#that and fuck nasty about it aswell

[dykespence]

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[pascals-doll]

unwanted smoke sessions

ellie williams x reader

ೀ this is just a pure nasty thought in my high mind rn like RIGHT NEOW!!! enjoy this mini drabble.

ೀ we seen mean!dealer ellie on 4/20 but what about sub!ellie yall likeee😩🤧

ೀ description: SMUT! sub!ellie, dom!reader, mean!reader, no descriptions of reader except yall is smoking!, mentions of dina!, use of sex toy (vibrator use—ellie rec), poessesive!reader, USE OF BELT BONDAGE (ellie rec), mentions of jealous reader, HELLA OVERSTIMULATION (ellie rec), fingering (ellie rec), slight cum denial (if u squint frfr) 💝

you had walked in ellie and dina having a smoke sesh together. they passed the blunt that was shared in between the both of them, sitting closely as their shoulders brushed each other’s.

you observed them for a good miniute before walking through, dina scooting away slightly which just made your blood boil more.

they were passing a dutchie, might aswell been fuckin’ french kissing while at it.

“you love this, don’t you? pretty girl.” you praised as you puffed on your joint lazily. one of your hands held the joint you puffed on as the other held a slim bullet vibrator up to Ellie’s overstimulated clit.

you were working ellie to her third orgasm of the day, legs sprawled open and wide across as her hands were pulled together by your own pretty shiny belt as they thrashed against her chest; squirming around as she cries out your name.

“jesus fuck—please!” ellie begged.

ellie wasn’t much of a moaner, more of a whimper and silent-like sounds falling from her lips, but tonight. tonight was different.

you wanted her to be loud, you were making sure of it.

“you also loved your little sesh with dina, huh baby?” you were coy and your face gleamed dangerously. you click the vibrator once, setting it higher. you listen to the way the vibration level increases through the loud buzzes coming from the beautiful pleasureable machinery.

you cocked your head to the side as you brought your joint to take another drag, your face completely deadpan as you press the tip of the slim bullet into her clit more then angling it.

you smoked your joint without a care, as if you didn’t have your girlfriend squirming and screaming right under you.

“no! fuck—please no, it was nothing! i swear.” she cried out, her hips bucking into the machinery helplessly. your brows furrowed, exhaling.

“oh… no? then why were you so close, my love? all gigglin’—smilin’ and shit. you think she cute?” you turn the vibrator slightly, circling it around her own cum coated clit aswell.

ellies chest heaved as she practically tore out cries from her throat because of the overwhelming sensation of pressuring high vibrations on her soak and vulnerable arousal. “god no! no! y’know this—pu-please!” ellie was crumbling, exactly how you wanted.

“know what? only thing i know is who’s pussy this belong too—you remember, don’t’ya?” you gritted through your teeth.

you leaned down to kiss away the tears that dare to fall from the corners of ellie’s eyes, bringing up your hand to caress her hot pink cheeks as you looked into her flushed and fucked out eyes.

“no! fuck no!—only you, always you.” ellies cry of denial fizzes into a sob. you began to pepper kisses all over her; her tear-stained cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, and down below. easying her.

“this sweet wet pussy—who does it belong too, hm?” your smile was so sweet and mean against the rhythm of her broken and sloppy kisses had her brain short circuiting. your eyes never left hers as you continued to smoke your joint down to a roach.

“you baby, i swear—pussy s’all yourss.” her fucked out state couldn’t stop her from slurring out. you watch the way her wrists squirmed together and shook while enclosed within your belt as her perky titties mushes together. you just gave her another teasing smile.

you took your ring and middle finger, lathering it in her leaking creamy juices as you fingers massaged her sensitive, erupting the most shallow moans from the auburn beauty. the way her cunt glistened while covered in her own cum had you salivating, observing the way her cunt basically sobbed for something while spasming around nothing.

your joint was nothing but a conetip, completely disregarding it as you flicked it with your finger before replacing hands, now using your dominant hand to hold the vibrator.

“couldn’t quite hear’ya, pretty girl.” you plunge your two fingers into her desperate hole, fucking your fingers in and out as you kept the slim bullet vibrator on her clit. the sensation of the high vibrations sending her body through carnal shockwaves as her belted wrists reach out to try to hold onto you.

“you, you, only you—fuck!”

“say you won’t smoke with her ever again—or you won’t come.”

“i-i won’t smoke—fuck me! i wont smoke with ha-her ever again.” the tiltalting wave of overwhelming pleasure as her body thrilled itself towards her fourth orgasm.

“say her name.”

“please! mm’soo close!” she begged, legs intensely twining together tightly closing around the bullet vibrations, clutching the vibrator onto her pussy for her dear life.

“say her fucking name!” you couldn’t help but yell as you felt jealousy swallowing your insides.

“gah! fuck me!—i wont ever smoke with dina again, i promise—m’yours! im cumming, fuck m’cumming!” ellie finally rides through her orgasm. you turned off the vibrator as soon you felt her cunt clenching sex mush around your soaked fingers.

you let out a happy hum as you brought your fingers to suck off clean, savoring the fruity salty she tasted like. you then were quick to unbuckle the belt from around her wrists, massaging them as you brought them to wrap around your neck as you pulled her into you.

“no more unwanted smoke sessions.”

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a/n: i love when my weed makes me cook sum up 4 all yall beautiful people !! hoping this will make yall happy till ts weekend, uploading chap. 4 of GATÚBELA ! love you all and thank u for the patience :3

ALSO IF MY GIRL EVER SMOKE W ANOTHER BITCH THATS A BODY IDGAF???? OSRS😭😭

[mimisplayground]

Hi hello! Just saw what u wrote about Ghost and? I mean yeah wow it was srsly amazing

If u want 2 and if u have the time could u maybe write smth similar about Krueger aswell?

Hope u have a good day o7

Krueger is also gross and nasty and i love him. Not as tall as some of the other guys, but so fucking built. Please do not think that just because hes 5’9” he can’t toss you around same as Ghost would.

Probably eats it messy, with his mask on and covering anything down there, the loose cloth draped on top of your stomach. You’re only able to feel the sensations, his hands would definitely pin your hips down.

Would definitely kiss you after making you cum and laugh if you cringe away from the kiss. Definitely manhandles you, if he wants you in a position he’s doing the work of moving you. Why would he waste words when he can do it himself?

Licks sweats from your forehead and the tears from your cheeks. Groans when you grip his hair and tug on it, definitely encourages you to keep doing it.

And when you both reach your peak, hes gripping you so tightly to him that you’re out of breath, unable to even squirm away. Keeps rutting into you and overstimulates both of you, and definitely feels pride when you slap his shoulder at the sound of him chuckling over your sobs.

The worst part? He would probably do all of this before you’re about to go out, leave his cum deep inside of you and slide your bottoms back up into place with a rough pat on the thigh to send you on your way.

(im baaacccckkkkkkk)

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

A/N: Hello Guys. Again, I am really sorry for not posting in so long. Took me a while to gain the motivation again but it's not fully back yet. But you get a (very) little chapter now. Oh and I wish you all a happy new year. Thanks for all the nice comments <3

Chapter XVI

It’s been a few minutes and he hasn’t said anything. He studies me, again. He always does that, silently trying to find my flaws. Innea doesn’t find that funny as well, as she grumbles in annoyance behind me.

‚Be careful. The black beast won’t like it, if you incinerate his rider.‘ I warn her, knowing that she’ll absolutely ignore it.

‚Codagh can fuck off, as if I’ll ever listen to what he says‘ she spits out.

I smirk, which the man in front of me doesn’t likes.

„You have an … interesting dragon, that chose you.“ I can practically feel the distaste, that radiates from him. Innea huffs, clearly as offended as I am. 

„She is perfect, I don’t care what other people think about her. She chose me, and I am honored to be her rider. I’ll hopefully fulfill her demands wisely and without .. flaws.“ I say.

„She is nothing special, just from the same den as the dragon from Riorson. And you are surely not special either. You are not to fulfill her demands, but those of Navarre, are we clear? This is why you are here, to defend the kingdom against any threat, no matter the form.“ He hisses while stepping closer.

„Are we clear, Cadet Melgren?“ He also has to emphasize the last name every time so that I am reminded of who (he says) has power over me. Not anymore.

„I am here, to defend those who cannot defend themselves. I will listen to whatever SHE demands of me, no-one else. I am NOT-“ I can’t react fast enough. The blow echoes across the flight field, loud and clear. No one dares to speaks. My head snaps to the side violently and my cheek burns. I can hardly believe it, but he actually dared to hit me in public. Not that anyone would intervene, no, that would be suicide. But now it is obvious that I am not enjoying any benefits. Only pain. And punishment.

Innea is furious, mad even. She roars loudly, while coming close, her head tilted to my father. She bares her teeth and curls her tongue like she wants to spit fire.

‚I will KILL him! Codagh can surely fuck off but I will NOT accept any disrespect against MY rider!‘ she roars loudly in my head and over the flight field. 

The ground vibrates as the black monster approaches us. Its snout twisted into a nasty grimace. God, it is so ugly, and yet so powerful. I hate it with all my heart.

'Innea, don't do it. We are only at the beginning of our adventure here. I refuse to let this be the end. Please take a step back. I will sort this out with him. He will no longer have any control over me, but he is still the commanding general of the Navarrean army. So please, don't let yourself be provoked, as much as I want to rip both of their heads off aswell.‘

I can sense the stares of the other cadets, riders and leadership. I don’t dare to turn my head to see who is judging, who has pity in their eyes, or who is just observing (we all know who I am talking about). Innea still grumbles, mad and absolutely terrifying. Shuffling can be heard, when Codagh reaches us, tilting his into my direction, directly staring into my eyes. Out of my eye I can see blue. 

‚Sgaeyl is to the right, if he dares to attack‘ my dragon says.

She would .. protect us? 

‚They all would. You’ve got your wing at your back. They definitely would defend you and me. And your friends would be the first ones to come to your rescue.‘

Fuck, I will never be able to thank them enough.

I raise my chin, looking my father in his (cruel and cold) eyes, ignoring his dragon at his back.

„I apologize, General. For offending you. My dragon and I will work on it, to strengthen our bond and hopefully manifest a powerful signet to defend .. the kingdom. We will protect those who can’t protect themselves and fight against any threat.“ If he noticed the pause he doesn’t let it show. 

He nods. „I’ll see you in a few weeks.“ He steps closer, to close for my (and Inneas) liking. „If I hear just one misstep, or one mistake, no matter you or your dragon, it will be over for the both of you.“ He whispers. All I can do is nod my head. He steps away and leaves me alone with Innea. I can finally breathe again. Fuck, one day he will kill me.

‚He will not. I will not let anything happen to you. You are my rider, I chose you and we will survive this together.‘

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[cocoadropp]

hobie brown was a nasty man!

Sitting in your bedroom gripping your sheets as a hand wraps around his dick and the other sniffing your light blue lacy panties, god he was fucked.

Leaky tip running down his tip and onto his thicker shaft.

His balls were full of cum, cum he wanted to breed you with.

“ngh, fuck luv’” he almost whines as his eyes were met with a picture with you and him on your vanity. Smiling and holding hands.

It was so innocent, to other people. Only you two knew what was really going.

Only hobie can see the way your smiling wobbled within the picture because the small vibrator bullet in your panties was on setting 5.

He bit his lip just thinking about how wet you got, in these exact same panties he was sniffing and getting off too. “S-shit.” His grip tightens on his dick, shoving his other hand with the panties onto his dick aswell.

So he can feel closer to you, he almost felt guilty.

Somewhere doing your girly shit while he sat in your private area to jerk off because he just loves you so much.

Loves you so much that he ends up recording what he was doing to send to you.

“Hey, luv’. M-miss you shit…make me so hard from just the s-smell of ya’. I wont cum though baby, nah. Cause you like when i wait for you hm? F-fuck. Love when i give you everything and don’t waste it?” Hobie moans from the chest, thighs twitching and spreading wider.

“I’ll wait for ya. So i can fuck that throat the way i want.”

[fratboychrissgfn]

ARE WE PRETENDING? PT. 2

plot: you & the triplets got invited to a party. it ends up with only you & chris alone in the night.

^ part one plot. go read it if you haven’t!

⚠️: slight cussing, oral (f receiving), smoking, pet names (ma,baby,), not that much use of pet names!! & idk what else , so read & figure it out 😍! don’t take this serious, it’s just fiction 😊.

as chris licks your folds slowly, sucking your clit slow and gentle. you try to close your thighs together as you get closer and closer to your release. “chris.. i’m gonna.. c—“ you say as you tighten the grip you have on his hair. you get cut off as he opens your legs wider. stopping you from closing them as you release onto his tongue. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. his nose shiny and wet with your cum dripping down his chin.

“you’re nasty chris” you say jokingly, “what how?” chris says as he rolls his eyes. “look at you” you stare his face up and down with the tip of his nose being shiny as his chin still being wet.

after he got cleaned up in the bathroom with you, “ let’s find nate and ma-“ you turn around and chris isn’t there. “chris??” you go back to the balcony and see him finishing the blunt. “what?? can’t let this baby go to waste.” chris says as he pulls ur waist in as he finishes the blunt.

you guys head downstairs and get nate and madi. nate is super duper drunk. you guys call matt to pick you guys up. nick comes along with matt aswell. leaving you and chris in the backseat. he rests his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle small soft circles on your inner thigh. you think to yourself as you look the opposite way from chris. you think to yourself.. what are we? are we still friends? was this all an act? is he just using me?

“what’s wrong, ma?” chris asks softly as the rest of the group talks with eachother. “oh.. it’s nothing. just thinking.” you respond as you nod. “baby you can talk to me, i’m here.” chris says as his grip on your thighs slightly tighten. “oh ill.. ill just save it when we’re home. is that okay?” you ask softly, “yeah of course”

30 mins passes by and you guys are now home. you head to chris’s bedroom as everyone else goes to sleep. chris follows you along. you lay onto the bed taking a deep breath. “hey. what’s up with the thing you had to tell me in the car earlier?” chris questions with his hand on your thigh. “um.. i don’t know if i should ask.” you say again a bit skeptical. “cmon, i won’t say anything.” chris says. “okay..” you take another deep breath, “w—what are we? i know we had to pretend to date and stuff for the party but what are we, seriously? we always flirt with eachother at times and at that party you.. uh well. y’know what you did.” you say in a serious tone.

chris’s eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your serious tone. “we can be whatever you want y/n. i’ve liked you for awhile now.. i been wanting to ask you if i can be your boyfriend.” chris says with a soft smile as he gently rubs your thigh as he lays beside you.

“ are you being serious? you.. liked me??” you question. “yeah i’ve liked you. for years now. i just.. i didn’t know how to tell you.” chris says with his tone lowering. “i’ve liked you too chris!” you say.. but you remember that girl amber. his “talking stage” “wait but.. what about amber?” you ask chris. “oh her? she’s nothing. she’s boring and weird as fuck. might as well block her.” chris says as he grabs his phone blocking amber right infront of you. you smile a bit as he kisses you and wraps his arms around you as you fall asleep happy knowing that you guys are now official.

THE NEXT DAY

you guys had school today. completely forgetting. you got ready as everyone waited for you in the car. your outfit is here. you hopped in the car as chris noticed you matched him. “took you long enough” matt says. “oh shut up” you say jokingly. “looks like we got a pair of twins in the car?” nick says as he stares back at you and chris. “mm guess so. i look better though.” you say, “yeah you do” chris says, making you blush slightly.

you guys get to school. you’re walking with chris and that’s when amber comes. “chris! what is this.? why are you matching with someone like y/n come on you know im better for you. “ she says as she whines pushing her fucking tits together. you give her a dirty look. “fuck off, amber.” chris says pushing her out the way not even looking at her as you walk off holding hands. you look back giving amber a petty smile.

it’s the end of the school day and you get a text. “ meet me behind the school, bitch.”

you laugh at the text, knowing it was amber. you walk to the car where nick matt and chris are. “i’ll be back guys, gotta handle something. think you can give me like.. 10 minutes?” as you put ur stuff in the car. “yeah sure” matt says. you walk to the back of the school, feeling the triplets gaze on you. they were very protective over you. nick and matt always treated you like a little sister.

you get to the back of the school and see amber alone. “what do you want?” you ask amber. “why the fuck would you take my man? he was MINE.” as she steps closer to you, raising her voice and crossing her arms. you laugh in a petty way, “yeah he was yours but his face was buried in between my thighs? get a life, amber. no one wants to be with a hoe like you.” you say as you walk off.

“FUCK YOU!” amber shouts. you look back at her as she starts crying. making you laugh even more. you get to the car. “sorry for the wait.” you say. “it’s all good” matt says. the triplets are completely oblivious to what just happened.

this part was VERY short!! sorry guys but thanks to everyone who reads my stories 💕! love you all! lmk if anyone has requestsss.

[thefanficsideblog]

Moonlight And The Break Of Dawn - Astarion (Part 1/5)

Content Warnings: Mentions And Reference To Abuse, Trauma and Consent Issues. Canon Compliant Trauma, Violence and Threat. Canon Divergent Powers. No Use Of Y/N, Tav Supplemented. Gendered Pronouns Used (she/her). Not Beta/Proof Read.

This was written for a friend and myself but I thought I might aswell share it here.

Behind every exquisite thing that existed there was something tragic – Oscar Wilde

No grave can hold my body down, – I’ll crawl home to her – Hozier

Your presence will be sun in winter – Alfred Lord Tennyson

The road is long and the path is winding, you had never really given it any thought before but the days under your feet that put distance between you and the crash, are both exhaustingly long to comprehend and not far enough. Though you wonder if any distance could be far enough. Your head is throbbing, an irritating repeating painful pulse that surges through your mind between steps. You wish you could blame the pain on the tadpole swimming around in your cerebellum but you know the much more likely truth- you're dehydrated. And more than that, you're lacking a decent amount of blood in your system to compensate for that. You let your eyes shift to your left where Astarion walks a few strides ahead of you, he is walking with such energy and a strange type of confidence, even for him. You wonder if he knows what you do, you wonder if he has the slightest clue that he hasn't fooled you, not for a moment, not even the smallest amount. He thinks he has everything laid out, this perfect little plan, he thinks he is playing you like a fiddle. But you're smarter than that, smarter... but not wiser. You can read his manipulation like a favourite book, because in some ways that's exactly what it is. You've done this before. You recognize this. In it's twisted way, it feels like coming home. He is using you, and you're letting him.

You want to feel guilty about it, you want to be mad at yourself for not falling for his facade but actively walking directly into this trap of his. But you cannot bring yourself to be. Because for all the planning and scheming. For everything he is trying to achieve with you, you know one more thing, one thing that maybe he doesn't even know yet. You know why.

His hands flex in the sunlight and you know he is pretending it's not stunning him, but it has been a lifetime since he got to be in sunlight, you don't blame him for basking in it. It’s almost enough to keep him from complaining about the bugs as you navigate the wetlands.

Astarion swats away a bug with his hand and mutters a few curses under his breath. “I cannot wait to be free of these bug infested woods,” he says, as if it was everyone else’s responsibility to make that happen.

“Used to fancier environments are you fancy boy?” Karlach asks.

“Most certainly, it’s not hard to have higher standards than somewhere where these little cretins bite you for taking a step,” Astarion points out. “I know the better places in Baldur’s Gate, no nasty little buzzing critters guaranteed.”

“Blood suckers,” Shadowheart muses at the mosquitos. “You think you would have more sympathy for them Astarion.”

The look he shoots her way is a smile, but it’s so full of malice that it is much more of a grimace, “Oh so you can make jokes?” he asks. “Not forbidden to laugh under your false god?”

“Let’s not,” Karlach laughs, clapping her hands together, “let’s not start anything that I will have to finish.”

“I say let them have it out, fighting will only make us stronger,” Lae’zel offers up, swiping at a vine that leans too close to her body for her comfort.

“Let’s keep the fighting for the enemy, if we start fighting amongst ourselves, then we are truly fucked,” you point out, walking faster to put yourself as a social shield between Astarion and Shadowheart, who look equally likely to attempt to draw blood.

“Sunshine to the rescue,” Astarion teases. If you weren’t too busy trying to decipher if he is genuinely irritated with your interference, you might pay more attention to the way he calls you that: Sunshine. You might be able to see the layers within it, read all the implications in such a simple word. Sunshine: something he has been denied for years, something he never thought he would get to have again, something he didn’t know he missed until it wasn’t able to access it. Something he is scared of losing again. But you notice none of that, not while you’re trying to read past the gentle slumping of his body against a nearby tree, the way he cocks his head to the side, watching you. The tiny curve in the corner of his mouth that might be all that slips through in an attempt not to smile. He leans back like a bored rake eyeing up his next conquest, something that on anyone else would be unflattering, but on him it’s ungodly elegant, and you have to look away.

“Hello,” comes a voice from the rocks. The whole party glances up to see a man moving in a hurried manor down to greet you. His hair is long and his movements determined, but he still meets your gaze with an attempt of a smile.

“Hello?” you echo back at him.

Astarion eyes the man with reproach which you admit it’s new for him, everyone is either someone worth charming or someone he would rather not be bothered by, this man certainly seems to be the latter. “Must we stop and speak with every wayward walker?” he huffs.

“I won’t take up too much of your time,” the man assures you, eyes flitting to Astarion, “I’m Gandrel-,”

“Oh, you are Gur,” Astarion says, stopping his slacking, and standing up really straight, arms crossed neatly cover the cotton of his black shirt. “Monster hunter, come to cast some type of curse?”

You elbow Astarion and he looks genuinely confused as he complains at the almost violent interaction. Gandrel laughs it off, looking not half as inconvenienced as you would have expected. “And every other thing people think my kind can do, honestly I wish I could do half of it,” he says, “but alas, we are mere mortals.”

“Brave words for men who hunt monsters,” Shadowheart says, looking almost apprehensive at the man in front of them. “So what are you hunting?”

“Let me guess,” Astarion says, moving his hands around as he speaks, all theatre and brimming with a strange type of enthusiasm. You’d almost think he was nervous, but you haven’t seen him nervous before, why would he start now? “Wendigo? Or better yet some winged horror?”

“Nothing that exciting I am afraid,” Gandrel states, his smile is welcoming, “some vampire spawn.”

If Astarion could get any paler, he would in his moment, his muscles stiff and his words threatening to falter, you sense his panic without as much as a glance. “A vampire spawn?” you ask, hints of laughter in your voice. “Not even a full vampire, how is that worth your time?”

Astarion glares at you, but he knows what you’re doing so he holds in a pout before adding. “I don’t know, spawn can be quite a handful, powerful things,” he says.

“Your friend is unfortunately right, and this spawn… he is particularly dangerous,” you don’t take your eyes off Gandrel, afraid if you look at Astarion you might see him smirking, “I was wondering if maybe you’ve seen anything.”

“What do you know about this spawn?” you ask, scorning yourself mentally for not coming off more subtle.

“His name is Astarion,” he starts, and you don’t hear much more after that, he begins to explain why he is hunting him, and what he has done, but the words just blend into the wind, and you are doing everything you can to try and act calm. You hear the words dangerous and volatile and in some deep met instinct you step back and in front of Astarion, leaning into him, you look afraid. You look like the man’s stories are bringing you concern, like you’re seeking comfort. But you’ve learned enough from wolves to know how to play this game. Astarion doesn’t know how to respond to your sudden proximity and just stands idle, listening to the man talk.

“Well I…” you look for the right words, the right approach to take.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Gandrel assures you. You feel sick to your stomach, this man is trying to be kind, his concern is genuine, and you know as well as the others that Astarion is not a saint, he is no pinnacle of good, he has done things. He has done unthinkable things. But he was surviving, and you cannot think you would do any different. Not that he ever had a choice in those awful things, Astarion has not had a choice in anything in two hundred years. “But you should be careful.”

“It sounds like this is a real threat,” you manage.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Astarion asks, “maybe we should… do something about the threat?”

“What would you do, if you found him, kill him?” Shadowheart asks, taking a little too much joy in this situation.

“No, I am on orders to bring him back alive,” Gandrel explains. The fear rolls off Astarion in waves, somehow that is worse, somehow that is so much worse. You’ve not doubted for a moment, since he told you, since you found out what he is and how he became it, Astarion would rather die than go back to Cazador, and he really doesn’t want to die.

“We shall keep a close eye out,” you say. You feel Astarion’s discomfort. He does to express something, annoyance perhaps but you look up at him, and he can hear you in his head, clear as that first moment when he saw your memories from the crash.

‘Trust me, I am not letting him find you, just trust me.’

And it takes all his effort, fighting every instinct he has, but he does. The others start to continue moving, and you watch Gandrel setting up camp. “I’ll be right with you,” you tell the others, letting yourself fall behind.

Gandrel is a good man from all you’ve seen. You know Astarion wants him dead. You can understand why he would feel that way, because as far as the eye can see it’s the way to keep Astarion safest. But you have another idea, a long shot, probably will end up the same way, but you’re going to try it anyway idea. And it has your hands shaking.

“Can I help you?” Gandrel asks, looking up at you from where he is laying out his bedroll. You cannot do this with his eyes on you, so you force yourself to do something you’re not very good at. You think on your feet.

“Strange question but you don’t happen to have any… wispweed do you?” you ask, eyeing his bag. “I have some payment, I just am running low.”

He gives you a smile and your heart plummets into your stomach. “Let me look,” he says, turning to reach into his bag.

You reach forward as fast your can a hand either side of his temple and you blood all of your power into freezing his muscles, you wait a short moment, checking that it has worked, but when all you can hear is the slow beat of his heart you move with more conviction. You haven’t done this in a long time, and you’ve got to get it right. You’re navigating his mind, looking for the right place, the right centre to alter, finding the pulses and the pathways. When you find them you can feel your own nerves starting to burn, this is not easy magic, this is not careful magic, it is unstable and you need it over quickly. “You don’t know anything about Astarion, you are not looking for him, and you will not find him,” you start saying, feeling the magic changing the pathways as you command it to, “even if you found him, you could not see him, you could not hear him, you would not know who or what he was, and you can never learn,” you feel sick but you know the last thing, the other thing and it tumbles from your lips before you have time to reconsider, “and if you were to be at risk of causing him harm, you would slit your own throat before putting him in danger.” You step back and your mind is swimming, the tadpole is feeding off the energy and you take no comfort in that.

Gandrel pauses before resuming what he was doing, he turns to you, empty handed. “Sorry,” he shrugs, “no luck.”

“No worries,” you say, voice shaking, “I will keep looking,” you turn on your heels, “Gandrel?”

“Yes?” he asks.

“Good luck on your hunt,” you pause, “what are you hunting again?”

He is quiet for the longest time, “A… hag?” he sounds unsure, “must be, that’s what I know is in this area.”

“Keep yourself safe,” you tell him. He tells you to do the same as you disappear to catch up with the group.

“Smart move that,” Karlach is saying to Astarion, “she has quite the head on her shoulders.”

“What?” Astarion asks, he hadn’t been paying attention, trying to listen at a distance to what you were saying and failing.

“Tav,” Karlach says, “pulling the whole wolf bit.”

“What in the gods are you talking about?” Astarion asks. Karlach eyes him, surprised that he missed it.

“When she stood in front of you,” Karlach says, like it is obvious. “Playing scared, it’s a wolf trick. When a wolf is being threatened their female mate often cowers underneath, hiding close, it looks like she’s afraid but really she is protecting the softest and most exposed part that the enemy could attack, the throat,” as Karlach explains it becomes painfully obvious that was exactly what you had been doing, you’d stepped into him, to put yourself between him and the threat, you’d been acting scared to protect him, “so when she-,”

“She was shielding me,” Astarion muses, “how thoughtful, and entirely unnecessary.”

“Sure buddy,” Karlach says laughing. “Because you weren’t scared shitless.”

“I am not dignifying that with a response,” Astarion states.

You catch up to Astarion and Karlach’s stride and Karlach starts that excited gushing she does, talking about something you wish you knew more about, but are happy to listen. “He won’t be a problem,” you whisper to him as Karlach talks. He doesn’t respond, but you can see in his eyes that he is trying to process your words. “I didn’t kill him,” you manage, quick and quiet, “but he would die before he sets eyes on you again. You don’t need to be looking over your shoulder, at least not for him.” You don’t miss the way Astarion is watching you, almost like he is hungry.

You’re setting up to settle down for the night when he beckons you over, he has barely said a thing since Gandrel and you weren’t sure if you’d upset him somehow. “Can we have a word?” he asks. You nod and follow him as he walks a distance from the campfire, leaving the others in the low amber light. “What you did,” he starts, but you’re already shrugging it off.

“He was a threat to you, I couldn’t let that be the case,” you say. He is flickering his eyes over yours, searching for something.

“That pesky little moral code of yours, you couldn’t kill him,” he says.

“I didn’t kill him,” you echo your earlier sentiments. “But I neutralised the problem… permanently.”

“You used mind magic,” he realises, you try again to shrug it off like it is nothing, but his is smiling, and it’s so coy and mischievous.

“I did not expect that to give you an ego boost,” you admit.

“That’s not easy magic darling, and you went to all that effort for little old me?” He is leaning in, grinning, his fangs unabashedly on display. Your knees feel weak at the sight of him, and you know he knows it.

“I wouldn’t let him hurt you Astarion,” you tell him, “I promised you that much. What I said when I found out what you were, I meant it. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you get your freedom back, I mean that.”

He steps forward and you step back, and your back presses into a tree. He leans, one hand resting against the bark of the tree, just above your shoulder, almost pinning you in, as his other hand reaches up to brush a few loose strands of hair from your face. “Well, I suppose a thank you is in order,” he says, holding your chin between finger and thumb. “A reward for your protection.” He kisses you, it’s heated and fast, you can feel the way he presses against you and it steals almost every thought you have. You want this, of course you want this, you don’t remember a time you didn’t want this. But something about it makes your heart sink. Maybe it was the look in his eyes as he leaned for you, like it was so rehearsed, like he was playing this role, or maybe you can just feel something wrong, something insincere. You pull away and Astarion is nothing short of stunned.

“Is there a problem,” he asks, leaning in again, trying to regather is bearings, but you just turn your head away.

"Astarion- stop," you tell him. His whole body goes rigid, completely lost in confusion.

“I guess I misunderstood,” Astarion says, and you swear he sounds hurt. It’s his fear, the rejection, you realise so quickly, like a match being lit, what he thinks is happening. He thinks you don’t want him to kiss you, he thinks you don’t want him. He couldn’t be more wrong.

"No, it's not that, gods it's not that," you assure him. "I'd take being side by side with you, not even close enough for shoulders to brush, than... anything with anyone else. That's not it."

He blinks and his voice comes out more bitter than you would like it to be as he speaks, “then what the hells is it?” He is curious, confounded, completely unsure of where this is going. He has not been rejected, not for a long time. How could anyone turn him down? He knows he is beautiful, everyone tells him as much, he is charming and this routine always works, and yet you pull away.

"Astarion, I don't want you doing this because you think you have to," you say. Astarion isn’t sure he has heard you right. He thinks the words must be in the wrong order, or that they came out wrong.

“What?” he asks, voice devoid of any tone.

“Astarion I don’t want you to… do this, whatever this is, unless you want to,” you tell him. He is slow to register your words and you can see that on his face.

“Don’t you want me?” he asks. You feel like you could snap, the need in his voice, the desperation to be loved, wanted, desired. In spite of everything, he still craves that.

“Astarion, I want that, of course, but I only want it if you want it,” you try to explain. “I don’t want anything you don’t want, I don’t want you to do this because you think you owe me. I protected you because I care, because I wanted to, I didn’t do it so you would reward me.”

Everything he has been doing was instinct, it was taught behaviour, it is exactly what he has been doing for hundreds of years to survive, but now it was different because he wasn’t doing it for Cazador, he was doing it from himself, to protect himself from Cazador, so in it’s own way nothing has changed. It was a simple plan, sweet talk, seduce, bed, create a sense of bonding and then know that there was someone in his corner, someone who wouldn’t turn on him, someone to protect him, fight with him and for him. But you were doing all the work, you were willing to fight for him, and you weren’t asking for anything in return, and more jarringly you weren’t expecting anything in return.

"How did you know?" He asks, not able to meet your eye.

"Because our wounds might be different but our scars match just fine," you tell him. "Not being able to say no, and feeling like you cannot say no are close siblings in pain."

He is watching you now, closer, like he is seeing you anew, or maybe just truly seeing you for the first time. He had thought that you were easy to manipulate, that it would be straightforward, and in ways it was, it had been, it was easy, natural even. But he hadn’t considered how strange and natural it was to you. How you looked at him with such knowing, such understanding, but never once asked for the truth when you knew what he said was lies.

He watches you look away, turning from the light, as if you’re scared of all the things it might illuminate, suddenly lay bare.

"But you want me?" He asks.

"I don't want anything you don't," you tell him. He sighs, raking a hand over his neck, a little agitated that you're not hearing what he is asking.

"That's not what I mean, you would want me," he says, more of a statement now than a question, but his eyes still beg for an answer.

"Yes," you tell him, "I don't know how well that might go, or what that would look like but yes, I want you, and I would want to, or I want to want to... it's complicated."

"I know," he says and you know he does. "When you stepped back from Karlach," he says slowly.

"I struggle with... contact sometimes," you admit. You'd known Karlach wasn't going to touch you, that she couldn't touch you but you'd flinched anyway and it haunted you. You can feel Astarion looking at your neck now and you pinch the edges of your collar to pull it down and give him better access but he doesn't move.

"Why do you let me?" He asks.

"You need it," you say. "And I want to help."

"So, after all this you're going to start keeping things from me now?" He asks, almost coy. "Come on darling, tell me the truth."

"You need it, and I want to be needed, if I can offer you this, knowing the others can't, I know you're less likely to run from me," you say, staring at the ground, "you're not the only one looking for protection. You wanted it from the world, I wanted it from being left behind."

“You are protecting yourself,” he whispers. His eyes dance over you, taking all of you in, and he cannot help but wonder, how you could reduce yourself to thinking your only worth the blood pulsing through your veins. He catches himself, and wonders how he could let you feel that way. Or worse yet, if he made you feel that way. His plan was so easy, so simple, and it felt like you were falling for it, like he could make you fall for him, the guise, the mask, the charisma, like it was second nature. But that’s what he had been wrong about, you had fallen for him, it was obvious in those eyes that were staring right back at him. He had you at this point, this moment in time, where you would leave the entire world behind for him. But not the him he meant for you to feel this way about, the act, the rake, the smooth talker with the smile like a devil. It was the part of him that he buried under that, the man behind the vampire, that was the Astarion you were so desperate to help, to hold onto. He can not understand this care you have for him, or the feeling in his chest that is blooming from it. He doesn’t know how to do this right, not when he is known, when he is seen, when he is wanted in all the ways he had long forgotten you could want a person. Before Cazador and the betrayal and the sex and the death. The way you can want a person exactly as they are, no conditions, and no strings. You look at him and everything you do not say with words is written clearer than daylight on your face: ‘show me your sharp edges, show me your thorns, show me the most dangerous, unlovable parts of you, and I will show you my hands, open, waiting, willing to bleed.’

“You give up parts of yourself in the name of protection,” Astarion says, ringing his hands together, trying to look less fidgety, but the more he watches you, the more he understands the more this warmth spreads up his neck, this strange flush in his chest. It feels as if by some strange miracle of existence, his heart is trying to beat.

“But I am telling you,” you insist, “you do not need to do that for me, I am here, I will stand by you Astarion, hells or high waters, so you don’t need to pretend, you don’t need to do something because you think it is what I would want from you.”

“I am not pretending,” he says, a little more honest than he expected from his own mouth. “My attraction to you is genuine, my connection with you is…” he pauses, unable to find a way to make it make sense, “confusing. But I am not pretending.”

“You were pretending, you were manipulating me,” you point out.

“And you were letting me,” he says. You shrug.

“I am not stupid enough to imagine I was more than useful Astarion, which is why I want to continue being useful, we can have each others backs, and no one is left without someone in their corner, but you do not need to try and… you don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable on my behalf.”

Never in his life has Astarion wished he could hold someone without that feeling of disgust and guilt, never has he wanted to kiss someone more than in this moment. But he knows what follows, he knows how Cazador has seeped into everything, and tainted it all. Ruined it all. He doesn’t even know where to begin to undo that damage, he doesn’t know if there is a way to undo that damage. But never has he wanted more to try. He looks at you now, and he wants to kiss you, to kiss you without it being this strange twisted regret that it always becomes. He want to be real, he wants to kiss you and mean it, and let it be only what it is and not a reminder of everything that has happened to him. But he doesn’t know how to do that.

“I do care about you, you know, and I wish, I wish I knew how to be different,” he says, “but I haven’t had the time to figure that out.”

You shrug. “You’ve got all the time in the world to figure out whatever you need to figure out for yourself Astarion, and I am doing everything I can to keep that true, so we need to keep moving, and get these nasty little fuckers out of our heads, and separate Cazador from his, and everything else, we can figure out after.”

“You truly do just want to help me, don’t you?” he asks. True, selfless love, that wanting for another person, not for what it mean to you, but just so they can get what they deserve and be happy. If he asked you to stay, you would, you would drop everything to stay, and if he asked you to go, you would do the same, because you only want what is best for him. Astarion has never known a feeling like that, and he is chasing it, clawing at it, trying with both hands to get a good grip so it doesn’t slip through his fingers and run out of his grasp. He doesn’t think he could find this again, he doesn’t think he would want to. He just knowns he can’t lose this, this feeling like a beating heart in his chest when he looks at you.

“I do,” you say. “So, are we going to do this?”

“I think so Sunshine,” he says, letting that smile return, even if it is just to disguise this nervousness that is pounding at his skull.

“Okay good, then take what you need and we can get on with things,” you say, pulling your collar aside so he has best access to your neck. He looks at you and lets his eyes wander to the slope of your neck, he places a hand on your side pulling you closer and you let yourself be calm, let him do this. He leans down for the bite, lips pressed against the pulse point, and you wait for the soft pain, the dizzying feeling, but it doesn’t come. His lips brush soft and cold against that pulsation and then they pull away, leaving you with nothing but a ghost of a kiss where teeth marks should be.

“You’re worth more than that to me Sunshine,” he whispers, close enough to your ear that you can feel his words against your neck. “So much more,” and he pulls away, not giving as much as a glance as he walks back towards the others, leaving you puzzled with your heart thundering in your chest.

“Oh Star,” you whisper, to the wind more than to anything or anyone. “You are never going to be able to be unloved by me.”

[soobinspet]

Hello, can you write an NSFW Alphabet with Intak?

Hello, hello ! I sure can, there u go

NSFW Intak alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

I think he’s big onto aftercare, he thinks it’s important to let you know he loves you after he roughly fucked your brains out 😔 he’d kiss and cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms, would probably get you a glass of fresh water too

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Definitely loves your legs, he loves to kiss them and caress them also loves your ass (he’s an ass guy lol) but not as much as your legs, on him….his dick lol he just loves it cuz he knows how much effect he has on you when he’s inside you. I think he’s also proud of it

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Intak loves when you let him cum inside you but he loves cumming in your mouth and see you swallow it, he loves how dirty it is and how much you enjoy it. When it comes to you he also loves making you squirt and drink you up (kinda nasty but believe me he loves it)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Doesn’t have any, he’s totally transparent and open. He lets you know about every single of his fantasy and his secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Just enough to know the basics, he wishes to be a bit more experienced but he doesn’t really have time to experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

DOGGY STYYYYLE, he loves to be able to grab a fistful or your hair and pound into you, making your ass bounce on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s really serious, he’s here to do one thing and HE WILL got it done. He’s here to have fun but not here to laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he’s pretty well groomed maybe not completely but enough for you to be able to see what he has to offer lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not romantic at all but makes it up to you with a sweet/loving aftercare afterwards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he jerks off that much because he just goes to you whenever he needs sex uk what I mean, if he wants it he doesn’t waste his time jerking off on his own bc he knows he can have u

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely into really nasty dirty talk, a bit of a size kink, loves it when you praise him about how he’s too big for you: “your pussy’s so small I don’t know if I can fit in”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The sofa in the middle of their livingroom, he loves the risk of it, he loves to think about how one of the members could just walk in and catch the both of you. He loves fucking you in the bathroom aswell, he loves how slippery you both get which makes it easier for him to slide in n out of you, he also loves how the warm water makes the bathroom so foggy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Intak+jealousy= ♡, he just loves it sm when you get jealous and he won’t admit it but he loves it when you make him jealous aswell… it’s kind of a game between the two of u. Loves it when you wear “slutty” outfit for a party. He knows that once you get back he’ll be fucking you into oblivion: “how many men stared at your ass ? Mh how many ?” “They might stare but they’ll never get to do what I get to do”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Scat/piss/blood/r^pe or age play (it’s just too disgusting). Turned off when you don’t take initiative. He hates the pillow princess type of girl.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t have a preference he likes both. If you want it then he’ll give it to you. He likes to think he’s extremely good at it when he’s actually not that good (sorry)…you still let him think he eats pussy like a pro every time lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oooh this man is rough like almost brutal ? But never in a way where he’s hurting you. Even when he’s tired he’s still rough af. That’s just how he likes it and he knows you love it like that too. If you ever ask him to fuck you slower he’d respect that and fuck you slowly :)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of it…he needs to take him with you and make the moment last as long as possible. If he has no choice he’ll do it tho

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Intak loves risk smmm, he loves how shy it makes you when he tells you that he wishes for someone to walk in and catch the both of u:” what if someone walked in right now mh ? What if they saw how good I am fucking this sweet pussy ?”. He looooves it when you’re the one being risky

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oooh he lasts so long, way too long sometimes. Even if you came and he came and you’re both so sensitive it almost hurts he’s still going. You always have to SERIOUSLY beg for him to stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No Intak doesn’t own any but he loves that you have so many. It gets him going to imagine you fucking yourself with those toys ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease but quickly get tired of it because he needs to fuck you and can’t take it anymore

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not that loud tbh, he pretty much just groans and breathes heavily but nothing more

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Still no imagination sorryyy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, he’s pretty average, more on the large side than the long side and pretty veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

VERY high, if he had the time he’d fuck you all day everyday (seven days a week 😔)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he took care of you, cuddled you and kissed you, he falls asleep pretty fast. Quite understandable as he literally fucked for maybe an hour

[edenvillee]

Eden Hcs☆彡

I made random hcs for my ss oc cuz uhh ermm I can

Full name is Eden Harlow

She’s arab, a mix between Libyan and Algerian. She doesn’t speak Arabic all the time, but sometimes curses in it, especially during tough matches

Definitely uses it w skarra just to fuck with him

She’s about 5’7-5'8 ft tall

Graduated with a master’s degree in computer science and sports science double major at Cornell, NYC

She owns a flip phone, IU always makes fun of her when she gets a phone call /aff

Has a cat named rice cake

A huge workaholic, you’ll almost always find her in the lab, sometimes even spending the night  

LOVESS bad jokes, sometimes throws a joke or two when the team lost or is in a bad mood, they never work tho

Except on dingaan

Actually a decent cook, compared to Akira and Nalani at least, but not as good as skarra

she prefers his food on days she doesn’t feel like cooking

Her favourite super league teams are either Orion or Cognito FC

Is actually rather muscular and athletic

Generally dislikes physical affection, unless it’s with people she’s close with, like Akira and Nalani

Cannot read social cues for shit

Skarra aswell, she also doesn’t mind physical gestures from the team (high fives, fist bumps, ruffling her hair, etc…)

Loves the beach and rainy days, those two are her go-to whenever she goes out or on a date

Sometimes babysits dee

She helps her get away with pranks on skarra

“Where is that little shit?!” “Idk what you’re talking abt”

They are best friends, eden almost being a mother-figure 

She has the fashion style of a homeless man

A bit of an angsty one, but her relationship with her parents is kinda complicated

They weren’t all that close when she was young, and hasn’t heard from them since she went to uni

She sometimes stays up at night wondering how they’re doing, but it doesn’t bother her too much

She wonders how she could’ve turned out if they were closer, but at this point has accepted it.

Akira and Nalani are her only family, even if not by blood, she feels closer to them than anyone else

Back to the silly stuff !!! ^_^

Her room is a NASTY mess, last time she saw the floor was when she moved into the apartment

She has a couple of bookshelfs in her room filled with all kinds of books(Astronomy, psychology, chemistry etc…) and a few old notebooks filled and ruined from how much she writes/draws in them

Realistic aside, her dream is to be a cowgirl in a small town with zero problems

She seems cool and chill in interviews or from afar, but she’s an awkward anxious mess

Not much into PDA, she prefers the privacy of her own home

Good friends with kat <3

Absolutely adores Sonya, she even gave her a sticker for her laptop

PLAYS THE ELECTRIC GUITAR, sometimes with skarra too

Both lazy and a perfectionist, not a good combo.

Overall, she’s just a silly genius w her silly totally peaceful team

I have more but this list is getting long so i’m stopping here

[legacyshenanigans]

I love seeing comments where people enjoy the relationship between Marvolo and Ominis that I've created.

Because in the past I've had people not understand WHY I developed them to have a semi-good relationship (you know, because some people can't see past fuckin canon lmao)

Like,

Do they fight? Yeah.

Do they argue? Yeah.

But they're brothers, of COURSE they do.

But do they actually care about each other and have good times aswell as bad? Yes!

I really like my own HC of their connection. Why would I personally WANT Ominis to be compleeeeeeeetely miserably and abused really badly by his family? (canon stuff)

Nah. Fuck that. I make my own rules here 🤣

I feel like the connection I've given them now is fairly realistic to an actual sibling rivalry/relationship🤷🏻‍♀️

And I love it. 💚🐍

Addon:

Also, I've still kept in the bad times in over my development of them as brothers. I've done a number of posts regarding the whole crucio situation which still happend in my time line of events haha. There has been a number of posts of vicious fights, petty situations, and nasty arugments between them, because I like the idea of it. But I've said this before, folk are witnessing development in REAL time. And I really just adore the place I'm at now with characters 💚

~

[fictionformed]

the revamp - tw trashy sad girl with witch stuff

volatile, nasty, impertinent, sarcastic, self deprecating, deceitful, dishonest, witty, clever, impulsive, overbearing, pessimistic, paranoid, narcistic, stubborn, vindictive, adaptable, independent, observant, reckless, resourceful, impatient, jealous, calculating, selfish, contentious, possessive

a raging fucking bitch who only cares for about six people. everyone else its fight on sight

isn't happy until shes making someone else miserable

talks shit about everyone behind their back (unless its vitani or zelda)

most likely to start a fight just to feel something

manifestation doesn't work u have 2 steal. probably cannot go a day without thieving, threatening, heavily drinking or setting something on fire.

is white trash but only she is allowed to say it.

constantly fucking shit up in peoples lives just for funsies

keeps all of her happy stuff in jars. anything from pretty flowers to teeth that fell out during a bar fight.

is actually pretty good at magic shes just too lazy to master it

is learning more about her abilities

no memories of halloweentown, she thinks she was born and raised in evermore. only has 'memories' from about 8 years old, the year she supposedly met luis & barrett.

her loyalty can be bought for the right price

angry, bitter, doesnt know what she wants, feels like she has no future so might aswell burn her bridges

feels like shes unworthy of her boyfriends love ouch

[tv-gh0st]

Yiga clan - Run in at Fort Hateno

a new LU story it might become a series if people like it!

Wild loved the chain, and was overjoyed whenever he got to show off his Hyrule(it was to big to get through even a small section any time they were there) but in the name of Hylia could they not just get the message that Bananas meant assassins. Ya see wild new everyone in his Hyrule, and everyone knew him. Everyone also knew that people who didn’t know Wild or  bananas ment really bad news. Everyone exept a certin group of Eight heros.

It was the second time being shifted to Wild Hyrule when it first came up, Wild mentioned it to the others when they actually first met but there were a lot of things happening that day. They were overjoyed to be home and hopefully finally show everyone everything, the first time they were shifted here they had to buy supplies, talk to Flora and Impa, deal with a black blooded monster camp, and a black blooded hinox, with that alone + the travel time there was no actual time to rest and do sightseeing. But this time Flora reported no strange events sence last time and they were currently residing at Hateno. Flora was visiting with Purah along side Time and Twilight , Legand and Wind  went to get more Materials, and sky was just resting, so  it so Wild and Hyrule wanted to explore, to there surprise Warrios went along with them(most likely to make sure there not gonna battle a lynle with a latel, two pot lids, and a mop but that doesn’t need to be said) Wild wanted to show them  fort Hateno they’ve had to walk in that way but there main objective at the time was to get to Hateno village. Wild was hoping  to show the little shack, harvest guardian parts, and fight a normal-blooded monster camp, atlest that was the plan.

 They were currently surrounded by three  yiga, another one teleporting around shooting at them, they should be able to deal with it but Wild was harboring a nasty gash in there arm and Hyrule having two arrows in him. and with the yigas teleporting killing four without getting any mote injuries was a hard task. 

You may be wondering how the fuck this happened, well after the defeat of the calamity  it seemed the yiga just got angrier, they changed there tactic traveling in groups without wilds knowledge, even then they were still always careful at there Hyrule. Bad news though, Wild seemed to neglect telling the chain about the whole "group of banana loving assassins all trying to kill them by dressing up as normal hylians" thing. I mean he didn’t realize any of them especially  not WARRIOR would be that talkative, they also all know that everyone knows Wild and Wild knows everyone, so he assumed people asking where to find him would be a red flag but whatever. So there were three travelers that have never took that rout, Wild wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, that’s until they asked Warrior if they’ve seen Link. Long story short Wild blocked what could have been a fatal hit on Wars, the three turned into yiga, and the fourth appeared. And right now there fucked. 

No one was making a move, not even the archer. Then he heard it, the bows little bring, the arrow cutting through to air, it was going to hit warriors, who knows way hes there target but it seems there out to get him. Very un-gracefully wild pushed warriors out of the way once again then pushed himself into the side of the yiga jabbing into there side aswell as making them the new target for the arrow. It worked. It went straight into there chest as they retreated, right behind him Hyrule and Warriors started the fight with the other two there swords clashing with those sharp sickles, with the two ground soldiers under control wild started running and pulled out his bow, and an electric arrow. It was simple, shoot the electric arrow, then go in get the kill. It worked. 

Its a relief they brought Hyrule because with the adrenaline now gone Wild finally felt there arm. Warriors also had an arrow in him, though it was a shallow wound. It seemed Wild, who in any normal situation would just pat it down until it stopped bleeding and maybe put on something with a longer sleeve was currently being forced to drink a potion and Hyrule was immediately fretting over his arm. "so champ" here it comes. "what in Hylias holy name was that about." 

'its just a- like a little group, they like to take a crack at me every once in a while there really harmless, they just changed it up today a little also they are really not that great even with catching us by surprise for once.' he reverted to sign with bis good arm ofcourse  not feeling like coming up the the words in his throat right now. And yes he knows he was playing it down, a lot, but Wild really didn’t feel like dealing with the whole "trained assassins who worship Gannon trying to kill him relentlessly because he killed Gannon and took down there cult leader" so here they are. 

"this isnt a normal thing is it…" Hyrule seemed hesitant to ask, wild always kept a lot of his adventure close to his chest, he liked to tell stupid stories or talk about some of his adventures just in the actual wild but any specific details are only known by twilight and tike(even they don’t know much) 'eh its every once in a while, were going to be staying at Hateno though and there never in towns, they also don’t attack the same time twice in a row, about after every blood moon.'  Hyrule just nodded, Wild couldn’t tell if he was convinced or not, didn’t really feel like figuring it out either. "well still up to showing us this Fort Hateno" and Wild gladly agreed to Warriors question.

It took about four hours to get there see the sights, fight monsters, do a little snooping in the scientists old cabin, and get back to Hateno. When the three got back the 6 heros were hanging out around Wilds house Flora and Epona aswell. Twilight ofcourse fussed over Wild when seeing his bandaged arm but They were just cryptic about the whole thing, Hyrule and Warriors were no help at all seeming to understand Wilds hesitance to tell Twilight that he often got ambushed by these assassins(ofcourse not knowing all the details) they all knew how Twilight and even Time would go all mother cuukoo on him.(hell it’s a surprise warriors didn’t) 

[boyfailure-vriska-serket]

You are my Love || Vriska Serket X Duncan (TDI) fanfic || self insert

"Duncan.." Vriska whispered, looking up at him. Tears rolling down his grey ass face. "Yes my love?" Duncan asked, crying aswell. "I- i don't think i can live without you." Vriska stuttered out. His tears mixed with his cerulean blood to make such a wonderfyl hue. "I don't want to die, not yet." He said, his right eye and arm spewing blood after a nasty sabotage from Terezi.

"It's alrigt, you'lp be fine. Just- think of the good times." Vriska nodded as he thought of the time he pushed Tavros off of that cliff in the first challenge, making him almost drown because Vriska absolutely missed the place he was supposed to land, which made Tavros paralyzed below the waist. It made them loose but GOG, it was funny as hell.

Duncan and Vriska began making out, tongues and all. When suddenly, "Chris McLean????????" The two shouted as they caught Chris and Chef entering the bathroom while making out. "Guys.. i can explain." Chris said. Worried him and chef's relationship would fuck up his ratings, which is the only thing he cared about.

Vriska and Duncan quickly ran away, leaving a trail of cerulean blood behind them. "What the fuck was that." Duncan said. Traumatized, goosebumps rising as he barfed. He went through every stage of PTSD at that moment, except acceptance. He was very traumatozed and would probably have recurring nightmares about this. "Yeah, agreed." Vriska said. Still bleeding from his wounds.

"Duncan!? How could you!" "How could you!" Two voices yelled... it t'was... COURTNEY AND GWEN????? the two were furious because they had just learned Duncan was pregnant! But they didn't know who the father was. "I can explain! I swear!" Duncan yelled in defence. "8ack off you demon hoes!!!!!!!!" Vriska yelled. Pulling his dice out.

"Who're you calling a demon hoe?" Courtney creamed like a banshee. "I want you to know your speaking to a future-" just as Courtney said that, Vriska threw his dice. Making Courtney's head explode. Making everyone scream. Also Duncan's water broke. "Fuck!!!!!!!!" Vriska yelled, dialing 911 before turning to Gwen in rage. The two went at it, punching, shoving. Before Vriska summoned his guilotine (i have no fucking clue how to spell that shit), beheading Gwen.

"HAHA!!!!!!!! Take that you goth 8itch!" Vriska paughed, before rememberig his boyfriend was in the hospital. "Fuck."

In the hospital

"Where's my 8oyfriend???????" Vriska demanded. "Who?" The attended look confused. Vriska sighed at this idiot's stupidity. "Duncan." He said. "Ohhhhhhhh, he's in room 888." Vriska rushed there, his feet going as fast as he could. "Is he alright?" Vriska asked. Fear and nervousness but also awesomeness flashed in his eyes. "Ot's bad........ you should see yourself." The doctor said. Vriska rushed in. Worried.

"8a8e........?"

::::( (also don't mind that my right arm isn't gone)

[del-uxie]

3 6 and 9 for tony jack and tm pls. and 4 for tony aswell

hiiiiiiiiiiiii :33333 under a readmore because this one is long

TONY 3) i think i accidentally made him canonically tall/average height when shortstack tony wouldve been so much better.... let me compress him. portable men...

6) transgender bottom 👍 also i think we're both very emotionally honest & naïve

9) yeah but only if we got to fuck nasty. if not then ABSOLUTELY NOT hes the kind to keep 9000000 beer bottles in his room despite not having needed to drink for decades. and road signs. so many fucking roat signs. also having a vampire roommate would suck??? (pun intended)

JACK 3) hes still blood bonded to his domitor but hasnt seen him in session and also doesnt have any disciplines 💔 worlds shittiest burnout ghoul. i think he should get Obfuscate 1 as a treat

6) inner sadness. i actually think were very different hes a bit too Secretly Manipulative and bloodthirsty

9) yes though i think hes a neat freak. he has a cleaning rota stuck to the fridge and if you miss even one day he knocks on your door and is like Why didnt you do the cleaning today is something wrong. and he says it like he cares but really he wants to kill and eat you. also theres a non-zero chance youd end up losing body parts to him if you lived in the same house too long.

TM 3) hes not part of sessions so all my life decisions about him have been carefully considered. i think the fact that he doesnt have a cultist lover after him after his little "Sabbatical" is a missed opportunity

6) alcohol tasty :) also saying the most insane shit without really caring or thinking about it too hard

9) absolutely NOT. again with the bottles but i also think he would try to get you to trial experimental drugs. and not the fun kind either the kind that makes your limbs fall off or makes you constantly puke. and i dont think hed be a good fuck unless you caught him early in the day. i think hed be really into you for like 5 minutes then break down sobbing with his dick actively in you

[rovananakia999cz]

sad story time

So I identify as aroace, due to the reason I cannot feel romantic or sexual love, at all. I do not know how it feels like, or how to emote such emotion. I've never had a crush, I never wanted to have sex, not even porn turns me on, you could play 10 porn videos and It'd fall asleep on the 5th.

I'm chronically online on Vrchat aswell, I spend quite alot of time in this world where everyone just sleeps and cuddles, I go here to watch the trollers try to wake everyone up, they can be great to talk with when they aren't playing an earraping music.

I met this guy when he was trolling, he was the kind where he was just being a dick. We spoke and he eventually friended me.

He would often req join me and we'd just do stuff, or call on discord, but then he began writting me messages such as "I miss you" and oh boy, I knew what was coming.

He eventually confesses his love to me, but I had to passivly deny, due to being aroace.

A long time passes, He wasnt on much because graduation stuff. We didnt see each others for like 2 months. We did also have a pretty nasty argument about why I shouldn't care about my friend's well being, telling me that it is useless and their problem to care about their feelings.

He req joins me when I was chilling, at which I accepted, we ended up chilling on a bed, and for some reason, he confesses his love to me again (ig he forgot he alreday did) and once again prompts me to date him. I once again give him the aliens and dragons talk about me being aroace, and the fact that even If I wanted to love him back, I couldn't. I told him that I am incatable of being in love, and passivly denied his date request again.

He told me that even If so, he'll still love me. I told him that this was gonna be one sided love since I would never be able to tell him I love him back. He told me that he doesnt care, with this: "I only give, I don't take."

That honestly got me sad. He could easily find a different girl that would be able to love him back, that would be able to say "I love you" without feeling werid or uncomfortable with it, that could give him the affection he needs, but no, he instead just wants me, a fucking scank who lacks parental love And isnt catable of romantic or sexual love with anyone, who will one day, die alone whilst their roaches slowly devour their rotting corpse.

I ask him, why does he love me? He doesn't even know how I look like, as I alot of the time just wear a fucking omori avatar, while I know how he looks like, from the img he posted.

He answers "I just like the way you talk, your voice, It's so nice"

He also complimented me on the fact that I'm apparently caring, a very nice person who cares about their friend's well being.

This man litteraly doesnt need much, but at the same time, I feel like i wouldnt be able to provide him what he would essentially need.

I mean, at the end, this is just a phase right? He will eventually stop loving me, realize he could go for someone better and abandon the love for the sake of the other girl, right? That's what Always happened. I was never enough.

Also were both 17, If I did accept, the second one of us turns 18, its instant pedophillia.

I sometimes wish I was catable of feeling romantic/sexual love. How does it even feel like?

[abbyandhanako]

Operation: Fucking Mistralton City by T.K. Xiong (Or that time Lord Ghetsis threw a bitchfit and went out to retrieve an Old Plasma grunt and actually managed to kick the enemies’ asses doing so)

Operation: Fucking Mistralton City was a ‘rescue mission’ started by the Neo Plasma boss, Ghetsis Harmonia and his bodyguards, the Shadow Triad when Rosa, Nate and Hugh (enemies of Team Plasma took Mark out of the Frigate.

One thing to point out is Rosa is an ex-Plasma grunt, her mother is in Old Team Plasma, still doesn’t excuse shit.

At 12:00, Mark had been taken out of the Plasma Frigate during a battle with them, when we realized no one was there.

12:30 was when the female grunts noted Mark wasn’t in the dorms where he usually is when the three enemies of Team Plasma do stupid shit (other than Ghetsis and Mark laughing at Hugh….heh, that was funny.)

Three hours later, the Shadow Triad, who told me that we couldn’t use this report but I’m using it anyway because Lord Ghetsis threw a very frantic bitchfit.

Apparently three hours of Mark being with these three later, Lord Ghetsis and the Shadow Triad showed up in front of the three and demanded they return Mark.

Now this match is gonna be getting red fucking hot, AND YOU’RE UP!

Hugh being the annoying “WHERE’S MAH SISTER’S PURRLOIN?!” screeching brat yelled at Ghetsis for ‘holding Mark hostage’ to get back at N and Rood

Despite Mark’s protests a battle was commenced between Ghetsis, the Shadow Triad and Rosa, Nate and Hugh, Ghetsis’ Hydreigon being the baddest motherfucker on the planet swiped them away and their other Pokémon were defeated.

Mark was successfully retrieved, if only for Hugh being annoying as fuck, Shadow 2 was right about one thing, He’s trying to get Hanako’s Purrloin back with that fucking attitude?!

It took Lord Ghetsis’ Toxicroak to use Sucker Punch, but the brat got up again and dashed towards them in a bid to physically harm Ghetsis.

Lord Ghetsis then ordered Casca, one of Mark’s many Espeon to keep Hugh back with Psychic, but he got up again, infuriated at Hugh’s meddling and insistence.

Ghetsis snatched Phobos’ Poké Ball and ordered him to keep Hugh back, Rosa (Grunt 153) aswell as the other two were horrified at this, a mere Glaceon owned by a poor little Old Plasma grunt obeying his commands like it’s nothing, Hugh thankfully enough stayed back as Phobos growled and hissed at him, He’s not called “Fucking Nasty Glaceon” for nothing.

Phobos was then ordered to use Ice Beam where Hugh was standing, causing him to fall back.

Mark was retrieved successfully, Abby and Hana (627-2) have been informed of the incident, and have been told Mark is not to be in the Cathode area if they’re not there.