#really sad about it :( they have the white line between the neck and around the words which is just!!!!! not what it's supposed to be

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

[luveline]

hiiii not sure if your requests are open but if they aren’t just ignore this😭

imagine getting into an argument with james, sirius, and remus because you brought a stray kitten or something home and you really don’t have the room for a kitten

“but look at him🥺”

“no”

“🥺”

“… no” *less convincingly*

You hold the kitten in your hand. Remus strokes her head, her little damp ears. “It's not about that, Remus, I just couldn't leave her there, the box was falling apart and… I thought that only happened in movies.” 

Sirius leans forward on his knees to give the kitten a stroke of his own. “She's lovely,” he murmurs, scratching under her chin and grinning when she moves into it for more. “It's too bad the flat's so small. Otherwise we could keep her.” 

She's tortoise shell with a white half circle around her mouth, eyes squinted closed as she shivers. You've wrapped her in a tea towel like a blanket. She is, without a doubt, that cutest and saddest creature you've ever seen. “Where is she supposed to go, Siri?” you ask gently. 

“People love cats.” Sirius puts his hand on Remus' thigh casually, giving it a loving squeeze as he settles in. “Everybody wants a kitten.” 

But not everyone will be nice to a kitten. She feels like your responsibility now; how can you leave her? She's burrowed into you from the moment you picked her up, shushing and murmuring, your knees sodden in the puddle of rainwater beneath you both. 

“We have to keep her, please,” you say. 

There's a mutual surprise. “Dove, we can't,” Remus says. “The bathroom barely fits the toilet, shower, and sink, we'd never be able to have a litter box.” 

“It wouldn't be fair,” Sirius agrees, “on us or the kitten, she'd have no room once she turns into a cat.” 

You bring the kitten close to your chest and show them her helpless face. “But look at her,” you say softly, widening your eyes gently, your brows bunched together in the beginnings of heartbreak. 

“No,” Remus says, shaking his head sympathetically. 

You frown at him and Sirius in turn, your bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. 

“No,” he says again, sounding unsure. 

Sirius rubs his leg. “Stay strong, my love.” 

“There's just not enough room.” 

You fear you may be losing this battle, and if they really don't want a cat, maybe you shouldn't force them. But then your trump card comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, shirtless, grey joggers low on his hips, and you know you still have a chance. 

“Wow, Jamie,” you say, not having to act very much to give your voice a hoarse rasp, “you might need to shower again.” 

His smile is magnetic. “Yeah?” he asks, immediately delighted by such a brazen comment. “How's the little sweetheart? Reckon we can leave her alone?” 

“She's cold still,” you say.

James visibly melts at your sad tone, while Remus rolls his eyes. “She's just trying to get you on her side, James. I've said we can't keep the cat and she's–” 

“Taking advantage of her feminine wiles?” Sirius suggests. 

“Cheating,” Remus finishes. 

James leans over the back of the sofa between your head and Remus to kiss behind your ear, a brief press of the lips. “Why should I care? Doesn't she deserve her own way?” 

“It's not as though I'm lying,” you say guiltily. 

James laughs and kisses your jaw. You bring your shoulder up to your chin and flush with heat at such a simple thing, trying your hardest not to jostle the kitten in your hand as he wraps an arm around your front, resting his face against yours. The wet curls of his hair are cold on your skin, and the straight line of his jaw digs in. “I know,” he says. 

“Catch on, Jamie,” Remus says. 

“Shan't, won't.” Another kiss to your cheek. 

“Please, Remus, I promise if you don't want her then I won't make you, but if it's about room, of course there's enough. The four of us manage to squeeze in, don't we?” You lean into James’ embrace, eyes melty-soft. You're practically batting your eyelashes at him. 

Sirius flops into Remus’ lap with a resigned sigh. “If you don't say yes, I will anyway. Look at her.” 

You don't know if he means the kitten or you, but you choose to believe it's you he's complimenting, and you react accordingly, your little smile pushing Remus completely over the edge. 

He sighs. “Yes, alright. Fine.” 

You pass James the little warm parcel of fur and use your freshly emptied hands to grab Remus by both arms. “Thank you! Aw, thank you, Remus. Sirius. I'll be so absolutely clean and if it does seem too small I promise, I won't make anyone suffer.” 

“I never thought you would,” he says. “If you really want to keep her, I can't stop you. I'm your boyfriend, not a prison warden.” 

“Well, we share a home–” 

“I know,” he says warmly, “it's alright. Keep your kitten, dove. Looks like you've found her for a reason.” 

You laugh happily and gather him up for a hug. “Oh, I love you.” 

“What shall we name her?” Sirius asks around you. 

“I'm not fussed. What do you like?” James asks. 

Sirius meets your eyes as you and Remus pull apart. “You always get your way, hmm? Why don't you name her?” 

Oh, you could hug him to death too. He looks comfortable where he is, his face on Remus thigh, hair fanned out over his joggers, and you don't want to disturb him (he's not quite as tactile as the others), so you stroke a curl from his cheek and offer him a cheeky smile. “Don't you have any ideas?” you ask. 

“About you, or the cat?” 

You laugh at his teasing. “Which one do you think?” 

Remus nudges you in the ribs. “Don't start. If we're keeping your cat, we need to go out, don't we? You'll have to go get dressed again.”

You give them all a glowing smile and clamber off of the sofa to find your shoes. 

[vampirewritesvampirewrongs]

Heavy in Your Arms

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

You awake from a nightmare and find yourself comforted by your lover Astarion, who resolves to fuck the sadness right out of you.

Rating: 18+/Explicit Contains: m/f, spawn Astarion, blood drinking, fingering, oral sex, reader is a bit of a brat, briefest allusions to traumas that are never directly addressed or named, enthusiastic consent. Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: I typically will not post regular fanfiction here, but sometimes you become enamored with a character and you must find ways to get it out of your system. You do not need to have played Baldur's Gate 3 to know what's going on. This was just an excuse to write filth.

You hadn’t meant to flinch when he touched you.

“What happened, darling?” Astarion withdrew his hand, the lines around his garnet eyes creasing with sudden anxiety.

You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. How do you explain something that hadn’t been a problem before? That a single nightmare was enough to make you recoil from your lover’s familiar touch?

A shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You really are a terrible liar, you know.”

“Only to you.” Damn vampire and his heightened senses.

“Maybe so…” He reached over to take your hand in his, but kept his distance on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Something warm and wet rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away. “We’ve talked before about our histories, and… I had a nightmare and remembered some things.” You chose your words carefully- not for his sake, but your own. “Things I haven’t wanted to remember.”

Anyone who knew him less wouldn’t have noticed the slight fall of his shoulders. The adoration, the fear, the protectiveness behind his eyes. He gestured to the space between you on the bed. “May I?”

You nodded, leaning into him when he was close enough. Grounding yourself in the cold of his soft, bare skin against the heat of your own, the rise and fall of his chest with every habitual, unneeded breath.

Astarion wrapped both arms around you and pressed the side of his face into your hair. "Would you like to tell me more about it?"

“Not right now.”

“Then there is no need.” His grip on your shoulder tightened. He had told you once that your history scared him- not more than his own, but differently- because it was the one thing he could never protect you from. You felt that fear and desire from him in his embrace now, as if it was the very thing that could fend off the nightmares. If only it were that simple…

You sighed. “Thank you.”

“Whatever for, darling?”

“Being here.” You could almost hear his eyes roll. “Being your usual handsome self.”

“My dear, there is hardly any point in thanking me. Besides,” he said, brushing your hair away from your neck to kiss the two small scars there, “what sort of vampire would I be if I didn’t take proper care of my little treat?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Probably a very normal one.”

Astarion withdrew, scoffing and placing his hand on his chest in mock disgust. “A normal vampire? Why, I could never.” He kissed the scars on your neck again. “You are… too delectable, too sweet a thing to allow to suffer so needlessly.”

“Aww, you really do love me.”

“I more than love you, darling,” he said, his tone turning serious as he raised his head to meet your eyes. “Being here for you is worth the trouble.” He returned his head to the space between your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into the warmth of your pulse point.

Your fingers absentmindedly teased through Astarion’s soft white curls. How could a thing as broken as you be worthwhile to him? The darkness of your history paled in comparison to his own, but didn’t that mean he deserved someone less broken? Someone stronger? Wouldn't that be better for him? Then why should he bother with you anyway?

His cold lips found yours, shocking you out of your panicking spiral. Godsdamnedvampireandhisheightenedsenses.“Whatever you are thinking, darling, I’m right here. And I am not going anywhere.”

“…why?” you whispered, the air from your lungs forming a terrifying question.

“Why?” he repeated softly. “I will admit, my own motivation is far from being altruistic. Being away from you for any length of time, even a moment, terrifies me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Terribly so.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Your presence is warm, safe, comforting—”

“Even now?”

His eyes softened in recognition of the insecurity that was not unknown to him. “Ah, is that where your mind was? Yes, even now."

“Right now, it feels like you could do better.”

“Oh come now, darling, would you let me get away with saying such a dreadful thing?”

You groaned, leaning back into your pillows and dragging him down with you. “No.”

“Then I won’t let you, either.” He tilted your head up to face him, so close that his lips ghosted over yours as he murmured, “I love you. I want you. No one else.”

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, too.”

He smiled. “Good! I��m glad to hear it. Otherwise, all this would have been unbearably awkward.”

You tossed your blanket over his head. “Shut up.”

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

“And just what do I need to learn this time?” you teased, easing off the bed and backing away.

His expression darkened, bright garnet irises turning seemingly black as he exposed his fangs with an affectionate, predatory grin. He crouched forward with the slow, easy bearing of a cat. “Playing innocent, love?”

“No, because I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. At all.”

A rush of air. You found yourself caged against the wall by his slender frame.

“You denied me the opportunity to lavish you with all the adoration you deserve. Now what do we say, darling?”

“What does a wrong answer get me?”

“Hmm…” He planted kisses along the side of your neck, stopping at the twin scars there. “I suppose I’ll have to drain you of your blood and keep you in my bed, all to myself, until you recover.”

“And the right answer?” Your voice shook with anticipation.

“Perhaps draining you of your blood and keeping you in my bed all to myself until you recover. Quite the conundrum, I’m sure.”

“Then I’m not sorry,” you breathed, your heart racing.

“Perilous mistake,” he murmured into your skin. He effortlessly lifted you into is arms and whisked you away back to bed, lightly shoving you down on your back. He straddled your hips and pinned your arms to either side of your head as you made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his iron grip. His face was directly above you, darkened crimson eyes staring into yours. “One last chance, my dear. What do we say?”

A light smirk danced across your face. “I am so very sorry, Astarion.”

“There’s my good girl.” He leaned down, placing one final kiss on your neck before drawing your flesh between his teeth and piercing his fangs into your skin.

You gave small cry as the familiar, icy chill of his bite sent a shiver down your spine. With his weight on top of you, it was as if his body had melted into yours. The bite effloresced into a delightful warmth that spread throughout your body and pooled within your core, intensifying with the loss of every mouthful of blood. Astarion was insatiable, particularly when it came to your own blood. But you? You could never get enough of this. That tingling lightheadedness, that delicious ache building within you. Your hips involuntarily rolled into his and his hands flew down to hold you still.

“Careful, darling,” he warned, a playful edge to his voice.

“I need you,” you whined.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He licked away the stray drops of blood from the wound at your neck. “Just a little more, hmm? You can do that for me.”

“So that you can keep me to yourself while I recover?”

“Precisely.” His hand wandered beneath your nightgown, tracing your soft curves. “Or have you forgotten that you’re all mine?”

You gasped. “N-no.”

His fingers trailed down between your legs and stopped short of where you needed him. “Say it.”

You shuddered against him. “I’m all yours, Astarion. Please.”

“All mine.” He returned to drinking from your neck as his fingers delicately followed along the soft folds of your soaking cunt. You whimpered in response, delirious from the lack of blood and his teasing. He hummed against you, the warming vibrations resonating through your weakening, oversensitive body. Your breathing quickened- if it was the mild deprivation of oxygen or your own arousal, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was his lips on your skin and the finger he had slipped inside you that was gently coaxing at your walls.

It felt like a mere second and a whole eternity later when he tore himself away. His lips and teeth were coated in crimson. “Exquisite as always, darling. Especially when I have you so desperate for me like this.”

Another finger entered you and you moaned, rocking your hips into his thrusts. He was still somehow teasing you, his fingers lightly brushing against that sweet spot deep within you but refusing to provide the pressure and friction you so desperately needed.

“Beautiful.” He kissed you, and you caught the heavy, metallic taste of your blood on his lips- a flavor you had more than grown accustomed to, secretly enjoyed even.

“Do you think you can take another for me?” he asked, emphatically pushing his fingers deeper within you.

You whimpered something you hoped was a "yes," and nodded.

“Words, love. Use your words.”

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Please, yes.”

Astarion growled into your ear, his low voice resonating against you, “Well, I certainly can’t say no when you beg so sweetly." He placed a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck as you felt the stretch of a third finger. You forced yourself to take in a sharp breath, struggling to focus on the essential task of breathing despite him scraping his fangs down your throat and chest as you writhed beneath him. Slowly, torturously, he fucked his fingers into you. He curled them against that sweet spot and a high pitched whimper escaped your lips. Your back arched off the bed and you laced your arms around his neck to brace your trembling self against him.

“You’re doing so well, little love.” His thumb found your clit and deftly worked small circles around it in time with his fingers. “I want to see you come undone for me, and I want to hear it all. Hold nothing back - you can do that, can’t you?”

You took in a shaky breath and managed a nod.

He chuckled as he applied more pressure to your clit. That delicious, familiar ache began to burn in your lower stomach and accelerate to a flame. You clenched around his fingers, every muscle in your body tightening into a coiled spring.

“Gods, I’m close… Astarion, please, please, don’t stop…”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

His gentle command was all you needed to fall over the edge into whatever blissful oblivion awaited you. You buried your face into his chest and screamed as your orgasm burned through you, lighting every nerve on fire to the point of oversensitivity. You felt his fingers slow along with your breathing and you moaned at their absence when they withdrew.

Astarion brought his fingers to his mouth and lasciviously licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “Almost as sweet as your blood.”

“… glad you think so,” you managed to answer between breaths.

“Mind if I have another taste?” He pushed your nightgown up and over your head and began planting a trail of kisses and small bites around your breasts. “Preferably from the source.”

“Is there a possibility that you’ve had enough, Star?”

“Never,” he growled into your breast with another bite. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that you could already feel the bruise that would be there in the morning. He grinned when you shuddered beneath him in response. “And something tells me that you haven’t, either.”

You smiled. “Never.”

“Wicked little thing. You’ll be the second death of me.” His lips lingered over the warmth of your beating heart before he trailed more bites and kisses across your stomach, working his way down between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he nipped at the ticklish spot right above your hip and you felt his low chuckle reverberate against you.

He settled between your legs, and a sharp pinch from his fangs to the flesh of your thigh came as a warning to keep still. He ever-so-slowly dragged his tongue along your folds, clearly reveling in how you shook and squealed beneath him and delighting in the taste of your arousal. When his tongue finally found your clit, the burn of overstimulation from the previous orgasm shocked every nerve in your body and you nearly squirmed away. The firm grip of his hands kept you in place as the burn subsided into that needy, pleasant ache. Your hands found their way down to his head and your fingers tangled themselves into his soft curls in a vain attempt to pull him closer. He merely hummed in response, diving his tongue deeper into you and his grip pressing bruises into your hips.

If Astarion could feed on the arousal dripping from your cunt alone, you knew he would and you would more than let him. He was ravenous, not even bothering to breathe, burying his face in the warmth between your thighs. He took his time between drinking in your pooling arousal and exploring your folds with his tongue, only moaning against you when he remembered to take the necessary breaths to do so.

Then, with little warning, he shifted his attention to that little bundle of nerves with a feral growl that came from deep within his chest and vibrated into your core. His eyes briefly met yours, dark with a predatory gleam. You gasped, the coil tightening within you once again. You pulled on his hair and he remained unmoved, devouring you with an intensity reserved only for your blood and these moments alone. The coil grew tighter… tighter… and shattered as you let out a wordless scream. His hands pushed you back into the mattress before your back arched above the bed and held you there, his tongue working at you through your orgasm. It was too much and not enough all at once.

You weren’t sure when he stopped, or when he laid back by your side and wrapped you snug in your blanket. He produced a scroll from the nightstand and muttered something over it. The scroll glowed and dissolved into nothing, and you felt a warmth spread through your spent and aching body. Of course he still had a stash of lesser restoration scrolls. You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

Astarion’s pale, lean arms wrapped around you from behind. “Take your time, but I’m not done with you yet, darling.”

“Oh?”

“Do you still remember why you were upset earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, that simply will not do.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’ll not rest until I’ve fucked the reason for your sadness right out of you.”

“Then it is going to be a very long night, my love.”

He pulled you closer into his embrace. “Then I very much look forward to it.”

[piastappies]

👀 SIRIUS SHOULDN’T KNOW

synopsis. how is james supposed to leave reader alone, when she always kisses him so good?

notes. james potter x black!reader.

even though many thought that the relationship between the black family wasn’t even tolerable, sirius black loved his siblings (and cousins) to the point he grew protective of them. he believed that his slytherin brother was sly enough to protect himself, but his youngest sister didn’t seem like it. so… at first he protected her from their parents, now it was time to protect her from the boys, who’d like to have her undies on their room floor.

at the beginning you thought it was cute, even your twin agreed, but it had quickly changed, when sirius wanted to be the one who’d take you to the homecoming ball, scaring everyone off. so talking to james there was easy, it was probably one of your first talks ever. you sat next to him throughout the whole night and talked, getting suspicious looks from remus, who knew how could that end up.

james was going through a break-up with a girl he thought was the love of his life. it was definitely teary for him, and his best friends were aware, so if sirius caught his sister looking at potter with those daydreaming eyes, he would shoot some deer. oh, and if you were heartbroken, because he used you as a rebound, his head would hang in their dorm before the sun come.

he didn’t think much that night, seeing you alone in that emerald gown, visibly sad due to sirius’ nonsense, and he had to talk to you. he’s heard lots about you, from padfoot, moony and regulus, but never got quite a chance to start a conversation with you. in between the words, you left the great hall to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later his white, silky shirt laid on the floor of your dorm, while he unzipped your dress.

there were multiple rumors going around the school about james, and which type of a partner he was, was he a good kisser, had he got good manners, if he respected boundaries. now, you could truthfully admit that james potter was a hella good kisser. so good that if he wasn’t hovering over you, you’d barely stand. you were shaking under his touch or when his cold breath itched the skin of your neck.

it was supposed to be a one time thing, at least you thought so, because you hardly talked the following week, but then he asked you out to go on a date with him. his request was unexpected, but who were you to disobey? and now, a few months after, you were secretly seeing james potter, remus and regulus being the only ones that knew, keeping sirius away from discovering the truth.

“dove, just lay down with me alright? nothing will happen.” your boyfriend mumbled into the soft fabric of his pillow, one of his arms trying to reach you to somehow get you back to him. “he’s not coming here so early, c’mere and gimme a kiss.”

“jamie,” you pouted. “i don’t want this to end, and it probably will if he finds out.” he sighed upon hearing your words, and hugged your bare back. “we really gotta come up with a solution.”

his fingertips traced lines on your arms as you spoke, your words getting quieter with each stroke. “i’m gon’ play pretend with lily, alright? just like we’ve talked.” you didn’t want this, not more than sirius finding out about you two, nevertheless seeing your boyfriend spend more time with his ex would definitely hurt. “then, we’ll find a real solution.” he finished leaving a few kisses on your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

“are you sure you can do it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “the question is, are you sure you can handle it?” now, it was your time to wonder.

you liked lily, you really did, especially since she’s been hanging around your friend’s dorm so much, it felt as if she became your housemate. she was always so nice to you it hurt, thinking how good of a match she used to be with james.

“dove, don’t overthink it. i love you, remember? now, chop chop, i need to meet up with ginger.” he smiled, pulling away, before reaching for your shirt and giving it back.

“leaving me for your ex? rude.” you rolled your eyes jokiny, while putting on your shirt. “see you after classes.” you added, before leaving.

you’d say you expected everything as you walked down the hallway to enter the great hall, regulus and barty brickering over something as insignificant as what you’d eaten the day before, or that sirius was being obnoxiously loud. however, you were definitely not ready for what you were about to see.

evans was snuggling in james’ side as he feed her, big grins on their faces, shooting a glance at pandora, you noticed you weren’t the only one upset with the whole thing. clutching your bag to your chest, you sat at the slytherin table between your brother and one of his friends. “i don’t like this.” you murmured prior to regulus’ arm drape over your shoulders. “barty, mind moving a little to the left, so i don’t kill myself in a minute?”

“i don’t get it.” crouch began, looking at you all confused. “why won’t you just… i don’t know. confeont sirius about all this? it’s not like you’re twelve or something. you’re gonna be sixteen in a short time, why acting like you’re not?” he shrugged, stuffing his mouth with anything his hand could reach.

“you know sirius.” you mumbled, hiding your face in your palms. “you should either tell him, or break up with potter. there’s no point in hiding if you never come out of your shell.” evan shrugged, immediately getting a look from regulus. “did he even ask you out properly?”

“no, but– we’re exclusive.” you frowned upon his words. “evan, just shut up.” dorcas uttered, knowing where this conversation would lead, the five of them (including aliya, who were currently occupying the hospital wing) has already discussed the idea of your relationship with james. the conversation reoccurred whenever you seemed a little too upset after talking to him, and even though they would never say anything that included your relationship in front of you, they cared if you were happy.

“i lost any appetite that was left in me.” you sighed, locking eyes with remus, who quickly hit james in his leg under the table to make him look at you. it felt like when he did, he looked like he had realized something.

nevertheless, when you left so suddenly, he kept the act, not rushing after you. it wasn’t the first timr, when you were visibly hurt by something and james couldn’t do anything in public, because sirius was always somewhere in sight. good thing you had a friend to run after you. well, barty didn’t exactly run, but he caught up to you swiftly, and left the hall with his arm on your shoulders and a quick stare for james.

“you gotta man up, tell sirius and stop this whole potter-evans madness.” he sighed, his arm falling off you as soon as the door closed behind you. “i mean, what will your brother do – kill you? you’re a young woman, he gotta know that!” he nudged you with his elbow as you walked to the class.

to be honest, you absolutely loved potions, what you disliked about them was that on fridays you had them with the gryffindors, and slughorn made it his mission to make you socialise more, so… you were stuck at one desk with marlene mckinnon for the whole two hours.

you’d lie if you said you didn’t know or like marlene. mckinnon was one of the girls you liked the most from your brother’s friend group, most likely because she also hung out with dorcas and dora a lot, so you knew her vibe matched yours. nonetheless, after the scene with your boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend, you weren’t exactly in the mood of talking to anyone who wasn’t a part of your own house.

“so… you and rosier?” her eyebrows wiggled suggestively as she spoke, grabbing your attention faster than ever. “what? what’s with the face. everyone saw how protective he was of you today at breakfast.” she grinned and stopped babbling for a moment, at the same time the professor sent you a glare.

“nah.” you shrugged, scribbling in your notebook. “why? he’s my friend.” a reply left your lips as you relaxed your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes for a second.

“i mean… lily and james were also best friends and now they’re back together…?” you knew she didn’t know that it wasn’t the truth, but somehow you grew quiet. “you and evan would look just as cute as they do, or even more. who knows?”

till the end of the period, you hadn’t spoken more than a one-word sentence, mckinnon’s words still ringing in your mind, getting louder and louder each second. you wondered if you and james looked cute together, if anyone would be like «woah, if they broke up i don’t believe in love” type of person.

“i think even sirius said he’d root for you.” that was all you needed to let go of the fear, not only because you were annoyed that someone thought you and evan were a thing (when he was clearly interested in his other friend), but because sirius used to brag about any boy you talked about making either you or the boy himself lose interest.

you decided to hold your horses until necessary, and… you were really surprised, when the jealousy burst out at james’ birthday party a few weeks later. you weren’t directly invited, “not to raise any more suspicions”, but since your boyfriend clearly stated he needed you to be there, you appeared, elbow intertwined with your twin’s.

at first, you wanted to keep everything simple. a plain, fitted black dress that you wore to the banquet your parents forced you to go to, when you were younger. although, back then your silhouette looked completely different, your curves developed and now the dress that once made you look like a wardrobe’s door, now it brought out everything that was needed.

within few drinks, and half an hour of watching your boyfriend fooling around with his ex, you had enough. it was his birthday and you couldn’t even properly celebrate it with him in front of all these people. with another two shots for courage, you walked up to them and by pulling his tie the closest you could, you crushed your lips onto his.

you didn’t even give sirius a chance to protest. without saying a word, you pulled back, grabbing his hand and almost run to the stairs to his dormitory. “sorry mate, what your girlfriend says, you must obey.” he shrugged and followed you, leaving your poor brother in shambles.

“finally! i thought she’d kill herself or you two, no offence though.” regulus sat beside lily, and smiled warmly, catching a glimpse of pandora who’d seen your outburts as a sign to finally give up hiding.

“wait, you knew?” the oldest black turned his head to his younger brother and frowned.

“we all did, padfoot.” remus laughed, taking a seat at the armrest of sirius’ chair. “some of us–“ his eyes landed on marlene. “– were pushing their buttons to end this madness.”

“what? i almost got the jealousy admission from james.” mckinnon shrugged, sipping on her drink.

[opalici0us]

Closer to You | Satoru Gojo

| pairings- Gojo x fem!reader

synopsis- When your ex-boyfriend just can't seem to leave you alone

content- 18+ MNDI, SMUT, porn with some plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral(f!receiving), breeding kinda (Gojo cums inside), angst (tinybit!), praise, swearing, Gojo is a little cocky, toxic relationship

wc- 1.5k

"Push and pull again to get closer..."

Gojo broke up with you two months ago and during these two months, every time you finally felt like you were moving on he’d show up, right outside your apartment door. Using his sweet words to lure you in. Gojo always knew how to make you crumble for him. You could never tell if he really did miss you and was still in love with you or just horny and you were the easiest girl he could get. He’d always love you when you were barely holding onto him. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. It was a quarter till one in the morning. There was a knock on your door, and reluctantly you went to check, already having an idea who it was. Checking through the peephole, you see Gojo and his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You sigh heavily and open the door. His eyes wandered your body, taking note you’re wearing one of his old t-shirts. You noticed this, clearing your throat to change his line of attention off your body.

“Satoru, you need to stop coming here.” You said, your voice coming out in a weak quiver.

“I know…I just miss you, is that alright?” He raised his hand to push a single strand of hair behind your ear, “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Gojo traced your jawline with his fingers down to your neck and snaked his hand to the nape, lightly massaging it. 

And that's all he had to say before your nails were digging into the sheets, tears spilling from your eyes, and his head buried in between your thighs. 

His tongue was teasingly lapping circles around your little bud, his large hand pushing your thighs apart.“F-fuck Toru! Stop teasing,” You whined and subconsciously pressed your cunt up onto his face.

“So needy for me,” Gojo chuckled. “Stop teasing,” he mimicked your whining. Before you could reply with something snarky he harshly sucked your clit, his tongue lapping up and down, going from flicking your little nub to digging his tongue into your little hole. He took two fingers to spread your folds to give him better access to assault your clit. He took it into his mouth, vigorously sucking on it, shaking his head back and forth.

“Shittt, slow down. I-I’m gonna cum.” You whined and clenched your thighs around his head, your fingers releasing the sheets to tug on his white locks. Loud muffled groans escape from his throat as he eats you, drunk on your taste.

“Then cum, do it, baby. Give it to me,” He slipped two fingers inside of you, curling into your g-spot “Make a mess on my fingers Y/N.” He latched back onto your clit, flicking it vigorously with his tongue. “Oh m-my goddd” You elongated, the pleasure was so intense. You felt your orgasm build up, leaving your body shaking in anticipation. “G-gonna cum Toru” You choked out.

“Mmmm yeah? Then just fucking come Y/N.” Gojo cooed. He went from sucking to flicking it, and back again. Your hips bucked up as his finger repeatedly hit your g-spot. You blurted out ‘Oh my gods’ and ‘So good Toru’, you felt your legs shake with pleasure as your walls pulsated around his long fingers. 

“Fuck you’re so fuckin’ tight around my fingers,” Gojo teased you, his cock twitched at the feeling, and he brought his hand down to palm himself over his sweats to bring some relief because of how painfully hard he was. “Bet you’re wishin’ it was my cock instead,” he was also so vulgar, and you loved it.

He chuckled feeling your cunt squeeze his finger even tighter, he pulled them out making you whimper. “Awww don’t be sad, gonna fuck you real good, yeah?” Gojo licked his fingers clean before sliding his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. Gojo’s massive length springs free, slapping against his toned stomach, making him groan. He slid his tip up and down your folds.

“J-just give it to me Toru.” You whined

“Getting impatient, huh?” He laughed “Your little hole is clenching around nothing, bet you’re real desperate to get my dick wet, aren’t ya?” He teased your hole with his angry tip. “I think you should beg for it, what do you think?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but of course, you gave in. “Please Toru, wanna feel you deep, need to feel it, been such a good girl.” You whined for him.

A smug look etched onto his face, “Yeah, you have been such a good girl, haven’t you, might just give you what you want.” He lifted your legs and placed each on his shoulders, he slowly stuck his tip into your warmth, making your eyes roll back.

“Fuuckk, you’re s’tight” Gojo sucked the air between his teeth, clenching his jaw. Your eyes rolled back into your head feeling him fully push himself inside you, making you squeal.

“Feels s’ full,” You whimpered out. “Missed this, missed you.” You mumbled out. Gojo pressed your knees to your chest, he fully pulled himself out before slamming back in creating a loud squelch, “Oh fuck!” You squealed. He smirked repeating the action, his balls slapping against you. “Mhm oh my goddd Toru!” You dug your nails into his shoulders, looking down to see where you two were connected. 

He moved his hips in slow circular motion before thrusting roughly inside you, “J-just like that Toru, you’re so deep” You moved your hands to hold onto the back of your thighs allowing him to go deeper. He brought his hand down to your stomach to feel himself move inside you, making your walls squeeze around his cock.

“F-fuck! Pussy trying to milk me dry ahaha,” He tipped his back, showing how his adams apple bobbed up and down, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “You’re so hot.” He groaned.

He pulled out again, thrusting back in, hitting your g spot just right with his cockhead. “R-right fuckin’ there Toru, shiittt!” You babbled out feeling him thrust into your sensitive spot over and over again.

“You wanna cum?” Gojo said and brought his hand to rub circles on your clit, making you go dumb.

“Y-yes Toru, so close. M-make me cum on your cock.” You whined.

“If you insist, wanna fuck you real good.” With no warning he flipped you onto your hands and knees, pushing your head down into the mattress, hitting you deeper than before. “T-toru too deep fu–goddd!” He snaked his hand around to rub circles around your clit, making your whole body go limp. “Ha, always go dumb f’me, oh fuckkk.” He takes his hand off your hip to tangle his fingers into your hair, pulling you back into a harsh arch, your hands squeezing your breasts, stimulating your nipples. “Kiss me, baby, yeah?” Gojo slid his tongue into your mouth, sloppily kissing you. 

“I’m” kiss “s-so” kiss “close.” You said muffled between kisses, he sucked on your tongue before pulling away with a string of spit. Your walls pulsated around him, feeling your orgasm near.

“Shhitt squeezin' me so tight, good fuckin’ girl.” He bit down on your bottom lip momentarily. “Want me to cum inside, hmm? Fill you up?” Your gummy walls involuntarily squeeze around him after hearing his vulgar words. “Fuck yeah! You like that aha, feel the way you squeezin’ me tight when I say that.” He picks up the pace of his thrusts and his fingers on your clit. 

“Shhhit yes yes, gonna c-cum Satoru!” You whimpered out, your mouth falling into an ‘o’ as your orgasm washes over you. 

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl, m’ gonna cum, fill you up. Just how you like it.” His thrusts turned sloppy as he fucks his seed into you. He released his tight grip on you, you landed on your face while your ass remained up in the air. You moaned in satisfaction feeling his hot release drip down you as he pulled out. He brought his fingers up to catch it and shove it back in, making you squirm. “You’re always so good.” Gojo laughed and moved to lay beside you. 

You lay beside one another, not saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. You tried to figure out the look on his face. Satisfaction? Regret? Love? With Gojo, it was always hard telling. You sigh knowing it's probably to just tell him to leave, like you always do. “Satoru you sho-” he cuts you off

“I love you.” He spoke in a soft tone, those blue eyes piercing your heart. 

You bite your bottom lip. Unsure what to do now. You stare at each other again for a few more seconds before Gojo breaks the silence. “I’m sorry, I should go.” He said and crawled out of the bed, not looking back at you.

“Yeah…you should.” You said quietly and watched as he got dressed. Before he walked out of your room, he looked back at you one last time, knowing he’d probably never see you again. He gave you a small nod and finally walked out, not wanting you to see the tears that were brimming in his eyes. 

You sighed and rolled over onto your back. You made a mental note to pick up a plan b tomorrow morning. You blocked him on everything shortly after, hopefully putting an end to this cycle.

"We're not meant to blend in..."

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[kkami-writes]

hybrid hearts ━ chapter four. wc. 1.5k

It was one of those rare days where both you and Hyunjin were off work, the two of you able to relax at home. Normally on days off Hyunjin liked to paint, whether that was in his room, out on the patio, in the backyard or even just in the living room. He’d sit on the couch, watching a random kdrama. The boy was constantly covered in paint.

Today however he seemed on edge, his canvas barely touched and constantly glancing towards the backyard while he sat in the living room. White ears twitching every so often as if he was straining to hear something. You don’t even get the chance to ask him if something is wrong before he’s darting out to the backyard, transforming into a ferret midway. Hyunjin disappears into the bushes leaving you a little bewildered at his actions. While his behavior has confused you greatly, you’re not too worried.

As the day drags on the more you start to get anxious. Usually Hyunjin isn’t away from you this long, at least not without you knowing where he is. Of course he’s allowed to do whatever he wants without your permission but this is the first time he has just up and left, the thought that he’s gone forever scares you more than you’d like to admit.

You’ve gotten so used to the ferret that you know your life would be lonely without him, the fear of being alone has once again wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing painfully. So when you finally see his little form running through the bushes again you feel like you can finally breathe. Except then you see a very giant grey wolf trailing behind him. The creature looks like it’s chasing Hyunjin and your brain goes into overdrive. Before you can even think you’re throwing open the little glass sliding door and launching yourself over Hyunjin, shielding him with your body.

“No! Please don’t hurt him!” You beg even though you don’t know if the wolf is well, a wolf or if it’s a hybrid. Hyunjin is squirming in your grip, tiny body writhing as if he wants you to let go. You refuse, holding onto him a little tighter. He gets fed up and transforms back into a human, resulting in you being spread across his lap.

Still, you don’t budge, still trying to protect the boy. Hyunjin on the other hand chitters angrily towards the wolf, baring his little fangs.

“I told you to get lost! This territory has been claimed already!” You glance up at Hyunjin whose face is contorted in pure anger that it’s practically rolling off him in waves.

“Hyune. What’s going on?” You ask, taking a look back at the wolf who hasn’t moved, it’s just staring between both you and Hyunjin.

“This wolf has been nosing at the territory line I made. I don’t care what it wants. It shouldn’t be here,” Hyunjin growls, trying to get out of your grasp but you’re still afraid and can’t move.

“Territory?” You question and this time Hyunjin seems slightly embarrassed, ears turning red.

“Nothing I just- when you adopted me…I didn’t…want other hybrids to get the wrong idea so…I might have? Marked that…this is my territory,” Hyunjin mutters, now looking anywhere but you. To be honest, you’re not really sure what that means or entails but you suppose you’re flattered that Hyunjin truly thinks of this place as his home to want to protect it to this extent.

The wolf behind you lets out a whine and it causes you to turn to look at him. It’s nosing at it’s paw before letting out more sad pitiful whines.

“Ignore him. Tell him to leave,” Hyunjin huffs out, still glaring at the wolf.

“Hyun, he seems hurt,” You murmur, noticing how swollen the wolfs paw looks. “Let me at least help him. Then he can leave,” Hyunjin still seems unhappy about this, now burying his face into the crook of your neck, letting out the small squeak that you adore.

“Fine. But then he leaves,” He mutters much more quietly, his lips almost pressed to your neck as he says the words.

“Ok, ok. Then he leaves,” This seems to placate Hyunjin as he finally pulls out from your embrace, but he doesn’t look at you. You move to stand up, now looking over at the wolf. “Come on, lemme have a look at your paw,” It obeys, limping slightly but following you towards the bathroom. You hear a door slam and you assume that Hyunjin has resorting to locking himself in his room. A sigh falls from your lips. You hope the boy isn’t too upset.

Rummaging through your cabinet you pull out a first aid kit. To be honest you were a little worried, if it was really bad it would be best to get him to a hospital but you assumed he couldn’t afford it (but really could anyone really afford a hospital bill) and that’s why he had left it unchecked for so long. You turn back to the wolf, looking down at him. He was a little larger than a normal wolf, it was slightly intimidating.

“Uh, are you gonna transform? Or would you prefer if I just tended to you in wolf form?” The wolf answered by slowly turning back into a human, his injured hand behind his back. You take a moment to take the boy in. He’s taller than you of course but you think that Hyunjin might be even taller than the wolf. Brown curly hair sits on top of his head, cute grey wolf ears peaking out and twitching. Overall he’s very handsome, a thought you’ll keep to yourself for now.

“Can I see your hand,” You reach out, leaving your hand in the air for whenever he’s ready. He seems to trust you enough as he puts his hand out. Carefully you examine the wound. It seems like a nasty sliver, stuck between two of his fingers and embedded in his skin. His hand is slightly swollen and red, probably from having it in for so long. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable it might be and you can’t help but cringe.

“Ok, let me see if I can get the sliver out first…” You grab a pair of tweezers, moving his hand at an angle that would be easiest to remove the wood. “This might hurt a bit,” You warn the wolf before starting to squeeze at the wound, seeing if it’ll pop out a little to make it easier to grab. He doesn’t make much noise besides a small hiss, otherwise he’s pretty quiet.

You’re still working on getting the sliver out, pressing at different angles when he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry for upsetting your mate. I hope I didn’t cause a rift between you too,” Your head flies up to look at him, eyes wide at what he called Hyunjin.

“O-Oh! No! Me and Hyunjin aren’t…no it’s not like that. We aren’t um. Mates,” You can’t help but stutter over your words. The wolf gives you a look that says he doesn’t really believe you but doesn’t push it any further. “So, what’s your name?” You try to change the subject, hoping your cheeks aren’t red from the insinuation.

“Bangchan, but you could call me Chan or Chris,”

“It’s nice to meet you- Oh! I got it!” You exclaim before pulling the sliver out, resulting in a yelp from the wolf. “Sorry, sorry. It’s out now,” You throw away the large piece of wood and grab some ointment and bandages. “I’m a bit worried about you getting an infection, it’s already a little swollen,” You bite at your lower lip, nibbling it out of anxiety. “Why don’t you stay? Just for the night and in the morning you can leave. I want to give you some meds but they’ll probably make you fall asleep and I’d hate to send you out there with an open wound,”

“But what about your mate? He’s already mad at just me being here,”

“Just let me deal with that ok? Hyunjin will probably be upset but he knows it’s the right thing to do,”

Chan seems a little hesitant but he knows that if he truly wants his hand to heal, he needs to avoid an infection. He wouldn’t be able to afford a hospital bill. So he relents, agreeing to just stay the night. You show him to one of your empty rooms. Chan thanks you for your hospitality as well as taking care of his injury before bidding you goodnight, already feeling the meds taking effect.

You take a moment to collect yourself, trying to go over the events of the past two hours. Thinking about it hurts your head so you pack it away to deal with later. That was a future you problem. For now, you had to think about how to tell Hyunjin about Chan.

You were in desperate need of some tea.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Don't Forget About Me

Summary: It's always late at night when they come to you, the nightmares, the flashbacks, the memories.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, shower sex, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, small hint of an unhappy relationship at the end. 

A/N: I'm still on a break and a hiatus but I had to write this. It's...sad. Not really a happy fic, but you're reading Star Wars fanfiction so...

MASTERLIST

The water’s warm as it slides across your skin, falling steadily from the showerhead above your head. Your hands press against the wall, holding your body upright. It’s late, far later than you should be up, but sleep has evaded you once again.

The fresher light is off, but it wouldn’t matter with your eyes squeezed tightly closed. You try to push away the thoughts, but they won’t stop rushing through your mind. It’s overwhelming, not unlike the times you’d rushed head on into battle, a sea of droids in front of you and nothing in your hands but a blaster. 

Your body tenses, preparing for a fight that’s not coming, your mind far away from the fresher. You’re naked on the battlefield this time, nothing to protect you, nothing there for you to fight back with. It’s not droids running at you this time, instead they’re troopers; white helmet after white helmet, endless rows of shiny white armor coming at you like a tidal wave, red bolts streaking through the air straight at you. 

Calloused fingers brush the skin of your shoulder, your breath leaving you in a gasp. You’re back in the fresher, warm water raining down on you from overhead. Your breaths are shallow gasps as fingers trail down your sides, tickling the sensitive skin. 

“You think too much.” The words cut through the silence, ringing in your ears. 

You screw your eyes closed, tensing your arms where they rest against the wall in front of you before you push yourself back, letting your body fall into the bare chest behind you. “You always said that was my one flaw.” Your voice is a shaky whisper as warm breath fans across your damp skin. 

“I said it was one of your flaws.” His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, holding your body still as he presses against you. You can feel him, every line of muscle, the length of his cock pressed against your lower back. “You have many.” 

“I’m reckless, I talk too much, I’m too happy, I care too much.” You begin listing them off as warm lips trail across your shoulder. 

“You love me.” He murmurs, lips brushing the skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder as his fingers continue a path down your stomach. 

Your breath shudders as he slips long fingers between your legs, finding the dampness between them. He’s not wrong. If you did only have one flaw, it was being in love with him. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers ghost over your clit, a quiet gasp rippling through the fresher at the touch. He wraps his other arm around your waist to hold you steady as you spread your legs for him, his fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit. He always knows exactly how you like it, exactly how to work you up. 

Your teeth sink into your lip, biting back all the noises you want to let loose. Your walls clench in anticipation as he teases your sensitive bud, pleasure burning through your veins from his touch. It’s always so mind-boggling to you how easily he can elicit such a response from you even after all this time.

A curse leaves your lips as he slips his fingers lower, pressing two long digits against your sopping core. They slide in easily, your body accepting the intrusion like it knew it was him asking permission. 

“Always so wet for me.” He growls in your ear. “Always so ready.” 

A quiet moan slips through your lips as your hand lifts, gripping the back of his neck as you grind down against his fingers. “Only for you.” A high pitched gasp leaves your lips as he curls his fingers inside you. 

You cling to him as he thrusts his fingers into you, the wet squelch of them audible over the water pouring from the showerhead. You’re close, body trembling on the edge of bliss as he continues to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers. It’s rough, brutal, almost the way his fingers dig into your skin as he holds you against him, the way he thrusts against that spot inside you, the way his teeth sink into the skin of your neck. He leaves his marks all over you, staking his claim not just over your body. 

“Crosshair!” 

You cum with a cry of his name, legs nearly giving out as pleasure ripples through you. 

His name is still on your lips as your eyes snap open. You’re leaning against the fresher wall, heart thudding in your chest. You’re alone, the fear beginning to bubble within you as you come down from your high. 

Did you say that out loud?

You push yourself up, pulling your hand from between your thighs to shut off the water. The fresher descends into silence, nothing but your shaky breaths cutting through the air. You fumble in the darkness for your towel, taking your time as your heart continues to beat rapidly in your chest. 

Your hands are shaking as you open the door, slipping back out into the bedroom. You pad quietly over to the bed, slipping back under the covers. You can feel him staring at you, eyes boring into the back of your head. He’s awake. He knows. Of course he knows. It’s impossible to keep anything from him. 

“You still love him.” Hunter’s voice cuts through the silence, quiet and deep, almost a whisper. 

“You know I do.” You say, pulling the blankets up to your chin. “You knew that from the start.” 

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to as he slowly turns until his back is facing you. 

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[lost-in-lamentation]

a/n: oh, i love this man, i really do.

content: a little heart to heart with mammon about that song he wrote for you.

warnings: cuddling session? mammon is.. implied sad at the end. but he's okay as long as he's got you (´ω｀)

fluff. comfort. mammon x gen!reader (you/your).

also, i am entirely incapable of making up song lyrics, so....

song lyrics are from oceans between us, by the icarus account.

"so, how'd you come up with those lyrics?"

"whaddya mean?" mammon raised an eyebrow at you from the other side of the couch, not bothering to look up from his d.d.d. "ya mean the for the marine festival?"

you hummed in response. "yeah. lucifer told me you handed in your revised version the day after you got your voice back."

grimacing, mammon finally placed his d.d.d. down next to him. "lucifer TOLD ya that?!" you nearly laughed at the way his ears turned red, but quickly bit your tongue. "damn, he really does tell you everything," the second born muttered.

"well, duh." smiling, you opened your arms and waved him over to you. his gaze flickered from his spot on the couch to you as he weighed his options, but the demon was weak for anything that involved you. with a resigned sigh, mammon crawled over to your side of the couch, practically crashing into your torso. you could feel the way his breath puffed against your neck as he settled himself on top of you. "comfy?"

mammon curled his arms around your back. "real comfy," he murmured, moving to rest his head above your heart.

you grinned at his response, your smile widening when he rumbled happily at your hand running through his hair. "and my other question?"

his eyes snapped open. "... what question?" the white haired demon asked under his breath. you felt his heartbeat pick up the pace the more he thought about it.

"don't be so stubborn," you purred. "how'd you come up with the lyrics for your song? and more specifically, that one line?"

mammon scoffed promptly, his nose scrunching up as he mulled it over. "ya can't just say 'that line', MC. i don't even know which one you're referring to."

you dropped your hand from his head to rub circles into his lower back. "you know, the one that goes.. 'so tell me you love me, and tell me again. or we'll fall forever, or wait 'til the end.' that part."

"you memorized that?!" against your chest, you felt mammon's heart almost beating out of his ribcage. what surprised you further was the way his arms tightened around you, and you couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or affection. from the way he hid his face in your neck, you assumed it the former.

softly, you pressed your lips onto the crown of his head. "of course i did. it was so sweet," you whispered into his hair. mammon shuddered at the feeling of your fingers dancing up and down his spine.

"... 's nothin special, ya know." the demon tucked his head into your neck, seeking your warmth.

"but it's special to me, mammon." you stopped teasing his back and instead tried to lift his face so you could meet his gaze. you saw sapphires when he finally obliged. "i just wanted to ask... did you really mean it?"

silence blanketed the room, the only sounds that could be heard were your entwined breathing and the way mammon fidgeted with the back of your shirt. after a while, mammon finally exhaled, grip loosening as he pushed himself up. you pouted internally at the loss of his weight on top of you, but it was short lived. mammon had flipped onto his back and took you down with him so that it was your head on his chest this time.

"how could i not mean it?" his arms squeezed you impossibly closer to himself, and his legs tangled with yours in seconds. "i'd fall for as long as i have to... if it means i get to have you in the end."

for once, mammon's voice had no edge to it; he spoke so rarely without it, that you couldn't mask the surprise that you felt. you opened your mouth, ready to say something about it, but the words died in your throat when you realized how cloudy his gaze had become. mammon's lips pressed into a thin line as he gritted his teeth. it was your surefire sign that he was trying to hold his composure together.

you brought your hand away from his shoulder and cradled his face, thumb brushing over his cheek as though it were catching tears. "i tell you i love you, i'll tell you again," you confessed. mammon inhaled sharply, a sob threatening to break from his throat. "you're mine forever, and i..." you paused again, remembering the way mammon had looked at you during his performance during the festival. he stared at you now, the same love in his eyes, now accompanied by golden tears. slowly, you lifted yourself up so that you could touch your cheek to his temple.

"and i'm yours 'til the end."

a/n: this song just felt so fitting for him, i had to do it. mammon got a special little piece of my heart fr!!

[cal-flakes]

can you do a story where the reader and rafe are bestfriends and he confesses that he likes her & he wasnt expecting her to feel the same way but she does?🧍🏼‍♀️

╰┈➤ bestfriend!rafe tells y/n the truth (blurb)

warnings: light swearing, kinda hurt/comfort, fluff.

summary: rafe get a bit fed up of listening to his friends sob story’s about boys who don’t treat her well. (very heartbreak girl by 5sos)

rafe sighed heavily as his hand ached, having been stroking y/n’s hair for quite some time. his eyes flickered between her and television, trying to see if she’d fallen asleep or not.

“y/n?” he whispered, jolting her slightly. groaning in response, she turned to face him, showing him her puffy, flushed face, covered in dried tears from earlier. “yeah?” she cooed, resting her head against the arm of the couch as she sat up, cuddling into his side.

“i thought you’d fallen asleep, are you feeling any better?” he queried, a sad look in his eyes. “i am now that you’re here” she smiled sweetly, allowing her head to fall into the crook of his neck.

sighing, his eyes moved to the television once again, deep in thought as she nuzzled into him, not caring for the splotches of tears cascading down his white t-shirt.

“do you really mean that?” he asked, deciding to go for the kill. “mean what?” she hummed, glancing back up at him.

“do you really mean that you’re happier when i’m here?” he pushed, watching as her facing contorted into confusion. “of course i do, you’re my best friend, i’m always happier when you’re around..” she muttered tiredly, a need for sleep apparent as a violet hue spread underneath her eyes.

“no but, that’s not what i- actually, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter..” rafe huffed, throwing his head back against the couch in defeat. she’d never understand, he thought. “hey, no. it does matter, cause something is clearly bothering you” y/n argued.

the sudden lack of warmth in his side couldn’t go unnoticed as she sat up in a flash, confronting him head on. “what do you mean rafe?” she sighed, resting her now crossed legs on his waist as he avoided her eyes, biting at his nails.

“y/n please, it’s fine” he plead, wanting the ground to swallow him up as he realised his options. lie, or tell the truth. he didn’t want to tell the truth, but he also didn’t want to lie. mostly because he knew that she would know in an instant if he was lying, her ability to tell honestly grated on him sometimes.

“but you seem sad rafe, and i hate when you’re sad, and like- y’know, i’m sad too! so if you tell me why you’re sad, we can be sad together” she rambled, giggling slightly as she prodded at his cheeks, clearly pushing his buttons. “so tell me why you’re sad, cause i’m sure i can help!” she beamed, cupping his cheeks.

his heartbeat quickened as he leant into her warm touch, enjoying the slight scrape of her nails against his skin.

“fine, okay. i’m sad, because..a girl i really like, like- really really like, doesn’t look at me the same way..” he mumbled, once again diverting his eyes. “seriously? who would be stupid enough to not like you back? that’s insane!” she exclaimed, pulling back to show him her shocked face. chuckling, he nodded along with her. “yeah, you’d think so huh?”

“do you want me to talk to her? i could put in a good word?” she teased, though her words were genuine. she’d do anything for him.“don’t be silly, she wouldn’t listen, she’s got too much on her mind already..”

“what’s more important than you?” she huffed, crossing her arms, utterly surprised by this girls behaviour towards her friend. humming, he picked at his fingers. “what?” y/n asked, noticing his change in demeanour immediately.

she scoffed as he fell completely silent, staring into her eyes. “rafe, what is it?” she demanded, growing frustrated. “well, it’s you..” he whispered, pulling into his lips into a thin line “what’s me? i don’t understand..”

“y’know, the girl i really like, who as more important things on her mind? it’s you y/n..”

“it’s me?”

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Carmy Losin' Cool

Characters: Carmy Berzatto x reader

Summary: Things getting heated in the kitchen making Carmy emotions runs high. This leads to him acting out of character and making you beg for mercy.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

Author's note: Thinking of doing more The Bear fan fiction. Please let me know if you would like me to continue on this!

"Carmy, I need you to calm down" I grabbed his arm wanting him to draw his attention to me instead of the chaos around him.

"Fuck! This can't be happening..." His eyes were darting everywhere.

He pulled his hands up to his hair, tugging it, completely overwhelmed.

Hearing the printer continuously burning through paper as more tickets appeared.

"I-I'm so sorry" Sydney muttered coming to the realization of what was happening.

"I told you. I told you over and over. OVER AND OVER!" He raised his voice pointing aggressively at the takeout tablet.

" I checked it! It said that- " Sydney quivered.

I looked over and caught her line of sight. She had the look of fear in her eyes. She never saw Carmy like this. This heated. This angry.

"Get the FUCK out of the kitchen!" Carmy yelled picking up the fallen tickets that were now overflowing the shelf.

She didn't budget. Frozen.

"Syd, come on" I tried to usher her, getting in between her and Carmy.

"NOW!" He shouted feeling his breath on the back of my neck his arm extended to the door.

I pulled her by the arm leading her out of the kitchen. She followed like a zombie, completely hazed. I grabbed her bag from her locker and brought her to the front door.

I could hear Carmy giving aggressive orders in the back, still hearing the rage in his voice.

"I fucked up" She had finally caught up to what had happened.

I just nodded, wanting her to go home and let the everyone calm down.

"What's going to happen?" She looked at me, half way out the door.

I paused for a moment holding the door open but not looking away.

"Just stay away for the next two days. I'll talk to him" I said wanting this day to be over.

She nodded gently before giving me a fake soft smile but still seeing the sadness in her eyes.

I watched as she left and locked the door. I took a deep breath for a moment knowing I was going to have to stay calm in the whirlwind of emotions in the back.

I made my way back and continued to hear the dominant voice of Carmy still dictating away.

I walked in slowly and watched everyone work frantically, The only noises were Carmy, the banging of pans and the occasional 'Yes Chef'.

I turned around and went into the office. I was going to busy myself with overdue bills until this nightmare burnt out.

_________

"Hey" A soft voice spoke out.

I popped my head up from the mess of paper piles that were on my lap.

I saw Carmy leaning against the doorframe. His usual white t-shirt covered in fresh stains.

I didn't say anything. I was trying to read his mood before opening my mouth.

"I'm sorry about that in there." He gestured behind him.

I pressed my lips together but didn't say a word.

"Uhhh.. I know I'm a shit head for shouting at Syd the way I did." His head dropped.

He brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his eye, I could feel the exhaustion just by looking at him.

"You're going to have to apologize. We really need her." I murmured playing with the corner of the fold pages on my lap.

"Yea, I know. I fucked up" He whispered.

The kitchen doorway opened behind him and I saw a black curly hair behind Carmy.

"Goodnight Tina" I smiled

"Goodnight Boss" I heard back.

Carmy faced her and I could see half of her through the the doorway.

"All done?" He asked

She nodded giving a half smile.

"Everyone else gone home?"

"Yeah, you should both too. It's getting late" She pointed at the clock on the desk beside me.

1:30am. I swore it was 8:00pm a couple of hours ago.

She gave one more smile and gave Carmy a reassuring arm rub before leaving us.

I could feel the heaviness in my eyelids now that my body was aware of the time.

"I'm gonna head out" He looked back over at me.

I nodded pulling myself off the ground and bundling all the papers off the floor.

"Okay, well I'm going to check that everything is off and I'll be out in a min" I smiled.

We looked at each other for a moment. The heaviness I felt in my stomach when I realized how we got to this moment. The death of his brother, the immediate burden of this place on his shoulders and letting go of his old life.

I walked over closer to him and leaned into him. I wanted to give him a hug. I felt his arms wrap around me. The smell on onions off of him was stronger than usual. His skin burning hot. I could even feel it under his t-shirt. I was about to let go and felt him still holding the hug so I continue to hold him until I felt him lean back.

"Thank you" He whispered looking at me with his constant melancholy eyes.

He left the doorway and made his way to his locker.

I went back into the kitchen. The usual darkness except for the emergency exit lights. Giving the room a green hue. I ran my eyes over to check nothing was left out and everything was off.

I turned around and bumped into a body.

I let out a little yelp completely startled.

I looked up and saw Carmy looking down at me. Very close.

"Is everything okay?" I asked worryingly.

He nodded softly but never leaving my eyes.

My mind froze. I looked down at his lips. I felt him leaning into me. I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I brought my hands up to his chest. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. His tongue against mine.

Our lips met. His were soft and warm. Our lips moved making the kiss deeper and deeper until I could taste him. Feel his mouth. His tongue gently caress mine. I relaxed into him, releasing a small moan in the back of my throat.

I felt him pull me in closer after that. He was hungry for me. That delicateness was fading away. I brought my hand down to his crotch to feel his hard bulge underneath. I heard his immediate appraisal from deep in his throat.

He pulled away, us both taking deep breaths.

He grabbed my hips and placed me on the steel surface urgently.

He looked at me his hands on my thighs but making their way further up. He paused for a moment.

I mouthed "Please". The heat coming from between my thighs was unbearable. Him looking at me that way made it worse.

A small smile appeared on his face, which made me more wet.

He hovered his hands over my clothed pussy before reaching up to unbutton my jeans. His nimble fingers popped them in a second. I glanced down at him to see him still looking at me.

He started slowly pulling down my pants, I raised my hips wanting to move this faster. He seemed to enjoy me begging at his mercy,

"Fuck" He leaned in his lips barely touching mine.

"I need this" He continued with his blue eyes taken over by lust.

The crack of a door was distant, pulling us out of our trance of neediness. We stayed still for a moment waiting for other sounds.

"Carmy, Y/n? You still here? I always forget my fucking phone." Tina voice travelled as she walked further into the restaurant.

We both snapped into gear. He pulled me fast off the counter and grabbed my hand. We raced to the walk in fridge. He closed the door gently behind us. We both stayed still try to listen for anything. But it was so insulated there, it was no use.

I looked down to see my jeans still unbuttoned. I looked up and redid them to see Carmy smiling with his hand in his hair.

"Close one" He whispered smiling back at me.

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[zxcmya]

hello everyone! my name is Libus and I am a fan of fangom Outlast as well as some people from here. I really like this fandom. I have been a member of it for over 7 years and I do not regret joining it. I want to show you my character. the story about him will be spelled out below. (if it wasn't me who drew all these drawings, but my very good people, thank them very much)

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Name: Brendon

Last name: Kelly

Age: 30 years old

Weight: 60+ kg

Height: 170 cm

A young man of medium height, not very pumped up and not very thin, something in between, with pale skin. At first glance, it may seem that this is a teenager, but in fact it is not at all. Brown-blonde hair with a parting in the middle. The tip of his left ear is torn to shreds. The left cheek from the mouth leads a couple of lines to the same ear. It has a gray-green iridescent slightly brown right eye, and the left eye is a gray-white shade. The eyelashes are light. Another feature is the fangs. There is a large silver chain around her neck. He wears two silver rings on his thumb and middle finger on his right hand. He is wearing a dark grayish hoodie with puffs on the hood, if you take it off, you can see the marks of torture. Buggy jeans are marsh-colored, and if you bare your knuckles, you can also find scars from experiments. White regular socks, the same sneakers with non-high soles.

Character: not bad in principle, but not everyone will be treated that way. Sometimes you like to show off in front of someone. With those people who mean something to him, he behaves in a completely different way and may not seem so scary, but it's just who has earned his trust.

Interesting facts: he is passionate about pineapple juice. He plays several musical instruments such as piano, guitar and flute. I've never been to a club. Self-taught in general. They also love animals terribly, they dream of having a fennel. In some magical way, children reach out to him and see him as a wonderful father.

Brendon Kelly was born on January 6, 1995 in Colorado, USA. From the moment he was born, he was treated somehow not very much unlike the others, his brothers and sisters. Except for the only person, the father. He doted on him. He accepted it completely, even with the eye problem that Dad wanted to solve. The thing is, the baby was born with an eyesore. They went to the doctors and they said only one thing: they needed to have an operation, but it was very expensive. Then the leader of the family began to do it slowly. He didn't understand it yet. At the age of 4, in the prime of his life, the boy unfortunately lost his mother. Brandy didn't know what had happened to her or where she was now, because they hadn't told him at the time, because the little one was unlikely to survive, unlikely to understand. While others were taking care of other babies, Dad kept an eye on him. I did everything for him, for his successful future, so that he would be the happiest child, and he managed to do it. The boy didn't have many friends in kindergarten, but he felt comfortable with them. It was graduation, everything was going on, and the guys had to leave, and he lost touch with them. Yes, it's very sad. It's already the threshold of school, new friends, new acquaintances. Everything was fine in elementary school... until, in the older grades, severe harassment began in his direction. He was treated as much as possible and beaten, humiliated, and made fun of. The young man came home and said that he had just fallen, slipped and made typical excuses, but his father did not believe him and quarrels constantly happened because of this, but he insisted that his father not worry once again. Even the police were brought in and told to explain themselves, but he still said no. Well, stubborn, but it has its advantages. He didn't understand what was wrong with him? What did he do to them? Brendon is generally a calm person by himself and has never fought with anyone in his entire life. Everything's fine with you, it's just that people are angry these days. The guy did not tell any of his relatives about this, he never complained about it. He's going to get through it himself, through pain and tears. Yes... Every evening, the boy cried in his room, there were suicide attempts, but each time he walked away from it, remembering what he was here for now. For the sake of the only person close to him, it's Dad. He really coped with it himself, already standing on the threshold of leaving school with a diploma in his hands. He was very pleased with himself and realized that he was not weak at all, and with those who treated him like that, he would definitely return like a boomerang. This is life, baby.

When Kelly turned 18, his father finally decided to let him know what had become of his mother, believing that he was old enough for such conversations, and his mother's questions had almost become annoying. She was treated very brutally: a group of young men lured her into a dark alle Brendon she was returning from work, there they raped the whole crowd, dismembered and ate the most delicious thing they could think of, and scattered the remains wherever possible, but the search team coped with this task and were able to do their job. Fortunately, the killers were found and put behind bars for 16 years for sure... A few years later, his father died in a major accident, the doctors drove at full speed, but unfortunately they did not have time, the man lost too much blood during this time, and he died quickly. I didn't realize my dream that way. After this story, the whole world reeled before him, all the anger and resentment began to accumulate. The young man really ate almost nothing, drank little water, and became completely skinny. Other relatives didn't give a damn about his condition, it was obvious. By myself. He's rotting in his room, and they should at least have henna. Thus began his story of self-destruction. Yes, we've caught these assholes already, but still. He also lost his father. It's just to the heart, to defeat. You know... Even when hundreds of knives were stabbed in the back, now just walk like that. Brеndon fell into a real depression, and besides that, he had bipolar disorder and... he was haunted by violent hallucinations with his father and mother, and not only that. He visited all kinds of specialists, they prescribed pills for him. He sits on them every day and... he doesn't say goodbye to the thought of just simply leaving this miserable world to just never feel anything anymore. By the way, an interesting fact is that he has never had romantic feelings for anyone. A couple of girls and even boys confessed to him, but he didn't believe them and blamed everything on the latest pranks of his moronic classmates. He'll die alone. It's been another 3 years and he's managed to get out of his terrible condition a little bit, but he still misses his parents and comes to visit them every weekend, tell them how the week went, speak out and all that. One day, Kelly returned home, not even suspecting that he would lose a lot of himself... Here he is already approaching the door, by the way, he lived in a private house and hears swearing, fighting things and what could you think at that moment. Honestly, I felt completely uneasy, but I still opened the door and saw a picture of his uncle and aunt fucking fighting with knives and were just covered in blood. How are they even alive? The guy tries to calm them down, he spoke softly, and he almost always does that... to find out what's going on here, but without success, because then the uncle rushes at the aunt with a knife, eventually piercing her breasts and she falls dead to the floor. Brendy is not lost for a second running after the criminal, who is heading for the kitchen. Next, he throws huge scissors in his direction, but misses, thank God, while he was dodging, he took advantage of the moment and rushed at him. But he just didn't want to give up, because he splashed Tom's cheek several times with a knife, and a stream of scarlet liquid came out, staining all his clothes and the finishing touch. The uncle is definitely crazy, he pins Kelly to the floor, takes his ear and just takes a nail out of his pocket, starts pounding him. His other ear is lost. Generated by ABC amber Lit Converter, <url> Everything happens on the left side. Ask why this is so? Yes, because my uncle couldn't stand this side, because his brother, Brendy's dad, was a leftist in life, hence the hatred. It probably sounds strange. Well, Uncle thought that father shouldn't pay attention to such a brat. Surprisingly, they didn't touch him anymore and the uncle goes somewhere, leaving the poor child to suffer. My cheek hurt terribly, and so did my ear.

The poor guy barely gets up from the cold floor and was about to get out of this damn place, when suddenly he sees other relatives in front of him, along with the district police officers, who without hesitation took him and led him to the exit, and there was a police car waiting, all the neighbors and anyone who could be present at this terrible incident. After that, they cursed him, called him a murderer. Brendon didn't say anything, it was to be expected, but he was severely framed, unfortunately, so far nothing can be proved, since his uncle was already far away from them. He thought he was going to be sent to jail, but they brought him to a completely different place... to the Mount Massive Psychiatric Hospital. Oh, yes, of course, he had heard of it before, but he still had no idea what they were doing with the patients there, until they began conducting rapid experiments on him, leaving memories on his body. Betrayal again, over and over again. How is he still alive? That's how... just look at how much he's been through, apparently his fate likes to mock him, but sometimes it pats the poor guy on the head, and how the hell he's holding up. So it's been a few more years since he got here, but for the last year and a half, the hospital has been empty, there are no guards left, and all the patients are free. Do whatever you want and it's time for the apocalypse. Everyone's on their own, everyone's saving their own skin. And so.. the same Brendon Kelly is walking through the hospital with a weapon in his hands, such as an axe. He no longer trusts anyone, no one else in life (probably). Now he walks around and takes revenge for his every pain, for every mockery of him. You have to try very hard to get close to him, and he rarely lets anyone near him. Whoever he sees fit, he will let into his land, but you need to gain trust, oh, how you need to try, because everything in him is mixed up with resentment, anger, pain, betrayal. To say that he killed a lot of people here, I won't tell you that, but there are rumors about him and half the hospital shies away from him. That's the kind of story it turns out to be.

How do you like the story? Did you like it? ask questions, I'll try to answer everything ... (I'll be glad if you draw more hehe )

[eldritch-spouse]

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How do you think the boys will react to this dress🤔. With no panties😏

-Smutty horny anon🔞💋🌶️

[Please, try to be more specific as to who you're referring to with "the boys". I will default to TCE staff otherwise.]

Morell is definitely wondering if you're doing something fancy tonight. Are you... Having dinner with an honored guest? He'd love to cook for this event, and not just because he wants to be the one to serve you, so he can look at you more. Panties or not, he's searing holes into you.

Gallon is completely enthralled. He loves a fancy little dress, the only thing that's missing is some fluff around your neck to complement it, in his definitely unprofessional eye. Be careful how close you get to him, because the slime is weaseling some tentacles in there. And the teasing will not stop when he realizes there's nothing underneath.

Santi's cheering you on. You're clearly dressed to kill. Although, would it be terribly invasive of him to accompany you tonight? The pretty lady of the Clergy deserves charming company, doesn't she? He doesn't really need to touch you to scheme that your panties are off and takes it as an invitation to slip hands around or point out people who you could take to bed, preferably with him.

Grimbly's only a tiny bit wounded that you didn't warn him about your new attire ahead of time. You know, he'd like to match you one of these day. In fact, he's been dying to, if you had told him in time he'd get a similar dress. He'll probably accidentally discover your pantiless state and spend the rest of the night begging you to pick him up.

Nebul appreciates your taste in long, flowing garbs. He thinks they suit you. The wraith's hand twitches with the desire to put something around your bare neck however. Showing him your pantiless will warrant a very direct line of questioning where Nebul asks if you're a desperate animal needing to be trained in proper manners.

Vinnel has an intrusive desire to splatter something on your dress. Oh it's just so... Bland. Colorless, soulless. No frills, no pomp! Blergh! Let him fix it, this is a sad sad occasion. Panties are still optional, but he has wo much better alternatives ready to suggest to you.

Belo will always prefer white on you, even if he himself has taken on black in honor of Krulu. Though he sincerely thinks the dress is impractical, he's not about to mention it out loud. Pantiless?! Lady no, that's so dangerous! Anyone could simply see things they're not supposed to. Belo must escort you around.

Patches' throat is so dry he can only wheeze and whistle when he tries to speak. Do you- Do you need him for anything? He feels like an insect around you when you're dolled up like this and it's making him stir in his pants. N-No panties? Oh. Okay. Please get him a towel.

Sybastian honestly wants to rip the long part out. That's going to make you trip. Are you sure that's comfortable, it doesn't even cover you that much. Oh but then again, he's smart enough to know such a dress is a mating display. You must be horny... He'll find out you're pantiless very quickly when you unknowingly sit on him inside the restaurant. Expect a nasty wet lick up between your legs.

Fank-e knows where you got that dress immediately and is ready to recommend you at least ten more in the same style and affordable range. Sure, it's sexy on you, but you know what'd be sexier? Neon. Fishnets. Heavy spiked boots and stickers and bracelets with so many beads!! No panties? No problem, but that's not his point.

Krulu doesn't consider it an appropriate outfit to don as his vessel, but exceptions have been made in the past and will continue to for the sake of whatever goal the two of you currently have. If you wear no panties, it's because he ordered it so. And you're about to use your body for something important.

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TADC AU time!

Since everyone's doing it thought I might make a TADC AU!!!

It's about Mire, (Not me the character) Faltor, Filorin, Falia, and Sninlia! The original characters are included too though!

Mire: Their head is an animated scribble that you can ever so slightly see the shape of an eye something. They wears a light-ish pink hoodie and black jeans, with one purple and one blue sneaker. However, when they are depressed, they wear a black and red striped over-sized sweater, with black runner sweatpants, and simple black and red sneakers with skull designs on them. They have the ability to basically transform their arms into tentacles to reach stuff. However, their entire body is actually made of one really long line thus they can only stretch so far. They can also store things in their stomach like it's a void of holding. Because of this, Jax likes to randomly shove stuff into Mire. They play the guitar and have anger issues. (Hint VERY gay)

Faltor: His head is a 2nd grader's impression of the sun. A yellow circle with yellow spikes. Yep. He has one eye placed vertically in the center of the sun shape. His iris is blue, but his pupil only shows when he's mad. Also when he is mad, all his visible outlines get fuzzy and static like. He wears the same demeanor of clothes as Caine just with different colors. Black button-down shirt with a white suit vest over it. The vest has a blue lining and little light blue clouds on it. He wears a blue ribbon around his neck, tied in a loose bow. (Although I should note that the sun shape floats a few inches above the neck.) He has white pants, and black fancy click-clack shoes. (Idk what they're called XD) He eats and drinks by just dumping the said food/drink in his neck. Jax likes to run his hand in between Faltor's neck and head, bc he's thinks it funny bc he's dumb. (Fight me)

Filorin: His head is a flame, glowing brighter or dimmer depending on his mood. He wears a simple back wool button-up shawl, covering his torso. He wears dark navy blue pants and simple buckle leather boots. He also has a little brown leather satchel. His eyes are little white circles that float a centimeter or two in front of his head. The circles are usually semi-circles as he is tired most of the time. He is very shy, and hates talking to people. (Unless it's Faltor) Yes, the fire that is his head will hurt and burn other people/items. Jax likes to toss random flammable objects into Filorin's head, to see if he can land a shot and watch it burn. Even though he hates talking, some people still try to be friends with him.

Falia: She is viewed as gorgeous by the other circus members, (Except for Faltor and Filorin and including Caine) Her head appears to be made of ink in a smooth sphere. She has a silver crescent moon shape on the front of her face, and a large purple eye filling most of the empty space left. She appears to be wearing 4-point star earrings (Despite having no ears) She wears an elegant black spaghetti noodle dress, that flows down, were there is almost a cape like section of the skirt that drags behind her. It seems to flow into stars and nebula's, looking like a piece of space was placed upon her dress. She has a cool, collected and royal manor. She speaks in a calm almost dead voice, the same every time. And no she doesn't get mad, or sad, or anything! That would be silly... (Heh heh, trauma related) Faltor is her brother, and she views his fondly. Jax will occasionally just...take scoops of Falia's ink to throw at Filorin. She acts like she doesn't care.

Sninlia: Sninlia's head is a snow flake. It has a very intricate and complicated, yet graceful design. (Which is why it makes it so difficult to get the shape back every time Jax melts her head) She wears a royal looking robe, (very similar to kinger's) except it's icy blue, and has icicles coming out the bottom. A light snow also drifts from the bottom of her robe, so you can always tell where she's been. She is rather quiet, but when she does speak she is very serious. Jax makes fun of her a lot for this. Jax also finds it fun to use Filorin's head to melt Sninlia's snowflake, forcing her to go place it in a mold like thing and freeze it again. Sninlia and Falia are dating (Although neither of them will admit it) and they are very close. Despite how Sninlia seems, she loves dancing to classical music or just dancing. She favors music quite a bit and will sometimes even listen to Mire play guitar, even though it's most definitely not her style of music. Sninlia is also Filorin's sister, and she wishes he would socialize more.

Jax: He is much more annoying with these new peeps around. Although, Caine and Bubble have noticed him blushing a little when he's around Mire. (Don't worry guys this isn't a cannon ship!)

Caine: He has a really big crush on Falia and has no idea she's already dating someone.

Ragatha: Yes, ButtonBlossom is cannon, but she likes hanging out with Filorin and Falia. Sometimes Mire, but only if she sees their lonely.

Pomni: She loves her girlfriend very much, and likes hanging out with Filorin. Although not that often, because she gets a bit weirded out by him.

Kinger: He didn't really like any of them but if he had to choose one to hang out with, it'd be Faltor. So they could autism together.

Gangle: Prefers to just hide from Jax, but occasionally try to talk to Filorin. *Ahem,* emphasis on the try

Zooble: Hangs out with Mire a lot and doesn't like any of the rest of them.

I post more about it if y'all send me some asks.

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love hearing about character playlists....

Ale I'm taking this as three different songs

(Now with LINKS to the songs so people can actually listen to them lmao)

1- My Demons (Acoustic) by Starset

Aaand now we're getting into some of the shippy songs! So this one is another "struggling with The Urge" song, but specifically it's one wherin Page is talking to Astarion about them and telling him that having him be there for her helps. Specifically the line from this one that I really like for them is just "We are one in the same," because genuinely one of the reasons Astarion and resisting!Durge work so damn well together is because they've experienced some similar struggles and can relate on a level that few can.

2 - Bad Apple!! - English Remaster by RichaadEB and Cristina Vee

Am I hurting, am I sad? Should I stay or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know? Can I take another step? I've done everything I can All the people that I see, they will never understand If I find a way to change, if I step into the light Then I'll never be the same and it all will fade to white

This is another one of those internal struggles between darkness and light songs, specifically with an emphasis of having to make a conscious effort to change and not really knowing if you can, and if you can, then not knowing if that drastic of a change would essentially unmake you or not.

3 - The Cave by Mumford and Sons

The harvest left no food for you to eat You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see But I have seen the same I know the shame in your defeat But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again

Okay so this song is one part shipping song and one part "taking control of your own life and destiny" song. Kind of more the latter with a tinge of the former. Basically in a nutshell it's about Page deciding to consciously defy her whole heritage and "purpose" and decide for herself what kind of person she wants to be, but also those first few lines of the song really sound like something Page could be saying to Astarion, again realating to him and his own struggles, and repeatedly saying in the refrain "I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck," i.e. she refuses to stand by and see him repeat the cycle of abuse by ascending.

Also in the second verse the lines "So tie me to a post and block my ears / I can see widows and orphans through my tears / And know my call despite my faults and despite my growing fears" LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT'S NOT PERFECT FOR THE SCENE WHERE DURGE IS POSSESSED AND TRIES TO KILL THEIR LOVE INTEREST YOU CAN'T

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WIP Wednes-eekend: Summer Challenge Edition 

tagged by @devondespresso 💗💗💗

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

WIPS

1. Possibilities (Spoiler its the amnesia verse)

2. Childhood

3. Uh oh she's happening

4. Siren

5. Steddie BigBang

Snippet

From the constant struggle of Possibilities (aka The Perfect Loving Nightmare) Nsfw under the cut, you've been warned.

Robin really hadn’t been kidding about the slut thing had she? 

As excited as Steve was to get back to this aspect of his life, he couldn’t help the blush that crept up his neck after studying the first photo. There he was, happy as could be in nothing but a lacy bra and panties with Eddie’s cock down his throat. He was laying flat on his back on their bed, eyes half lidded with a hand shoved down his panties while Eddie fucked his mouth. 

That set was definitely a contender. But he still thought he could find something better. He kept going, stopping when he found one that put the garter belt in perspective. It was a good photo, more sensual than sexual. It was of him, in a place that he didn’t recognize. He was sitting on a window sill, head turned with a joint between his lips as he stared out into the night. He was bare chested, a line of pretty bruises trailing down from his neck to a large bite on his shoulder. His legs were crossed, clad in nothing but black stockings and a silky garter belt around his waist to hold them up.

So that’s what those were for. Seems simple enough. But he still wasn’t completely sold. He kept going, breath catching in his throat when he flipped to the next page. Looks like the weird strappy thing had been lingerie after all. But it turned out there was no trick to that one, it was just obscene. It barely even qualified as clothing, not with the skimpy straps barely covering his nipples, leading down to wrap around his thighs while doing nothing to cover his lower half. He was on his knees, back straight as he stared up at the camera, a doopy smile on his face as white spend dripped down his chest. His cock was on full display, small and dripping, trapped in his pretty red cockcage. 

He looked so fucking happy. He always did, in all of them, even when he was crying. It would have been hard to believe if he hadn’t lived it. But as much of a fan as was of this particular number, he wasn’t ready for it. Even with the visual guide, he felt like he would need help getting that one on. He kept looking, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink with every page.

Tags

Not many cause I am so anti-social its sad but: @henderdads @rogueddie @zerokrox-blog @scoops-stevie @spectrum-spectre

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Quick Hits #6: Dream Wife

tw: suicide

Tom couldn’t believe when Rebecca told him that she was thinking about Conversion. Was life really all that bad? Sure, they were witnessing the slow decline of civilization one day at a time and yeah, Conversion was one way to mitigate the creeping anxiety of the inevitable end while maintaining a productive role in society. But it wasn’t like she’d really be herself, right? Conversion promised to wipe all concerns from the party’s mind but the result was somewhere between a human being and a mindless automaton. She wouldn’t be his Rebecca anymore, he argued.

But this was the right choice for her. One where she could be happy, wouldn’t have to carry the misery of the world anymore. She could still be there for him. However they remade her.

The really sad cases donated their bodies to The Corporation to fill spots on assembly lines. A mindless lifetime dedicated to manual labor. But Rebecca wasn’t alone. She even chose the Dream Wife template with the Arts and Culture memory expansion so that she wouldn’t be just a mindless fuckpuppet around the house. After twelve years of nodding through sports talk she could finally carry a conversation with Tom about all the trivial little things he loved.

God, he missed her personality though.

At first it felt real enough that maybe Tom could live with this Rebecca as if nothing had changed. But it was the small things. She’d lost the fire that had once driven him crazy. She didn’t argue small details anymore, didn’t derail perfect evenings just to be right. She didn’t labor over restaurant orders or advocate for Tom when he was too timid to advocate for himself.

He must have taken her back to The Corporation a dozen times to install new personality expansions. The Corporation never came close to his Rebecca though. Tom knew that he had to be okay with this. When he looked into those pearl white eyes and saw nothing staring back, he had to be okay with the fact that this is what Rebecca had wanted. It was her choice.

Slowly, though, Tom learned to accept his new wife. Riding the train for two hours a day to and from his office, he had time to think about all the privileges they shared. The outside world was a constant assault of sound and image. Ad space plastered to every imaginable surface, these days less focused on selling products and more so on pulling consumers’ attention away from the sky. Last Tom had checked it was looking more like a burnt yellow.

The train was no exception to the ceaseless flow of information. Digital screens projected over the car windows played ads for The Corporation on loop. A constant reminder of the life Rebecca had chosen. But each ad had the effect of making Tom feel better about her choice. Dream Wife, Dream Life, the slogan went.

He returned home each day to her bright smile, her delicious cooking. Their home was decorated in a retro turn of the century style. The windows cloaked the view outside with the image of a blue sky, a starry night. It was the dream life that Rebecca had always wanted.

And one day Tom discovered that it was okay to command her. That it was okay to treat her as the object she had chosen to be. When she called him “Master” for the first time he was surprised to find himself turned on. When she begged him to command her, he didn’t hesitate.

He bent her over the couch and saw the port on the back of her neck where the Conversion had been installed and he heard the moans, those authentic moans! A sound that hadn’t come from his wife’s mouth in years. They weren’t the sounds of a human robot, but a human woman’s. A human woman who could get wet on command, whose pussy was always tight, and libido endless.

As he thrust his cock inside of her, all Tom could think about now was how thankful he was for everything The Corporation had given him. The words from the digital screens on his daily train rides scrolled by on a loop in his mind: Dream Wife, Dream Life, Dream Wife, Dream Life. He regretted ever missing Rebecca now because she had never actually left. She had only been reshaped into her best self.

Dream Wife, Dream Life.

His grip tightened around her hips as he teetered on the edge. She came with him, as she had been programmed to do. Her screams echoed off the walls.

Tom sank back into the couch, holding on for a moment to catch his breath. She remained frozen there, awaiting further orders while his cum dripped from her pussy. He could only stare in admiration of her beautiful form. Her naked back, the curve between her shoulder blades, the dimples above her ass. He thought of the time before Conversion was an option. He thought of the millions who had chosen to end it all, the labor crisis that had forced the hand of engineers far smarter than Tom to find a solution.

And now here she was, his wife Rebecca. She was still here. She was still with him. Flesh and blood and code and programming.

Tom smiled, and for the first time he thought, I am so thankful for The Corporation.