at the base of his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, baby. C’mon just a little more~” He moaned, lifting his head to see you drooling on his cock. The sight of it was almost better than the feeling. He then pushed his hips up making the tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged, your mouth constricted on him.

“I will make you take it all, princess.” He groaned.

You collected yourself briefly before trying to take him in deeper again. The hand of the back of your head pushed down and you gagged again, his cock thumping the back of your throat. He grunted, his hips bucking a little impatiently.

“You know you’re gonna take all of me right Y/N?” he grunted out through clenched teeth. It felt great with him halfway down your throat but no, he needed more. He needed to have you gagging and tearing up on his too big of a cock. If this was just a one night thing- he was gonna use all of you. As much as you can or can’t handle. Eventually he began to slide his cock deeper into your throat with you gagging the entire way.

“That’s it baby girl~” He leaned his head back. “Swallow this thick fucking cock.”

You followed his orders to the best of your current situation, swallowing around his cock. You felt it throb in your mouth and his legs buckled. He pulled your head up so he could look at your face.

“Look at you~” He smiled. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

He pushed your head back down, your throat opening wide for him. Tears brimmed your eyes as he pushed the last few inches deeper, your nose buried deep in his pubic hair. He held you there, groaning lightly. Your throat wrapped tightly around him. This had to be what heaven was. He pulled your head off of his cock, strings of salvia connecting your mouth to it.You took in greedy breaths of fresh air but as fast as you were pulled off of it: You were back with your nose pressed right against his groin, throat filled with his cock, and you felt it throb against your tongue.

“Fuck~”

He thrusted deeply into your mouth and all you could do was take it. Cold tears spilled down your hot cheeks. He moaned loud, his hold on your head only tightened the longer he went on.

“Fuck oh fuck! A little more baby. You can do that, can you?” You could only let out a choked out moan in response, it barely resembled any English but it was enough of a yes for him, “Atta girl.”

His thrusts became sloppy until he held you right against his groin. The deep moans turned into animalistic sounds resembling the lesser demons from before. His cum flooded your throat, coating it in white. He kept you there, until every drop was in your mouth.

“Swallow all of it.” He ordered, looking down at you. A pretty sight with your eyes watering, face flushed and all of his big cock firmly down your throat. “All of it.”

“Mhm!” You swallowed around his cock the best you could. He pulled your head off of it slowly, taking in how much drool you covered it in, how you were swallowing every last drop of him. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show it was empty. His hand left your hair and tilted your chin up. You were so pretty like this- ruined.

He closed the distance between you both, his tongue filled up your mouth. The kiss was slow and gentle, taking his time with you. He gently lifted you up once more, his hands squeezing your sides and he placed you on his lap. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning. A thin strand of spit connecting your mouths, “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You didn’t answer, still catching your breath from earlier. The collector’s hand traveled up your neck and through your hair. He got a good grip and jerked your head back to make you face the ceiling. His lips, teeth, and tongue attacked your neck, over the same marking he’s already made. Meanwhile he manhandled your body, leaving his hand and fingerprints into your soft skin but one found its place digging into the fat of your hip. His free hand however reached down, lining his cock with your entrance. He buried all of his impressive length deep into your pussy, stifling his groans with the marked flesh in his mouth. You felt divine.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned, hunched over him. The lethal grip on your hips kept you up. He lifted your body and slammed it back down, bottoming you out. His cock reached the deepest part of you, hitting that little bundle of nerves that made you see stars. The squeal that left your lips made him hit it again and again.

“That’s it baby.” He said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back moans and grunts. “Take my fucking cock.”

You couldn’t think straight as he forced you up and down his cock, his tip pounding into your g-spot each time. Your mouth was opening and drool was slowly dribbling out, landing on his chest.

“Such a good girl~ Letting the demon fuck your innocent little cunt.” He teased, “What would Brayker say? Seeing his precious little Demon Knight getting fucked like a worthless slut?”

Leaning back, he started thrusting up into you now and watching you hold yourself up by two hands on his chest. His thrusts were brutal. Every slam to your little spot made the knot in your stomach tighter. Your nerves felt like they were lit on fire, and you weren't sure how you were able to hold on this long and neither did he.

“But such a pretty slut~ with a pretty little pussy~” He cooed, one of his hands left your hips and placed itself on your stomach: his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. He laughed seeing your body twitch and twist around, the knot tighter and tighter. “Is my little demon knight gonna cum?”

He rubbed a little rougher but it was nothing compared to his thrusts. He kept that brutal pace, your g-spot getting abused. “Go ahead sweetheart. Go on and cum for me.” He ordered, a smile stretching his lips wide.

Another brutal smack made you see white. The knot bursting and all of the muscles in your body twitching. A scream ripped out of your throat as you fell on his chest, your body shaking while it tried to recover from the intense high. You didn’t see it. Hell, you didn’t even feel it but the amount of juices covering both you and him was embarrassing. The collector slowed down his thrusts. He didn’t want you to pass out at least, not yet.

He buried his face in hair, now whispering praises into it, “Good job baby. That was a lot huh~ You did so well handling it to the pretty girl.”

He was inhaling the smell of your sweat mixed with the conditioner you used, your perfume and now your cum. He couldn’t get enough of the scent, it drove him wild. He stayed still while you rode out your high.

“Nod your head baby if you’re okay, can you do that for me?” He didn’t raise his voice beyond a whisper, pulling his head back to watch your face.

You found enough strength to nod and that was all he needed: flipping you both over so now you were on your back, your legs now resting on his broad shoulders. He smiled down at you, “Good girl~ You follow orders so well.”

You looked so pretty like this: breathing heavy, skin flushed a light pink and covered in his marks. He wanted to push you further.

“I’m going to put the fear of god in you, pretty-girl.” He chuckled.

Your body twitched at the threat, staring up at him through half lidded eyes. He slowly kept pumping into your sensitive cunt. “Did I fuck my little baby speechless?”

You opened your mouth to speak but with another rock of his hips it melted into a long moan. His calloused hands roamed and worshiped your overwhelmed body: One finding itself wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make your head fuzzy. The other hand supported his weight while he loomed over you, grin as wide as ever.

“Can you speak for me, pretty girl? C’mon speak.” He gave an encouraging nod with each word, eyes studying your face. You opened your mouth and the start of a sentence turned into a slurred mess of words while the hand on your neck squeezed hard. He then buried himself into you fully, watching all of your thoughts melt together.

“”Don't tell me that you can’t speak. Did I fuck you that stupid?”

“Fuck… me… please.” You managed to breathe out. A chuckle filled your ears as he shallowly thrusted into you, not wanting to pull out since you felt so nice inside. “Thought you.. Were.. fuck…. Gonna put the fear of god in me..”

Both of you erupted in pathetic moans. as he pulled out entirely and slammed back in, “You want to be ruined huh.. You really want to be fucked into a mess.” He said and another hard thrust punctuated his point. “You’re begging for it.”

The small motel room was filled with the loud moans he ripped from you. The thrusts were brutal, his pelvis smacking into your clit every time he bottomed out. He was staring down at you, watching your face twist in pleasure, your eyes fluttering before they rolled back.

“God isn't going to save you when I break you, baby. I hope you know that.” he grunted, “You can try but he wont answer…”

A wicked smirk spread his lips apart, he slowed his thrusts as his face got closer to yours. “Repeat after me, pretty girl.. Our father who art in heaven.” His voice was nothing more but a breathy whisper, hot against your skin.

You struggled at finding the words with every hard thrust knocking you back into a moaning mess. In due time you able to stutter out, “Our.. fuck.. Father who art.. Ahh oh my god! In heaven!”

“Hallowed be thy name.”

your mouth hung open instead of prayers, long moans filled The Collector’s ears. He laughed, “No no no pretty girl. Say your prayer~ What would your little boss think?”

One of his hands rested on your lower belly, his thumb rubbing your clit. God left your mind as well as Brayker, the deal you made, and your friend lying dead in the hotel lobby. A loud moan slurred your words, the knot in your stomach swelling and tightening up.

“Good girl.” He breathed out, burying his face back in your neck. He rubbed harder circles into the swollen nub, “Fuck you feel.. So good.”

He stayed quiet feeling your walls clench every time he fully was inside. It took him a minute to speak again, “Thy kingdom done. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

You moaned out what barely resembled the prayer but he rewarded you with another hard thrust, knocking every thought out of your head. The collector finding it hard to get through the praise himself, the way you sucked in him made him see stars. He was able to get it out clear enough for you to understand.

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.” You could feel the shit eating grin against your neck as he rocked into you, his thrust grew sloppier.

“Deliver us from evil, You hear that babygirl.” He said, his husky voice muffled by your bruised skin that was currently in his teeth, it needed to be a deeper shade of red for him to be content. If this was the only night he would have you then he would simply ruin you for anyone else.. “And you’re letting the evil pound your tight wet… Pussy fuck~! You’re gonna cum huh?”

“I'm gonna cum!.. Im gonna cum!” You whimpered. The knot tightened up to a point where it was painful but it was all you could think about.

He had you right where he wanted you to stay and he would do anything to keep you both like this. Damn the key. Damn the hundred years he spent chasing after it. It was all worth nothing compared to how good your walls feel squeezing around him. The thrusts were brutal as ever, his cock was soaked and all he could think about was you cumming on it. The noises leaving his throat were other-worldly and it only spurred you on: Fucking yourself against his hard thrusts the best you could.

The muscles in your legs tightened around his lower back.The knot finally snapped and you saw white.

The scream that left your lips was delicious and he only managed a couple more thrusts before pinning his cock deep in you, filling you with his cum. He used his remaining strength to move you both over, him laying on his back with you sprawled out on his chest.

The two of you stayed like that in silence with him lazily drawing invisible circles on your back and you listening to his heart beat. He lifted his head when you scratched the stars in your palm.

'Has any of them moved?’

You looked up at him and shook your head.

He smiled, “You know I wouldn’t mind spending another lifetime chasing you.”

“So I get to keep the key?”

“For now.”

#slasher smut #smut #slasher x reader #the collector x reader smut #the collector x reader #demon knight smut #demon knight #x reader smut #I wanna quit writing after finishing this omg

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elektrischemaidchen · 2 months ago

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What's happening here? oO

Fräulein Lacelove has just informed me that we have passed the 1000 mark for the ‘Time Machine’ on Spotify overnight. And we've gained another 44 listeners within a week…

I just had to sit down for a moment.

Firstly, I think it's so nice that so many people like ‘Zeitmaschine’ - but we would never have dreamed that it would get so many listeners at some point. For comparison: our second most popular song ‘Wär ich ein Hund’ has - as of today - been listened to 353 times, and at the beginning of the month ‘Zeitmaschine’ was only just shortly above that.

I have no idea where this has come from so suddenly. Is it because of Lisztober? Is it because of our wonderful little label Eygennutz? Or is it because of our tireless angel of support, Bianca St��cker, who even plays our songs to her dance groups? (Please check her out, she is such a great artist, multi-instrumentalist, gifted tribal dancer, author and such a lovely and sweet human being!!!!) Is it because our friend Robert Lindner, who played our songs on his "Electronic Dreams" Radio show again and again for the last three months?

But we know what we feel: Thank you, really, thank you, thank you, thank you. We don't know who you are or where you come from. But we are humble. Most of all, I want to thank @franzliszt-official again, for creating this challenge. We are learning a lot about ourselves here. And all because of your idea. I think I'm about to cry a little. And then I'll rub Lacelove's nose in the fact that this all just because of Franz. ;)

#franz liszt #lisztomania #elektrischemaidchen #spotify #band diary #lisztober

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skjam · 2 months ago

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Pulptober 2024 Day 7: The Phantom/Beyond Their Homeland

This one's for characters who were created in one country, but are primarily associated with another.

The Phantom was created in America, a proto-superhero, but hailing from the fictitious country of Bangalla, originally somewhere near India. For reasons, it was subsequently established to be somewhere in Central Africa.

HIs concept has become...uncomfortable...over the decades. A white dude who pretends to be immortal by passing a nearly identical costume on to his children to fool the superstitious natives, who worship him like a god? Ow. This is why most treatments of the character just avoid ever talking about that issue.

I've reviewed a couple of things with him in it, including a collected volume of the early comic strip.

The strip is still running, by the way.

And then there's this Dynamite Comics miniseries where the current heir to the Phantom legacy retired and married a native woman, only to have tragedy strike.

The jungle drums speak! The Ghost Who Walks shall live forever!

#pulp heroes #pulptober 2024 #the phantom #the ghost who walks #comic strip #comic books #lee falk

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galaxyedging · 2 years ago

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Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings. Angst. I don't want to give too much away, TLOU type stuff.

You and Joel spend a quiet moment together on patrol

Regret

This was not how you were expecting this day to turn out. Joel frozen as you leaned in to kiss him.

It had taken over a year to get to this point. Everyone at Jackson had been welcoming, cautious but welcoming. The circumstances of your arrival in Jackson won you a lot of good will. It was Tommy who found you while out searching for one of the horses. The poor thing had gotten spooked, throwing one on the newer kids on patrol before bolting. Hearing it's frightened whinnying just off the trail, he pushed through the trees to find you desperately trying to free the frightened mare from some barbed wire. He entered the small clearing with his gun raised. Instinct raised your with one hand as the other stayed on the horse, trying to keep it calm. There was a brief silent exchange before Tommy lowered his weapon. Mirroring his action, you worked together to save the horse. Tommy and the rest of the town were grateful. For you saving the horse and for agreeing to use your skills as a veterinarian to help them in exchange for a safe place for you and your dog to live.

Said dog was a major part in breaking the ice with Jackson more reserved resident, Joel Miller. Joel was relatively new to Jackson too so your houses were practically next to each other. Close enough for Hund to wander over there when he smelled bacon cooking one day. When you caught up to him he was already licking a plate clean. Sat at the foot of the man that you had slowly been developing an increasing interest in. Joel was handsome, he cared for the young girl who lived with him, he often play guitar on his porch. A few passing conversations had given you a glimpse into his intellect and his humour. There was a lot to pique your interest.

"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." There was that voice too. Deep and somehow reassuring. "There's some left if you'd like some?"

That was the first meal Joel had cooked you. They soon became a regular thing. Meals with Joel, with Joel and Ellie, with Joel, Tommy and Maria. Joel became an steady presence in your life. Helping around your house, giving you a hand with the jobs that needed two people. Sometimes while completing those tricker jobs, he'd have to stand close, really close. Like when you both worked together to install a new light in your pantry. The room was tiny anyway. The shelves either side gave only a narrow space to stand. On top of that you had to stand on your tip toes to hold the fixture in place, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a while his chest pressed against yours as he set the fixture firmly in place. That was the final straw for you.

For months you had resisted the temptation to let your thoughts wander to Joel as you sort relief with your hand between your legs. This time you let yourself think of his broad chest pressed to yours as he was buried inside you. His breath that you had felt on your neck earlier coming out in harsh pants as he rocked into you. Once you came, louder than you would usually allow yourself, you buried your head under your covers in shame. It was wrong to think of Joel like that. A harmless one sided crush, a little bright distraction in your day was fine but this was crossing a line.

As if he could feel the shame rolling off you Joel didn't push when you gave him a wide birth for the next couple of weeks. It came as a surprise to you when he changed his patrol duty so he could go out with you.

Joel watched as the German shepherd climbed the steps of his porch. Joel quietly hoped his owner would follow. He struggled with the idea of entertaining his rapidly building crush on her. Opening his heart was not a good idea. Ellie has prised her way in and that had lead to death and lies. He struggled with that every day while he tried to build a relationship with her. Joel wasn't even sure if he had the strength in his broken heart to carry this new paternal love as well a romantic one. His internal debated ended when the dog's owner appeared.

"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." He tried to keep the hopeful tone from his voice. "There's some left if you'd like some?"

From then on he let himself indulge in her company. Ellie, Tommy and Maria, all subtlety pushed for it. Sometimes they weren't all that subtle so he began to help around her house when they other were busy. He savoured their alone time. The only time he began to regret it was when her body had pressed up against his. That night he'd laid awake. His cock, hard and heavy between his legs. He was not going to touch himself at the memory of her warmth, of the fullness of her breasts. He took himself for a walk instead. Unfortunately, his route passed under her open window. Where he heard her moans of his name, followed by a scream of pure ecstasy. Shame filled him once he came in the privacy of his bedroom, the sound of her voice in his head. Luckily, for the next couple of weeks she was constantly busy and didn't notice him avoiding her. He succeeded in avoiding her until Maria changed his patrol duty. Now he was going on an extra long patrol route with her.

"So why did Maria want us to come out this way?" You asked after the first hour of riding. When the silence started to get too much.

"The snow thawed further out. It's more likely that we'll get some visitors heading this way." His answer made you feel better. From a few passing comments from Tommy, you were had a suspicion that Maria had sent you two together to force you to work out whatever was going on with you. Maria ran a whole town, she didn't do it without knowing a thing or two about human behaviour.

The first leg of of the trip went smoothly. Everything was quiet, even your mind. Joel's company was soothing once again, having pushed your shame and your crush to the back of your mind. Joel was a friend, a good one. An even better one to have at the end of the world. He was strong, competent and loyal. All the things that attracted you to him made him a perfect ally. That's all he should be to you. Gambling for anything more ran the risk of losing him.

The midpoint of the patrol route was a barely-there town. A handful of houses, most of which were dilapidated. A gas station that was a lot sturdier than the surrounding buildings. With one long road down the middle. The gas station seemed the best place to stop and eat. The horse were tied up in the auto repair shop next door, relatively safe from the elements, while you and Joel ate.

Swallowing the last of your sandwich, leaving your stomach full. Listening to the birds in the trees, with the early spring sun on your face. Feeling Joel at your side, you got lost in your own thoughts until they tumbled out of your mouth. "This is nice."

"The food?" Joel asked around the last mouthful of his own sandwich.

"No." You laughed. "Well, not just the food. The day. This moment. The company."

Fearing you had said too much you looked at Joel, who's eyes were already on your face.

The two of you looked at each other. Really looked at each other, for the first time in a couple of weeks. It was as if both of your emotions finally came to the surface. They overflowed until you were neck deep in them. For the first time you saw how Joel felt his eyes awash with affection for you. Both of you sat in them for a moment. Wading through the outpour made your movements slow. Joel shifted slightly closer to you, building on his momentum you leaned into him. The panic whines of your horse drained everything from the moment.

The two of your were on your feet in seconds. Still, you weren't quick enough. Three infected barged in through the back door, one instantly on each of you. The third fell over itself trying to get to you. Joel managed to bludgeon the one trying to rip him to pieces. As you blew the head off your attacker, Joel stomped on the skull of the one on the floor. His boot came back out with a sickness squelch.

The sound of your shotgun drew the attention of more infected. The bone chilling sound of Clickers carried on the air. The horses pulled themselves loose and bolted in their panicked state. They ran passed the windows, down main street. Joel quickly weighed up his options. "Come on." He pulled you along.

The two of you made it three houses along, the sound of Clickers still echoing behind you before Joel realised he was still pulling you.

"What are you…? We need to go." He huffed dragging you through the front door of an old family home.

"You need to go Joel." You told him calmly. The fidgeting of your hands didn't match your tone.

His beautiful features contorted in confusion. "What…?"

"You need to go Joel. I'm sorry." Lifting your jeans you showed him the deep bite on your ankle.

"No." It was an order. To the virus creeping through your body. No. Not her.

"Take my rifle, leave me my pistol. They'll come at me when I…use it. You can get away. Back to Ellie. Please."

"Ellie. She is immune. It's real. Maybe you are…"

"No, Joel. We can't waste time." The Clickers were nearer now. God knows how many other infected could be with them.

"I can feel it." Your arms twitched as if the two of you, you and the virus were wrestling for control. Each pulling a different way.

Until you weren't. Until you were both moving in a unified direction. Until you were both moving towards Joel.

Your lips parted as you leaned into Joel. Your yearning for a first kiss, matching the viruses yearning to spread far and wide. Joel's hand came up to stop you. He wrapped it around your throat to keep you at arms length. Against every ounce of common sense, just as the virus took you, as your consciousness slipped away but before it could take a good hold on you, he pulled you close. He pressed a single kiss to the side of your head only to press the barrel of his gun to the same spot. Even though the extra seconds could have cost him his life he carefully lay your body down. He made sure your eyes were closed, your hair was off your face, he lay you so he couldn't see the hole in your skull or your blood matted hair. He took one last look before he did as you'd told him. He went back to Ellie.

Years later, your death haunting him like so many others, he awoke in a cold sweat from a nightmare. He'd locked your death away in his mind. He hadn't dared open it, but in the quiet of the night, his brain couldn't resist cracking it open. Death had become part of his life. There were always those what ifs and regrets. What if he hadn't been so distracted by the realisation that his feelings weren't one sided, would he have saved you? The regret that stung the most was that he had kept you at arms length. All those times enjoying your company, stealing lingering glances when you weren't looking. He could have been holding you, kissing you. You could have been his girl. He could have let you into his heart. Into his bed. You were already in his mind. Yet he kept you out for fear of being hurt. Joel Miller was a man full of regret, but by far the biggest was when he tried to protect himself from a loss that happened anyway.

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