#removing the head. the brain. the face and putting your own in its place

[hangingoffence]

the visceral body(literally) horror and gore of dio stealing jonathan's body is so...... i mean its the pinnacle of removing ascendancy and consent

[les4elliewilliams]

If you don’t mind can you please do Ellie x black reader who takes her to the hair store?

IMSOSOSOSORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS :3 i added a little extra because its such a cute idea and we all need to touch grass and more ellie fluff sooo!! (sorry if its shit :p)

◌ warnings... none??? cutie patootie gaymer ellie, that's it, that's the warning.

౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ellie x black reader .ᐟ

Ellie loves your hair. Like, she’s obsessed with it. But just because she’s your girlfriend of four years doesn’t mean she’s allowed to touch it. No matter what you two are doing. Kissing? You had to swat her hand away as she sneakily tried to tangle her slender fingers in your coiled hair. Going down on her? You’d push her hand away before she could even think about ruining the curls you spent hours perfecting the day before.

When you first started dating, she took you to the store after your car broke down. You’d desperately begged her to take you—not that you really had to beg—Ellie loved spending time with you.

Barely two minutes in the store, and you were already out of sight.

“Okay, babe, what did you say we—” the auburnette started, but when she looked around, she realized you were no longer by her side. After wandering around like a lost soul for a few minutes, she finally found you scanning the shelves for your favorite products.

“There you are.”

“Needed to get conditioner, and—” Your eyes darted across the aisle, searching for that one product in particular.

“Alright, do your thing. I’m gonna take a look around.” she walked off, running her fingers along the shelves, touching everything she saw. It got to the point where even the cashier started eyeing her like she was about to steal something—redhead behavior.

When it was your turn to search for her lost ass, you surprisingly found her by the hair products as well—maybe it was your dedication to hair care that made her want to try something new with hers and take better care of it.

“El, you done?” Her head snapped up immediately, and she put the bottle down but kept the other one lazily trapped under her arm.

She glanced at the shampoo she’d chosen, then back at you. “Yeah, I’m done.”

You stood there, barely managing to keep all the products you’d gathered from falling—you didn't know why you hadn’t grabbed a basket, it would’ve made your life so much easier—and then there was her, standing there with a 2-in-1 shampoo...

Despite you being the one with way more in your arms, Ellie still insisted on paying for everything. She's a gentleman like that.

You’d been educating Ellie on your hair ever since you first started dating, and she even watched videos to help you out whenever you stood in front of the mirror, cussing everything out because your stubborn curls simply decided not to cooperate that day.

She even went out of her way to do her research on which shampoo, conditioner, oil, and styling products were best. She bought them for you and kept them in her bathroom for whenever you stayed over and had to wash your hair. She wanted to have everything you needed. From hair care products to basic skincare stuff—and by that, I mean makeup remover. The first few times you spent the night there, you nearly ripped your hair out when she told you she had no makeup remover. Not even a fucking cleanser, just regular soap. Your only options were to use baby wipes or wash your face until the soap melted off your lash glue and mascara. It was pure torture.

But she got better, luckily.

Face cleansers, La Roche-Posay moisturizers, hair products, body lotions—Ellie practically spent a fortune on it all. And it was all for you because she loved you that much.

The first time you found all this stuff at her place, you lost it. Your brain jumped straight to one conclusion: she was cheating on you. Cause why the fuck would Ellie Williams own all this stuff? She never had before, so where was it coming from?

You went off on her immediately, accusing her of having other hoes while she was playing a game with Jesse—who heard everything.

She had to quit mid-game and pull up her Amazon orders to calm you down. Drama queen much? Ellie liked ’em a little crazy, as she always said, so she didn’t mind.

Recently you’d seen this salon on TikTok that looked like the go-to place for curly hair. The videos were mostly about girls with different curl patterns, textures, and lengths—basically a curly hair paradise.

Only one little problem… it was two hours away from where you lived. Eventually, your sweet girlfriend got tired of your constant yapping about it and decided to do something about it.

The salon wasn’t just far—it was popular, too. People came from all over to get their hair done, just like you were about to. Ellie, being the amazing girlfriend she is, somehow managed to book you an appointment that fit into your ridiculously busy schedule.

Between one game and another, the auburnette kept her phone on her black desk, just within reach. Every time she finished a round of COD, she’d check her phone, obsessively refreshing the booking page over and over. This went on for a whole week before she finally snagged you an appointment.

And that wasn’t all—she drove you there, two and a half hours round trip. By the time you got there, her ass was so sore she couldn’t even sit in the waiting area. Instead, she restlessly stood the whole time, sipping on a juice box one of the hairstylists handed her after hearing how far she’d driven to surprise you.

She stood there like a nosy toddler the entire time, either munching on something or hovering close enough that you could see her reflection in the mirror.

And honestly? She was more anxious about your hair than you had ever been in your life.

“Don’t cut it.”

“No, no—dude, that’s too much!”

“You sure that won’t damage her hair?”

Your poor hairstylist was about this close to losing it with her. But when your hair was done, Ellie just stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, totally speechless and blushing like the awkward loser she was.

Of course, she ended up paying for it—after putting up a bit of a fight.

“How much is it?” she asked the girl behind the counter, both of you already reaching for your wallets.

“$280.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m paying,” Ellie said, her voice firm as she shot you the look.

“Ellie, just wait outside,” you rolled your eyes, trying to brush her off, quickly pulling out your wallet. But she was faster—nearly slamming her card down on the marble counter.

“No, you wait outside,” she echoed your words back at you, swiping her card while the girl at the counter giggled at her antics.

“Fine.” 

[hidtired]

A Single Punch [Part 2]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Description: The aftermaths to the line up leaves you with serious injury. With most of the group to believe you dead. How will your recovery go at Hilltop? How will people react to seeing you?

2.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, near death, depression, recovery, typical walking dead shenanigans) [happy ending… eventually]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Your POV

The steady hum and rocking of the truck bed is what woke you from unconsciousness. The wind ripping around you. It was hard to breathe. Even more so when you realized that you were next to two bodies, presuming that they used to be your friends. What had happened again? A bat? Line of your family being chosen for death. You were one of those chosen. The thought of "I'm alive." While not necessarily feeling like it. You were alive. Your body moving on it own slapping the back of the truck with your bloody hand. Bloody and very broken if the sharp pain sent threw you didn't tell you anything.

The sharp pain making you groan and rolling into yourself. A wheeze still in your lungs. You felt like you were spinning. The loud bang of the tail gate making you jump. Everything felt wrong something is wrong.

"I can't, please it hurts."

Sasha flinched when you spoke. Believing for a second she dreamt it. But your small whimpering and sobs made her drop closer to you. "Y-your still alive- I don't-" Your face and hair were covered in your own blood. Not knowing the location its coming from. Sasha pulling herself together after the initial shock. She turned to Maggie who stood wobbly and in shock seeing you trying to move and talk. Your speech was becoming incomprehensible now. Sasha slipped off a layer of clothing to hold to your head. She turned back to Maggie again, ''Go get back into the car!" Sasha felt you go still again. She had to move fast. Jumping over the side of the truck closing the tailgate. She was not letting Negan have you to.

Days later...

You opened your eyes groggy and confused. Looking over to see Maggie in a bed herself. You try and move your hand up to remove something blocking your right side of your head. Expect your hand stopped bounded to the bed. Maggie heard you move and slowly approached you, "Shh, your safe." This wasn't your first time awake but it was the first that you were more aware.

"W-wha?" Your speech was slurred. But Maggie saw it in your eyes. For the first time she saw you in them. She sniffled, "Y/n thank goodness. I thought you were..." She shook her head and put a hand to your shoulder. "I'll be right back ok? I need to get the doctor?" You simply tried to look at her face trying to gauge what was wrong. She sped out the room leaving you to stare out after her.

She came rushing back into the room with a man. He was speaking to fast at you but they were questions asking your name and if you knew where you were. The man shined a light in your face. You tried to look away from the light because it hurt. You looked at the man with squinted eyes, "H-errrs-sel?" You looked back to Maggie with a questioning look. Only to get a sad look back. Sasha then came through the door in a haste hearing you were awake again.

"Is she doing any better?" She huffed out of breath. The man you had zero clue about simply looked back to you and sighed. "It looks like the swelling in her brain is reducing. I don't know the extent of the brain damage she will have, but her chances of survival just increased." Maggie sighed with the first bit of good news about you. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She smiled at you. You with having no clue what's going on simply mirrored her back with your own smile. You try and raise your other hand but not feeling it at all you look down to see your arm in a cast and bound close to your chest.

The man who you couldn't place, doctor man, started talking again. "Its only been 2 days, for that much time she is doing better then I could have ever imagined. I think she may have taken most of the blow to her hand. However, head trauma is always unpredictable." They jumped at the sound of your gasp looking at you to see what was wrong. You were just looking at Maggie looking her up and down.

"Ba-baby?!" Maggie moved closer to you and started to try and sooth your worry. "Is fine, the baby and me are ok." You relax back into your sheets. Dr. Carson simply studied you. "I would like someone to be with her at all times now. She could have a stroke or start seizing. She still needs to be bound to the bed for all are safety. If she is still awake in a hour try having her eat or drink." Maggie and Sasha both nodded and looked at each other giving a determined look.

Few hours later you were still awake having to be reminded to 'keep your eyes open' and 'need to stay awake.' You would ask things, try to at least. Most of what you said didn't make sense to anyone but you. The worst was the look on your face remembering about something or someone that was lost along the way. When you were asking about a baby you were meaning Lori and Judith. You knew something with a baby was wrong and that was the only one you could think of until Maggie said that her and her baby was ok that you remembered.

The longer you were awake you would get better minimal but still better. But you began asking for something they couldn't give you.

"Dar-ryl?" They always try to come up with something. 'he is on a run' or 'he is out hunting.' But that didn't stop the want for him. You were frustrated at the broken bits of your brain. You knew Daryl always put those pieces together.

Daryl POV

His cell was cold, dark, and always seemed to have one song playing on loop. It was torture. Not however as much torture then the loss of you was. He never knew the kind of love she gave him. She was a first, and now last. The pain in his shoulder and face from the beating he has gotten were nothing like the one in his heart, his soul. That night replayed over in his head. He thought about how he deserved to have gotten killed not Glenn. He cause Maggie to be a single mother now. He deserved this. Being here.

He thought back to when Rick lost Lori. He didn't understand then. But sure as hell did now.

The door handle started to move, the music cutting off, assuming he was getting the normal moldy bread and dog food. Dwight walked in throwing the food down to the floor. "The sooner you join the sooner this will stop." Daryl all but chuckled, "and what become like you?" Now that pissed Dwight off, striking a nerve. But Daryl lead on more, "I get it. Your doing it for someone else. But I don't have that anymore." Daryl sent a look that could kill. Dwight only studied him and shook his head at him. Throwing two polaroid to the floor, "Someone else doesn't have that anymore either." Before slamming the door shut. The music came on but then changed to a more somber tune.

Daryl hesitated to pick up the pictures before doing so and seeing the images with the smallest light coming from under the door. Yours and Glenn's bodies. His breath hitched looking at it. You the women he loved and a friend who would still be alive with his wife and child if he never existed. He lost it. Sobbing. Broken.

He made a promise to not just you but himself that he was going to do right by you. He still had a mission. By the end of it this place will be burning to ground. Even if he had to go with it.

Maggie POV

After having to deal with a man like Gregory she needed to clear her head before it was her turn to sit with you. Making her way over to were Glenn and Abraham were buried. She was met by Enid staring down to the graves.

''Enid?" She walked over to the young teen and hugged her. Enid sniffled before explaining why she was there, wanted to see if she and the baby were ok. Enid gestured to the two graves. "I didn't know which one was his." Enid the paused, "Why is there only two, where is the third?"

With that Maggie smiled and waved her hands to come follow her. Enid was confused at the action. They stepped into Jesus trailer were they all have taken over at this point. There Enid saw you, she gasped in surprise and disbelief at the sight of you. You jumping at the noise. Breaking your focus from a card game that was to help your memory. Also keeping you distracted. Sasha sitting next you surprised to see Enid, "Are you with the others?" Enid shook her head while approaching your table. "How is this possible..." She sat down across from you. You simply stared back but continued with your cards pointing to one for Sasha to flip. You were struggling with mobility.

Sasha sighed catching the hint and continued flipping cards for you to match. Enid looked at you more closely. Your face was still swollen and was a mix of purples, blues, and yellows. The top to the right of your head had a part of your hair shaved with stitching. You looked pale. Your speech has gotten better but you were just to tired to speak much. It showed in your eyes. You still had your arm in a cast brought close to your chest by a sling. Watching Enid study you Maggie decided to add some insight. "We didn't know she was alive until half way to Hilltop. Didn't know if she would make it even a few days after."

Enid look to you with pity. She saw how sick you were even before leaving Alexandria. At least that seemed to be better. Maggie cleared her throat, "How is everything back at Alexandria."

Enid explained about how they took and trashed everything back home. Maggie could only scowl at the thought of them. At the mention of how they brought Daryl with them and he looked to not be doing to well but still alive. You had looked up and just stared intently, "He ok?" With you gaining some abilities back it was harder to lie about what happened. You had yet to know of his capture and Glenn's death. It was only a matter of time before you found out.

Your mind seemed to be other wise fine. Most of the trouble was how it was trying to move your body. Walking was going to need to be learned again. When you got your right hand back writing and holding things as well. Nothing time couldn't fix. Maggie was the person to mostly look after you. You were a welcome distraction from her mind.

Later that day was when you said something that shook her. To see your mind healing and remember. You were just staring out the window while the sun started to set.

"I was a mercy kill."

You went to sleep shortly after. It was probably time to tell you the truth. Before you could think of all the worsts before hand.

Your POV

Being woken up by Jesus pulling you out of bed with haste and to carry you and hide you under the trailer was not what you were expecting. He was saying 'their here' and 'need to stay here and be silent.' You were laying under the trailer in dirt. It was finally catching up to what had happen just then. You didn't know all the things you probably should but you knew it would come naturally. While you lay there waiting for Jesus to tell you it was safe you remember that a few days ago you thought he was the literally Jesus for a second longer then you would like to admit.

You saw men taking things all around you. These were the asshole who did this to you. You remember when you woke up in the back of the truck. Two bodies beside you. You knew one was Abraham but didn't have the guts to ask who the other was. You just couldn't handle it at the moment. Others thought that to if they didn't say anything about it.

You were starting to get cold. But you saw that the men were leaving now. When the men were gone you don't think you could get out of there by yourself if you tried. When a group of people were quickly making your way over to you, you sighed ready to get up out the dirt. It was Maggie's voice you first heard. She sounded like she was panicking, "Did you hide her? Where is she?" She sounded to be directing this to Jesus. Then you heard a voice that surprised you, "What? Hide who?" It was Rosita. They got closer to you before Jesus spoke and lent down to were he put you. "She's ok, I put her here."

Jesus start to pull you out revealing who you were to Rosita. You just popped out being dragged by under your arms. "Hi" She gasped and lent down to help pick you up off the floor. "Your still alive..." she looked about ready to cry. You smiled, "Damn r-right I am." You would have had more trouble standing if Jesus wasn't helping but also leaning into Rosita while hugging you helped. It was Sasha who came to help you back to your bed while the others talked some more.

It was later that evening eating dinner when everybody was in Jesus's trailer. Everyone was talking while you stared at your left hand trying to move it to the best of your ability. Your body felt like it had latency that's why is was so hard to do anything. You and Maggie were now on your own with them taken Dr. Carson. You sighed and looked around you decided it was time. You needed to know.

"What happened that day..."

It went quiet before all eyes went to you. It was Maggie who first tried to start but Rosita cut in. "What do you remember." You bit your lip and look off into the distance. "Seeing what happened to Abraham, I was struggling to breath... I remember the feeling of the bat. I didn't pass out as soon as it hit me. I froze. Played dead even." You paused before sucking in a breath, your voice was still slow and looked to take a lot of focus to do, because it did.

"I woke up next to two bodies..."

Now is when Maggie spoke, "Daryl had punched Negan after he hit you." You sucked in a breath and held it. "He tried to kill you unprovoked, I don't blame Daryl." She looked into your eyes. "Negan killed Glenn." The air in your lungs released and a shaky hand came to cover your mouth, tears filling your eyes. The room was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Daryl punched him and distracted him from you. Negan would have kept swinging at you." You closed your eyes to soak in the information. You were alive at Glenn's expense. "There's more." You opened your eyes to look at her.

"They took Daryl as there prisoner."

Part 3

Feedback welcomed and requests open!

Reunions coming next part :)

Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so sorry with grammar or spelling that is messed up!

[genshinluvr]

Burning Desire 3 [Tighnari's Route]

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Tighnari x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Scaramouche leaves your room, Tighnari offers to take care of you while you try to recover from your previous session with Scaramouche. While waiting for Tighnari to run you a bath, the burning pit in your stomach persists, leading to you attempting to relieve yourself from the desire. The aphrodisiac continues running in your system, making it nearly impossible to control yourself.

Note: Not gonna lie. I struggled with this smut because it's been a while since I've posted smut 🥲 Don't expect any of my smuts to be good because I've always been iffy about the smuts I wrote 💀 Anyway! Keep in mind that the Burning Desire routes are mostly/pure smut. It will be shorter compared to Crave because Crave has its own plot, whereas Burning Desire has routes where readers make the decision on who's route is next. This applies to all characters, not specific characters. As previously stated in my previous smut-fics, I tried to keep the story as gender-neutral as possible. All of my smuts do lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader with gender-neutral pronouns. As usual, minors DO NOT INTERACT! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, aphrodisiac, fingering, cervix fucking, oral [both receiving], mating press, hair pulling, biting, orgasm denial, creampie, another failed attempt of dom!reader, Tighnari is a bottom on the first part

Word Count: 5.9k

Burning Desire "chapters"/routes: [1], [2], [3], [4]

Tighnari peeks his head into your bedroom, his ears twitching. You smile at Tighnari and gesture for him to enter your room while pulling your blanket over your body. You’re exhausted, but you’re sure it’s not from your previous activities with Scaramouche. The ache between your legs is still there, and your body is hot as ever but not as hot as it was before you were able to get your release. 

“If you don’t mind, do you want me to do a brief checkup on you?” Tighnari asks, walking into your room.

You gulp and nod. A checkup is harmless! It’s not like you’ll be jumping Tighnari’s bones and start humping him like your uncle’s horny dog back in your world. Well, you’re hoping that it doesn’t happen. The strange feeling in the pit of your stomach is still present, and even if Scaramouche fucked your brains out, you think you can go for a couple more rounds. 

Tighnari walks to your bed, standing before you. Tighnari takes his gloves off, putting them on your nightstand beside your bed. He places his hand on your face, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead. The warmth of Tighnari’s hands is a huge contrast to the temperature of your body.

“You’re still overheating. Although your temperature is slightly better than what it was before,” Tighnari murmurs, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

Tighnari slowly removes his hands from your face, but you frantically grab Tighnari’s hands, keeping them on your face. His hands are surprisingly cool compared to your entire body. You feel like you were standing in the deserts of Sumeru for hours with no shade to shield you from the heat. Archons, you’re hot and suffering.

“How about I run you a cold bath, and you can soak in the bath to lower your body temperature? How does that sound to you?” Tighnari offers, running his fingers through your hair.

You whimper, pressing your face against Tighnari’s chest, trying your best to restrain yourself. “That sounds nice, Tighnari. It would mean a lot to me if you did that,” you reply.

Tighnari pulls away from you, only for you to reach out for him but quickly puts your hand on the mattress below you. Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you, staring at your face intently. Your pupils are dilated, your chest is heaving with every deep breath you’re taking, a thin layer of sweat is covering your naked body, and your mouth is agape.

“I can sense a ‘but’ after that response of yours….” Tighnari trails off, propping his hands on his hips. “What would you rather have me do other than draw you a cold bath?”

You gulp, looking away from Tighnari. You can’t tell if your face is heating up because of embarrassment or if it’s because you didn’t want to admit how much you desire Tighnari to bury his cock deep inside your sopping wet hole. Tighnari doesn’t want to tell you this, but he can smell how wet you are. 

“Please draw me a bath. I don’t know how much longer I can take the heat,” you reply. 

Tighnari smiles and squeezes your bare shoulders before walking to your bathroom to draw you a cold bath to soak in. After Tighnari went to your bathroom, you collapsed on your bed, hands itching to slither down to soothe the ache between your legs. Your core is throbbing, and you really want to relieve it. 

Looking over your shoulders toward the bathroom, you slide your dominant hand to your sopping-wet groin. You shudder when your fingers make contact with your hot core. You gulp and slowly penetrate your throbbing entrance with your middle and ring fingers, biting down on your tongue to muffle your groans. 

“What are you doing?” 

Your head jerks up to see Tighnari peering down at you. How in the world did he get on your bed without making any noise? You slowly pull your fingers out from your quivering hole. Thank Archons, you have a blanket over your naked body, or else Tighnari would see what you’re doing. Man, this is such an awkward position to be put in.

You give Tighnari a sheepish smile. “Did you start the bath?” You squeak, trying to change the subject and divert his attention elsewhere. 

Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you before nodding slowly. “Yes, I drew a bath for you. I made sure it’s cold enough to cool your temperature down but not too cold to the point where you refuse to get in,” Tighnari replies. Tighnari turns around, motioning for you to follow after him. “Now come, or else the bath will become warm.”

Tighnari walks into the bathroom, leaving you behind on your bed.

“I wish I could cum again.” 

You sigh, sitting up and getting off your bed. You wrap your throw blanket over your naked body, waddling to the bathroom where Tighnari is waiting for you. Tighnari dips his fingers into the water, testing the temperature. You stare at Tighnari’s fingers in a daze. If only his fingers were inside of you instead— you shake your head and lightly smack your forehead. 

Tighnari snaps his fingers, pulling you out of your thoughts. You give Tighnari a weak smile when he points at the bathtub. You gesture for Tighnari to turn around so you can drop the blanket and get into the bathtub without feeling self-conscious while he looks at you. 

Tighnari sighs, turns around, and closes his eyes. You slowly remove the blanket off your body and place it on the sink before dipping your toe into the bathtub. Goosebumps immediately rise on your body as you slowly get into the bathtub. You shudder, sitting down and sinking neck-deep into the tub.

“Alright, you can, uh, look now,” you say, covering your chest with your hands while pressing your legs against your chest.

Tighnari turns around and kneels beside the bathtub, pressing his hand against your face again. You clear your throat, beginning to shake your legs in the bathtub. You don’t know how much longer you’ll last. You’re in desperate need of release. Scaramouche was able to relieve you a tiny bit, but the burning pit in your stomach remains raging. 

Tighnari pulls away and rests his elbows on the edge of the bathtub, examining you closely. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look shaken up,” Tighnari murmurs, resting his chin on his arms.

You jokingly say, “Maybe it’s the Scaramouche effect. After all, Scaramoouche did fuck my brains out.”

Tighnari snorts, shaking his head. You and Tighnari sit in silence while you sit in the cold water. Your body temperature doesn’t feel like it’s going to go down any time soon. Your core continues to throb painfully in the cold water. You’re itching to find release, but alas, you’re not sure if Tighnari would be okay with helping you with your issue. 

You unknowingly let out a huff of breath, resting your chin on your knees. “Tighnari?” You whisper.

Tighnari tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “Yes, [Y/N]?” 

You close your eyes, hugging your legs to your chest. “Do you know how much longer I’ll feel this way?”

“What do you mean? Can you clarify?” Tighnari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Archons, this is where you didn’t want the conversation to go— you having to explain to Tighnari about your desperation for release. It’s been a few days since you have inhaled the aphrodisiac that exploded all over your face, causing you to inhale large amounts of the powder. You want it to be over already because the constant horniness is driving you up the walls.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Since I breathed in the aphrodisiac, do you know how long it’ll be in my system? Despite Scaramouche’s help, it’s still affecting me but not nearly as bad as it was before,” you reply.

Tighnari hums, leaning away from the tub while stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. “Unfortunately, I don’t know how long it’ll be in your system. You did breathe in a lot of that powder, and the best thing we can do is either assist you with your situation or we wait it out,” replies Tighnari.

You whimper pathetically, wanting to drown yourself in the bathtub water. There’s no way you can wait it out, even if it’s suggested. Well, it was recommended, but you don’t think you can last any longer if you wait it out. The aching between your legs, the wetness trailing down your legs, your bundle of nerves swollen with need, and the fire in the pit of your stomach is hard to ignore.

“I don’t think I can wait it out, Tighnari,” you whimper, “like you said, I breathed in a lot of the aphrodisiac, and we don’t know how long it’ll be in my system.” 

Tighnari stares at you; his gaze darkens. “And what do you want to do? Again, it is up to you to decide whether you want someone to assist you with your situation or to wait it out,” Tighnari says.

Your bottom lip quivers. Is Tighnari trying to make you say it out loud? It’s humiliating to have to voice out your burning desire to have someone fuck your brains out until it's mush. You bite on your tongue and close your eyes, burying your face into your knees. Tighnari reaches forward and grabs you by your chin, and turns your head to make eye contact with him.

“What is it that you want?” Tighnari demands.

You swallow the forming lump in your throat. “I want you, or someone, to please help me with my problem. Please, Tighnari,” you plead.

The words tumbling out of your mouth didn’t make sense to you, but you hope you’re able to get the message across. Tighnari smiles and releases your chin before standing up. Tighnari walks over to where your towel hangs, grabs it, and walks to the tub. You hesitantly drain the bathtub and stand up. You take the towel from Tighnari’s hands and wrap it around your naked body, stepping out of the bathtub like a newborn fawn. 

Tighnari grabs your bicep, steadying you. You smile at Tighnari sheepishly before walking back into your room with Tighnari beside you. Tighnari lightly pushes you onto your bed, unraveling the towel from your bare body. Tighnari scans your naked body, his pupils wide. You gulp and grip the towel tightly. 

You pout and tug at Tighnari’s clothes. “It’s not fair for me to be the only one naked in this situation,” you murmur.

Tighnari’s lips twitch with amusement. “Well, I need to make sure your body is functioning fine, right? There are a few checkups I still need to do, remember?” Tighnari asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“But Tighnari—”

Tighnari presses his index finger against your lips, shushing you. “Once I get your checkup done, I’ll strip, alright?” Tighnari reassures you.

You nod and lay back, gulping nervously. Tighnari hums with satisfaction before pulling you to the edge of the bed and kicking your legs apart. Tighnari places both your legs on the bed, stretching them out for him to see your dripping entrance. 

Wordlessly, Tighnari kneels before your wet hole, reaching forward and swiping his fingers up your entrance. You jolt at the feeling of his fingers pressing and swiping at your hole. Tighnari chuckles under his breath before inspecting the clear substance on the tip of his index and middle finger. 

“It’s interesting how the aphrodisiac is causing you to produce way more lubricant than an average person,” Tighnari murmurs.

You shut your eyes and look away, heat rushing to your face. How can Tighnari talk about this stuff so casually without feeling embarrassed about it? Maybe you feel this way because you’re the one that’s naked, and Tighnari is only a few inches from your aching heat. Tighnari brushes his thumb against your swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper and tense under his hands.

Tighnari hums. “You’re also extra sensitive as well,” Tighnari says.

You press your lips into a thin line and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. You don’t know how much longer you can wait until Tighnari is finished with your checkup. Every reaction you have is from the aphrodisiac. You’re producing way more lubricant, and you’re very sensitive to the littlest touch. 

You grab Tighnari’s hand and pull him. Tighnari stumbles and cages you between your bed and his body. You lace your fingers in Tighnari’s hair and press your lips against his, wrapping your legs around his waist. Tighnari pulls away from the kiss, taking a step back while taking his clothes off. You sit up and begin helping Tighnari with taking off his clothes and accessories. 

Your hands are trembling, fumbling with the buttons and zippers on his clothes.

You and Tighnari could take it slow, but the longer you’re forced to wait it out and be patient, the more the ache between your legs continues to grow. Tighnari’s clothes have a lot of intricate details and accessories, making them a little bit complicated to take off compared to Scaramouche’s clothes.

Tighnari can sense your frustration as you struggle to take a piece of clothing off his body. “A little impatient, are we?” Tighnari chuckles.

You grumble and yank the final piece of clothing off his body. Now standing naked before you, Tighnari pushes you onto your back and kneels in front of you. Tighnari grabs your legs and spreads them apart. You know that Tighnari wants to prepare you for what’s going to happen, but since you’re already so wet and are dripping onto your bedsheets, there was no need for him to bury his face into your damp entrance.

Tighnari tilts your head up, stroking your cheek. “I’m going to penetrate you now, alright?” Tighnari asks.

Despite the fiery pit of need you’re feeling in your gut, you can’t help but do a double take when Tighnari says that. Who says that before having sex with someone? You snort, making Tighnari looks at you with confusion. You grab Tighnari by his forearms and pull him to lie down beside you. 

You hover above Tighnari, staring down at the confused forest ranger. You wrap your fingers around Tighnari’s erect cock, giving Tighnari’s cock slow strokes. Tighnari tenses and lets out a breathy moan, crumbling beneath your hands. You can’t tell if Tighnari’s a virgin or if he’s a bottom. The way he reacted when you wrapped your fingers around his pulsing cock, his reaction to you stroking his dick at a slow pace, made you assume he was either two. But hey, there’s no shame in being a bottom or a virgin. It’s almost cute, and it makes you want to fuck his brains out until he cries. 

You continue to stroke his cock, pre-cum beading at the slit of his dick. You lean down and take him into your mouth. Tighnari moans, running his fingers through your hair before gripping at the roots tightly. You bobbed your head, stroking the base of Tighnari’s cock and massaging his balls. 

The sound of Tighnari’s moans, whimpers, and the sound of you sucking on his cock fills the room. You lightly squeezed his cock before releasing his dick from your mouth with an audible pop. You continue to stroke Tighnari’s cock, leaning down to lick and suck on his balls. Tighnari hisses and clenches his jaws, his body arching and his toes curling. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on you?” Tighnari whimpers, biting on his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

You stop what you’re doing and release his now red cock. You chuckle and wipe the string of saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh? Are you not enjoying the blowjob?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Tighnari’s face is flushed, his ears are pulled back, and his chest is heaving up and down with the deep breaths he’s taking. Tighnari doesn’t respond. He only gives you a pleading look. You crawl forward and press a kiss on Tighnari’s forehead. 

“We’ll focus on my needs after I give you your first orgasm,” you reply nonchalantly. 

Tighnari groans and looks away, his face almost as red as Diluc’s hair. You grab Tighnari’s aching dick before taking him in all the way until the mushroom tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to gag. Feeling the walls of your throat tightening around his cock, Tighnari lets out a loud groan as he feels his impending release. 

You continue to stroke the base of his cock, and massage his balls while deep-throating him.

Tighnari grabs the bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Tighnari grabs your hair with the other hand and forces you to take his throbbing cock. It happened so suddenly that none of you—especially Tighnari— expected it. Tighnari whimpers and cums into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he becomes limp.

You pull Tighnari’s cock out from your mouth with a pop, swallowing his cum and wiping your mouth. You shuddered as you swallowed the salty fluid, face pinching with distaste. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of consuming someone’s bodily fluids. Tighnari looks at you with bleary eyes, his cheeks flushed.

You brush his hair away from his face, smiling at him while ignoring your dripping hole and the growing fire in the pit of your stomach. Tighnari caresses your cheek, giving you a breathless smile. You lean down and kiss his forehead.

You pull away and sit in front of him. “How are you feeling?” You murmur.

Tighnari stares at you, still dazed from his release. Tighnari props himself up. “I feel great, but….” Tighnari trails off. “We were supposed to focus on you.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t mind taking charge. Plus, you don’t look like the type to be dominant in bed,” you tease, poking Tighnari’s bare chest with a teasing smile.

Tighnari huffs and glares at you, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. He reaches for your wrist and pulls you toward him. You cage Tighnari against your bed, pushing him down with one hand before straddling his hips. Tighnari stares up at you while you kneel, reaching for his cock behind you. You give his cock a few strokes, feeling his dick slowly harden in your grasp. Tighnari bites on his bottom lip as he watches you pump his now erect cock. You arch your back, lean on one leg and rub the tip of Tighnari’s cock against your damp folds. You and Tighnari shudder at the feeling.

You line Tighnari’s cock at your entrance before slowly sinking down. Tighnari groans, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you down on his pulsing dick. Tighnari gasps and moans when his cock is engulfed by the walls of your entrance. You dig your nails into Tighnari’s shoulders, whimpering at the stretch.

Not long later, Tighnari’s balls deep inside your cavern. You shiver and bury your face into Tighnari’s neck. Your heat clenches and unclenches around Tighnari’s thick, hot, pulsing cock. Tighnari’s hands slide down to the globes of your ass and squeeze your ass cheeks, digging his nails into your ass. 

You remain sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside your entrance, trying to adjust to a new stretch. You have Tighnari lay on his back while you remain seated. Tighnari keeps his hands on your ass, occasionally moaning and panting as your walls squeeze around his pulsing member.

Tighnari taps on your ass to grab your attention. “Move, please,” Tighnari grunts, lightly thrusting upward and letting out a choked moan when the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix.

You involuntarily clench around Tighnari’s dick. You lean back, arch your back, place your hands on Tighnari’s thighs, and begin sliding up and down his cock. Tighnari digs his nails into your thighs before sliding his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down his throbbing cock. 

You push yourself upward while continuing to bounce on his cock. You lean forward before placing your hands on his lower abdomen.

You roll and grind your loins against Tighnari’s pubic bone, feeling pleasure pulse through your body when your swollen bundle of nerves rubs up against Tighnari’s pubic bone. You jolt and tense, letting out a shaky sigh. Tighnari reaches up with one hand, groping at your chest, pinching and squeezing your nipples with his thumb and index finger.

You grab Tighnari’s other hand at your waist, lacing your fingers with his. Tighnari shifts from underneath you and wraps his arms around your waist before flipping you over on your back. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to adjust to what happened. Tighnari looms over you, caging you with his arms while panting above you.

Tighnari grabs your chin and tilts your head up before crashing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders while Tighnari has you wrap your legs around his slim waist while he’s rutting against your entrance. You and Tighnari moan into each other’s lips, rubbing your tongues against each other and holding onto each other like your life depended on it.

“You drive me crazy,” Tighnari murmurs against your lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his face against the base of your neck. You tighten your legs around his waist, making sure not to hurt his tail by accident. You subconsciously reach up and run your fingers through Tighnari’s soft hair, brushing your fingers against his ears. Tighnari whimpers and nuzzles his face further into your neck, lightly nibbling on your neck. You lightly pull on his hair, making Tighnari moan and thrust hard into your hot entrance.

Tighnari reaches down between your legs, lightly rubbing and pinching your engorged nerves. You jolt and clench your jaws, digging your nails into Tighnari’s back. Tighnari releases your swollen, pinched bundle of nerves before grabbing onto the headboard of your bed. He presses a brief kiss on the side of your head before slowly thrusting in and out of your entrance. You grab onto the bedsheets below you, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrust halfway. 

The bulbous tip of Tighnari’s cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, making your toes curl and your back arch with pleasure. You bite on your bottom lip to muffle your whimpers and moans, but Tighnari doesn’t seem to like that you’re holding back the sweet noises he’s coaxing out of you by thrusting in and out of your entrance. 

Tighnari starts to quicken his pace, the headboard of your bed thumping against the wall behind you. Tighnari presses his hips against yours, making sure to press the tip of his cock against your cervix until you wail from either pain or pleasure. Both are good. It lets him know that you’re reacting well to his actions and that you’re not unresponsive to his actions. Tighnari’s curious about how sensitive the aphrodisiac made you. 

“Tighnari, faster!” You whine, tugging on his arm to get his attention.

Tighnari takes a deep breath and unwraps one of your legs around his waist before placing them over his shoulders. Tighnari lays on top of you with his arms propping him up beside your head on the pillow and pistons his member into you repeatedly. While ramming his cock in and out of your entrance, Tighnari grabs you by your hair, tilts your head to the side as he leans down, and bites your neck hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a loud yelp, writhing beneath him. Tighnari moans as he licks and sucks on the area where he bit you, tasting your blood on his tongue. Tighnari laps at the bite mark, his hips stuttering against yours. Tighnari has knowingly marked you as his, and knowing how the others are going to react, gives him a sense of thrill. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, his lips trailing down to your collarbone while battering your cervix with the tip of his cock. You lift a shaky hand to the spot where Tighnari bit you, and you can feel the teeth marks and cut skin underneath your fingertips.

Tighnari latches his lips onto your collarbone and sucks on your collarbone. You tighten one leg around Tighnari’s waist and grind your hips against yours, trying to find a sense of relief as you feel a familiar knot beginning to form in your lower abdomen. At the same time, Tighnari continues to rail his cock deep inside of you. Archons, you can feel your impending orgasm, but it feels so far away. You wanted to cry out of frustration as you reached for the engorged nerves, pinching, rolling, and rubbing them with your thumb and index finger. 

Tighnari grunts, feeling your walls tighten and pulse around his cock. Tighnari can feel his orgasm slowly start to build up as he continues to plunge his member in and out of your squelching wet hole. You can feel the tight rope in your lower abdomen start to tighten up as you’re nearing your orgasm. Tighnari suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine and protest the sudden emptiness.

“Why did you pull out, Tighnari!? I was so close!” You whine.

Tighnari doesn’t answer you. Instead, he grabs both of your legs, presses them against your chest until you can barely move, and spits on your sopping wet, throbbing entrance. Tighnari covers your loins with his mouth and begins eating you out. His tongue swirls on your engorged nerve, swiping his tongue over your slit and burying his face between your legs.

You tangle your fingers in Tighnari’s luscious hair, grinding your entrance against Tighnari’s face as he continuously licks, slurps, and plunges his tongue in and out of your entrance. Tighnari’s canines scrape against your swollen bundles of nerves, causing you to jerk beneath him and whimper. Your legs are burning from being pressed against your chest for a long time and shaking from pleasure. Noticing your reaction to Tighnari’s canines scraping your engorged bundle of nerves, Tighnari latches his lips against the small ball and sucks on it. You’re writhing, arching your back, tugging on Tighnari’s hair, and your toes are curling so tightly that it’s starting to hurt. 

While you’re distracted, Tighnari inserts his middle and ring finger into your sopping, wet hole. You tensed up and groaned, whimpering as the man started pumping his fingers at a fast pace. Tighnari feels your walls tighten around his fingers, thus prompting him to pick up the pace, and before Tighnari knows it, you squeeze around his fingers. Tighnari pulls his fingers out from your heat, only for you to cry out with frustration due to Tighnari denying you of your orgasm for the second time. 

“Dammit, Tighnari! Why can’t you just let me cum!” You whine, throwing your head back with frustration.

Tighnari climbs back up and crashes his lips against yours, tangling his fingers in your hair while lining the tip of his cock to your entrance. He grabs one of your legs and places them over your shoulders before slamming his cock into your heat. You bite down on Tighnari’s bottom lip at the sudden intrusion, tensing beneath him and choking out a moan.

Tighnari pulls from the kiss and adjusts his position before grabbing your waist. Tighnari starts pistoning his throbbing cock into your pulsing entrance. Every time Tighnari enters your dripping entrance, you tighten around him. Tighnari makes sure to grind his pubic bone against your throbbing, engorged bundle of nerves.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach down to rub the small ball of nerves while Tighnari hammers his dick into your squelching entrance repeatedly. Tighnari digs his nails into your waist, slamming the bulbous tip of his cock into you so hard that it punches your cervix each time he thrusts. The more Tighnari continues to plunge his dick in and out of your sopping, squelching entrance and grinds his pubic bone against your swollen bundle of nerves. With you stimulating the small nerve, the tight rope in your lower abdomen tightens and tightens until your vision goes white.

You cum around Tighnari’s cock, becoming limp on your bed. At the same time, Tighnari shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside your abused hole, painting the walls of your entrance milky white. Tighnari groans and collapses on top of you, his face burying into your neck as he continues to fill your insides with his cum. After a few minutes, Tighnari pulls his now soft cock out of your entrance.

You wince at the emptiness, visibly shuddering when the mix of your and Tighnari’s cum spill out of your cavern. Tighnari collapses beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist while trying to catch his breath. Once your vision comes back, you rub your eyes as you feel the exhaustion start to catch up to you. Maybe it’s best for you to take a break from finding relief. The fiery pit in your stomach continues to rage on, and your loins continue to ache with need. 

You hear a light knock coming from your bedroom door. You and Tighnari look at one another. Archons, both of you are a little worn out from your sextivities, and having to get up from the bed and answer the door feels like a chore.

“Give us a moment!” Tighnari calls out, getting up from your bed and putting his clothes on. Tighnari turns to you. “Do you want to clean up? You can stay in bed if that’s what you would prefer.” 

You blink at Tighnari with bleary eyes, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand. Do you want to get up right now? You’re tired and sore, and constantly rubbing, pinching, and twisting your swollen bundle of nerves made you feel extra sensitive than you already are. 

You clear your throat, running your hands through your messy hair. “Yeah, I’m going to clean up again, and you can let whoever’s at the door into the room while I clean up,” you reply.

You get off your bed with shaky legs, shivering when you feel your and Tighnari’s mixed cum spilling and running down the insides of your legs and to the ground. You made a mental note to yourself to clean the bedsheets on the floor once you’re done cleaning up.

You grab a change of clean clothes and underwear, then go to the bathroom to take a shower. Before you step into the shower, you use the toilet and wipe yourself down. You turn the shower on and begin taking a shower, making sure to scrub every part of your body with body wash. You did feel some kind of relief from your intense need. Still, despite Scaramouche and Tighnari helping you reach your orgasm, the same feeling in your gut remains. 

“How much of that aphrodisiac did I inhale?”

You shake your head and wash away the suds and bubbles on your body before lathering your hair in shampoo and conditioner. Whatever the amount it was, you want it to go away already. You don’t know how much more you can take and how much more your poor genitals can handle being railed over and over by all types of cocks from your lovers. But what you do know is that you need a break from being fucked repeatedly because you’re starting to get hungry, and you need to rest.

After fifteen minutes of taking a shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You look tired, and you’re not sure if it’s from Scaramouche and Tighnari or if the aphrodisiac is starting to physically affect you. You quickly got dressed into your underwear and clothes, wrapping the towel around your head before walking out of your bathroom with a pack of wet wipes in your hands.

Tighnari looks up and waves to you with the bedsheets in your hands. “How are you feeling?”

You squat down to where the bodily fluids are and begin wiping them with the wet wipes. “I’m feeling okay. I do feel tired and a little bit hungry,” you murmur, tossing the wet wipes into the trash can and placing the wet wipes on your desk.

Tighnari goes to the door and unlocks it. The door opens, and enters Thoma, holding a tray of food in his hands. 

“Hey! I figured you might be hungry from your… activities. So, I made food for you to eat,” Thoma says, putting the food tray on your desk. 

You smile at Thoma. “Thank you, Thoma. I really appreciate it. I’m starting to get hungry, so you brought food at a perfect time,” you reply, walking to the window and opening them to let fresh cool air into your bedroom. 

You sit on your bare mattress and begin eating the food Thoma made for you while the others start piling into your room one by one. It’s a good thing your bedroom isn’t a mess and that the sheets are getting cleaned. It would be awkward if the men sat on the soiled bedsheets. 

Baizhu approaches you with Dottore and Albedo at his side. “How are you feeling?” Baizhu asks.

You sigh and lightly stab the fried fowl with your fork before dipping it into the sauce. “I feel fine, for now. I notice that even after I had an orgasm, the fiery pit in my stomach will return not long after,” you reply.

Dottore props one hand on his hips while stroking his chin with the other. “That’s strange. It doesn’t seem like the aphrodisiac will be leaving your system any time soon, unfortunately,” Dottore sighs, turning to look at the others with a frown.

“I think you should take a break from this for today. I understand you’re in desperate need to get the aphrodisiac out of your system, but you do need to rest. You can’t continue this until it goes away. You’ll overexert yourself,” Albedo says, tapping his foot on the ground. 

You nod. Albedo’s not wrong. You do need a break, and while sex lasts only a few minutes, sex requires a lot of energy. You don’t think you can handle having another person dick you down while you feel like a limp noodle. Although, it does sound nice— getting dicked down. But you don’t feel sexy right now. You feel like you woke up from your grave not long ago.

“Alright. I’ll take a break for today, and whoever wants to be the next person to dick me down until my insides are molded to—” Dainsleif covers your mouth with his hands.

Dainsleif sighs, his cheeks bright red. “Please, just finish your food and get some rest,” Dainsleif pleads. 

You blink and Dainsleif and nod. Dainsleif removes his hands from your mouth and lets you proceed to eat your food. You wonder who’s going to be the next person to try to fuck the aphrodisiac out of your system.

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[cloudcountry]

HELP I'VE BEEN CURSED

SUMMARY: Sebek thinks you've put a spell on him. In a way, he's not wrong.

CHARACTER: Sebek Zigvolt.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Sebek not understanding romantic feelings and going WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS when he catches them >>>>>>>>>>

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One moment Lilia was working on his next masterpiece, a blackberries roast beef asparagus casserole, and the next, Sebek was bursting down his door with red cheeks and wide eyes. Whipping his head to face his dormmate, Lilia couldn’t help but smile at the frantic expression on his face.

“Master Lilia! I seek your guidance!” Sebek yelled, “I fear I have been cursed!”

“Oh no. We can’t have that, can we?” Lilia placed a hand under his chin thoughtfully, “Do explain.”

“It’s the Prefect!” Sebek huffed, shaking his head dramatically, “They must have cast a spell on me to remove me from the Young Master! I feel a pull towards them that cannot be explained! It’s illogical and uncalled for! What makes it even worse is the way my heart reacts to them—it palpitates! It’s incredibly concerning! Master Lilia, what shall I do?”

Lilia was baffled for a few beats before a small smirk worked its way onto his face.

Aww, it sounded like little Sebek was in love!

Laughing to himself, Lilia gazed at his underclassman affectionately.

“Listen carefully, Sebek.” he narrowed his eyes dramatically, “A curse has been placed on you, but not by the Prefect. The only way you can lessen the effects of the curse is by staying with them. I’m afraid it may last a while, but staying with them should build your immunity. Make sure to treat them well and make them feel comfortable. That’s essential.”

“Yes, Master Lilia!” Sebek nodded vigorously, “I’ll follow your instructions perfectly! Thank you for your guidance!”

Lilia could barely hold in his laughter as Sebek ran out of the room, surely off to find you and fulfill his duty. He just hoped you were ready to have a rowdy boy trailing after you for however long it took for Sebek to confess to you directly. Humming a jolly little tune to himself, Lilia started his lovely cooking experiment once again.

📚

“Sebek...? May I ask why you’re following me?” you asked, staring at the stack of your textbooks in his arms, “And why did you insist on carrying my stuff? You usually just laugh at me-”

“I’m doing this for Malleus!” he yelled, staring straight ahead with a slight flush to his cheeks, “Don’t ask questions, human! I’m not doing this for you!”

“Right, right.” you hummed, patting his shoulder absentmindedly, “Thank you though. Those books are pretty heavy. It’s helpful having someone like you around to help carry all this stuff since Grim can’t carry his own things.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault!” Grim crossed his arms, huffing angrily.

Sebek nearly recoiled at your touch, the contact sending a shock wave through his brain that sent his heart into another frenzy. There was no way you were a magicless human! You must be a secretly powerful mage deep down, sent to infiltrate Night Raven College and get to the Young Master! Sebek narrowed his eyes at you as you mumbled something about lunch, hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder. Yes...he’d have to observe you more. For Malleus. (Not because he liked being around you, bleh. What a ridiculous idea.)

[gyu-vinnie]

HAI POOKIEEEE !! 15, 36, 132 with gyuvin please ^_^

“you don’t get to touch”/ “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”/ “no, you started this, now you’re gonna finish it”

the gyuvin brain rot is getting to me pookie 😭

you weren’t in your right mind earlier, you swear! you knew you shouldn’t have been teasing gyuvin earlier, but you couldn’t help it! he just looked so hot on stage. you knew you shouldn’t have sent him those pictures, but you needed to help him know how neoedy he makes you. normally that plays out in your favor, him coming home and giving what you want, but it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

when he got home, the first thing he did was call your name. you came downstairs, looking at him with a wide, innocent smile. you thought he would return the smile, but he didn’t. he didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes made that smile drop from you face instantly.

“when i get upstairs, i want you naked, faced down on the bed. you don’t understand how angry i am right now, love”

and that’s how you ended up here, on your knees, staring up at him expectently. he was removing his garments of clothing in a teasingly slow pace, but you knew better than to complain.

once he was finally stripped of all his clothes, he walked closer to you, holding his cock right in front of your mouth, “suck, love.” biting back a smile, you reached your hand up to grab cock, but he popped you hand.

“you don’t get to touch.” suppressing a whine, you opened your mouth for him, gyuvin instantly entering you mouth with a deep groan.

you placed both of your hands in your lap, trying to ground yourself as you started moving your head. gyuvins hand found its way to your head, gripping some of your hair and pushing deeper in your mouth, causing you to gag.

after a few sighs, groans, and gags, gyuvin started to thrust into your mouth. it started at a relatively do-able pace, hit then he started moving faster, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag for frequently.

you put your hands in his thighs, despite him telling you not to, trying to push him away to breathe. he does move, but just enough to let your breathe, not even fully leaving your mouth.

you looked at him with pleading eyes, still trying to push him away. he looked at you and tsked, turning his head to the other side of the room and poking his tongue into his cheek. he chuckled and looks at you with a teasing smile. “no, you stared this, now you’re gonna finish it.”

you whined, but knew you couldn’t do anything about it. when he pushed back fully into your mouth, you gagged again because of the force, sending vibrations through his cock and making him moan. when he looked down, you where staring up at him with teary eyes. he shut his own eyes, knowing that he’ll cum instantly at the sight, but he couldn’t help but peak again.

this time, there were tears rolling down your cheek and, “f-fuck-”

and just like that, he came in your mouth without warning. when you started to cough a bit, he pulled out of your mouth and dropped down to his knees.

gyuvin cupped your cheeks with his hands, wiping away your tears and whispering praises to you and asking if your okay. when he didn’t get a response, he got worried and instantly started apologizing, smoothing down your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

you smiled at him and stuck out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed every single drop of his cum. his eyes widened and he started laughing.

“your such a whore”

[wrathofrats]

Thinking about Aether and Phantom quintosis lesson. It's all going well and all, Aether's letting Phant explore his head on his own a little because he's actually really talented y'know! And then he hits a particular spot and Aether goes brainless, practically drooling on spot if yk what I'm onto...

Everyone always comes to Aeth to shut their thoughts up, but now he's on the receiving end for the first time in a whiiiile and he's just gone.

Just a big brainless quint :)

Shakes you violently because I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw it

(Warning that this is a little dubious but consent is implied and implied to have been discussed prior, just didn’t want it to come out of nowhere in case someone isn’t up for that 🫶

Also I made it weird bc confident phantom has been on my brain recently)

Aether talks him through it. Takes phantoms hands and places them on either side of his head, covering them with his own.

He trusts him under his own supervision, able to step in if something were to go wrong.

It’s easy, to aethers surprise. Phantom being able to pick at different memories, emotions, doesn’t take long for phantom to start trying to control his limbs.

“Am I doing that?” Phantoms eyes light up when aether hand moves slowly to the side.

“You are bug, good job”

Aether thinks it’s cute watching him get so excited over his powers.

Different tour memories flash in and out as phantom practically rummages through his brain like a storage bin. His face muscles twitch while phantom drags over certain nerves. Quintessence can be a dangerous game in the wrong hands, the power to as you please to someone only to be trusted in the right hands.

A particular wave of fuzz washes over aether as phantom gets a little more confident with the electricity he has wrapped around his mind. He feels cloudy, it’s not unfamiliar but he knows exactly what phantom is doing considering he’s done it to the other ghouls countless times before.

“Bug…..” aether warns taking a deep breath. He feels like there’s cotton behind his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and more manual.

Phantom prods again. A sharp buzz in the base of his skull and it’s hard for aether to get out the words to warn him again.

Phantom understands what he’s doing, especially considering this form of mind control has been done to him before. it’s the only reason aether hasn’t removed him yet but it’s a helpless and almost calming sort of feeling, looking up to see phantom smiling at him with his magic completely taking over his senses.

“Please let me take care of you?” Phantom tips aethers chin up to look at him, the other hand caressing his cheek. Aether can feel just a bit more quintessence slip in as he nods.

He’s completely brainless, barely a thought besides what’s directly in front of him and a small attempt to keep his breathing normal. It’s all he can do to keep his vision straight, mind full of static and he can’t help but smile at phantom, giggling slightly. A comfortable mindless state of pleasure.

“Never been able to have you all stupid for me have I aeth?” Phantom teases. It’s light hearted in nature but god it does something to aether. He could practically drool if he really wanted to, phantoms light teasing enough to have him salivating. Something so delicious about being able to have your thoughts shut up and being taken care of, aethers been craving it for a while.

A delicate hand pushes its way under aethers shirt. Phantom looks for any sign of protest before lifting it off of his body and discarding it on the floor beside them. Aethers immediately handsy, giggly and trying whatever he can to get phantom back on him. His limbs feel like they’re full of concrete as he tries to reach up to pull him closer. Time moves slow, almost too slow for him with the idea phantoms put into his head of him doing whatever he wants to him.

Phantom makes quick work of his own clothes while aether chews his lip, small moans escaping as phantom strips in his lap. He’s easy like this, hard and stupid and just desperate for anything from phantom he can get.

“You’re needy when you’re like this” phantom teases, reaching for the buttons on aethers pants. “Big and stupid like a whore should be”

Phantom grabs aethers hand, pulling it around his waist to finger himself with it, “your fingers are thicker than mine, gotta stretch myself out to take you baby” phantom gasps as he pushes aethers fingers into himself

It’s a tight stretch, phantom working himself with two of aethers fingers guided by his own, if he’s not careful he could probably just use aether like this and cum in his lap but oh, he wants to see how bad aeth can get when he sits on his cock.

Aethers streams out incoherent pleas and curses as phantom finally pulls him out, stroking him a couple times just to hear him whimper

“Fuck you’re much better like this, dumb and useful, just a dildo for me to use right?”

[yoongswrites]

Brutally Broken || BTS ff || 18+ || OT7 || Chapter 1

Pairing - Y/n x 0T7

Genre - Dark Romance

Warning ⚠ - Sensitive content ahead. Mature content. Forced s*x. Slapping. Unprotected s*x. Uncensored. Sl*t shaming. Weak Female lead. Self harm. Strong language. Read at your own risk.

"Please stop, it h-urts"

She placed her hand on his hard abs in order to stop him. He grabbed her hand and twisted it. She cried under him.

"Is she still not obedient yet?"

Namjoon said while drinking wine.

"Let me teach her a lesson"

Hoseok exclaimed and grabbed her face. He slapped his d*ck on her face.

"My little sl*t"

He forces his d*ck on her mouth. He growled loudly at the sudden warmness of her mouth.

"Ahh so good"

He fucked her mouth open. She choked as its too deep for her. She couldn't breath. Tears stream down her eyes.

Taehyung slammed himself on her wet p*ssy. His thrust were strong. She just laid there under them.

"She makes me hard"

Jimin laughed. He makes her held his cock and strokes himself.

Hoseok is getting desperate. He fasten his moments. His d*ck twitchs in her mouth.

She cried. She wanted to push him off her but she couldn't.

He is slamming himself in her mouth as if it's her pussy.

"I'm cumming slutty who're. Don't you dare to waste a drop"

He says and after few hard thrust he cums in her mouth. She felt breathless at a moment. She coughed. She couldn't swallow it all. Her throat is burning.

"You b*tch"

He slapped her face hard and grabbed her hairs roughly. He spits in her mouth.

"Sallow"

He commanded. She swallowed it. He pats her head.

"Now let me fuck that mouth"

Jimin exclaimed and hoseok left her. Jimin grabbed her face. He slapped her hard.

"You b*tch, you said I wasn't your type right? Now let me teach you what you deserve"

She shook her head. She felt helpless. She can feel Taehyung twitch inside her. Her head feels dizzy.

"P-please-"

She couldn't complete her sentence as jimin slammed his dick in her mouth.

"So warm. Just like that slutty pussy"

He started to fuck her mouth open. He almost choked her with his cock. Taehyung pulled himself put and thrusts in her ass hole.

She felt breathless. She couldn't move. Taehyung slapped her reddish tits. She started shaking terriblely.

"This hole is nothing but a cum dump. It's made to r*ped again and again. This bitch wants nothing but a big dick to fuck her brain out"

Taehyung moans and cums inside her. He leaves her and laid on the sofa. Namjoon walked towards and position himself at her entrance.

"So wet"

His sudden thrust was hard and strong. Jimin finally released in mouth. She couldn't sallow it quickly. She kept in her mouth. Jimin grabbed her neck.

"Disobedience bitch, Didn't jungkook teach to how to be obedient"

He chocked her hard cutting her breath out. She panicked and tried to remove his hands but nothing work.

Namjoon fucked her more aggressively. She is quite sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jimin leaves her. She was thrown on the floor by namjoon. He hovered over her. He is the cruelest among them.

She feels her legs breaking. It hurts like hell. She mouth burns along with her pussy which is totally red in colour.

She feels disgusted. She couldn't take it anymore. Her loud cries filled the room. Blood started coming out of her vagina.

"S-low..Do-wn"

"you want it harder huh"

He thrusts aggressively. Her back slams against the floor with each thrust. He turned her over and slammed her from back.

He roughly grabbed her hairs. Her scalp are burning from pain. Her vision is getting blured.

Blood flows along her legs. Cum messily spread all over the bed.

He slapped her ass wanting her to thrust back. And she slowly did. He mercilessly thrusted inside her poor hole.

He cums inside her with a loud groan. He pulls out. But she was again thrusted by Seokjin.

"Still so tight"

He fucks her hard. He grabbed the belt and tied her hands.

"You're looking like a slutty dog. Just so freaking fuckable"

He groaned and aggressively thrusted the dildo inside her. She screamed at the sudden pain.

"Please stop"

She yelled and he grabbed her hairs. He bites her earlobe while slamming deep inside her.

She struggled to get out of his grip. He chocks her from behind.

Cum spread all over the floor. The floor is wet and messy.

"You *Thrust* Fucking *Thrust* Who're *Thrust*"

He after few minutes of hard thrust release her hands and weakly support herself.

He kept slamming until he cums deeply inside her. Her whole body aches. She  is literally shaking. He let himself in her for few seconds and He pulls out and  Her weak body hurts. Her face was bruised. She weakly held herself to stand but she falls on him.

She doesn't have any energy left. Her eyes doesn't have any tears left down. Her hands weakly hold on him. The person whom she thought she could spend her life with. The person with whom she shared her every secret, every sorrow, every happiness. The person whom she did nothing but loved him with her whole heart. The person whom she desired to be with.

Her teary eyes looks into his. Her bruised hands weakly hold into him.

Her Boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

This is just a mere imagination. Please don't take it seriously. i don't mean to hurt anyone emotions. There is no involvement of any member in such things. Please if you are sensitive reader then please don't read it. Im not forcing anyone to read it. Please don't take it seriously and get offended.

Do share your comment and vote down if you like it. Thank you...

[greg-montgomery]

Okay so absolutely loving your writing sm <3

So I had this idea while, of course, scrolling down the aaron x reader tag so like you dont have to write it if you dont want to but i wanna throw this out here bc otherwise itll stay stuck in my brain

But like reader who is just,, incredibly shy? Like in social situations they put up a front and you would never expect them to be shy because theyre very present and speak up often despite almost blending in the background when quiet. But its a whole other story at home and such?

Like, Aaron notices and first thinks theyre uncomfortable with him but he slowly realizes that this is like, their love language ig and showing vulnerability? Quiet time, acts of service and such yk? Like, they always put up a front and to drop that (not entirely ofc but a decent amount of it) is just the highest form of trust bc theyve been ridiculed for being shy? And the shyness is much more present in the bedroom, especially when he praises them they just get even more shy and hes just so so gentle :(( like asking if theyre okay, going slowly and asking to see them when they hide their face but never forcing them to and just like praising them when they do and the praise kink of them just sticks its head up and its just the purest form of being together? Like, its not rough but gentle and its soft and theres really no other word than making love for it and its all just :(( and the aftercare the man would provide is just AHHH😭❤️

Oh dear im so sorry but i got sucked into the fandom and got obsessed by hotch and then your writing so- this is so long so imma shut up now but i just needed to throw it out there tbh before id explode from all the hotch ideas i have in my mind that im not writing myself or giving to any writer bc what if they think the ideas are weird or too long like rn- but anyway imma shut up have a nice day/night and hydrate <3 (also you might see more of me if you dont mind long ass rants in the middle of it like this one- if you do mind just tell me to shut up im not gonna be mad or anything <3/srs)

-🧽

my sweet sweet 🧽 anon <33 this took me a while to write i'm sorry!! i hope you've been well!! i think about you a lot and i haven't forgotten the kind words you had sent to me <3 i hope you enjoy this!! (and ofc i don’t mind long rants i LOVE talking about aaron <3333)

nsfw - minors dni

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Can I, honey?” you heard Aaron’s words as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

You had been covering your face as you usually did when your boyfriend went down on you. After making you finish, Aaron had made his way up again, urging you nicely to look at him.

With a nod of your head, you gave him permission to gently remove your hands from your face.

“There you are.” He smiled at you.

“Hi,” you said, softly, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little.

“Hi,” he answered, just as softly. “Do you wanna taste yourself, baby?”

“Mhm…” You nodded, staring at his chin instead of his eyes.

Your own eyes closed involuntarily, as he lowered himself and his lips touched yours. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to touch yours. Knowing where that tongue had been before it was inside your mouth, made you even more excited for what was coming next.

Aaron placed his hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze and then moved it down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his body. “Open them wider, sweetheart.”

Only a few moments later, Aaron was inside you, rocking his body against yours, in a pace slow enough to be considered both romantic and tormenting.

“Ah…”

“Good?” he breathed heavily on your mouth.

“So good…”

“I love you,” he moaned, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin after every little whine of yours. “I love your body. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you take me like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you sighed, because you really were. There was no man in the world you’d let yourself be this vulnerable around, other than Aaron. Your Aaron.

[eventinelysplayground]

A Sleeping Rabbit

There was a post a bit back by @ichgakr01270910 wondering about Chevaliers pov for Chapter 10 and if there was a fanfic out. I don't know if there was one but I got inspired by the post and wrote this. This was also the highest voted WIP in my recent poll. This pulls from not only Chevaliers route but also his episode 0 story, as always don't have to have read the extra bit to enjoy this fic. Emma's fallen asleep in Chevaliers room causing him to think of his past again. WC approx 940 also tagging @aquagirl1978 and @kraiyne because they were interested in this topic as well.

Ridiculous

Chevalier scoffed in disapproval as he peered down at Emma's face while she lay sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Not even that woman was foolish enough to allow herself to fall asleep in my presence.

“Did I not just warn you simpleton?”

Chevalier did not expect a reply to his question.

‘Prove here and now that you have enough of a brain packed into that small head of yours to defend yourself.’

For a frightened rabbit it was a creative idea and proves she is at least capable of thinking under unfavorable circumstances. As foolish as the position of Belle is, it would be an annoyance to have to restart the process from the beginning if any harm were to befall her.

Chevalier went to move but just as he did Emma snuggled closer to him letting out a contented sigh. The warmth from her body seeped through into his own and although an unfamiliar feeling Chevalier found that it was not entirely unwelcome.

You not only fall asleep in the arms of the Brutal Beast but you would willingly move further into his clutches? How foolish can no… wait.

‘Prince Chevalier, you're not a beast- you're a person.’

These actions are not from foolishness but your misguided belief that I am a person.

Chevalier had truly been stunned when Emma had made her declaration that he was indeed a person.

I have been accused of being many things but a person was never one of them, yet this simpleton declares me to be one without hesitation. Even that woman knew I was a beast…

‘You’ll never be loved by anyone.’

'Why is that?'

'Because you're a beast without a human heart.'

Chevalier let out a disgusted sigh. He moved more cautiously this time and managed to remove himself from his bed and Emma.

I shall have someone fetch her mutt and have him carry her back to her room.

Chevalier strode over to the door but stopped short, his hand hovering above the handle. It was not like him to hesitate and yet he found himself doing just that.

It is late if she is seen being carried from my room that will only further fan the flames of these ridiculous rumors. Yet if my fool of a brother were to find her here in the morning, the rumors will be ‘confirmed’ and lead to a tiresome and pointless conversation with four eyes.

After what seemed to be a long deliberation Chevalier withdrew his hand from its place above the door handle, turning around to study Emma for a moment.

She has already meddled enough in these matters that there is no escape for her now and there are ways I can use these rumors to my advantage.

That was the rationalization that Chevalier used for his actions; however even as he stood there he was aware that his actions were only creating more work for himself and putting Belle at greater risk. Yet even knowing that he found himself pushing that knowledge away in favor of keeping her by his side.

At least her knowledge of books is proving to be useful.

Chevalier reached down to the books on his desk that had originally brought Emma to his room. He picked one at random and returned to his bed, settling himself awkwardly if not carefully beside Emma. After a while Chevalier found her soft rhythmic breathing drawing his attention more so than the book he had chosen.

Curious.

Chevalier hesitantly reached down and tentatively ran his fingers over her hair, it was soft to the touch and smelled faintly of citrus and roses. Emma suddenly stirred under his hand letting out a contented sigh and Chevalier removed his hand from her hair. He attempted to return to his book however he quickly gave up as his thoughts continued to wander.

This is nonsense, why am I wasting valuable time with such senseless actions? After all

‘Because…because it's unnatural to be so calm about it! Neither the King nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer. As long as you don't know what love is, you'll remain a beast forever.’

Nothing has changed since then, I have always been the Brutal Beast. But perhaps…

‘I won't argue that you can be as cruel and merciless as a beast. However, I don't think that's all you are.’

Chevalier lay back down on his side in bed with Emma's back to him. His eyebrows knit together in concentration and his ice blue eyes were filled with a forgotten longing.

Perhaps this simpleton truly is capable of seeing deeper, into the very essence of a beast? That first day in town she faced me directly and didn't avert her gaze even when I drew my sword on her.

Although there were no assassin's in his room tonight, Chevalier still fought. As he stared down at Emma the fight played out within his icy eyes. Just like against a physical opponent the fight ended quickly however there was no clear victor in this fight and Chevalier sighed.

No, it is more likely she has been influenced by all the romantic tales she has read and her simple life. Once she has spent more time in the palace she will see there is no value to emotions or attachments, especially to a beast.

Despite his carefully crafted thoughts, Chevaliers body betrayed him. He pulled Emma tightly to his chest as carefully as he could manage and held her there, her warmth seeping into him and continuing to thaw the coldness it found inside as he drifted off to sleep.

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 7

a/n: I’m glad so many people are enjoying this little story. It seems to have a life of its own in my brain.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1500 ish

Summary: You meet the rest of the Dagger Squad.

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The feel of lips on your shoulder wakes you. You go to roll over but find you are held tight in Jake’s arms. He is a solid weight behind you and has even tangled his legs with yours so you can’t move your legs. “Jake?”

“I told you I would have a better way of waking you if I was here,” Jake's voice is raspy with sleep and you can feel goosebumps rising as he returns to kissing the soft skin of your shoulder.

“You feared me hitting you with a pillow when you woke me so much you pinned me down?” When your half hearted attempt to pull your hand out of his fails you relax back into his embrace.

“No, that's just a bonus.” He gives you a peck on the cheek while he relaxes his hold on you. “You move in your sleep lots and I kept getting hit with elbows and knees.” You carefully roll over so you are facing him. “See, in your sleep you are not that careful when you roll,” he is grinning. “I think I have bruises.”

“You could have just moved away.” You think of Ian and how he would always make a point to say he had to move away from you while you slept. 

“I’d rather be close to you.” Jake’s eyes move around your face and you blush. You lean forward and give him a soft kiss on the lips before getting out of bed.

“I’m going to shower and then we can make breakfast,” you tell him stretching. His eyes light up as they follow your body as you arch your back.

“Do you want company in there?” Jake's eyes meet yours and he waggles his eyebrows. You grab your pillow and hit him in the face with it in reply. His laughter follows you into the bathroom as you close the door. 

After your shower you wander into the kitchen and find Jake, dressed in yesterday's clothes, flipping pancakes. “You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him as you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. 

He turns and gives you a kiss on the head. “I needed something to do when you wouldn't let me wash your back.” 

“Yeah,” you roll your eyes, “because that's what you wanted to do in there.” 

”You are prone to such indecent thoughts,” he grins down at you before giving you a peck on the lips. “I like it.”

When the pancakes are eaten the two of you clean the kitchen together. It takes longer than it should because Jake keeps pulling you into his arms for a hug or a kiss any time you are in arm's reach of him. When Jake finally has to leave he pulls you into his arms for a final kiss goodbye. 

“Are we still on for later this afternoon?” He asks, referring to a barbeque being hosted by Maverick. You nod and he sneaks another kiss. “I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. I’ll pick you up at 2:00.”

You wave to Jake as he drives away and bite your lip. You are nervous to meet his coworkers. You haven't hung out with a group of people in over a year and you have also never had to meet the friends of a significant other before. 

Jake will sometimes talk about his coworkers, but with everyone having a call sign as well as a first and last name you have a hard time keeping them straight in your head. You hope putting names to faces will help.

…

Hours later Jake places his hand on your lower back in reassurance, when he notices your nervous energy. “Don’t worry,” he whispers as you walk through the gate into Maverick’s backyard. “They’ll love you.” You smile back wanly and nod, taking a deep breath. 

Jake introduces you to Maverick and Penny first. “So you found her,” Penny laughs at Jake. “You know he bribed me to call him if you ever came back to the Hard Deck?” She tells you, “He offered to buy the bar a round if I called.”

“I did not know that,” you say, turning to Jake and watching the faint hint of a blush on his cheeks. “But it doesn’t surprise me.”

“He also tried to convince me to remove In the Navy from the jukebox,” she grins, “I refused so you can play it for him again when he needs it.” 

“Don’t give her ideas,” Jake says, pulling you away as you laugh, “she doesn't need any help.” 

The next half hour is a rush of names and faces as Jake introduces you to everyone. You soon find yourself a spectator of an argument over who is the best pilot. Jake and Bradley are arguing using terms that you are unfamiliar with and you watch with wide eyed confusion, eyes flitting between the two. 

“Why don’t we just vote,” Natasha suggests with a roll of her eyes. 

“No, it’s not a popularity contest.” Jake insists. “Quantitatively I’m better.” 

Bob turns to you. “Who do you think is the better pilot?” he asks you.

Your eyes go even wider. “I don’t know,” you answer, surprised at being brought into the conversation.

“Well that’s not fair,” Bradley pouts, “She will never pick me.” crossing his arms. 

Natasha grins at you, “Come on, who do you think needs the ego boost out of these two?” She motions to the two men now looking at you. 

You laugh, “probably neither of them.” 

“Yeah but one of us is better,” Jake insists, putting his arm around your waist with a cocky grin. “Come on Kisses, who's your favorite pilot?”

You look into Jake's eyes and can see the exact moment he realizes you are not going to give the answer he wants and he sighs and rests his head on your shoulder. 

“Snoopy.” Jake bursts out laughing at your response.

“Who the hell’s call sign is Snoopy?” Bradley asks in confusion.

“Charlie Brown's dog,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “He flies a Sopwith Camel and is a World War I Flying Ace.”

Bradley blinks at you in consternation. “You can't pick a cartoon dog,” he insists, “what did you even base that decision off of?”

“He’s the cutest,” you tell him grinning. “Jake is second cutest.” 

“I’m not entertaining this,” Bradley sighs in defeat as he walks away. Jake grins down at you. 

“I have no problem being second to Snoopy," he tells you. Walking you over to some chairs before leaving to get some drinks. 

Javy walks over and sits next to you. “We were all relieved when he found you.” Javy chuckles at your startled face. “Jake is about as subtle as a brick through a window when he likes someone.” 

“He talks about me?” The thought gives you a warm feeling inside and you can't help the grin on your face.

“Incessantly.” Javy says with an eye roll. “He is much less mopey since he found you. He’s crazy about you.” 

“Yeah, I kinda get that feeling too,” you say watching Jake walk back to you with a big smile and two drinks in his hands. 

“I know Jake better than anyone, he’s my best friend,” Javy says, turning your attention back to him. “If you are not in it for the long hall you are going to break his heart.” 

“I don’t want to break his heart,” you answer in a whisper.

“Just make sure you and he both know where you stand,” Javy replies before getting up. “Here, Jake, take my seat I’m going to bug Phoenix.”��

Jake hands you your drink before sitting down. “That conversation looked serious.” 

“He was telling me all your secrets,” you joke back.

Jake groans, “Don’t say that, Javy knows my secrets.”

When the fire is lit in the evening you find yourself curled in Jake's lap with his arms around you so everyone around the fire can have a chair. Everyone is laughing at you over how you had no idea the Navy had pilots when you met Jake.

“I didn't live near a base before!” you insist. “And the only other person who mentioned Navy Pilots to me was a four year old boy who wanted to be one when he grew up and I just assumed he was mistaken.”

“Imaginary kitten boy?” Jake asks.

“No, Wears his shoes on the wrong feet and stumbles into everything boy,” you reply. “He is not a child that inspires any confidence that he knows what he is talking about.”

“No kid that age knows what they’re talking about,” Maverick pipes up from across the fire. “Bradley’s dream was to be a firetruck when he was about the same age.” 

“You know what,” Bradley says over all the laughter, “I stand by that dream.”

[paraliveimaginesblog]

could you pls do no. 44 with kanata? thank you 💕

Kanata Yatonokami:

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

The dark made it easier.

Kanata had been the one to suggest it which would endlessly surprise you, as you never thought he’d stay over night like this in the first place. And to think he was fine with sharing your bed when you had suspected he’d just take the couch… your getting injured must have bothered him more than you suspected. You had overheard his phone call with Nayuta too, who told him to stop worrying over stupid shit and just spend the night with honest intentions, but you didn’t entirely understand that part.

Must just be a twin thing.

The bed is even more comfortable with him in it, Kanata slipping under the covers like it was a daily routine. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of this being your first night spent in bed together, but there was a slight damper on the mood purely because of the circumstances surrounding why he was here to begin with.

“You never should’ve gotten hurt.” The ‘because of me’ was heavily implied from the pain in his voice, the way the blanket shifted as he moved further away from you. You reached out to stop him, fingers tightly wrapping themselves in the smooth material of his shirt; you winced in pain as your bruised ribs did not appreciate the sudden movement. You heard Kanata’s own sharp inhale, reacting to your pain, slowly rolling back to his side so your arm didn’t stretch beyond its limit.

“I’m okay!”

“Stop sayin’ that when I can hear you’re not,” Kanata hissed back, not wanting you to spare his feelings. His own stupidity had gotten you into a fight, and he should feel sorry for it.

“Okay, so I’m in a little bit of pain, but I don’t blame you. And it’s really pissing me off that you’re pulling away when I already said I forgive you.”

“I’m right here.” He lingered closer, and while it was hard to make out his face, you could feel how much distance had been closed between you. The conversation had died out but neither one of you moved, the silence ticking on so long you almost wondered if he had fallen asleep. He did not, because Nayuta’s use of ‘innocent, honest’ intentions echoed through his head. He had only planned to sleep on the couch, yet when you put up the offer to sleep in the bed together he couldn’t deny it. His mind wasn’t in the gutter yet but with how close you were, how you still hadn’t let him go, how he can smell your body wash that lingered on your skin, it was getting to him.

Kanata’s next move is, again, smothered in innocent intentions even if the location may bring that under review. Kissing was an inherently intimate thing to do, but to kiss while in thin, easily removable clothing, while in bed, just added to the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he deserved to kiss you after tonight, but you didn’t allow him to linger on that.

Your noses brushed thanks to Kanata, yet he wasn’t closing the gap quick enough. Perhaps he reached the end of his willpower, or he was filling himself with useless thoughts of doubt, but you could only wait so long. Your kiss is fast, too quick for him to truly appreciate, but it kicked his brain back into gear. The second kiss is led by him, still wary, gentle, like Kanata was holding himself back on purpose. You wanted to knock some sense into him but it seemed he was using his brain again, the kisses growing more confident.

You have no doubt something more would’ve happened if you weren’t covered in bruises, Kanata finding the self control to pull away, albeit very slowly. There was another silence but a much more comfortable one, where you both enjoyed the comfort of the other's warm body before slipping into a restful slumber.

[somber-sapphic]

A Little Less Wisdom PT. 2

〖Notes: Here you are @darkstar225! Took me long enough, sorry about that. I'm also sorry it's so short :/ Minor TW for blood.〗

〖Summary: The sequel to A Little Less Wisdom〗

〖Word Count: 750ish〗

〖Pairing: Wandanat x Sick Reader〗

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You whined softly and pulled your heavy eyelids open to blink at your surroundings. Every limb was heavy, and your mouth felt dry, and you were absolutely exhausted. Your brain was moving slower than it should be, still foggy from the anesthesia. All that you were certain of was that you were lying on something comfortable and there was soft music playing in the background.

“Look who’s back.” A quiet voice said, and you felt a hand in your hair. You made a soft sound in the back of your throat and whined, utterly confused. You were comfortable, but still sitting up, some sort of chair that you didn’t quite remember owning. And your mouth felt wrong, you weren’t really sure why it felt so wrong, but it did. Your face was numb in a way that you very much did not like.

“What…” You sort of trailed off, unsure what exactly you should say after that. The anxiety that came before the surgery was sharp in your mind, but you were struggling to recall what had happened after. Judging by the look on your blurry girlfriend’s face it had been something weird.

“How do you feel?” That voice came from across the room, it belonged to Natasha who was sitting cross legged on the end of the couch, a book propped up on her knees. You tried to smile, but half of your face was a little droopy, so it probably looked ridiculous.

“M’okay. What time s’it?” You slurred, leaning your head against Natasha’s shoulder. Your mouth was starting to ache as the pain medication wore off and you really weren’t looking forward to the healing time.

“Its um…3pm. You’ve been asleep for a while.” Wanda replied, shutting her book as she smiled over at you. You grunted in response and lifted a hand to your cheek, prodding it slightly to see if you could feel anything. Your face was numb, but your jaw hurt.

“If you take the gauze out, we can get you something for the pain.” Natasha prompted, nudging your arm gently. Your movements were sluggish, but you did as she told you and removed the gauze from your mouth, refusing to look at it. Then you would think about what the inside of your mouth might look like and that freaked you out a bit.

Wanda stepped forward out of seemingly nowhere and used her magic to float the bloody cotton into the trashcan, not wanting to touch it. You didn’t even want to touch it and it was your blood.

Natasha helped you sit up properly and poured two pills into your hand, holding a glass of your favorite juice for when you were ready to take the medication. You placed the ibuprofen in your mouth and took a hesitant sip of the juice, wrinkling your nose at the way it felt to have the liquid in your mouth. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable.

You whined again and put your head back on the redhead’s shoulder, too tired to make much conversation. She chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head, pulling the blanket that had slipped off of you back around your torso.

“What’s up babygirl?” Wanda asked, slipping into the narrow space between you and the armrest. She nestled her head in the spot between your neck and shoulder and began to kiss your collarbone, a little smile on her lips.

“M’sleepy.” You complained, resigning yourself to the attention you were bound to get. For the first time that you could remember, it was welcomed. You never loved the attention they would give you, sometimes it was annoying, but now you wanted to be coddled.

“Okay bubs, why don’t we throw a movie on and you can take a nap?” Natasha was teasing you a little bit, but you adored it. You let yourself smile (which felt weird) and nestled comfortably in between the women you loved, closing your eyes as they quietly argued over what to watch.

You fell asleep to their soft bickering, Wanda insisting on a romantic comedy while Natasha wanted a “lowkey action movie”. What a lowkey action movie was you weren’t entirely sure, but your witch insisted that whatever it was, it was not conducive to your healing.

You were so lucky to have these two goofballs in your life, you didn’t even mind the quiet squabbles. You later woke to both of them asleep, 50 First Dates wrapping up on the television. Wanda must’ve won. You weren’t mad about it.

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'cause lately i've been feeling kinda lonely

Summary: The Avengers make the perfect family, they’re kind to you and never do you wrong. But sometimes it’s just not right.

Pairing: Avengers Team & Reader. Mainly Natasha Romanoff & Reader (could be romantic, platonic, or familial tbh, they’re just close)

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: Angst, but also hurt/comfort. Feeling out of place/isolated in a group.

A/N: My brain was having Sad Thoughts™️ which somehow gave me the ability to write this on my phone in under an hour, and it has not been proofread since lol. Hope you enjoy! :)

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It was unbearable, but also fine. Too loud, but no-one was shouting. Everything was wrong but nothing was.

You couldn't explain it; you couldn't even understand it yourself. It was all going wrong, and yet you didn't even know what 'it' was.

The family meal was a disaster, but it was the happiest you'd ever seen them.

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For you, it felt like nothing could go right. The conversations were too fast, too free-flowing; you couldn't get a word in before someone else would speak up with a smile, seamlessly drawing attention to their own story, and unknowingly diverting it away from your contribution, with no way back.

Amongst the team's laughs, you felt like you were drowning. Amongst the team's smiles, your face was vacant, but they didn't notice.

You smiled at the right times, you could take that cue at least, and that would put their minds at ease whenever they caught your eye.

For all turbulent thoughts inside of you, it felt like your body should be constricting. You expected your heart to feel like it's bursting, or your breathing to become staccato. But it wasn't, you were fine; according to your body it was all okay, it was only in your head where you thought otherwise.

You could force your heart to react, and with a thought, the sharp breaths could return, but what was the point? They didn't need to see that, and if your body wasn't doing it on its own, then why would you even think of forcing it? You were clearly fine.

"What's going on up there?" Natasha asked of you. Her brows furrowed despite the hint of a smile on her face; she'd noticed your silence. You loved that she'd noticed your silence. 

"They're probably thinking of work, as usual," Clint intruded before you could answer. He laughed, and you did too for a bit. You laughed and smiled and nodded at Nat just long enough to reassure her Clint was correct, you were thinking of work of course, not your feelings of disconnect. The others took Clint's statement and ran, adding more onto it until you were no longer the subject.

You still couldn't make yourself heard.

As the amiability continued long into the night, you grew bored of your place as a silent spectator. The dinner was done, so you wordlessly collected everyone's dishes; echoes of "thank you" and "I'll help" pursued you, but you shrugged them all off.

You smiled again, cringing at the artificiality of the expression, and told them to keep talking; you were happy to deal with this.

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Clanging of plates and cutlery rang unpleasantly in your ears, and yet, compared to their voices, it was an improvement.

You controlled this noise. You made this noise. And you did it at your own pace.

In between the clatter was blissful silence, the voices of your teammates reduced to murmurs, if anything. You revelled in it, breathing deeply to help yourself relax.

Then a loud laugh met you again. Thor's was distinctive, loudest, but you heard every one of your co-workers, out there laughing without your contribution. Yes you had chosen to do the dishes, and told them to keep talking, but it was like your removal changed nothing. Unless you went back out, then for the rest of the night, nobody would even think of you.

With renewed vigour, you loaded the dirty utensils into the machine as fast as you could, before slamming the door shut.

That was your work done, and the dinner over for you. Finally, you could retreat deeper into the compound and lock yourself in your room, putting your headphones in immediately.

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You don't know how long you were like that, staring into nothingness from the centre of your bed, hardly even noticing the music in your ears, but the stars were bright outside your window when Natasha knocked on your door.

Moving slowly, you pulled the speaker out of one ear, and gave some verbal sound to call her in.

Natasha opened the door cautiously. She stuck her head in before her body followed. You shuffled over on the bed and allowed her to perch on the edge, she sat silently at first, but her torso twisted to watch you.

"Are you okay?" she started. It was the same care she showed before, the kind that did provoke a physical reaction, the kind that pricked your eyes with tears and burned your heart with love. Unlike before, however, she didn't smile. She didn't want you to shrug it off like before, and she wouldn't let anyone else but you answer the question that only you could answer. 

"Of course," came your answer, a friendly smile and a nod accompanying it, but your efforts to be convincing did not fool the spy. She shuffled closer.

"You hardly spoke all through dinner-"

"Had nothing to say," you interjected,

"and you didn't stop Clint from interrupting last time I asked you."

"Clint likes to talk, I don't think I could stop him"

"Well he's not here now, so will you please tell me the truth?"

You contemplated lying again and saying you were fine. But your body WAS acting fine, so would it really be a lie? You could tell her that as a truth and whole-heartedly believe it, but this was Natasha. You hated having to say it, but she already knew the answer your heart wanted to give, she saw through your dull expression into the exhaustion and the cry for help. She saw what you needed, and she was here to ensure you asked for it.

"I don't know if I'm okay," you confessed at last.

She stayed quiet, giving you time to find the words you need.

"I can't- I don't know what it is. I was smiling genuinely for most of it, I promise, I like seeing everyone happy and getting along well and having such casual conversations... but I can't make myself feel included in it. I don't know where to interject in conversations, I feel my contributions lead nowhere, I- I just-" you stuttered again and Natasha laid a hand on your knee, silently encouraging you to take the time to untangle your mind.

"I feel so quiet. It makes everything else feel loud... There's too much in my head." Tears fell at that point, and you curled up tighter to sob into Natasha's side.

The Widow said nothing, but she wrapped her arms around you and held you closer. She'd work out how to help you another time, but for now? this was all you needed.

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[majorproblems77]

Taken by nightmares

TW - nightmares, Cia being creepy, warriors gets bullied by his own brain 101, warriors get his soul stolen (in the dream F), Sky gets a little present, but its not pleasant, blood

Running running running

He was running out of time

Time ticked forward. The flames rose higher. The pain in his soul turned sickly.

"LINK!"

Turning around he found a monstrous beast.

Ganondorf.

The glow of the stolen fragments of the triforce shone from his head as the beast stomped forward. But he felt frozen in place.

Impa lay still on the ground nearby. He was too late to save her.

He raised the master sword in front of him, her glow reflecting in the beast's eyes. A final light in the darkness that was consuming the world around them as it fell away in pieces. The screams of his fellow soldiers echoed through the abyss as the wind picked up into a torrent of pain and destruction.

"You have failed."

A sickening voice echoed from behind him. Female....

Cia...

Unable to move he found hands tracing up his arms as nails dug into his flesh. slow steady footsteps filled his ears as she came into view. Her eyes glowed crimson as she tilted her head and smiled.

"You caused this pain." she smiled. Plaicing a hand to his chin as she drew herself into his face. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears. "You should have given yourself to me. It would have made this so much easier..."

He couldn't speak. He couldn't get away.

Trapped.

Alone.

"My chosen one, my perfect soul. Give yourself to me."

He struggled, he cried, but no noise came out.

Let me go! Let me go!

"Your gods can't hear you now..." She giggled, as she took a step back from him, "By my guiding hand, you are mine to the end!" Turning to him she raised her staff, a dark red mist emanating from its gemstone. Stretching across from her and ensnaring him in its grip.

Gold light begain to stretch across his body, "I will manipulate you into my image. And together my hero we shall rule this world."

Nonononononononononono

Let him go!

"..nk"

He could feel his very essence being drawn from him as the darkness began to seep into his bones.

"....ink..."

Just another sacrifice for her war.

Just another one converted to her perfected image...

"LINK!"

Bolting upright the first thing he did was grab the thing in front of him. Turning it around as a scream of pain left it. Green and red filled his vision as gold joined it.

"Link it's okay!"

"NO! NO I WONT BE A PUPPET! I WON'T BE PART OF YOUR PERFECT IMAGE!" He gripped tighter. forcing the object into the green fabric. Another sound reached his ears. Another yell. More pain more suffering.

"Sky can you get free?"

Sky?

"No."

Sky? Sky... Sky...

The next thing he registered was a knife in his hands. A blade pressed against skin. Panicked voices.

"Step back. You're scaring him." A calm voice, unwavering and unafraid.

Who were they ? They wanted to kill him. They were going to kill him or take him to Cia or or or...

"Link. It's okay. The threat has passed." He pushed the steel against the man's neck. "Put the knife down. No one is going to hurt you."

Dusty blond hair filled his vision. As he registered the wrist in his hand roll slightly.

"Who do you work for?" His voice was low, and the knife pressed tightly against his neck. "You have five seconds."

"I work for Hylia. My name is Link. Like yours. I'm a hero from an age before yours." The man spoke plainly and slowly.

Other Links? Other Links...

the chain...

He moved the knife away slowly but The man did not relax. "Put the knife down, captain. It's okay..."

"Its okay... ITs okay.... Its okay..." Slowly repeating it to himself he moved the blade ever so slowly away from his neck. Watching for sudden movements.

The shift of grass from a boot...

On instinct, he turned the blade and stabbed quickly. Finding his blade stopped short of the man's neck by his own arm. Which was now dripping crimson red blood.

Pushing the man to the ground he jumped on top of him, removing the blade from his arm and trying to space it into the neck where it would be safest.

If they can't talk they can't tell. If they can't tell they can't find you.

The man below him pushed away at his arms, pain ghosted his features as he found leverage and twisted his body sending him to the ground. The man above him pinned him down, his arms placed above his head as he felt something heavy collapse across his legs.

"Warriors! It's me! Sky!" The piercing blue eyes looked down at him.

Sky... Sky....

Sky!

He let out a gasp before looking towards the skyloftian again. "Sky?"

"Yep. Thats me. You back?"

Everything came rushing back to him. He'd attacked Sky. He'd almost killed him.

Dear hylia....

"Sky?"

"You had a bad dream, that knocked your senses for a bit." The skyloftian smiled. and offered him a hand.

He offered him a hand?!

His eyes fixed to the skyloftians bracer where blood pooled around some damage. He didn't say anymore. Turning away. "I'm sorry..."

He felt a pat on his shoulder. "I'm okay." You could hear the grimace in his voice. Trying to hide the pain. "Get some rest, we can talk in the morning."

Why would he want to talk to him in the morning?

"I almost killed you!" He spoke to the air. His voice filled with shock as a hand raised to his lips.

"You were taken by a nightmare. That is not your doing." Sky's voice was unwavering and calm.

How could he be so calm at a time like this?

"I...." He tried again.

"No. Get some rest. We will talk in the morning."

Curling up on his side he spoke no more, but he would not sleep either. The threat of nightmares returning too close for comfort.

[fanficonly]

Wenclair X Reader - What Are You?- Part 4

Finally!!! I've finally written something!Cannot explain how my brain has not been cooperating with me writing lately.I guess this is kind of a filler chapter to keep you guessing so for now enjoy the Wenclair.

But here we are part 4 we made it hope y'all enjoy reading😋

"God! What is she?! Who was that?! This is insane there is virtually no information about this girl anywhere! Like what is she? An alien!" The voice rang throughout the large dorm room on what felt like a continuous loop to the Addams Girl.

Wednesday and Enid had been delving into the limited information about Y/N for almost an hour now and Enid was getting more and more frustrated by the second.

"Enid Dear Calm Down" Wednesday spoke lightly still staring at thier virtually blank notice board, showing her own irritation in a much more serene way.

"Do not tell me to calm down Wednesday! This girl is worse than you! Atleast your family were known and the people from your old school tweeted about the horrors you got up to" she huffs, finally putting her pacing to a stop and placing her hands on her hips to stare at Wednesday's side profile.

"You're stalking abilities are incredible Mon Amore" Wednesday admired, flicking her eyes towards the blonde for a moment of appreciation "I'm still incredibly flattered that you took so much interest in me the first day we met" She spoke trailing her eyes back to the 3 pieces of paper on the board.

"I know baby it's one of my best talents" she smiles half heartedly still a little annoyed that they hadn't progressed in thier investigation. "Soooo what do we have?" She asks, noticing that Wednesday's eyes were still fixated on their murder board, secretly hoping she had noticed something she herself had not

"Enid you have asked me this 5 times in the last 20 minutes the answer still remains the same" Wednesday replies bluntly.

"I don't accept 'Nothing' as an answer Wens, it's literally impossible not to have a digital footprint in this day and age!" She resumes her yelling and Wednesday shakes her head lightly. She strains her eyes on the board as if staring at it long enough would cause it to spontaneously change into something of importance. But after a few seconds ...still nothing

"So you have stated the last 5 times I've answered you but there is nothing more we can do with-" Wednesday rests her eyes, finally looking away from thier poor attempt at investigating and back to Enid. This was almost embarrassing for the usually successful couple.

"Nothing more we can do?!" She practically screeches, cutting her off "Where's the Wednesday Addams I know! Where is my favourite ruthless little detective!" She grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her girlfriend frantically, worried she was broken or something.

"You did not let me finish Enid" she purses her lips, placing both her hands onto Enid's wrists to settle her. "Also... I will allow the referring to me as 'little' slide because I am aware you extremely distressed right now but don't let it happen again otherwise I will not be responsible for my actions" she throws the empty threat at her girlfriend who settles and smirks in response.

"Ooo I love it when you threaten me with a good time" Enid gives her a flirty wink. Wednesday is unable to hide the affect this has on her, biting the inside of her cheeks to subdue the smile that forced its way onto her face.

"You are so violently adorable and crude Cucciola" she slides her hands up to caress her cheeks and pulls her closer lightly. She leans in agonisingly slow, causing Enid to freeze where she stood still hopelessly submissive to Wednesday's charms. Her breath catches as she feels the first inkling of thier lips connecting and then...

"But we need to focus Cara Mia" she whispers against Enid's awaiting lips, denying her the connection she shamelessly yearned for.

As she began to turn away and remove herself in order to get back to work, she stopped. This action had earned Wednesday a whine from the blonde, who's claws had retracted after such an intense rush of emotions had befallen the wolf.

"Hmm" Wednesday teased but could barely finish the amused sound before Enid grabbed her quickly to finish what the other girl had started. The Darker Haired girl allows her a peck but Enid's grip only tightened. So then a lingering kiss was granted, only a few seconds long, but she didn't shy away from pulling her in for one swift and passionate kiss and pulling away. Enid loosened her grip a satisfied smile appearing across her once captivated lips.

"Okay okay ... Finish" she removed her hands from Wednesdays shoulders then waited patiently for her to continue.

"Enid, where would you go for information you are unable to obtain from the general public" she chose to take a page from the philosopher Socrates. She didn't usually subscribe to the idea that all beings however intellectual contain more knowledge than they are aware of. And with the right amount of questioning and motivation the answers can be dragged from even the dumbest of brains, not that Enid was in this category at all. But she did enjoy experimentation with the idea

"Uhhhh" Enid looked up, thinking

"A place with privileged information" she urged again. Enid just responded with a furrowed brow and bit her lip. "Information that cannot be found in any public library or on the internet and where all beings natural and supernatural are written abo-"

"Oh my god the Nightshades library!" She beamed "Of course Let's go!" She urged, promptly grabbing her Girlfriend's hand and running for the door

...

Upon reaching the library both girls got to work spending an alarming amount of time combing through various books on different creatures,the history of Nevermore, founding families and basically scanning through all books that mentioned anything close to what they had experienced.

"Oh OH! What was her last name? Could this be her descendant!" Enid excitedly proclaimed, pointing to a picture on the tattered page of an old brown book she had been reading. Wednesday swiftly made her way to Enid's side and looked at the page.

"Enid" Wednesday had to fight the urge to face palm at her beautifully foolish other half. "That looks nothing like her and it says the woman in the photo is a scales" Wednesday pointed to the small writing explaining the photo beneath it. Enid just squinted at the page "I don't think we were told her last name... That's troubling I'm usually more perceptive than this" Wednesday suddenly thought aloud.

"You were probably too busy being impressed by her to pay attention to detail" Enid mumbled scanning the page again.

"That's not..." Wednesday's word trailed off "Am I detecting Jealousy?" a glint of something devious could easily be seen in Wednesday's usually cold, dead eyes.

"No of course not" she gave her a "pfft" for good measure and shrugged

"Because if my memory is accurate YOU seemed rather impressed by her, you even giggled like a little school girl whenever she made a joke" Wednesday spoke a matter of factly.

"Of course I was impressed by her she reminded me a little of you" Enid smiled remembering thier first encounter fondly.

"You are not serious?" Wednesday was lightly offended. Not from being told she was like Y/N but because she was one of a kind. Not a soul like Wednesday Addams herself and she knew this, regardless of whether she cared or not.

"I'm very serious" her mouth said this but the wink that followed showed Wednesday that her girlfriend wasn't threatened or jealous but just more playful with the idea of liking somebody else.

"For one she smiles, secondly she-she hurt you I would never and- and- " Wednesday grew quiet, stuttering threw her off, she wasn't used to not being sure of how to respond. Normally she was able to assemble an obscene list of things that were wrong with any individual within minutes of meeting them. So why now was she struggling to find anything wrong with the new stranger that had entered thier lives without permission.

"HA I knew it!" Enid accused "Wednesday Addams. Has your distaste for almost every person on the planet finally started to dissolve" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I assure you my distaste for the human race has not faltered or deteriorated in any way" Wednesday rebutted.

'Mmhmm sure Babe keep telling yourself that" Enid closed the book and threw it onto a side table, amused by her Girlfriend

"Can we please focus on the task at hand Mi amore" the shorter girl asked but it felt more like an order.

"Sorry should I stop talking about how she's really pretty and talented at a lot of things and speaks a second language aaaaannd she's a hella mysterious" she teased Wednesday "I mean look at us" she gestured between them both "We've been looking into her for ages and found Squat!" Enid was finally finding an up side to thier little adventure, this was kind of fun to play around with.

"Fine. I admit she does interest me but I could never devote myself to another the way I do with you Cara Mia, you are my Soulmate" Wednesday spoke as if she had just told Enid something mundane. She seemed painfully oblivious to her own ability to sound like a devoted poet whenever gushing over Enid.

Enid smiled widely before saying "You can have more than one soulmate by the way" casually.

"Enid we have known this girl for all of 5 seconds and you're already considering polyamory as your next path, maybe I should be jealous" Wednesday blinked and looked at her Girlfriend quizzically

"Not if you're also considering it" she giggled and Wednesday gave her a small smile. She didn't know what she was feeling. In fact so much had happened in such a short amount of time it felt reckless to suggest anything before gathering more information and allowing herself time to actually think about this

"It's not uncommon among my family so it wouldn't completely surprise me" Wednesday decided but nonetheless she still grasped Enid's chin delicately and spoke again "But right now you are my one and only Cara Mia" kissing her slowly then parted from her lips to continue searching.

Enid blinked a few times, feeling rather dazed due to being blindsided by her Girlfriend's intoxicating aura. Once regaining composure , she smiled again and skipped towards Wednesday to hug her from behind and continue to help with the search.

...

Eventually both girls became tired and agreed after still getting nowhere they would retreat to eat as Enid was becoming rather groggy and irritable. She hadn't been fed since this morning and with all this drama she had worked up quite the appetite. So off they travelled in search of food and the comfort of thier shared room.