#so this is the culprit. how was i supposed to not feel the change in atmosphere ???

[beneaththebloodylake]

the funny thing is that ace attorney actually already has like at least 5 fake americans who like to say they are but theyre actually japanese and pretty clearly bad at being american

[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[miniwheat77]

Alone with you. (141 x Reader.)

!smut, p in v sex, double penetration, gang bang, overstimulation, non con, proceed with caution, NO MINORS!

This was supposed to be my bday fic but I’ve had writers block, hope you enjoy!

"So this is the culprit hm?" Laswell lifts up the bottle of pheromone perfume.

"Looks like it." You mumble. "Wonder how good it actually works. Might spice up my sex life." You joke. Soap laughs. "What sex life?" he snorts. Seeing Laswell roll her eyes at the both of you. "Exactly my point. Asshole." You mumble under your breath.

When Soap leaves the room, Laswell smirks at you. "I'm sure in super small doses it couldn't hurt." She winks. You catch the tiny vial in your hand that she had just thrown at you. You smile at her. "And that's why you're my favorite, Laswell." You laugh, following her out of her office. Tucking the vial into your back pocket. "Alright. I'm heading out. Graves said he has some leads in North America so I'll be over there for a couple weeks. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone." She smiles. "No promises. As always, safe travels Laswell. Ring when you get to where you're going." You call to her. She nods her head, waving at you. You disappear down the corridor, going to your room.

———

Later that same night, you make your way into the mess hall, cup in hand. It's got water in it. You haven't had the chance to eat yet. You sit down for just a second and a gasp leaves your lips when you hear a small pop come from your back pocket. "Shit." You mumble. You hear the others coming and choose to stay put, only turning to look at your backside when they're distracted. You notice that there's no liquid anymore. Had it absorbed that quickly?

You quickly head back to your room, trying to clean all of the glass out of your pocket. You change into some other leggings that you have since it's almost time for bed anyway it's not like anyone will care.

You make your way back out into the mess hall and take your seat once more. Seeing that Soap has set up across from you at the table. It's silent for the most part, until Soap starts to shuffle awkwardly. He clears his throat a couple of times, finally looking up at you. Only now does he suddenly feel very attracted to you. He was before of course but now, something is different. He clears his throat again and adjusts the way he's sitting. You glance around the room to see each of them stealing glances at you.

Is it the pheromone perfume doing this?

No… it couldn’t be. It was only a tiny vial.

You stand up to get rid of your tray and move to sit back down. “Y/N. Can I speak with you?” Your Captain grasps your attention. You nod your head, following him out to the hallways. “Did Laswell give you the pheromone perfume?” He crosses his arms. “Yeah, I was supposed to throw it away for her but I forgot about it and it broke open in my pocket.” He shakes his head. “Listen, the scent you’re giving off is way too much. Go lock yourself in your room and stay there until it’s worn off.” He finishes his sentence and then grits his teeth, like he’s holding something back. “Go on.” He breathes. You can’t help but notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. You nod your head. As you start walking down the corridor, you hear him.

“No, Johnny wait!” You turn back to see Soap trying to push passed him. Very clearly trying to get to you.

You hurry down the hallway and open the door to your room, closing the door behind you. “Jesus fuck.” You mumble to yourself. Is this stuff really this strong?

You take a deep breath, sitting at the edge of your bed.

For a couple hours, you hear nothing but silence. And it’s a bit deafening. It’s eerie like there’s something off. You lay down, trying to distract yourself but you end up falling asleep.

In your sleep, you feel someone moving next to you, dipping the edge of your bed down. You stir awake when you feel their hands on you. When you realize what’s going on, that someone is actually touching you, your eyes open completely. You jump away from them, seeing that it’s Soap. But he’s not there right now. His eyes are dark. “Johnny… what are you doing?” You breathe. “You smell so good lass. Can smell how fucking bad you want this…” he smirks. He moves off of your bed, circling around it to try to corner you. You make a split second decision and bolt for the door, sprinting down the hallway. You can hear his heavy footsteps chasing after you. You turn the corner, eyes widening and your feet skidding to a stop as you see your Captain and Gaz. They’re both standing there. Clearly blocking you from going this direction. “Nowhere to run, darling.” Gaz smirks. You breathe out.

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

Soap closes in behind you, they make slow steps toward you.

You take off through the mess hall. Seeing a window that opens and hurrying up to it, you pry it open and climb through it. Sliding out of their grasp just barely. You take off running, seeing the watch tower. Perfect.

You make your way up, slowly and quietly. You don’t know if they’re on watch since they’re not thinking right.

You move up inside, closing the door behind you. Breathing. You dig your phone out of your pocket, dialing Laswell immediately. “Y/N, I haven’t got to base just yet, I’m driving.” She mumbles. “I know- it’s not that.” You breathe, hands shaking. “The vial you gave me broke open in my pocket and my body absorbed all of it, now I’m in a freaking wild goose chase Laswell.” You pant. “What? It’s that bad?” She asks. “Yes! They’re like.. freaking zombies Laswell. They’re not even there.” You breathe. “You’ll just have to wait it out Y/N.” She mumbles. “Yeah.. Yeah I know.” You mumble. “Thanks Laswell.” You sigh.

You hear creaking, fear coursing through you. Just as you turn to look at the door, a hand snakes its way around your waist, tugging you into them, another hand clamping around your mouth. “Gotcha.” He whispers. His voice is deep and it comes out almost as a growl.

It’s Ghost.

He moves his other hand from your waist and grasps your phone, pressing the button to hang up. Lowering the phone down onto the countertop. “Didn’t lock the door sweetheart. Almost like you wanted this to happen hm?” He breathes, his warm breath right over your ear. “You know we’re not gonna hurt ya.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “Ghost, please-“ you whine. “You smell so good. Drives me crazy. I almost didn’t want to tell them you were up here.” He chuckles. Your eyes widen.

Just then, you can hear multiple footsteps coming up the metal staircase. Like everything is deafened around you and that’s all you can hear.

What are they going to do to you?

Ghost spins you around. You see the other three creeping into the room, Soap makes sure to lock the door behind himself. “Nowhere to run now, Dove. It’s just you and us now.” Gaz mumbles, stepping closer. You step back. But know it’s no use. You’re stuck, and whatever is going to happen, it’s happening now. “What are you going to do?” You swallow hard. Johnny chuckles. “Nothing you won’t like, darling. How about we get these clothes off of you, hm?”

“I- I don’t-“

“That wasn’t a question. It was an order.” Captain Price’s voice booms in your ears. His sternness always was intimidating. “Y-yes sir.” You breathe. You hope that as you reach for the hem of your shirt, they’ll start laughing. That this will be some kind of sick joke. But they don’t.

You tug your shirt over your head. Breathing out. You clench your eyes shut as they reach for their belts. Still dressed in their military uniforms. “Y/N. Look at me.” You tilt your head up, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you look at Johnny. “Nothing to be scared about. Just relax.” He chuckles. You nod your head. He reaches out, grasping hold of your upper arm and pulling you into him with ease. How easy it is for him to move you makes you realize just how powerful these men are. He forces you up against the small table in the watch tower. It’s old and you’re not sure if it’ll hold you.

You swallow hard, wincing as the table begins to dig into your pelvis. He makes you rest your hands on it. “Be a good girl.” He breathes. His voice sends chills down your spine. He reaches for your pants, tugging them down your legs. He holds them down with his foot, having you step out of them. “Good girl. Now listen.” He breathes. He raises his hands up, unclasping your bra and letting it fall over your shoulders and onto the floor. “Nobody will hear you, so you can be as loud as you want to. Alright? You’re going to like this, because you’re a naughty little thing. Promise.” He mumbles. He pushes you back down, forcing you over the table. A gasp leaves your lips as he pushes apart your legs.

He frees his cock from its confines and you can see the others standing off to the side. You clench your eyes shut once more, whining as he presses the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. You suck in a sharp breath as he pushes himself past your entrance, sliding in and bottoming out into you. You lurch forward with a hiss at the intrusion. “Oh- f-fuck!” You cry. Raising up slightly with a cry. He only forces you back down. “Shhh. It’s okay.” His attempt at soothing you is pathetic and half-assed. If you weren’t in this particular position, you might laugh at him.

But you don’t think you’ll ever be able to look at them the same ever again.

You rest your head on the table, breathing out. Take a deep breath, try not to lose control.

That’s hard to do, keeping yourself together around them when they’re as attractive as they are. And the way they’re touching you.

Just as soon as you’re full, he’s pulling out of you again. He lifts you up, shoving the flimsy table out of the way and kneeling on the ground with you. Ghost steps toward you and you look up at him, he’s still got his mask on. You can’t see his smile. “Look good from this position, darling.” He smirks. You swallow hard, he moves his jeans to the side and tugs his boxers down, revealing his length to you. He’s big. You swallow hard, looking down. “No need to be nervous now. Look at me.” He breathes. You tilt your head up again, feeling Johnny kneel behind you, moving his length up the expanse of your ass. You shudder as Simon steps forward. “Open your mouth.” He breathes. You’re trying to stay focused on Simon but the feeling of Johnny’s length pushing into you from behind has you wincing again. “Relax. Look up at me.” He lifts your chin forcefully. Pushing the tip of his cock past your lips. You take him down as far as you can, swallowing around his shaft. Hearing him gasp.

“Johnny touch her clit.” He breathes.

Johnny does it, listening to his LT.

He glides his hand over your hip and stomach. Calloused hands rough on your skin but his fingertips on your clit has your thighs ready to give out. He draws his hips back, thrusting back into your ass. Hearing you choke on Simon’s cock. You draw back, taking a deep breath. You rest your hands on his thighs, pulling him closer to you so that you can take him further down. “There.. see.” He breathes. “All you had to do was make her horny.” His laugh is deep and taunting. He tilts his head back, groaning out. You focus on the tip of his cock, knowing it’s got the most nerve endings. Being gentle but still sucking hard. It only takes a couple of minutes before his thighs are shaking.

“Fuck-“ he draws back away from you. “Wanna be in that pussy.” He breathes. “Gonna make me cum too fast.” He breathes.

He kneels down in front of you. Wiping your lips of saliva and clearing them. Johnny’s hard thrusts into you keep you wet, and you whine when he pulls his hand away from your clit. “It’s alright. Gonna get you nice and full lass.” Soap chuckles. You probably look fucking pathetic in front of them. Fucked out and desperate. You knew you needed to get laid but this…

This is too far. But it’s something you didn’t know you needed.

They raise you up, wrapping your legs around Simon’s waist. Johnny slides himself back inside of your ass, feeling you tense up. Simon glides his tip up between your folds, pushing past them. You whine out, starting to squirm. “S’alright.” He breathes. His voice is low. Only you can hear it. When they’re both bottoming out in you, your breath is gone. Lungs are empty and burning. You’re trying to catch your breath but it feels impossible. A sob gets caught in your throat and you clench your eyes shut as they start to fuck you. “Fuck- not gonna last-“ Johnny hisses. Ghost holds you still, both of them moving in unison as they thrust into you. You shake and cry, overstimulated and you haven’t even cum yet.

“Fuck!” Johnny slides out of you, pumping himself with his hand. He bucks his hips into you, resting his forehead on your back as he finishes. Simon doesn’t stop his thrusts, keeping up his bruising pace.

Johnny moves away from you, he’s been selfish thus far. It’s someone else’s turn.

Gaz takes his place. Desperate to feel you. He inches closer, spitting into his hand and gliding it over the tip of his cock. He slides into you again. Feeling you gasp out. Lurching foward into Simon. He laughs. “You’re doing good. Keeping up.” Ghost mumbles.

Gaz grips your hips and tries to hold you still as he and Simon fill you. You can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Shivering as it inches closer and closer.

Chills start at your toes and work their way up your body.

“I- oh god-“ you whine.

You clench your eyes shut, letting it take over your body. You’re sure it’ll be the hardest you’ll ever cum. They don’t stop, riding out your orgasm as it washes over you. You know they’re not going to stop.

You relax, trying to pace yourself despite being overstimulated. You raise your hand up and rest it on Simon’s shoulder. Hearing Gaz chuckle behind you at your fucked out state. Simon’s breathing is getting a little heavier. He lowers his head, lips right by your ear. “So tight baby… getting me so close.” He grits his teeth. He starts to pant, cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. He groans out, sliding out of you. He grits his teeth and tries to contain himself as he cums.

He takes a second, panting. His head is buried into the crook of your neck as he comes down. He finally pulls away from you. Standing up and adjusting his pants.

Captain Price is quick to take his place. You’re ready to tap out but it’s clear that they’re not going to let you. Gaz grasps your chin, tilting your head back. “You’re doing good. Just a bit more.” He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. You can feel your captain’s hands on you, groping your breasts in his hands as he lines himself up with your entrance. “You still smell so good.” He growls. Gaz lets go of you and you finally get a good look at John. His eyes are dark, like the others. Their pupils are dilated, they look dark. Empty. Like there’s nothing there, only lust.

What the hell is this stuff and who made it?

You whine again as he slides into you. Tears filling your eyes. You clench your eyes shut and brace yourself for what they’re going to do to you. You rest your head on John’s chest as they start fucking into you mercilessly, John is desperate. He’s been waiting the longest. He’s eager and horny and the way he fucks you shows it. You’re sobbing into his chest in just minutes, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Your body shakes and you can feel the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen again. You can’t stay quiet. Moans spill from your lips uncontrollably and tears stream from your eyes. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life. “Do you feel good? Hm?”

“Yes!” You cry. “Tell me how good you feel.” He breathes. Forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me how good all of us have made you feel. And it better be good honey. Let everyone know how good they’ve fucked you today.” He forces your face up again by your jaw. “It feels so good- so so good- you’re fucking me so good.” A gasp leaves your lips as they thrust together at the exact same time. “Now what do you say hm? It was kind of us to fuck you.”

“Thank you!” You cry, head falling again. You chant it as they thrust into you. “That’s a good girl.” He chuckles.

They last another few minutes, but this time, neither of them pull out. Filling both of your holes up.

They ride out their highs before halting, cocks buried up inside of you still. You’re panting hard, clit throbbing. You don’t know how you’ve taken it or kept up with them to this point.

It’s Soap who lifts you up and carries you to your room. Your thighs shake uncontrollably and he helps you get cleaned up before putting you to bed. He makes sure you’re comfortable. And even when he leaves you alone, he’s still got that same dark look in his eyes.

Maybe you wouldn’t wake up alone.

[reidrum]

santa doesn't know you like i do

note: i posted and deleted this a few days ago cuz i didn't like it but i read it again and it kinda helped with how i'm feeling rn. if the holidays are a difficult time for you i hope spencer can help a little, and i'm hugging you super tightly! merry christmas/happy holidays bffs always so grateful to have you around 🎄🫂

summary: in which the holiday blues hit you harder than you expect, and spencer is there for you

cw: angst, unspecified family trauma, hurt/comfort no hurt, indirect mentions of depression around holidays, reader is just kinda going through it

wc: 1.3k

Grief is a fickle feeling. Even more so because you’re not exactly mourning the loss of anyone, but simply a fraction of who you used to be.

There was a younger you who shined with radiance and hope, to only be dulled by the world and its harsh dealings as you grew older. It’s hard to say what you would change if given the chance for a redo, for the causation of it all acted more as a fungus growing through the roots of a tree, slowly spreading and weakening its base unknowingly, rather than an abrupt chop of an axe to the trunk.

You can’t really be blamed for how you feel—wounds will heal but memories don’t.

The snow falls gently on you as you sit on a bench in the park, the flakes dissolving onto your clothes as you gaze off at the families ice skating in the rink not too far from you. In particular, you’re watching a father hold his young daughter’s hand, she can’t be more than four years old, as they skate across the rink. You watch them smile as they both tumble down, giggling and pointing at who was the culprit. It was the daughter’s, but you watch as the father shoulders the faux blame and places her back on her skate covered feet. In the distance you see the mother holding her phone up with a fond look in her eyes as she captures the core memory.

The cognitive dissonance rings loudly within you as your heart clenches at the sight. You were loved. You are loved. There are people who love you—present tense. It doesn’t stop you from wondering how you would’ve turned out if you were loved, past tense.

Your vision gets blurry the longer you stare off. You don’t even noticing the sound of snow crunching getting louder until it stops just an inch from you, a voice speaking up a moment later, “I thought I’d find you here,”

You raise your head up to meet Spencer’s amber eyes, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets and brows furrowed in concern that peek out just below his beanie.

He sits down next to you, “It’s cold.”

You shrug mindlessly. He undoes the scarf around his neck and drapes it around you, removing his beanie to place on your head after.

After a beat you mumble, “Thanks.”

He nods again, “How long have you been here?” 

Spencer knows it had to have been some time. He came home from the office a few hours ago to your open faced phone on the mail table, the screen showing a few missed calls from your family, and your shoes missing from their place near the door. 

You’re honestly not even sure yourself, after seeing the calls your feet started to move on their own and as a form of sadistic punishment brought you to the park to watch the happy families enjoy their holidays.

“Not sure.”

Spencer is no stranger to estranged familial relationships, hell he could have another degree in it if they made them. While he understands the hesitancy you have with opening up, he’s still trying his hardest to show you that you can be vulnerable in his company, that he won’t weaponize your feelings and use them against you.

“You could’ve told me.”

“I don’t need anything.” you whisper defensively, “I can handle it by myself.”

He doesn’t even flinch at your snap. “Angel,” 

“Don’t.” you sniffle.

He sighs sadly, “I know.”

You know that he knows. For all the sorrow you’ve chalked up for yourself, Spencer could and most likely would match you. You suppose that’s why you felt drawn to each other—two birds learning to fly with clipped wings.

The colder days make the loneliness stand out more, so when it was blatantly obvious neither of you had plans for Thanksgiving the year prior, you had decided to spend it together. Unknowingly, you’d both planted the root of a beautiful friendship that turned into a loving relationship. Holiday seasons spent together turned into permanent company on birthdays and special occasions in the future, and warmth to last you for years to come.

He scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders tugging you into him, “Look at me.”

When he doesn’t see you move your eyes from the rink to him, he places two fingers on your chin and gently averts your head up, “Hi, sweet girl.”

Tears sting the backs of your eyes as you try to make your voice not wobble, “Hi.”

He smiles softly, “You know I love you, right?”

“Spencer—“

“Because I get the feeling you’re forgetting, and we can’t have that.” he talks low, “It’s important to me that you know how much I love you.”

You sigh, eyes softening. “I know.” You look back out to the rink and see that the mother has joined her family on the ice, Spencer follows your gaze there and feels his heart tighten. He knows what you want, what you’ve longed for, for too many years. It’s why you come to this bench every year during the winter. When you see what could have been, you’re only reminded of what happened to you instead.

Spencer breaks you out of your headspace. “That’ll be us one day.” he says softly.

Spencer isn’t sure if you know about the life he longs for with you. How he dreams of warm beds filled with you, getting to come home to you everyday. How one day, maybe you’ll have kids who come running into your room at five in the morning screaming about opening Christmas presents, and he’ll get to roll over and press a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer as the kids snuggle up with you both. Maybe you’ll even take them ice skating one day.

You chuckle sadly in disbelief, “You don’t know that.”

“Of course I do,” he looks back down at you, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” he lightly jokes.

“I know.”

“I don’t think you want to.”

“I don’t think I deserve you.”

That stops him in his tracks. “Why do you say that?”

You pause, “I—I don’t know how to be loved, or how to love. Any concept of it I had is bullshit and it’s tainted and the thought of even passing that on to children—“

“Hey. Slow down.” he placates, “Sweetheart, you are worthy of love. You may not be used to it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it. If our children have even half the amount of love you have, they’ll turn out to be amazing humans. The way you love is so special.”

You stare at him in shock. Did he really say our children? You mumble, “Our children…”

He hums quizzically, “What?”

“You said our children, do you…think about that? With…me?”

“All the time,” he beams, “I think about it all with you.”

The familiar sting of tears returns, “All of it?”

“All of it,” he pulls you closer, “Marriage, kids, everything. Not to freak you out but I have the next twenty years of our lives planned.”

He finally gets a real laugh out of you, and he really couldn’t be more proud of himself. While you may just be a result of your circumstances, here is Spencer who is quite literally ready to spend decades with you recreating new memories. He wants a life with you. He wants every part of it, and he’ll happily help you through your rough patches when you need him. He is in love, you’re his best friend, and that is all he needs. You’ve never known a love like this, but Spencer will be here to show you that you will always be loved.

You hug him tightly and return your gaze back to the little girl skating with her father, The sight is no longer something you long for, but something you wait for.

[local-ground-apple]

Our Diasomnia boys just going about their business before hearing a soft squeak like scream, only to turn around to see Yuu holding their, now broken, nose while their eyes are tearing up. The culprit, from the Diasomnia dorm, trying to console Yuu before said boys notice.

It's basically whole squad reaction in one! Thank you for your request! Tho like, Malleus would get mad. Really mad.

,,Now, now don't cry, don't cry...It doesn't even hurt right? Right?"

You could hear nervous voice that was poorly attempting to console you and stop you from crying. It wasn't quite effective. Perhaps, because the said person had just punched you in your nose. You weren't sure what made them change their tone of voice that was quite confident mere seconds ago to this desperate plead.

Weird.

Though, it hurt. It hurt like hell.

You couldn't stop your eyes from tearing up nor a soft squeak that left your mouth when harsh fist collided with your face. Blood was falling down your face, as you weeped.

That person's hands gently patted your head and you could feel yourself shrinking at their touch, too afraid to pull away in case they decided to hit you once again.

,,You! Get away from our Human!"

A loud and familiar voice resonated through empty hallways, as you heard various footsteps rushing in your direction.

Ah, it all made sense now. That Diasomnia student who punched you began desperately consoling you, because they saw your squad approaching.

You slightly raised your head, yet before you could even saw the faces of your friends, you were turned around carefully, as warm hands gently cupped your face, inspecting the damage inflicted.

,,Are you okay?"

Silver's soft voice was barely audible given Sebek's loud screaming in the background. You couldn't quite make out the words he was yelling in his rant, yet you were almost sure that he was scolding the student.

You only nodded in response. Silver titled your head to the side, carefully assessing your broken nose. He didn't look pleased at all. He gently whipped the tears streaming down your face and began clearing the blood dripping from your wound with a handkerchief.

When he finished, Silver gently wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a warm hug. He patted your head, hoping it would calm you down.

While he was consoling you, the rest of Diasomnia squad was dealing with the aggressor.

Sebek was still yelling, relentless in his scolding. Malleus was indignant that someone even dared to raise their hand at you. At his favourite human. Needless to say, Diasomnia student was shivering in fear. They were absolutely petrified and they regretted their actions. They fell down to their knees and prayed for mercy and forgiveness.

Lilia was whispering with Malleus, trying to convince him not to do anything unpleasant nor rash.

,,I suppose you may be right"

Malleus sighed heavily, as his eyes landed once again on the student kneeling before him. He wasn't swayed with Lilia's idea. However, he knew better than to scare you away. He briefly glanced at your trembling form in Silver's arms.

Lilia's plan was definitely better.

,, Now, now, Little One. Wouldn't you like to serve some retribution?"

Lilia's question made you stop crying. You raised your head from Silver's chest and looked at him questioningly. You looked quite pitiful with face covered in smeared tears and blood.

Lilia approached you swiftly and kneeled down to your eye level. You could see a mischievous glint in his eyes, as soft smile danced on his lips. He whipped a stray tears falling down from your glassy eyes. He titled his head looking at you with anticipation.

,,Remember how I showed you how to properly punch someone?"

Your eyes widen slightly at the implication of his words. Silver only furrowed his eyebrows in response, deciding not to interfere this time and letting you decide for yourself.

,,It would be only fair to return the favor, don't you think so, Little One?"

You supposed that perhaps he was right.

Given how Sebek eagerly agreed with Lilia and how Malleus nodded his head in confirmation, perhaps it wasn't a bad idea.

Yet, you were hesitant.

You've never punched anyone. You often opted for a peaceful solution and you were never the person to pick violence as an option. Yet, this time it seemed quite tempting. You shook your head.

No, you couldn't.

You could get in trouble if someone was to witness this situation. After all, fighting was strickly prohibited. You could easily report the student for punching you and he would get punished. It's not like you needed to get revenge.

,,Someone could see this and we would get in trouble"

You whispered in response, which earned a chuckle from Lilia.

,,Oh, come on Little One~"

Malleus turned around, before he spoke.

,,It's not like I will see anything"

,,See? Malleus is allowing you a small revenge"

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

If it is okay, may I please request a headcannon of MC being found badly injured by Ace, Lilia, Trey, Floyd, and Jamil? I really love these characters so much! And angst, too.

Ace Trappola:

Ace had a hard time keeping the panic from showing on his face, hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch you. What if he hurt you more? He’d never claimed to have a healing touch but even now he knows there’s not much worse he could do other than finishing the job, a thought that proceeds to make him sick to his stomach. There’s another feeling burning deep in his gut, a rage only held back by the initial shock of seeing you in such a state and trying to process what to do from there. Your safety was at the forefront of his mind, getting you straight to a person who can heal you, even if every other instinct of his wanted to get even with the person who hurt you first.

Floyd Leech:

Though Floyd is not your enemy, you can’t help but feel uneasy as he approached. He’s not really glaring at you but past you, like there was a general barking orders at him that he had no intention of following. He hadn’t said much since he found you, another oddity as he wasn’t generally the quietest. You don’t think he’s ever handle you so gently before as he scooped you up, changing his pace or repositioning you carefully each time you winced or whimpered in pain. The first thing on his mind was returning you to safety, but once you were… He asked with an eerie calmness if you could give details on your assailant, even if it was more than one person, because he fully intended to pay them all back double (and Sevens help whoever tried to stand in his way).

Jamil Viper:

Jamil hadn’t quite gathered himself together, priding himself on analyzing situations, on predicting outcomes, and yet your interference had always been a variable he forgot to account for. Just like in his life, he had never expected you to come crashing in nor had he expected you to make a home beside him. He thought you were crazy for seeing any value in a relationship with him but he supposed you had your uses, hiding behind the shadow of a manipulator despite how truly grateful he was for your presence. Now he’s confronted with that, life spitting in his face again, demanding that he beg on his hands and knees, grovel, to assure that you survived your injuries. He knew the basics of healing, knew how to clean wounds and to dress them properly, but he had to hope mentally you had the strength to pull through for him. He hoped you could hear him begging for forgiveness, a promise to treat your relationship more seriously if you just came back to him.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia’s always been good at wearing a mask, showcasing a playful smirk or firing off witty flirtations in moments that don’t necessarily fit the mood. But he feels a bit of the façade crack when he sees you in such dire straits, clinging to the last bit of calm he possessed as it tried to slip right through his fingers. It’s not that he’s scared, his battlefield experience allowed him to determine your status with a quick glance, but he felt a deep-seated fury building inside him. He remembered being pulled away from someone important before in a drastic, life-changing moment, unable to protect—fight by their side as he was meant to, and it seemed that same crossroads was appearing before him again. He had been forced into one choice for the sake of Briar Valley before but there are no such forces present now. He kneeled by your side, making a serious face you’re not quite used to seeing on him as he promised he wouldn’t let the culprit touch a hair on your head ever again.

Trey Clover:

Trey is used to keeping his cool under any circumstance, having to be the level-headed vice dorm leader had brought him many days of experiencing pressure to assure emotions didn’t boil over. Yet none of that training matters now when he saw your blood-soaked clothes, his heart skipping a beat until he realized you were still breathing. He tried to talk to you, offering soothing words, promising he’d get you to someone who could help soon. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth as he knew he likely wouldn’t have the chance to get his hands on the person who hurt you, biting down on his lip so hard it began to bleed, but he couldn’t voice his frustrations now to a person who was in a much worse state than he was. And he didn’t think he ever would, letting his anger fester deep in his chest until he had a moment alone to dispel it.

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Queen!! Congratulations on 300!! 🫂 can I request this prompt with jack 🫶

"You can't just connect your phone and change the music, just because you dislike my playlist."

A graduation road trip spent with your boyfriend and younger brother sounded like a great idea at the time. Ten hours in the car was palatable, it also meant that you would have more cars at the lake house so you and Jack could spend more time together. The plan was to leave from Jack and Luke's apartment at roughly nine o'clock on the Monday after all of your graduation celebrations calmed down. When you arrived at the Hughes' residence it was a complete shambles. Piles of washing and clothes were strewn all over the place and something smelt like it had died.

"Hello?!" Your voice echoed throughout the loud apartment, as soon as it did, silence occured. The sink turned off, the vacuum stopped and the air seemed to still as two head popped into the hallway to look at you. "What's going on boys? You know we need to be leaving in roughly half an hour?"

"That was half an hour away.." Jack spoke back, coming into the hallway with a tea towel thrown over his shoulder, "What are you doing here so early?"

"Jack we are suppose to leave in fifteen minutes, how is that early?" You spoke, walking into the rest of the house, stepping over a half full suit case and sighing deeply. "Would you boys like some help, what is even this chaos?"

"It all makes sense! This is our washed pile, this is the stuff we need to take home to wash and this is our pile of things that need to be packed." Luke explained, his pointing corresponding to the piles he talked about.

"Right, and I suppose you are cleaning before you leave?" It was an easy thing to assume due to the fact that Luke was currently holding the dyson vacuum you insisted they buy so that the apartment could stay somewhat clean in the midst of their chaos.

"Pretty much, yeah." Luke deadpanned.

"You two finish cleaning and I'll pack, yeah?" You stated, placing down your small luggage bag down against the wall so it was out of the way for Luke.

While Jack was busy in the kitchen and Luke ran the vacuum over most of the floor surfaces and skirting boards in the apartment you pulled the appropriate clothes from the piles previously made and folded them and placed them into the bags neatly. By the time you were done, there was three bags lined up next to the door and a spotless apartment.

-

Surprisingly, despite fickle efforts to undermine how annoying Luke was by Jack you weren’t believing him.

It was two hours into the road trip and Luke had slept the majority of it, it was only Jack and his albeit under-average playlist making the car seem lively.

After the second pit-stop at a gas station where you got snacks and had a bathroom break, you decided enough was enough. While Jack was still inside paying for the gas you connected the Bluetooth to your phone, revealing in the little beep as you turned on ‘That’s what I like’ by Bruno Mars.

Knowing his playlist back to front Jack was the height of confused when he arrived back at the car and hoisted himself into the drivers seat. Looking at your smirking face he could instantly deduce you were the culprit.

“Babe, what did you do to my musi-“ Jack started by was cut off by your next comment.

“I’m getting a headache from that horseshit Jack.” You stated, turning the music dial essentially tuning out of Jack’s huffed pouts.

"You can't just connect your phone and change the music, just because you dislike my playlist!”

“Too late Jacky.”

Thank you for requesting! Thank you for your kind words it means so much! Feel free to send another in!

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Life's Sweet Bells

A COD Farm Sim AU with omegaverse splashed in!

Poly 141 x F!OC. Masterlist

Pt. 3 Axes and Apples

Today was shaping up to be a no good very bad day.

Which Paloma supposes was bound to happen eventually.

But still. 

She stares at the ground, her well worn axe broken at her feet. Shattered to pieces. She can still feel the sting in her palms from the final blow, a handful of splinters left in its wake. 

She stares balefully at the culprit of such destruction. An old tree stump, impressive in its size, and right in the way of where she wanted a  very lovely flower bed to be. She kicks it for good measure, a shock of pain shooting up her foot through her cheap work boots.

She stands stiff as stone, ruffled like a cat as she hisses in pain through clenched teeth. 

Bad days happen, Paloma. Take a deep breath.

She tilts her head toward the sky and takes a long suffering breath, oppressive summer sun searing through her eyelids.

She'd done well to make a fair dent in clearing the debris from her farm, breaking down fallen logs and small stone boulders, clearing it meticulously to have a nice tillable surface.

But if she were being real honest?

She was tired.

Going non-stop since she arrived in town would do that she supposes. 

She slept when she could, made her meals out of forageables and what extra eggs and milk Soap had given her.

Not that she was complaining! Soap was more than generous, and working with him had given her valuable learning opportunities as well as a new friend! Not to mention the coins he threw her way for her help, that was just a bonus. 

Admittedly, money had been a little…tight. The move had cleaned out the majority of her bank account and while she was thankful her retail days were behind her, getting her money up had been a slow process. 

Farming wasn't difficult per se. There were just lots of steps. Ones she tried to keep scribbled in her dusty little journal. 

To get a farm started she needed money. To make money, she needed vegetables and animals. To keep vegetables and animals year round she needed her greenhouse and barn. To repair those she needed materials, and to get materials she needed better tools…that cost money.

It was a very annoying cycle, but one she had to jump into at her own pace, less she trip over herself and crash. 

This meant taking rest days felt illegal. How could she? Everyone she'd met had been busting their butts to keep the village alive, bestowing her with a generosity she would have never imagined. Gifting her tools, giving her odd jobs. She'd promised herself she would pay them back when she could, do her part to help the community. 

That meant now was not the time for rest. 

With aching hands she shuffles back inside, leaving her axe in the front yard to rot. She takes her time plucking out the errant splinters,  wrapping her poor blistered fingers as she ponders her options. The axe was a necessity for a fair amount of her chores, and she doubts super glue and a real sturdy stick would suffice as a repair. 

She does however, know of someone who could repair it. 

Ghost was one of the few townsfolk she'd yet to meet. Paloma had been nose to the grindstone since she arrived in town, building up a fair little nest egg of money. But in doing so had neglected her social duties, scuttling around the countryside getting into everything she could get her hands on.  

She may have also been avoiding town to preserve what little change she had anyway. As if it were her fault that she loved little treats and silly knick-knacks. 

Soap was obviously fond of the man, having rattled off his achievements to her with pride, chest puffed as he spoke. Paloma found it incredibly sweet to see how he practically gushed over his friend.

She’d teased him then, poking his shoulder playfully. I think you have a crush on him, she’d singsonged. Soap had only sported a big grin, cheeks flushing pink as he looked at her with a strange gleam in his eyes. Aye, something like that.

Ghosts achievements weren’t just embellished stories from Soap, but a common theme among everyone she’d spoken to. Ghost was one of the best blacksmiths in the country, albeit a little illusive, but Soap had told her that much as well. 

He's a shy fella, you'll have to pay him a visit. You don't want him to feel left out do ye?

And today seems like the day to do just that. 

-

She walks through town, old worn backpack over her shoulders and axe in hand. 

Well. 

Some of it. 

The village was truly beautiful, charming little shops lining cobblestone roads. Lush trees cover the sidewalks, their foliage providing cool shade and the soft rustle of leaves, well kept flower beds adding appeal to the rustic storefronts. Soft blue flags hang from the sparse street lanterns, a winged sword insignia visible in the warm summer breeze.  

It was quaint, quiet, with only a few passersby as she trots along. 

And maybe she made her trip twice as long by getting distracted by the many lovely shop windows, displaying an assortment of fine clothes and food items. She'd almost barged into the inn, the warm familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee calling her name. 

However, she'd prevailed. The change in her pocket a heavy weight as she drags herself to Ghost's shop. She finds herself standing before a rather intimidating heavy black door, “BLACKSMITH” painted in crude white paint.

The inside is no more polished. It’s a little dingey, a thin layer of soot covering most of the dark hardwood surfaces available. A large anvil stands around the corner, with tools upon tools lining its dusty walls: chisels, tongs, cutting tools, hammers of all shapes and sizes. Along with a myriad of other tools she couldn't even fathom the name of. Even from here she can hear a forge roaring somewhere in the back of the shop, making the summer sun outside seem preferable. 

The whole place reeks of coal and metal, with something oddly sugary buried beneath, like breakfast, richly sweet. She tries to snuffle deeper, the sting of soot too much on her nose to huff any deeper in search of the source. Instead she timidly taps the bell on the counter, a loud ping, resonating through the small shop. 

Her eyes linger behind the counter, where under soft glowing lights lays a small group of glittering ornate weapons. Beautiful swords inlaid with jewels, daggers made of fine gold, intricate details carved along the blade. They’re incredibly out of place amongst the dirt and cobwebs, but they're gorgeous. Treasures that looked like they belonged in the museum themselves.

Paloma is now certain of two things. One, that these weapons were worth more than she can fathom (if the sheer lack of a price tag were anything to go by). And two, she has never wanted a sword more in her whole life.

She imagines herself standing tall, the moon glittering off of her bright silvery blade, polished rose quartz and sapphires sparkling like stars as she swings it before her, transforming like the magical girls in her books. She would even have a pretty outfit and jewelry to match, ribbons made of galaxies weaved into her silvery hair. 

“Those are commision.” a deep voice rumbles behind her, scaring her nearly a foot off the ground. She whirls, lips parting as she takes in the man before her. 

Now when Paloma had thought of Ghost, she'd admittedly had something particular in mind. Ghost made tools yes, but he was also responsible for some of the most truly beautiful weapons. She’d pictured someone lean perhaps, with delicate hands to make the intricate pieces Soap had described to her. Someone that looked artsy and maybe even little posh for lack of a better term, yet tastefully dingey to show his work with the elements. As luxury artists usually looked like in the books she’s read.

This Ghost, is absolutely nothing of the sort. 

This Ghost is big, casting a shadow upon her form where he looms just a few steps away.  Broad as a barn and just as tall. A black neck gaiter covers the lower half of his face, the fabric bleached to resemble that of a skull. A heavy leather apron hangs over his shoulders, falling just shy of heavy boots, a plate of steel affixed to the toe. Rivulets of sweat cut paths through the layer of grime along his thick muscled arms, revealing a myriad of puckered scars and fine black ink underneath. 

Oh.

She tilts her head to meet his eyes, pale blonde lashes highlighted against the heavy layer of soot that coats his short cropped curls and upper face. He crosses his arms, dark eyes surveying her. 

“You'll catch flies like that” he rumbles, eyes flickering to her open mouth before bypassing her to step behind the counter. 

She shuts her mouth with a click, hissing to herself before schooling her expression and turning towards him, an embarrassed blush still heating her cheeks. 

She powers on. 

“Hello! Was wondering if you could help me?” she smiles, chasing after him.

He turns, fingers drummin against the wood counter, contemplating. 

“What ‘ave you got?”

“Well…” she trails, dumping the handle and handful of axe fragments against the counter, gnawing on her lip sheepishly as he stares between her and the shattered tool with no small amount of incredulousness. 

The silence kills her. “You think you can fix it?”

He leans back, gloved palms picking up a larger piece to inspect. “Oh I can fix it, take me a day or so, but you’ll still have a shit axe.” he says dryly, shrugging a shoulder. “Or, I can just fashion you a new one, for a fee.”

He explains his pricing, and Paloma can’t help but wince, just a repair would cost her days worth of foraging, and a new one outright? Well that was simply out of the question. What if he’s right? How long until she broke it again? If she had a few good days of fishing she could make it up in a week or two. But that was up to chance and would definitely cut down on her time for mining and other foraging. Could Soap miss her for a few days?

She’s prepared to make up an excuse, tell him she left her wallet,  when he speaks again. 

“Unless” he drawls, pulling her from her thoughts “You provide the materials, then it’s just a small labor fee.” He rolls his shoulders lazily, leaning his ass against the back counter and propping up a thick thigh to rest comfortably. 

She blinks at him. Materials?

“What kind of materials?”

“Could fashion one from stone, but you’ll end up with that again.” he gestures to the counter. “You’ll need somethin’ stronger if you're going go ‘round hackin’ down forests. Iron would be better, but copper’ll do.” he shrugs again. 

She perks up at that, holding back her happy claps as squirms her backpack off in excitement. Her bag hitting the floor with a surprisingly heavy thunk.

She fishes around for a moment, and with a small grunt she hefts a sizable knapsack onto his counter, loose strings falling to reveal a small mountain or raw copper ore. 

“Will this much work?” 

The large man freezes, doing a subtle double take at the pile of glittering copper, brows knitted as his dark eyes flicker between them once again.   

Paloma. Copper. Paloma. Copper. 

She waits patiently, thinking about how lots of people have been giving her those looks lately.

Finally, he pushes himself forward, scooping up a small piece with a gloved hand, eyeing it closely. 

In a flash he hikes up the mask, treating Paloma to the pale scars above his lip, along his neck. She watches him click the metal between his teeth curiously, giving a satisfied grunt before tossing it back into the pile lightly.

“That'll do”

-

The following days are almost painful with how giddy Paloma feels. It's not like she were getting new jewelry or a pretty dress. It was a bloody axe!

A new bloody axe.

“It'll take a few days. Just check back in.”  he'd told her, waving back to her awkwardly as she'd bid him goodbye. 

She did well to refrain from pestering him the very next day, instead, axeless and bored, she'd gone back to foraging.

She'd still yet to explore the farther corners of her property, and after a little jaunt she'd come to quite a lovely clearing, a singular loaded apple tree standing proudly in its center. She'd made quick work of plucking one of the bright red apples from its leafy nest, polishing the wax off with her shirt before taking a big bite. Sweetness bursting across her tongue in what must have been the sweetest, juiciest apple she's ever had in her life. 

An idea strikes her then, and she gathers a basket full,  enough to treat herself without making a noticeable dent in the tree's healthy supply.

She’s practically dancing as she rinses off her little prizes, oven already pre-heating.

She'd happily paid Ghost's labor fee up front, despite him telling her she could wait until after the service was done, but to her the fee itself had seemed suspiciously cheap. 

While Paloma may not have been blessed in the way of money, she could bake. 

Why not make up the difference with a little treat?

By the next day she is on Ghost's doorstep, little wicker basket in hand. She dings the small bell, busying herself with looking at his tool lined walls. The breakfast scent remains, stronger now, like syrup, with a familiar mix of rose and citrus that she can’t quite place. 

“Not ready yet” comes a gruff voice from behind her, startling her once again.  How does he move so quietly??

“That's alright! Here!” she holds the little basket in his direction. He pulls it from her hands carefully, eyeing it as if it were a bomb. The little basket looking comically dainty in his big paws. 

“What's all this…?”

“For you! I know you work hard, and it's not exactly cash, but everyone deserves a treat!” she beams, watching him carefully pull the pretty plaid cloth away to take a peek. 

She's quite proud of herself actually, it's the prettiest apple pie she's ever made, the crust carefully weaved and cooked to golden brown perfection, sugary crystals glistening in the light. 

…Nevermind that the first one she butchered sits half eaten in her own fridge. Practice makes perfect after all. 

The big man goes quiet, something odd flashing behind big brown eyes. He clears his throat,  thanking her quietly, his almost strained. 

She flashes him a sweet smile, patting him lightly on the bicep, and thinks nothing else of it. Some folks are peculiar about gifts, and she wasn’t going to stand around and watch him eat it like a weirdo.  The next day, she is pleased as punch to find her little basket returned to her front porch.  

In a few days time he fixes her axe, a beautiful shiny copper that makes demolishing tree stumps look like light work. So she requests upgrades for her other tools too, happily providing the materials. 

Similarly she continues her visits, chatting idly at the man while he lumbers about. He's pretty funny when he does talk, telling her some of the corniest jokes she's ever heard, often giggling at his own bit. Humoring her questions when she asks with more patience than she expected.  

So she keeps packing little gifts to the quiet blacksmith, a small fruit basket, little handmade pastries in the shape of hearts. 

Small gestures of gratitude while he upgrades her tools one by one. 

Each time the man looks more and more perplexed, brows knitting. 

But she notices his jokes grow fewer, voice going dry when he speaks to her, his eyes either bore into her or refuse to look in her direction at all. He even stops taking her gifts, waving her away offhandedly when she sets them on the counter. 

She reasons maybe he’s tired of sweets, so she changes tactics, starts gifting him particularly pretty gems she's found in the mines , even a small bundle of cucumbers and tomatoes she'd grown herself!

Yet he remains, aloof. Doing what he’s asked and shooing her away gruffly. 

This time she reasons he’s just busy. 

The next time she meets Ghost, he’s stiff, propped up on his back counter once again, arms crossed, simultaneously relaxed and also imposing. His eyes are trained on her, harsh pools of black that follow her from the door as she approaches his counter. 

She still smiles.

It’s not uncommon for her to make up stories about people in her head, stories that say they’re mad at her when they’ve said nothing of the sort. So she ignores her gut, digging out a small little geode from her bag and setting it before him. She no more than opens her mouth, excited to show him the lovely clusters of amethyst within when he cuts her off. 

“You tryin’ to court me?” he barks seethingly, and her stomach drops, forcing ice through her veins as her heart jumps pace. 

She freezes in place, eyes turning to saucers in pure mortification. 

Court him?

“I’m sorry…?”

“The bloody pies and this,” he glares at the geode on the counter. “can’t slap jewelry on me so you give me rocks?”

She thinks about her gifts, sweet treats and glittering stones…

It all clicks into place. 

Memories flood forward, the scent of maple and brown sugar wafting around him, the pale crescent scars she’d got glimpses of on his shoulders, along his neck. Hidden carefully beneath his mask. 

A dead light bulb flickers to life in the ignorant darkness of her mind. 

Oh. Oh.

Her old home had been so far removed from old courting practices that the thought hadn't even occurred to her. She didn’t even know that he was-!

Pure embarrassment heats her entire body as the realization hits her.  For all Ghost knows she was trying to pave her way into gifting him a bloody collar. And she’d carried on like a bumbling fool.

She stutters, mouth opening and closing like a guppy, cheeks red enough to paint roses as she frantically tries to explain herself. He stands now, towering, watching her with a harsh intensity that makes her want to dissolve.

“N-no!! Not like that!” He raises an incredulous brow, huffing at her.  “Not that you're not pretty!” Shut up! Paloma! “It's just that you've been so kind and I thought you'd like something… I didn’t know.”  she gestures vaguely, body beginning to tremble as the impending anxiety attack rears its ugly head. 

“Didn’t know fucking what?” he snaps.

She curls in on herself at his tone, nails digging into her own cuticles for purchase. She musters all she can to meet his eyes, voice just above a whisper. 

“I didn’t know you were like me.”

The room goes silent, all tension seemingly sucked out like a vacuum as the words leave her mouth. 

Something seems to snap in Ghost too, shoulders sinking as his arms fall uselessly at his sides. 

She stands there for a moment, carefully measuring her breaths in an effort to fight off anxious tears, before she bravely steps forward, plucking up her new and improved shovel with trembling hands. Nearly dropping it in the process, arms flailing as she just barely secures it, hugging it closely to her chest in an effort to maintain whatever scrap of dignity she had left. 

She whispers another apology, unable to look at him anymore, too afraid to see the anger still lingering in his eyes. She leaves the geode on the counter, turning to leave without another word. 

What Paloma failed to see, was not anger in the eyes of Simon Riley. 

But guilt.

[mischiefmaker615]

Nails

Song Inspiration: "Nails" by Call Me Karizma

Rating: *DARK R*! be warned! dark waters ahead! r@pe and cheating trigger

Summary: Loki teaches you a lesson..

“Jealous little thing, aren’t you? You just couldn’t stay away..’’

Your head jerks to the side, wide and in search of what direction the voice had some from. You couldn’t so much as see farther than perhaps three steps forward- darkness surrounding you while yourself is strictly illuminated by a harsh single light overhead.

It seemed like one of SHIELD interrogation rooms.. how everything seemed to be dark except for that single table the person sat at. The only difference is, you weren’t at a table. No.. you wrists were tights just above your head and apart. Another rope was wrapped right around the middle of your torso, constricting your movements more while your legs matched your arms- spread and bound. Spread eagle and standing.

A restraining rack.

This was not SHIELD.. this was not how you did things and you weren’t supposed to be here.

Naked.

‘’where are you?” you demanded, your body shaking as it tried to ignore your vulnerable state and sought out the culprit responsible.

‘’wouldn’t you already know? After all, you do enjoy stalking me on your off times.’’

That voice.. so familiar.. your eyes widened while your body tensed. No.. no no no-

‘’your going to pay for this Loki!” you hiss, jerking against the restraints at yet another failed attempt to get free. This had to be his doing..

‘’now isn’t that quite the opposite reaction I’d imagined you doing, after all, I thought you’d enjoy having me all to yourself.’’ He smirked, the snake finally taking a step forward out of the shadows to stand in front of you.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his body relaxed and face showing every bit of amusement in this as he could while you tried to ignore the feeling of his wondering eyes to glare more into his skull.

‘’release me or I promise I’ll do far worse than I intended to where I sought out your deceptive carcass!”

‘’deceptive?” he placed a hand on his heart dramatically as if he were hurt. ‘’I find love and you instantly find me guilty of deception?”

‘’she doesn’t love you- you’ve poisoned her mind and corrupted her! your using her just to get to-‘’

‘’I think your just jealous darling.’’ he tsked, shaking his head with a sigh as if it were hopeless to see his side. ‘’you only long for something you’ve been deprived of.’’

‘’she’s my best friend and I just won’t sit here idly by and let you-‘’

‘’let me what?” he smirked, his pupils now dark and lustful as he took a casual step forward, causing you to tense but denied him to reaction to fight again and see how much he made you uncomfortable. ‘’do you long to know how it feels? Every time you watch us with those beautiful burning eyes, you’ve never looked upon us really in suspicion, no, you’ve gazed at us with the soul desire to have what she does.’’

‘’your.. your lying.. I care that you’ve manipulated-‘’

‘’your precious Avengers has my tesseract, I have no access into making her believe that she is under some influence to have particular wants from me.’’ He smirked with his hands up in a surrender position.

‘’they trusted you..’’ you scoff while you dig your nails into your palms to distract that burning and embarrassing feeling that you were absolutely exposed to him.

‘’I haven’t betrayed anyone darling, they all believe I am under their precious promise to be good while Stark houses my parole. We haven’t even left the tower.’’ He smirked, loving how you briefly look around in the dark to true to see through it, to figure out where exactly you were. ‘’I have made no attempts to try to break that promise of taking over your spoiled planet other than to merely befriend those who are more open minded and forgiving.’’

‘’you lied to her.. she doesn’t love you.. and she’ll never believe that you have changed.’’ Your eyes narrow, hating him while he smirked and looked up at your hands that clenched.

‘’denial is one of the most powerful issues you humans tend to suffer with. You wish us not to ask for your blessing?” he smirked, his fingertips lightly running a trail from your bound wrist and slowly began running down your arm lazily.

‘’like Hel I’d ever give you any sort of acceptance with her-‘’

‘’because your jealous.’’ He smirked, causing you to want to scream while you twitched your arm to rid of his touch before he trailed it to your shoulder and began tracing your collarbone with a single fingertip.

‘’I am not jealous! Why would I wish to be with the destroyer of New York??” you demanded, your voice desperately trying to hide the shaking in it while his finger tip now and again would dip a bit lower in its trail towards your breasts before it would move up just as your breath would hitch.

‘’because of how you react darling.’’ he smirked, his voice dangerously low while his eyes flicked up to yours, having followed his hand.

‘’how the Hel am I- mmph!” with a brief flash in his eyes, he didn’t even have to look up at what he was doing to know his spell had successfully added a gag to your binds.

‘’detecting lies darling it quite draining. It is but a talent and a curse. The sooner you accept how you truly feel will make things much more easier for you.’’ He said gently, his scolding fading off as he now moved his hands to lightly cup your breasts but avoided a middle, his thumbs rubbing just the underpart while he now stood before you.

His eyes watched his hands, not at all interested into looking at your orbs that tried with all your might to burn a hole in his skull. Your head would thrash from side to side, trying any way you could to free your mouth but to no avail. The muscles in your arms ached as well by trying to free yourself.

‘’if you long to see what you are missing darling, I will be happy to show it to you.’’ He whispered, his thumbs now taking over to rub against your nipples while the rest of his hand curled and kneaded your breasts. His smirk seemed to grow before he shuddered in pleasure, his eyes flicking up to yours playfully with your wide ones.

‘’it can be our little secret..’’ he winked before your arm thrashed once against your bonds, not even causing him to flinch but he knew it was intended to be a punch if you were free.

‘’just relax your body darling, let me show you just how much you truly enjoy this..’’ he whispered, his hands still kneading and massaging your breasts while he slowly sank down to his knees before you, causing your breathing to pick up in panic  while he was now at eye level with your cunt.

Your body shook, regardless of you being bound. The muffled sounds indicated cursing as you fought harder to get free while his hands slowly glided down your sides and curved back to begin paying the same attention to your ass, his eyes admiring your cunt while you squeezed your eyes closed.

‘’I’m sure she’s touched if she finds out at what lengths you went through to investigate our relationship,’’ his grip on your ass tightened, causing you to hold back a whine while his eyes flicked up to yours with an amused look. ‘’so much so, I had found you snooping about my chambers with intent to try to find ways to frame me. Cute.’’ He smirked before he leaned forward and ran a single stripe from your entrance, to your clit, humming with his eyes falling closed. ‘’I’m sure you’ll be happy for her to see that she’s being well taken care of.’’

His tongue then repeats the same action, over and over and over again until he begins kitten licking your clit, pressing his lips to it and suckling gently. Your sounds fell of deaf ears, uncaring ones at least while your breathing quickened and your eyes searched everywhere in the darkness for something to focus on and not this.

His mouth was wonderful, dare you say and you did everything in your might to try to rid of him but you barely were able to move him while his hands pressed against your ass, bringing your cunt more against his mouth while your back trained against the rope at your torso. Your taste made him hum, sending vibrations through your core and encouraged that tightening feeling inside of you to your horror.

Your head shook, denying yourself any sort of pleasure he was pulling you towards and he knew you were under his thumb whether you liked it or not. ‘’you taste divine darling..’’ he purred, your eyes fluttering while your body stopped in exhaustion from your straining and groaned when he began administering your mouth once more.

Moving his mouth down, you felt the tip of his nose begin to grind against your clit each time his head lightly bobbed, sinking his tongue into your core in a steady, rhythmic pace that kept you going closer and closer to the edge.

‘’you’re going to cum for me darling, that I’m most certain of.’’

His voice spoke out, causing your eyes to open quickly in panic as to how he could speak when you still his mouth still mining your cunt. your eyes fluttered in disbelieve while he stood right before you, causing you to quickly look down to where he was looking p at you with amusement before your eyes shot forward again.

‘’magic indeed has many benefits, and I was eager to have all of you at once. Quite the developed fantasy once I had laid my eyes on you the first day we met.’’ He smirked, the clone stepping forward while your limbs came back to life- the original Loki having no problem keeping your lower half steady while he continued to suckle on your clit and now and again flick his tongue against it.

You glared at him, your curses mumbled while his hand took hold of your jaw and raised your head to look more up at him, his nose gently rubbing yours while he merely looked at you lovingly. ‘’she just presented better use to get closer to your so-called heroes. I never expected her to be a good fuck.’’

You pulled your head away from him, looking to the side while your eyes began to get glassy at the confirmation that your best friend was being used- and she couldn’t even see it.. hell, she didn’t even believe you, you! When you tried to warn her that he seemed to be up to something. She was to.. love blind to even think of the possibilities.. you had sought out t o prove it, and looked through Loki’s room while he was away- or so you thought. The next moment, you woke up here.

‘’accepting the truth hurts at first darling,’’ he said gently, almost as if he genuinely cared while he pressed a gentle kiss against your neck, causing you to flinch and look back at him with a glare before his hand gripped your hair in the same second, causing you to help while he held your head up and exposed your neck. ‘’but can presence delicious beneficials once the pain has faded off.’’ He murmured against your skin before he ran his tongue against your neck, sucking your pulse point while his grip in your hair kept you steady.

It stung and had you squeezing your eyes shut before you had small hope that perhaps it would present you a distraction from all what was happening. It would seem that was not his plan and his grip lightened enough to keep you still but the pain was gone. Loki still took turns kitten licking your clit, to plunging his tongue desperately into your core, moaning like you tasted like heaven on earth.

Somehow it was enough to make you feel full while your eyes widened and you began to squirm with his mouth practically glued to your cunt. your squirms got a lot more desperate when you felt the coil winding tighter and tighter- all the while, Loki began nipping and sucking at your neck, smirking against your skin while his free hand rose up to begin fondling your breast.

‘’there is no reason to hold on darling, you’re here, enjoy it,’’ his grip on your hair tightened and pushed your head down for you to watch the other Loki eating you out eagerly, his hands running up and down your thighs and caressing your ass while your breathing began to hitch. ‘’all of it..’’ Loki whispered, nibbling at your ear lobe before your eyes widened and your body snapped.

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, hitting you hard while your back arched and your body shook with a moan leaving your muffled lips. It’s never hit you that hard before, causing you to wither and pant while Loki placed open mouth kisses against your neck while you tried to recover. The other Loki continued to lap up every bit of essence your body gave while his tongue desperately sought for more in your cunt.

You squirmed in his mouth, sensitive and twitching while your eyes widened and the clone chuckled while his hand found your jaw again, turning you to face in with his amused look on his face.

‘’don’t think jealousy can be sated by just one round.’’

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[iid-smile]

⭑ — THE SNOW WHITE PRINCESS IS

お願い KISS で目を醒まして欲しいの

白い棺から連れ出すよう

content — sakura haruka x fem!reader, the reader is referred to as "princess" and wears a dress, brief mention of suo and the class, the reader has parents, he calls you pretty,

wc — 0.9k (how??)

dec 3rd ⭑ event masterlist — for the lovely @hanaeriin !

a/n: pretend i didnt forget to post this yesterday + im gonna edit it because idk what the hell happened while i was writing

princesses, fairytales, fantasy... haruka never got the appeal over why people are so obsessed with romance and happy-ending stories. it's not real, it's made up, and it's stupid.

once or twice, he's taken a peek at your phone whenever you don't respond to him calling your name. maybe you were studying, maybe there's something super important that you just can't tear your eyes off it, but no. it's heaps and heaps of short clips, all having a common theme, ballroom dancing and huge dresses.

now that he thinks about it, he used to hear you gush about disney princes, or how magical and perfect the princesses' lives seem to be, minus any dilemma that takes up the majority of the movie.

well, that's an idea! you can be a princess for a day as a gift, and he'll be your prince. oh, that's cheesy...

with a little consulting from a certain love adviser with an eyepatch, he was forced convinced into committing to his idea, his brief idea spiralling into something much more complicated than it needed to be. either way, he feels almost obligated to, especially since this is your first december together.

here's the catch; haruka has no idea how to dance. he can do the hokey pokey (barely), but he cannot do whatever the hell you see in those videos. he's never had great limb coordination unless it's been for fighting, so basically he's at the level of a baby learning how to walk for the first time.

twenty-five days. he had twenty five days to learn how to dance.

in the meantime, his little helping elves (he did not choose this alias, they did) were fixing up a dress for you, gathering up money from each member of the class to make their grade captain's girlfriend happy.

soon, the day finally came; christmas morning. he's been stressed all the way up until the moment he reached you front door, eyes trained to the ground with thoughts of doubt running all over him. what if he messes the whole thing up and ruins your day? his hand absentmindedly reaches up to knock on the door, dreading the moment he hears footsteps approaching and praying to anybody out there that you're still asleep.

with the permission of your parents and a flustered explanation later, he makes his way to your room, trying his best to keep the long trail of skirt material from touching the ground.

quietly, he enters, and the door shuts, making little to no sound. your room certainly hasn't changed much since he's last been here. as usual, he cringes at your embarrassing collage of photos together, as well as a few additional trinkets he spots dotted around the area.

he lays the dress carefully over a nearby chair and approaches your side. how was he supposed to do this? nudge you awake? call your name? how would a prince wake up a princess? thank god nobody's here to witness this...

here goes nothing.

your brain shakes itself awake from a soft yet firm sensation on your lips. it's familiar, comforting, and something you've grown well addicted to. your head tilts as you deepen the kiss ever so slightly, before leaning back to take a look at the culprit.

there he was, your prince charming now adorned in a fancy suit that you'd never imagine he'd ever wear, hair slicked back with a few loose strands over his forehead, and his thumb gently rubbing over the back of your hand.

did he get ahead of himself? "u-um—" every rational thought slipped from his mind, only a stuttering mess left behind. "i—"

"am i dreaming? you're really a prince?" you whisper, sleep still present in your voice and your hands lazily press against his cheeks. there's a slight burn against your fingertips, yet you still brush them just underneath his eyes, to confirm if you were awake or not.

he'll just go along with it. "yes... and i..." deep breaths, deep breaths. "i'd like to take you to the ball."

your head tilts in confusion. "the ball?" gears turn in your head as you put the puzzle pieces together. "like cinderella? but my hair! my makeup—!"

"you don't need any of that." he mumbles, lips pursing from his honesty. "you're pretty as you are right now."

"what about a dress? i don't have one..."

"you do." and he moves out of you way, enough for you to see the stunning dress that has magically appeared in your room.

you don't even have time to react before you're suddenly yanked up to your feet, one of his hands on your waist and the other still holding your hand. his feet start to move in a graceful pattern, and you somehow manage to fall into the rhythm, even with no music. you can see the amount of concentration on his face, as if he's practiced this day and night, knowing exactly where to go, exactly where to stop and pull you close and hold you tighter. for once, you seem to be more rattled than him.

finally, you're in line with the dress, hands tentatively reaching out to touch the material. it's beautiful, seeming to be your exact size as you lay it over your body.

the sound of you unzipping the back snaps haruka out of his trance, tumbling his way to the door. "i'll give you some privacy." though he can't see it, you nod, a soft smile overcoming your face as you continue to admire the garment in front of you.

now that you think about it, you have had an odd conversation here and there about clothing sizes, plus random visits to tailors because haruka's uniform "didn't fit anymore", plus going to more high-end shoe stores that you've always dreamed of going to, and oh.

he really did this all for you, didn't he?

[thewertsearch]

GA: Either Im Sleeping Or Im Dead Which Is It […] AA: you are unconscious now and will likely wake up as your new self very soon […] AA: you are undergoing a metamorphosis which you have been groomed for since you were very young

By who, though? Doc Scratch? Grubmom? The Alternian government, even?

And was Kanaya turned into a vampire, or was she born with the potential to become one? Metamorphosis seems to imply the former, but it's still very unclear.

AA: much like i was for my various personal iterations including this one GA: You Mean GA: Being A Ghost And Then A Frog And Then A Robot And Then A Fairy AA: yes!

Aradia likens this transformation to her own adventures as a ghost, robot and fairy, but all of those changes have mechanisms that we understand, whereas Kanaya's is a mystery. If it's anything like Aradia's ghost form, maybe necromancy was involved?

And, again - who's the culprit? If this was something that was imposed on Kanaya externally, rather than an inherent trait, then Scratch feels like the most likely meddler. If so, her vampirism was designed to benefit him - but what could his angle be?

What effect has Kanaya's vampirism even had, so far? What has she caused to happen, that wouldn't otherwise have happened?

All she's really done is bisect Eridan... whilst sparing the Veil's real problem, Gamzee. Well, he is the Most Important Character In Homestuck, so Scratch can probably make use of him.

But... I really don't like that line of thinking. It implies that Kanaya spared Gamzee at Scratch's bequest, knowingly or unknowingly, and the thought of Kanaya serving Scratch is too terrible to contemplate. Let's put it aside for now.

TA: 0k s0 i'm supp0sed t0 act 0ut what i did bef0re, when i br0ught her these shitty d0ll parts, is that's what's g0ing 0n here? GA: Yeah Im Still Not Sure Aradia Are We Supposed To Be Role Playing

And you didn’t even wait for Nepeta.

Actually, that's a good point - where is Nepeta? Is she sitting in some other bubble, berating Equius over how he died?

TA: thith ith kinb 0f thtupib. AA: youre stupid and you sound stupid! TA: h0py thith, i b0 th0unb thtupib. TA: why the fuckth ith by b0uth fthull 0f all thethe theeth subbenly?

Ah, hang on - Nepeta's not actually dead yet.

Sollux's tooth issues are congruent with page 3429, immediately before Equius is commanded to Seek The Highb100d. Plus, Kanaya's still down, and she was up and about by Seek. The Meowrails yet live - and Eridan's still alive, too, but I doubt his ghost would show his sorry face regardless.

It’s funny how the Furthest Ring, a space which is supposed to be temporally untethered, is correlated so closely with the sequence of events on the Veil.

[khonshus-stardust]

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA :33

WHAT IF…

Khonshu is mad at the boys and just to piss them off he decides to play with you while the boys watch and their not allowed to touch 😻

JUST IMAGINE PLEASE, AND KHONSHU’S ALL LIKE

“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?”

:3

It’s okay if you don’t want to write this‼️

Passion

Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, forced voyeurism, ropes, coming in pants. (Poor Marc is forced to watch), use of princess.

Word Count: 4292

Summary: The god of the moon and his avatar have been in your life for quite some time. Not only do you help with making sure their needs are met, you are a kind soul. A good refresher for the boys to be around when everything else is trying to kill them, including their own god. When Khonshu comes barreling into your apartment, you are stunned. You are picked up and hoisted over his shoulder. The god has a lesson to be taught. But, not for you.

Author Note: I'm a bit late of getting this posted. So sorry. But I hope the seven pages of smut makes it up for that!

Masterlist

Ao3

When a whoosh of air nearly pushes you off of your feet, your face morph into a scowl, head whipping towards the culprit. Said god may not have a face to express his emotions but the tense air that followed him spoke loud enough.

The plastic cup in your hand slammed down on the counter. “What in the world was that for?” you snapped at the god who began to stalk towards your form in the kitchen. You swear, there’s never a day of peace around here. There is always something up with either Khonshu or the three men who stayed with you.

No peace. At all.

Hands snatched your form off of the floor and flung you over a bony, uncomfortable shoulder. A grunt left your lips. “Khonshu!” you attempted to scold the Egyptian god. It seemed like he could care less as he marched through your apartment and into the living room. To where Marc was sitting.

“What in the hell is your problem, pigeon head?” Marc’s voice filtered into the air behind you, in front of Khonshu. The black haired man then made a choking noise when Khonshu move. You squirmed on his shoulder until a swat to your ass stilled you. A whimper fell from your throat. A silent warning.

“You.” Khonshu’s voice thundered inside of each of your heads. Your entire body tingled from the anger that radiated off of his voice. That only meant the two of you were in it deep.

Marc scoffed. “Me?! The hell is that suppose to mean? I’ve been doing nothing all day. How could I possible be at fault for whatever tantrum you’re throwing now?” Your lips pressed together at the man’s words and instantly knew he was going to get it. Only you were allowed to talk to Khonshu like that. Only his little bug, his stardust. Not Marc who is suppose to be his servant.

The air stilled. You could hear your heart thundering in your ears.

Your legs were spread wide, hooked over the outsides of Khonshu’s long, nimble legs. Your eyes rapidly blinked to gain a sense of what just happened. Both of your arms are tied behind your back, locked in a position that only offered Khonshu every chance to touch you. Your back to Khonshu’s chest.

In front of you sat Marc, somehow tied to the one-person chair that’s in your living room. Cream white ropes are attached to each of his limbs before disappearing behind the chair. A look of shock mirrors your own on his face. The two of you peered at each other, stunned into silence at the sudden change of positions.

Out of the two of you, you were the first to move, to squirm in his hold. Large, dexterous hands engulfed your thighs and pinned you to Khonshu’s lap. A long, bony beak appeared to your left, hovering over your shoulder. “Stop moving, little bug. That boy needs to learn a lesson on what’s mine. Only what’s mine to touch.” He makes a point to run the soft pads of cloth fingertips up the inside of your thighs. A shiver shot down your spine.

“What’s mine to feel.” They stopped at the apex of your thighs.

“What’s mine to hear.” A breathless moan fell gracefully from your lips.

Marc scoffed, a scowl etched into his handsome face. “Not like you can taste their sweet nectar,” Marc grounded out his god. The muscles that lined your thighs clenched at the idea. But… Marc was right. Khonshu’s lack of a real mouth hinders that ability.

A dark chuckle vibrated your brain. One of his hands traveled up to rest on your belly and kept you snug to his torso. “One of these days, I shall posses a mortal to finally taste what you brag. It might be even you that I use as a toy for my little bug,” Khonshu’s voice rumbles. You have to bite at your lip, anything to stop yourself from making any noises.

But, he sees it all.

Soft cloth pads skim your jawline. “Do you like that idea, Stardust? The worm might actually have a purpose for me.” Your eyes widened before hooding over, already putty in his hands.

“Like you know anything about that.” There was a hint of jealousy in Marc’s voice. Khonshu’s fingers twitched against the apex of your thigh. “You will never be able to taste their pussy. Not for yourself. Only with a body that isn’t yours.”

A cold drop of water dripped down your spine, causing you to shutter. Fear dribbled into your veins when the tension in the air tenfolded. Marc was going to learn his lesson not to mess with Khonshu.

Not when it came to you.

The shirt that once adorn your torso was promptly ripped off and discarded off to the side. You yelped and squirmed, not prepared to have your chest exposed so soon. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cool air brushing over them. Marc could be heard cursing under his breath, eyes watching the scene unfold before him.

Warm hands palmed at your freed breasts, playfully squeezing the flesh. You squirmed in his lap and rocked your hips without meaning to. The beak to your left slightly tilted up into the air. Fingers pinched at your nipples. Your breath hitched as your back arched up into the greedy hands. He continued to play with them, gaining noises he wished he could bathe in. This will have to satisfy him.

Your head tilted back as well to rest against his chest, back continued to be arched.

“Does this feel good, little one? Do you like having my large hands on you? Where I can feel every inch of your body?” The deep rumble of his voice inside of your mind did things to you. Your jaw dropped with a soft moan, eyes drifting over to his skull head. He was handsome in his own, unique way. From his towering presence to voice that could probably make you come just by him talking.

“Princess, come on. You think he has any control over you?” Marc bit out and brought you back to the presence. You gazed over at him, eyes lightly hooded over. A whine built up in your throat only to be cut off by a hiss. Khonshu harshly pinched at your nipples.

Shocks of pain and pleasure raced down your spine at the roughness. Your hips rutted up against nothing in search of friction. The man strained against the ropes once more in hopes they would finally give. The power of a god heavily outweighs his strength. They hold.

The god growls and gropes your breasts harder. “I do. You will sit there and watch as I pleasure my little bug. You will have nothing, not even scraps after I am finished with them,” Khonshu explains what is going to happen. You tug on the ropes binding your hands behind your back but they, too, are holding firmly.

His hands left your chest. One arm wraps around torso and easily lifts you up. The other hand grips at the waist band of your pants. With one powerful tug, the shorts are promptly torn from your body. They were also discard mindlessly. Your first reaction was to close your legs, nervous to be exposed like this in front of Marc. Him and others have seen you naked before, but you weren’t expecting this.

Both of his hands hold your thighs down on top of his, preventing you from closing off the sight. “Keep them open. Make them beg for it. Make them want you in ways they can’t,” he growls into the depths of your mind in a soft, rumbling whisper. His voice is husky, thick with lust and anger.

When he felt you timidly relax in his lap, he let one of his hands drift to your mound. Clothe wrapped fingers glided over your skin and cupped your sex. You couldn’t help your hips rutting against his palm.

A dark chuckle resonated in your mind. “Such a needy little thing in the eyes of my avatar. Do you know what he is thinking about right now?” You whined and turned your head away from Marc, eyes shut. Khonshu snarled. His free limb snatched your chin and forced you to face Marc again. “I didn’t say you could look away from him. Keep those pretty eyes on him, little bug. Or else, I’ll tease you for hours straight, never letting you come.”

“Please, no!” you pleaded, eyes darting up towards Khonshu’s face. His fingers squished your cheeks together. You returned your gaze back on the man in front of you.

There was a bulge in his pants. His eyes were focused on you despite the fact Khonshu hid away your exposed cunt. He watched when Khonshu allowed on of his lithe fingers prod at your entrance.

You wiggled your hips against his hand, desperate for the penetration. “That feels good, doesn’t it. It does. I can feel you getting wet, little bug,” he taunted darkly. Khonshu pulled his hand away to show off the slick on his middle finger. He used another finger to see the string of slick connecting the two. “Such a good little bug. So good for me.” You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the lost of contact.

“I wouldn’t be teasing you as much, princess. You know that. I would give you what you deserve,” Marc reasoned, trying to you to break free and come to him. The ache in his groin only growing. He wished to touch your skin, to feel you, to taste you. He wanted to feel your lips on his while he rutted into you passionately. “A good fuck.”

Khonshu hummed nonchalantly. “Oh, they will. You’ll get to watch as their tight pussy stretches to accommodate my size. The way it gapes, my cum leaking from them. I will mark them as mine, only mine.” You gasped at the touch of a finger prodding your entrance again. Another one joined it before pressing passed your labia.

The slick that gathered on the digits eased their intrusion. Your walls clenched down on his fingers as he pressed all the way to the knuckle. The fingers wiggled. They were against your cervix. God, he was so deep with just his digits. You groaned lowly in your throat, head tilting backwards again. Yet, a hand on your chin prevented you from soaking into the pleasure blindly. “I said keep your eyes on the worm.”

Through the haze of your mounting pleasure, you pinned your gaze on the stressed man. His gaze was directly on Khonshu’s hand. His face was twisted with anger. The former pleading and reason hadn’t worked before. The muscles in his neck bulged when he strained against his restraints once more. “Let me go, bird brain. You don’t even know how to treat them right. Fucking let me go!”

Only a chuckle echoed in the air. Khonshu pulled out his fingers until the pads rested on a place he knew so well. Then, they curled. You choked on a gasp, eyes snapping wide. He had immediately found your g-spot, heavily rubbing against it. His thumb settled on your puffy, throbbing clit and started to rub circles on it. You panted, eyes flickering down to his hand between your legs. No wonder Marc was watching you intently.

“But, you’re wrong, my avatar. I know every little thing about their body. Each quirk, each noise. I know everything. Even how to make them… squeal.” He emphasized his point by harshly pressing down on both your clit and g-spot. A cry left your lips, thigh muscles desperate to close on his hand. The pleasure skyrocketing into a territory that was too much for you to handle.

Yet, the god didn’t stop there. He started a fast, rough pace that left you reeling for ground to stand on. There was none. All you could do was sit there and endure the pleasurable pain that radiated inside of you.

“Khonshu! You’re being too rough,” Marc snapped, muscles bulging. It should be him pleasuring you like that, not him. Not that asshole of a god he was bond to. Though, it wasn’t unlike to be just as rough. But, he would rather be him controlling the situation than the Egyptian god.

If the god could, he would have a massive smirk plastered on his face. “No, I don’t think I am.” He made a point of thrusting his hand hard. The obscene noises between your legs only grew. “Don’t you agree, little one.” You clenched around his digits as answer, too focus on the impending orgasm. He groaned and curled his fingers every few thrusts.

The throbbing intensified. Your eyes left Marc as you gazed up at the god. “Khon, I-I’m going to-ah!” You tried to warn him but the words were hard to get out. He chuckled and tightened his hold around your torso.

“I know, little bug. Now, eyes back on the worm. He should get a front row seat to how you come on your god’s hand.” You obeyed his command, anything to get to the end.

Marc’s anger was still evident in his eyes while he looked at you. You knew if there was a chance, he would be directly between your legs, either fucking you into a oblivion or eating you out like a starved man. Khonshu kept his avatar firmly locked up; unable to touch not only himself but you as well.

“That’s it, love. Come. Come at the thought of me fucking you. Imagine it’s me inside of you,” Marc purred with a smirk gracing his features. “Imagine my cock making you feel this good. My cock feels better. I know it does.”

“Are you going to believe him, Stardust? You know how my cock feels inside of you, stretching you out, filling in places no mortal could ever even touch. You love the feeling of my cum dripping out of you, marking you from the inside out,” he spoke into your mind, voice rumbling.

Your brows pushed together, breath quickening. Your orgasm was right there, you were standing on the edge. “That’s it, come for your god.” Your entire body tensed up, shattering in his lap. White noise filled your ears, blocking out all the noises in the world. Fire pooled in the pit of your belly and spreading out to every corner of your frame.

As you came down, you squirmed and thrashed when he didn’t stop. The ropes bite into your wrists. “Such a beautiful sight.” One of them said it. You whined.

The fingers inside of you left. Your limp body was lifted up, unable to hold any limb, head lolling back against his shoulder. “You did so good, little bug. But you’ve got more.” You made another pathetic noise and looked at him through your dazed expression. He kept you lifted up for a few more moments. Then, you felt the familiar touch of a cock at your entrance. Your toes curled in preparation.

“Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” You could only nod your head and grind down on the tip. It barely through your labia before you were stopped. You whimpered and tried everything in the book to get him inside of you. He couldn’t just tease you like this and not allow you to sink down on him.

A hand grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up to your chest. The arm around your torso also included that leg. You were completely exposed to Marc as all he could do was watch the twitching cock prod your wet entrance. A whine built up in the back of your throat while Khonshu denied your wants and needs. Said god rocked his hips, dragging the head against your soaked labia.  

With a single push, the head broke past and entered inside of your warm, welcoming core. Your fingers clawed at the fabric of Khonshu’s stomach. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, he stretched you out each time. It’s like your body begged to be broken every time.

Khonshu sunk you down to the hilt and kept your body flush with his upper frame. You were a panting mewling mess just from him entering you. Your toes curled as you looked at Marc, jaw slackened.

The previous orgasm in your system aiding your ability to take him in one go. Your mind foggy, sluggish to think besides the lust simmering in your veins. You throbbed around his length. The god groaned in agreement, his hold tightening around you. “You love it when your god splits you open on his cock. In front of his avatar. Making the servant watch what I take as mine,” he purred into the depths of your mind.

“You took that so good, princess. Are you thinking about how it could be my cock?” Marc’s voice graced your ears. You hummed and slightly nodded. Truly, you were too dazed to understand what he had fully said. The cock inside of you taking away your ability to think properly. You didn’t care who’s it was. All you wanted was someone to be inside of you, fucking you mindlessly and turning you into a puppet for their enjoyment.

Khonshu scoffed. “No, they’re not. They have my cock deep inside of them, knowing it’s me who is ruining them for anyone else,” he snapped, his hold tightening on you. “You won’t get to feel what I get to feel. They’re so fucking tight. They were made for me. And me only. I am their god. They worship me.” Jealousy alit in his voice.

He decided to make a point by lifting you up until only the head was still buried in you before letting you drop. The sudden thrust of him filling you had you arching your back. It pushed more of him inside of your tight pussy, taking more than you every thought possible. The head far enough to bruise your cervix. You cried out, hands clawing at his stomach.

“I worship them. They’re so good. Such a good little bug, taking my cock,” he growled, thrusts quickening. Your brows furrowed together, jaw dropping again. You kept your eyes on Marc, trying to obey Khonshu like the good little human you are to him.

Clothed fingers touched at your exposed clit, throbbing with each deep, fast thrust into you. The size of him kept constant pressure against your g-spot, alighting your clit with need. His touch sent your head flying backwards, disobeying his direct order. But, the god was lost in burying his dick so far inside of you would forget about Marc, Jake, and Steven. You would only think about him. HisHe is your god.

Your legs were desperate to close, to fight off the sting of overstimulation crawling up your spine. The touch on your clit, g-spot, cervix was all too much for you to handle.

Yet, his thighs kept yours spread wide open, preventing you from hiding away from his avatar’s sight. The few times he would allow Marc to see you like this, so open and taking his cock. Khonshu growled. His arm tightening around your torso while his pace increased to a brutal speed.

Skin slapped against cloth so hard it caused your skin to tingle. The nerves alit blaze with each pound. You started to squirm. The pleasure growing to a point it hurt in such a good way. Your toes curled. A white ring forming around the base of Khonshu’s cock and only growing with each thrust. All you could do was take, take, take. There was no chance to wiggle free for a moment of rest.

“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?” The god’s voice thundered in your mind, echoing inside. His nimble fingers pinched your clit. You keened, tears pooling on the edge of your lash line. “Answer me!”

You find your voice, barely audible. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” That’s all you can scream out that could make sense. The pressure on your clit relaxed. He restarted his original speed on the nub again.

Everything ached down to the bone in the most sweetest of ways. You had been reduced to nothing more than a blubbering, drooling mess in his lap. Your head tipped back, unable to keep straight no matter how you hard.

The god tightened his hold on you, fingers digging into your thighs. Bruises left in their wake. “You’re mind. You understand? You’re mine to take. Mine to fill. Mine to hear your moans. Everything about you is mine,” he bit out. Your dazed mind wholeheartedly agreed. He fills your pussy in the best of ways, stretching you out and ruining you for any other person. You were his. Through and through.

“Fucking come, little bug. Come on my cock. Show the worms how much you love my dick.” Your body obeyed the god.

White flashed behind your eye lids and left you blinded. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even know if you were screaming as a chaotic silence engulfed you. Your hands pulled, tugged at the ropes, desperate for something to ground you. You felt like you were floating in a sea of lust and desire. Nothing to anchor you. Each thrust pushing you further out into the ocean.

In the back of your mind, it started small. The poke of overstimulation. You weakly moaned your discomfort and squirmed in his lap, muscles going lax again. Khonshu snapped his hips harder against you. He was lost in his own pleasure, desperate to fill you. Mark you from on the inside out. Those worms will never get this deep in you, tainting you in the way he does.

His hips snapped once, twice, thrice before pressing firmly to yours. Your body twitch, feeling his cock throb inside of you. Ropes of cum filling you up, staining your insides. The god is groaning inside of your mind, muttering how much you are his. He refuses to let up his tight grip, not every last drop is poured deep.

Your thigh is slowly released to rest on top of his own. Large palm petted down your sides, calming down your panting. Fingers teasingly pinch at your hard nipples for a fleeting moment. “Such a good little star, taking it all. You better not let any of it drip out.” You shuttered and whined at him. “You’re going to keep it all inside of you, right? I want you to feel it dripping out of you all fucking day. Even if Marc has a turn with you, your only thoughts will be about how deep I was.”

Dazed, you nodded and turned your head to nuzzle against his chest. He softened, hands continuing to pet your sides and the tops of your thighs. “Yes, you’re mine, little one.”

Khonshu was gentle when grabbed your hips and dragged you off of his cock. The pull rubbed across your sensitive g-spot, causing you to twitch. He shushed your softly and laid you down on the bed. A towel under your hips for the moment.

“You’re an asshole, Khonshu,” Marc grounded out, sounding like he was on the verge of murder. The god chuckled and cupped your cheek. Your eyes flickered over to the wrecked man. A wet spot in his pants.

“I like to think myself as generous. I could’ve blindfolded you, so all you could hear was their moans and cries. But, I was nice enough to allow you see and hear everything.” The hairs that stuck to your forehead were carefully combed out of the way. “Now though? You’ve bothered me enough. Leave.” His thumb stroked your cheek. You weakly nuzzled against it.

“What?!” Marc sputtered, face morphing with shock. He fought harder to free himself but again, he can’t win against a god. Not when his little mortal was in his hold. “You can’t serious think I’m going to willingly leave. They need care, love, and affection. You don’t even know single thing about any of those!”

The bony tip of a beak pressed a mock kiss to your forehead, nuzzling for a moment. Then, the god turned a dangerous look towards his avatar. “This was meant to be a lesson, but it seems you’ve yet to learn from it. I shall make sure it sticks next time. My little star needs rest and you are bothering them. Out!”

All the ropes that held Marc to the chair dissipated. Before the man had a chance to step an inch close to the two of you, a gust of wind sent him flying through the bedroom door. It promptly shut and locked.

Your god returned his gaze back onto you, shoulders relaxing. “Now, with the worms gone, I can focus solely on you.” His voice is gentle in your mind like a soft caress. You hummed, eyes drifting shut. You could still feel his cum slowly dripping out of you, staining the towel underneath you. “You did so well for me, little bug.” The corners of your mouth curled up weakly.

There was no doubt in your mind that Khonshu would move the stars and moon for you if you asked for it. He was yours as much as you were his.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Would you be interested in writing how the alpha boys would react to finding out/seeing after the fact that their omega was attacked (full on bloody and bruised) when they weren’t around? 👀

(I’m mostly curious about Blade’s and Jing Yuan’s reaction but feel add whomever you want as well~)

I did debate writing for this honestly but I did my best to write for at least three of them.

cw: omegaverse, injury, death.

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It was supposed to be like any other day: Them coming home from work, cuddling for a bit before bed, then resting until the next day. But the moment their mate walks through the door covered in blood and the scent of another alpha on them they're ready to fight. They may not have been bitten or worse but that doesn't change the fact that their mate is currently injured and frightened to death.

Blade

If it wasn't for how distressed his mate is he'd be out there searching for the one who did this to them. Fortunately for him he can tend to them while Silver Wolf and Kafka locate the scums where location for him. Though the entire time his hands shake with fear, anger, or his mara beginning to take over no one is sure.

Tends to their wounds himself, he's practically an expert that and he's so on edge right now that he can't stand the idea of his mate being in arms distance with any other Alphas at the moment even if he knows them.

Once they're all tended to and fast asleep in his nest he leaves them to deal with the scumbag. His mara may have been soothed by his mates presence but now that he's in front of the one who hurt them he let's loose. He's skilled with the sword and while he's swift with ending lives he toys with them a bit before ending them making sure they suffer as they go.

Jing Yuan

While he would like to be out there finding the one who did this to his mate himself his mate is his number one priority and thus leaves it to Yanqing and his knights to find the perpetrator. He stays by their side as they get their injuries treated and comforts them as best as he can until they're released to go home.

Builds them both a rather nice and comfortable nest with everything they both could possibly need so he doesn't have to leave their side more than necessary as he comforts them.

As soon as the criminal is captured they're definitely in for it, no body hurts the General's mate and gets away with it. He might decide to end their life then and there or make them suffer a bit it depends on their response to his interrogation If they're sorry for their actions he'll be merciful and kill them, a bit painfully but at least they're gone. But if they don't regret their actions he's going to have a bit of fun with this and let them live for a bit longer before finally dealing with them.

Welt

He might not have the connections to locate the one who hurt his mate but at least whatever information he does get is more than enough to deduce who did this to them. His mate takes priority first before he deals with the culprit.

He'll tend to their wounds as best as he can before bringing them to a doctor they trust and sitting with them through the whole appointment. When they get back if they don't already share a room already he's having them move into his room for the time being or forever it all depends on them.

Once his mate is treated and safe and sound he'll do his best to find whoever did this to them. As soon as he finds them he wants answers before he makes sure they regret ever coming near them in the first place let alone hurting them.

[ryuichirou]

Aphrodisiac/womb tattoo HCs

So we had these two wonderful asks from two wonderful Anons…

Anonymous asked:

this is lowkey cursed and i’m sorry… but how would the twst boys act if they ingested an aphrodisiac??? like the sexy soup scene from danganrompa 2? (rip ortho lmao)

i love the content, thank you for doing these hcs for us all !!! :D 🖤🖤🖤

Anonymous asked:

I wanted to say that just like that other Anon the Idia womb tattoo comic lives rent free in my head. Any headcanons for how some other characters would react to having a womb tattoo/consequences of having one ;)

And I’ve been going back and forth thinking whether I should write these as two separate lists or not: despite these two technically being different prompts, the end result is somewhat similar… So I decided to combine them, but specify the possible changing elements as much as possible! I hope it’s okay with you.

I’ll also talk about both tops and bottoms because I have seen some djs in which the top gets the tattoo and it just manifests in an uncontrollable desire to impregnate someone lol And sexy soup doesn’t discriminate, so neither will we >:3

Thank you so much for your patience, your asks and for enjoying our stuff. Let’s dive in.

Riddle – he would be so helpless. If he knows for a fact that there is a culprit to this (i.e. Ace added something to his tea, or someone casted a spell that came out wrong), he’ll take their head off. Then he’ll try to fix himself with magic or some other potion, but he’ll just end up significantly enhancing the effect of the spell/potion somehow. He’ll try to go to infirmary next, but will collapse on the floor helpless and horny until someone picks him up… imagine trying to help out your strict and proper housewarden just to hear him whispering something uncharacteristically horny to your ear because his womb tattoo is so bright you can see it through his west/the aphrodisiac effect is so strong he is drooling.

Ace – his go-to would be to lock himself in their dorm room and start masturbating lol but it won’t help him because the aphrodisiac is strong/the womb tattoo won’t go away until he actually inseminates someone. In his perfect world this condition of his would be a secret, but he is loud af, so people will absolutely hear him yelling “why doesn’t it go away??” from the other room. Pray for any guy who walks on him trying to fix this thing himself: Ace is desperate, he doesn’t care who this is anymore…

Deuce – he’ll 100% try to isolate himself, and he’ll do a better job at keeping it a secret than Ace (completely terrified of the possibility of being made fun of)… at first. After he masturbates and touches himself down there 34 times (HOW MANY TIMES??), and realises that he just keeps teasing himself and feeling even worse, he’ll bite the bullet and go ask for help. He won’t go to Ace though, he’s more likely to ask a senpai if he knows how to fix this… maybe Trey. He is smart.

Trey – he’ll instantly figure out what this is, and pretty quickly realise that this is probably the result of some kitchen or lab accident… he’ll miraculously manage to conceal his boner for an entire day, trying to solve the mystery of how the fuck is he supposed to get rid of it if masturbating would only make it worse. Then he’ll begrudgingly accept the fact that he has to have sex for this to go away, start thinking about every possible “safe” candidate… and end up fucking Riddle, which is the least safe option out of all of them lol but he got way too horny by the end of the day.

Cater – he’ll lie about feeling unwell and hide in his room. Then he’ll try to google either the spell itself (he’ll only find doujins lol) or some ways to get rid of the aphrodisiac’s effect, but it wouldn’t help much because to do anything he would have to leave his bed. He’ll try sleeping it off, but then wake up in the middle of the night feeling worse than ever with his sheets completely wet and his dick hard and red. He’ll probably go out of his room and jump the first guy he sees, pushing him against the wall just so he doesn’t see who is touching him. He won’t remember much about it afterwards… was it a dream?

Leona – he doesn’t have time for this bullshit: the moment he notices something shiny under his belly button, he’ll know what to do. It is very humiliating, but you know what’s more humiliating? Suffering with this shit for an entire day. So he’ll just call Ruggie and demand for him to cum inside until the tattoo is “filled” and goes away. Or until he sweats off all the aphrodisiac juices…

Ruggie – to him it’s a huge bummer that messes with his plans a lot. He’ll try to power through this, but he won’t be able to. This is the first time in Ruggie’s life when he wants to have sex because of horniness and not because of the perks it would give him. He would start sniffing the other beastmen sneakily, thankfully, they wouldn’t expect anything shady from him… he’ll probably end up being saved by Leona though, who yoinked him at the very last moment before Ruggie tried to pounce on some huge dog guy. Being horny makes you stupid.

Jack – he’ll try very hard to tolerate and hide it, but he won’t be able to :( He’ll start pacing around, panting with his tongue out, drooling, sniffing everyone… not to mention, the bulge is huge and very obvious. Sometimes the tattoo would randomly get shinier and stronger, and Jack would barely hold back the urge to hump the closest thing next to him. At some point he’ll give up and go to the infirmary, but will see Deuce before he manages to. He’ll breed him for 4 hours.

Azul – he is way too proud to ask for help, he’ll hide in his room for an entire day and refuse to leave his desk lol it’s so obvious he is hiding something under the table. He’ll be so irritable for an entire day, he’ll snap at everyone to leave him alone and get back to work… He is very good with spells and potion, so he’ll also try to fix it himself, but will also make it significantly worse. His only option is to demand the Tweels to bring him Idia without explaining anything…

Floyd – he’ll try to fight it for like 30 minutes because he didn’t want to get a boner wtf. He has no shame, so he’ll show the tattoo to everyone and poke it a lot. But he’ll get tired of it pretty quickly; so while Azul and Jade were discussing what they could do to help Floyd out and whether they should collect his saliva to study the aphrodisiac, Floyd just went and fucked someone. What? He wanted to.

Jade – it's definitely an uncomfortable sensation and he’ll try to get rid of asap, but… maybe he could show it to Azul and politely ask for a day-off, just so Azul yells at him to go away and not come back until that thing is gone? Maybe he’ll do that. And then he’ll think about who he would like to fuck, since he has this perfect excuse of “oh I am sorry, I can’t quite control myself”. Who would be the most inconvenienced but would have the most interesting reactions? Much to think about on his day-off.

Kalim – come on now, is there any other possible scenario? Of course he’ll wake up with a fever and a huge boner, all sweaty and in agony, and Jamil will lose 10 years of his life worrying about someone poisoning Kalim. He’ll make him drink 30 antidotes, and none of them would work because this isn’t poison, it’s an aphrodisiac… or a womb tattoo, which isn’t much better. So of course he’ll end up jerking Kalim off, and then having sex with him because Kalim would get so clingy that it’ll become obvious that there is only one way to save his life. Jamil will believe that it was necessary to save Kalim’s life for his own sanity…

Jamil – did he catch it from Kalim?? Anyways, he is less likely to use Kalim for this lol And he’ll also figure out pretty quickly that neither potions nor spells would make him less horny. Despite not liking the scenario at all, he’ll start convincing himself that maybe if he uses snake whisper no one would ever know about what he did…and as he starts rationalising this, he’ll get hornier and hornier in anticipation. But Jamil wouldn’t be Jamil if things went as he planned, so he’ll end up stumbling upon Azul. In such state... Jamil has never felt like he was actively leaking before… is this the worst day of Jamil’s life? Or the best day of Azul’s?

Vil – see, in theory he wouldn’t have any problems at all: all he needs to do is to excuse himself, call for Rook and be done in 20 minutes, but Vil is just as unlucky as Jamil sometimes, so it will happen at the worst time possible. Was there something in his drink? Did someone curse him in a sneaky way? Anyways, being around a bunch of sweaty guys for an entire hour of PE in that state was horrible. He was hugging his stomach and trying to sit down as much as he could for this entire time, crossing his legs and feeling very hot in his clothes. At some point he felt like he undressed completely and made his state visible to everyone, but thankfully it was just a hallucination. That scared him so much that jumped Rook the moment he saw him after class.

Rook – now this is someone who will enjoy the feeling of eagerness and horniness lol He’ll get interested in how much his body could endure without stimulation at that state. He is used to waiting out until certain poisons effect wear off, but this one is special – it doesn’t, it only gets stronger! So yeah he did a very stupid thing by waiting out for 3 days because by the time it became impossible to tolerate, Rook became delirious. Whoever he’ll jump in this state will be in his bed for a day.

Epel – he would be so horribly embarrassed and wouldn’t want to tell, but he is way too obvious. He would wiggle on his chair, be restless, pant and moan quietly, grab his stomach randomly. He would also stare a lot, especially if this is during the Magift Practice. He would transform into a “head-empty bimbo” lol Now is he going to get loved by the entire Magift team or is Rook going to take him back to Pomefiore to look into what’s wrong with him? Who knows.

Idia – we already know what would happen to him lol I’ll just add that he is probably going to try out having sex with Ortho first, but since Ortho’s seed doesn’t fill the “tank” that is Idia’s womb tattoo, he’ll just fuck his brother in vain. At least he enjoyed it, right?~

Ortho – human!Ortho that is (sorry, Danganronpa references…). Honestly, I feel like he’ll just cling to Idia instantly lol He won’t even consider an option of trying out any other remedy. If he feels himself burning with desire down there, he’ll just jump Idia and act all cutely, maybe even whine a little about how Idia is the only one who can help him. But despite being all cute and whiny, he’ll say pretty cursed stuff about producing offsprings with his niichan while fucking him. Afterwards he just shrugs and says that he doesn’t remember saying that but… Idia would be so shocked though: he didn’t know so much cum could fit into his body. He is terrified to look down.

Lilia – he would sigh and say that he is he too old for this, and that he haven’t felt like that in 300 years. He is not as strongly affected as he would if he was a bit younger, but the spell still won’t go away until he does anything to it. So he’ll just fly to his boys, pull up his shirt and playfully ask about who is in the mood to help him out; visually he would be completely unfazed, even if his dick would bulge in an obscene manner. Then again, he might also try showing it to Idia first because they had a conversation about this thing one time, and Idia thought that Lilia was joking when he said that he had experienced the tattoo before…

Silver – he’ll try to tolerate it. This isn’t the first time he has to tolerate the feeling of horniness, even though it usually isn’t this extreme + the tattoo is troubling. If it doesn’t go away by the end of the day (and it won’t), he’s likely show it to Lilia, but even before Lilia says something about the tattoo, Silver’s body would react to him just being in the same room. Silver will drop his head on Lilia’s shoulder and moan quietly, shaking a lot. This would surprise Lilia, but it’s all good, he’ll help out~

Sebek – he’ll also try to tolerate it because he is another “If I keep ignoring it maybe it will go away” type. He can’t talk to anyone about this, he can’t be seen like this! But he is absolutely going to: the boy is way too obvious. Similarly to Jack, he’ll get very red and start panting, almost crawling instead of walking. Is he hiding his boner or is his body not listening to him anymore? Your guess is as good as mine. But he will be as helpless as he would be dangerous because it will take only about 40 minutes of trying to endure this for him to start jumping on people.

Malleus – now this one is trouble; technically he is the only person in NRC that is powerful enough to neutralise the womb tattoo all by himself + his dragon blood would probably filter out the aphrodisiac very quickly if he wanted to, but… would he want it? He’ll think about it for a couple of hours while wandering around abandoned buildings, and then the heat and pain would get too annoying, but the thought of responding to and fulfilling this growing desire would start sounding kind of good in his head. Whether it’s Lilia or Sebek, whoever he sees first, would have the absolute honour of making sure Malleus’ body is satisfied. Pray for both of them because Malleus’ demands are insane: for the aphrodisiac to dissipate or the womb tattoo to be filled, it would take him 5 times the time that is usually necessary. He could even prolong it if he enjoyed it too much and didn’t want it to end. Technically. Not saying he is going to.

[mickeyluggage]

True detective: how to surround your protagonists with ghosts

Something that's really effective in terms of storytelling in True detective, is how many characters never actually appear on screen- they're mentionned, sometimes many times, and you can feel the weight of their existence on the protagonists, but you can never see them.

We hear about Marty's father being dead, about how strong he was, we can feel how attached to him Marty was. We know he had a huge effect on his life, that he very likely influenced the way Marty thinks a lot. But we never get to see him.

We hear about Rust's father as well, we hear about their relationship, what he learnt from him, but we never get to see him (nor his mother). We hear about Rust's daughter Sophia, we even hear about his wife a little, but they are never seen.

(In the original script, we were supposed to see her in a flashback, we were supposed to get a little glimpse into that scene which shook Rust to the core and changed the trajectory of his life; but it never made it to the screen.)

In a way, this also works really well with the series being detective drama, a genre in which we always spend a lot of time looking for someone (a culprit), who's mentionned but not seen until the very end, when the bad guy is arrested and we get to the conclusion of the story. True detective plays on this aspect by giving us both Reggie Ledoux and Childress; they play the role of the unmasked bad guy. But when it comes to actually dismanteling the pedophilic system that covered for them, nothing happens. And when it comes to showing us faces for the characters we've been hearing about for eight episodes, we get nothing. Because this is a world where nothing is solved.

The only way we can access those characters is through the lense of the protagonists' perspectives. We're stuck in their minds, firstly because they're the ones narrating the parts of the story which take place in 1995 and 2002, but also because we only ever hear about the people in their lives based on what impressions they left on them (i.e. the way Marty talks about his father). This has such an impact on the whole story for us as spectators, and it works really well to make sure that we are stuck with Rust and Marty. We're about as lonely as they are in their respective lives, we're as limited as they are. We're prisonners of their narrative, just the same way that they are prisonners in their own lives.

Every character, whether they are already dead or not, is a ghost.

I could make a whole other post on the way that this storytelling technique changes when Rust and Marty leave the interrogation room at the end of the series, once we see what really is and not a retelling of their own memories, (in fact I even wrote about that for my final exam), so if anyone wants to read it, well, I could do it ig

[anzulvr]

୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader I| Chapter: 06 ୨୧

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— After hyping herself up in the bathroom mirror for half an hour this morning, [Name] concluded she was capable enough to pull off her plan and manage to get demoted to E-class.

[Name] worried she might get herself expelled but looking back on Karmas situation put her at ease. They practically bring equal academic value to the school and Karma was able to get away with a lot because of it. They'd let him off the hook for fights, pranks and persistently cutting class. If anything this might not be enough to demote her.

A few days prior Gakushuu informed her that his father had a meeting to attend later today. The Chairman is constantly praised for his input during board gatherings, which is why [Name] decided she would sneak into his office and replace his notes for some fake ones written with Karmas assistance. She'd make her switch careless enough he could trace it back to her.

Karma also suggested switching Gakuhō's papers for some questionable magazines would be an easier, more impactful trick, he could get Okajima to give him a few, he probably wouldn't be super-compliant about giving them up but when was anyone ever compliant to anything Karma plotted? He got them but he didn't tell her how he convinced his friend to let him have them.

[Name] had never done anything that could get her into trouble at school, what if it went on her record?

"[Name]? You're here earlier than usual."

She jolted back in surprise and nervously held her hands behind her back, "Yeah, I thought I'd have a change of pace today." She was anxiously swaying back and fourth.

"You? Change? That's rich."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Last time I called you at 7 AM you blocked my number for a month."

Gakuhō came up behind Asano and rested his hand on his son's shoulder,"Gakushuu fix your posture."

Asano straightened up, The chairman looks over at [Name], "It's nice to see you again [Name], how have you been?"

"Im doing good, and you?"

"That's great to hear, I would like to talk more but I need to speak with my son for a moment, if you don't mind."

"I’ll leave you to it then, see you around Shuu!"

Perfect opportunity had risen, he was down here, that means his office would be empty this early in the morning.

[Name] opened his drawers and found many, many folders filled to the brim with papers. She wasn't sure how she was going to find the one she was meant to trade out.

She drew out her own papers along with the magazines, she couldn't help but question what kind of perverted friend Karma had that just has these lying around.

She was digging through them when she knocked into one of the opened sliding shelves a file titled "Confidential" fell out from a compartment hidden underneath the cabinet. She got the feeling she really wasn't supposed to open, the forbidden feel to it only enticed her more.

[Name] wasn't sure what she expected to find but it definitely wasn't government files about the moons explosion. They never disclosed this to the public, why would Gakuhō have this? Her eyes rushed through the pages, there was a picture of the culprit, a price on his head, and way too many details to take in. The documents alleged that End class students of Kunugigaoka High would be the main individuals with the responsibility of assassinating the out law. Failure to assassinate him by the end of the year will result in the extinction of the human race.

There was so much to process, she was going to die? In any other situation she’d doubt the authenticity of these papers but everything lined up with the moon explosion. She couldn't even humor the idea anyone could kill that thing based on description of his abilities alone. The files mentioned the creature being 3 meters tall, and a very long list of his documented capabilities such regeneration, super human speed and strength. It would be stupid to believe some high schoolers could assassinate a monster with the power to destroy the earth in seconds. Her future was essentially gone, and Karma, he knew about this all along.

'Did he expect me to go on living, knowing there's a good chance I'll die before I even graduate?’

How could he? He never mentioned this. This whole time he'd let her believe everything was fine. That he liked his class? The stupid bounty on the monsters life was giving him false hope.

She has good grades, sure, but that's pretty much all [Name] has going for herself. Now that she was thinking about how her future was over this all made her realize she never really had much of a future. Nothing made her stand out from the rest of her peers.

The members of the student council are everything she is and more. Not only are their grades outstanding they each have individual talents that set them apart from the rest. That set them apart from [Name]. The students definitely saw it that way, people often talked badly about how she didn’t deserve her spot with the rest of the student council.

In contrast Karma definitely has a lot going for himself. He isn't just smart, he's great at anything he touches. He has a good reason to live. Maybe that’s why he kept it a secret? He didn’t think it mattered in her case?

She felt herself tearing up, not knowing what to do with herself she kept flipping through the documents. Karma let her continue living so ignorantly, for what? So she could die soon without warning?

"[Name]. What are you doing here?"

Just like that she was taken out of her entranced state, "Nothing! I was waiting to speak to you, sir." She hid the file behind her back, ironically all she did was make herself more suspicious. Kaho did always tell her she was a horrible liar.

Gakuhō wasn't supposed to return to his office this quickly, then again she isn't supposed to be poking around where she's not welcome.

"There are serious repercussions for sneaking into my office and going through student files, you know that right? We place value in the privacy of our pupil."

"Principal Asano, It's not student files I'm interested in. I'd like to be transferred to End class."

“End class... What makes you suggest such a thing?"

“I know the truth.”

"You'll have to get more specific [Name], what truth?" He walked over to his desk, looking straight at her, she hands him back the classified file.

[Name] is taken aback when the chairman laughs.

He was being so casual about it still, for some reason, she felt like there was a knife against her throat.

"[Name] you're a good kid, I'd think about this twice if I were you. You'll have to renounce your position in the student council if I go through with your transfer. We really can't afford to have word get out either. You'll either forget everything you just read or you'll have to deal with the consequences."

His eyes scared her, she was in over her head.

His eyes shift to the messy table top, thanks to [Names] disorganized snooping. The duplicate papers and magazines were front and center of the clutter.

"What are these strange magazines doing here?"

"Those are, uh- not mine! I'll dispose of them regardless!"