#that long walk in the paths was probably the best and worst part of that entire episode for me

[avariantflaire]

eremin really said "there's no greater suffering than discovering hell without you" huh

[howtofightwrite]

so if someone is shot with an arrow and we’re not supposed to (or more likely can’t, because of the arrowhead design) pull the arrow out of a wound, but we shouldn’t push it all the way through either… how would someone go about removing an arrow? In a less lethal area at least, like a limb. You can’t just leave it in, especially if it’s pinning together muscles that you need to be able to use.

So, eventually, that arrowhead is going to need to come out. The recommendation about leaving the arrow in the wound is more for immediate first aid, rather than a long term solution.

Specifically, the first aid advice is to bandage around the arrow, so that the entire thing is stabilized. In the event that the arrow is helping to seal the wound, you don't want to pull it out, but you also don't want it moving around causing more damage. It's a bit of a delicate balance in that regard. If it's in a leg, and the injured individual cannot walk on their own (which is likely) they'll need assistance, either a stretcher or someone to help support them, while they get to help.

This is one of those times where the best medical practice runs counter to the popular image of how an arrow in a wound is treated. Which is to say, the character who's just been shot ripping it out, staring at it for a moment, and then throwing it a way. Much like pulling a knife out of a wound, this is a great way to accidentally start a fatal bleed out.

If aid is being rendered by someone with actual medical training, in an environment where a bit more work can be done, then the arrow does need to come out. This may also require packing the wound with gauze in the event that it does start bleeding seriously, and bandaging the wound to minimize further aggravation.

Now, if you need to use the muscles that just got pinned together, I've got some bad news. Even after the arrow comes out, those muscles are not going to be working right for a while. As we've mentioned before, your muscles are basically bundles of meat chords, getting pulled over your skeleton based on electric signals. If some of those chords have been cut, they're going to need to heal before they'll do anything, and the ones around them in the same muscle will be under much greater strain, and also at risk of tearing. So, the affected body part will be weakened, after the arrowhead comes out, and trying to use it in any serious way, runs a serious risk of inflicting further harm and impairment. Worst case, if strained too severely, this can actually cause a muscle to completely tear. In this case, you're probably looking at surgery, just to get the muscle to start healing.

The good news, such as it is, you don't need a full surgical theater or surgeon to get the arrowhead out. A reasonably trained medic with decent supplies can do it in the field. The problem is if the arrowhead nicked an artery, and is holding pressure, if that comes out, you're probably going to die. (Then again, even in a surgical theater, with a wound like that, it could easily be touch-and-go.)

So, yes, the arrowhead does need to come out, and it can be removed by a trained medic. What you don't want to do is the, “badass,” reach up and rip it out, routine, because that can kill you. (Also, a trained medic will be in a much better position to make an educated guess whether it's safe to pull out the arrow, or if it really needs to stay where it is until the injured individual can get to a hospital.)

What's harder is that even after you can get articulation back, that area's going to be hurting for a long time. Torn muscles (which includes if someone's carved you up with a blade, or asked you to hold an arrow for them) can take more than three months to heal. So, while getting the foreign object out is a critical step on the path to recovery, it's going to be a bit before you're up and going after that.

Modern medicine grades all of these (including where the muscle has been completely severed, or torn) as “muscle strains” with three grades. Grade I strain indicates a few stretched or torn fibers, but nothing too serious. You've probably experienced this from time to time, and while your body's ability to repair these injuries is technically limited, it will usually heal in a couple weeks. Grade II strains (which is what you're seeing from an arrow wound) will take at least two months to recover. Grade III strains are where the muscle is completely severed, and as mentioned, require surgery, and will still take months of physical therapy after the injury, in addition to the healing process.

-Starke

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[wordsarelife]

—𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo and you used to be friends. that was a long time ago. now you pretty much hate each other and theo uses his feelings about you to write a song!

warnings: i don’t think there are any! let me know if that’s not true :)

note: here it is!! finally the prologue is here! don’t worry the actual chapters will be much longer. we just needed a starting point! hope you enjoy!!!

word count: 0.9k

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there was a single path connecting the backyard of the two houses, making it almost hard not to run into each other. despite that, you had sworn yourself to never set a foot on said path ever again, always straying away before your feet could touch the concrete. 

you hadn't been watching him, but it seemed that theo was doing the same. you had never once spotted him wandering across the yard. 

because your eyes were still fixated on the path, you didn't notice the movement in the window across from you, only looking up, when you heard the knocking through your opened window. theo was standing there, watching you with a smirk, before he reached for his pen and wrote something. 

he grabbed his bag, winking at you, before he slapped the paper against the window, turning around and walking out of his room before you were able to react. 

'bye, pixie'  he had written, making you sigh. he had called you that ever since one fateful day in your childhood. because, believe it or not, theo and you had been friends once.

you had been seven when you tried to cut your own hair, much to your mother's dismay, who had dragged you to a hairstylist the same day, eager to fix the mess you had created. there wasn't much to save or fix so you ended up with a rather horrible pixie cut for the next few months.

your hair had eventually grown out to it's normal length, the pixie fading away before you could even start to be ashamed of it, but theo wasn't one to let go of things quickly, so he had been calling you that to this day.

and since your friendship had ended, making room for the hatred towards each other, he seemed to just get a rise of the way it bothered you so much. 

you rolled your eyes, pushing back the feeling of annoyance as you dragged your curtain close so you wouldn't have to look at his window anymore. 

✦•〰〰〰〰〰★🎸☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★〰〰〰〰〰〰•✦

theo arrived at the garage sooner than he would've predicted, lazily leaning his bike against the wall, before he walked inside. 

"you're early" mattheo noted, while taking a look at his phone. 

"don't flatter yourself" theo smiled, before he ruffled mattheo's hair, sitting down on the couch beside his best friend. "what about the others?" 

"enzo forget his guitar, blaise and draco went with him to get it" 

"he forgot it again?" theo sighed, leaning back into the cushion. 

"he's been acting up quite a lot" mattheo shrugged "maybe it's the stress"

theo shrugged, before he grabbed his bag, taking out the red leather book. "i have something to finish" 

"another song?" mattheo furrowed his brows, before he stood up and walked across the room. 

"maybe" theo shrugged "i've been working on something" his mind wandered off. 

"might not be the worst idea to put out another single right after the album. we'll stay relevant that way" mattheo pointed out and theo nodded absentmindedly. "i'll leave you to it" mattheo walked in the direction of the door, a towel in his hand. he was probably going swimming in the lake that was right next to the garage. 

the garage was more of a loft than an actual garage. but it had always been called that and every member of cursed legacy was rather keen on sticking to things. 

"we are relevant" theo argued, right before mattheo snuck out the door. he could not hear his answer, if mattheo had even answered anything. 

theo sighed as his eyes fell back on the unfinished song in his book. the words had fallen right out of his mind and on the page it seemed. somehow this song had been easier to write than any other he had written. and that had been almost every song on cursed legacy's first album: neon nights.

sometimes mattheo or blaise had helped him. enzo and draco often had ideas for a few lines, but ultimately most of their songs were written by theo. 

he jotted down more and more lines, adding the chorus, the bridge. occasionally he stopped writing to play a few notes on draco's keyboard, making sure the lines were fitting the melody. in just less than thirty minutes he had a finished song. 

loud noises in front of the door made theo look up from the book. the door was opened by blaise and he entered the garage closely followed by draco and enzo and also mattheo, who had probably run into them right outside. 

"hey" enzo greeted "sorry that we're late, honestly my fault, but—“

theo shook his head, interrupting the boy "it's fine, enzo. i want you guys to listen to something" 

"sure" draco pushed enzo forward, so he had enough room to sit down on the couch. the rest of their group took their respective seats as well, ready to listen to whatever theo was wanting to show them. 

they all listened attentively as theo played the notes on the keyboard, eventually adding the lyrics he had written down, until they were presented with the whole song. they looked at each other, smiling in silent agreement. 

"what do you think?" theo asked, but his friends did not answer. they all got up, taking their instruments and resuming to their positions next to him. 

"what are you waiting for?" draco asked when theo had not moved to stand in front of the microphone.

"let's record it right now" enzo added when he noticed theo's confused look. 

theo smiled upon his friends enthusiam. "sure" he nodded, grabbing his mic and stepping into the middle of their little circle.

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Non-Exhaustive List of Soulmate Fics: Klaroline Pt 1

Okay, I'm bored so I'm compiling my favorite soulmate fics. Here's the Klaroline edition:

Runaway by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Caroline has been running from her soul mate since she found him standing over her father’s corpse.

Hunt You Slow by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Discovering that the scourge of the supernatural was her soulmate would be enough to send any girl running.

At Horizon's Edge by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Sometimes when a girl goes on a shopping trip to pick up a new pair of boots at the local, and somewhat hostile, human space station, she accidentally aids and abets a prison break instead. What happens in the black really doesn't stay in the black.

The Howling by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Caroline's day goes from bad to worse to insane in a matter of moments.

Written On Your Skin by LaLainaJ

Summary:

It's a rather boring day, at the flower shop Caroline owns. And then The Original Hybrid walks in, and changes her life by uttering a few small words. They're words Caroline knows, words she sees on her skin, every day in the mirror. She's thought about her soulmate, who wouldn't have? But he's the last thing she ever would have expected, and the last person she should want. But she can't quite bring herself to deny their connection.

The Air We Breathe by slstmaraudersjple

Summary:

When Caroline learns that her soulmate is the thousand year old Original Hybrid, she cries, because she knows her world is ending. When Klaus learns that his soulmate is a baby vampire, he is intrigued, because he has waited his entire life for her. Soulmates AU.

Even When We're Ghosts by LaLainaJ

Summary:

He'd just been planning to collect his doppelganger, hadn't anticipated such strong resistance. Now, trapped in his wolf form, until he meets his soulmate, Klaus seeks alternative solutions. He doesn't believe in soulmates. Until Caroline Forbes crosses his path. Caroline thinks she's hallucinating (note to self, don't accept moonshine from old ladies) until her life starts getting... weird. The Mikaelsons aren't great at subtle.

the fate makes for a lousy poet. by for_darkness_shows_the_stars

Summary:

It is not unheard of. Soulmates born too far apart to ever meet. Caroline did her research thoroughly. It’s just rare. And for all that she’d known her entire life that her fated other half was dead long, long before she was even a gleam in her mother’s eye … it’s unfair. . Everyone is born with a soulmate. It just so happens that a millennium divides Caroline from hers.

I Wish I Was (I Wish I Was) by dressedupasmyself

Summary:

“I think that even if you find your soulmate, there’s some measure of choice involved. Maybe some people just make the wrong choices.” “Good,” Caroline said. “What if my soulmate is, like, the worst? I wouldn’t want to be stuck with him forever. I want some kind of choice.” “But that’s the beauty of it,” Elena sounded wistful, “Your soulmate might be awful to everyone else, but they’re the best for you.” Caroline scoffed. “Okay, whatever.”

Passing Notes in Secrecy by perfectpro

Summary:

Caroline doesn’t remember not having a soulmate. Her mom says that the drawings started when she was small, just a baby. So he’s clearly older than her. She doesn’t mind, thinks that it will probably be nice to be with someone who has a little more life experience. She thinks she's one of the lucky ones.

The Raven Hunter by LynyrdLionheart

Summary:

There is a killer hunting frat boys on campus. The Raven Hunter is a terrible name... not that Caroline has a reason to care or anything.

a part of something that’s bigger (than me) by Issay

Summary:

In the beginning she's a plaything, the mean girl brought low, made and unmade by decisions of others and Caroline never receives apologies for most of it. Elena fights for her happy ending and through all of her losses and dark despair she is never alone. Bonnie wins her freedom, powerful in her own right. Caroline is left with uncertainty and obligations. No, the story isn't kind to Caroline. So let's change the story.

oh there you are (i've been looking for you) by breakfasttako

Summary:

Caroline was born a fated one, which means two things: 1) She has a soulmate 2) She's going to die tragically young

What's a Little Ink? by Writerwithagoal

Summary:

What would you get as a tattoo if you knew it would appear on your soulmate?

Hallowed Ground by KiryTheStitchWitch

Summary:

Caroline's trip to Ireland was not going the way it was supposed to. She was expecting stories and myths, and instead finds that some legends are a lot more real than she could have imagined. And hot. Really hot.

Inadvisable by MissNMikaelsonSummary:Everyone has soul words. The first thing your soulmate will ever say etched somewhere on your body. Caroline always dreaded meeting hers. She had never imagined this though; she had never imagined him. He had all but given up. Just a one shot for one of my favorite pairings.

Midnattsol by BelleMorte180

Summary:

The man laying before her was her soulmate, someone who should have died a thousand years ago. Written for AU-Season week three

Ship of Bones by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

When humanity struggles to maintain its racial identity in the cold reaches of space, Caroline Forbes has hidden the gifts her alien mother left her. But secrets aren't secrets forever.

Familiar Taste of Poison by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

A great love isn't always a blessing.

Holding Out for a Hero by slstmaraudersjple

Summary:

Klaus would totally be able to focus on his plans for world domination… if only his soulmate would stop singing that thrice-damned song. But then there's silence, and Klaus grows worried. Soulmate AU where songs that one’s soulmate sings gets stuck in one’s head. CW/TW: descriptions of Caroline being abused by Damon but nothing graphic/explicit.

[venusloveslobotomies]

Wsg wsg, I was hoping for a Professor Chaos x reader x Mysterion, or a Vic Chaos x reader x (p.c.) Kenny

Either works as long as you’re comfortable, and if you’re not that’s totally okay!

Tyty xo

Professor Chaos x femReader x Mysterion

⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️ please be aware! i cannot control who interacts with my posts so use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk. people have been jumping into the SP fandom complaining about age and friendly reminder that ALL of my works are aged up to 18-20s.

You hadn’t been in South Park all that long. You moved for some peace and quiet away from the big city, however South Park may have just been the worst choice.

Regardless, you were still enjoying your time, attending your classes and working part time. You’d made a few friends so far, however you’d had no luck in the dating scene. Most of the boys your age were too loud or too conservative or just plain not your type. Turns out, it wouldn’t be too much longer until you’d get your fill of love.

Finishing work, you’d gotten changed at home before heading out to the gas station for snacks and drinks. It was your usual routine, which considering it was about 11pm, probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Who knew who was watching you every night?

You headed home, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You went down the main street before turning down a side street. It was still well-lit, however the alleys criss-crossing your path that ran behind businesses were didn’t have such good visibility. Hence why you didn’t quite see the figure on the corner until you passed it.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You tensed and tried to decide whether to stop or keep moving. This falter gave him time to catch up and walk alongside you, “Pretty gal like you shouldn’t be out so late. What’re ya doin’ runnin around in the dark?” When you met his eyes, you noticed the distinct eye of your classmate Leopold. Clouded grey with a deep scar running over the center. However, your usually shy, reserved classmate was dressed… strangely. His face was partly covered in a silver crown… or helm? Was that the word? And a thick aqua jacket and slacks.

“Just… uhhh. Getting my groceries.” You stuttered slightly, not used to the domineering personality he seemed to have now.

“Well now, that’s not the best idea. Isn’t it a bit too late to be makin a grocery run?”

“I guess so, but I work too late to be going earlier.” You’d finally stopped under a streetlamp to speak more politely. You hadn’t really noticed how tall he was before, nor the lean muscles that showed through his clothes. It was definitely making you blush despite the alarm bells ringing in your head.

As he began to speak again, he was interrupted by another figure that lithely landed between the both of you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Good evening, Chaos. Luring pretty girls astray again?” The cloaked man spoke in a low husky voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“Get outta my face.” Butters growled, stepping forward to confront the new person. This could be your opportunity to escape, but the intrigue kept you rooted in place.

“Do you need an escort home? I’m Mysterion.” He turned to you and offered a charming grin and an arm, “You don’t want to be hanging around a villain like Professor Chaos.”

Your mouth opened slightly, unsure how to cope with two very gorgeous men arguing over you.

“Mysterion, let’s speak in private a moment? Now?” Professor Chaos spoke through gritted teeth.

“Just a moment, princess.” Mysterion shot you a wink before following Butters a few feet away. You didn’t catch much but ‘share’, ‘be fair’ and your name. They stood for a moment in silence, seeming to reach an agreement about… something.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d been sweet talked into following them, under the impression of some sort of date happening. This was possibly the strangest thing that had ever happened to you but you were missing the hijinks of living in a busy city. And maybe you were kind of attracted to both of them and the loneliness of being a new place had weakened your resolve.

As with everywhere in South Park, it wasn’t too far a walk, however before you could know where you were going, they stopped abruptly.

“So, sweetheart. I gotta ask you a favor.” Mysterion spoke softly, tracing your arm gently, “We can’t exactly have you knowing where either of us work. So… if I can cover your eyes?” He presented a beanie with a sheepish grin. This was a one-way street to get kidnapped but again, your brain was slowly being turned to mush by the attention of these two. Your mind screamed at you to stop and run but you found yourself nodding and allowing Mysterion to pull the beanie down over your eyes. One of them picked you up and began walking. You turned two corners but that was all you could take notice of before you heard a lock click and the wind was no longer brushing your skin. Down a flight of stairs, then another, before you were set down and could see again. Surprisingly, it was a simple kitchen. Mysterion was already helping himself to coffee, asking if you wanted one. You nodded and dropped your bag. Chaos was tracing shapes on your bare arm and it made you shiver as you took the mug from Mysterion. What the hell was happening and why were you ok with it.

They asked you lots of questions about yourself, slowly moving into flirty territory as you went along. Your speech was becoming more and more stuttered as they leaned in, seemingly entranced by your hesitant answers. Mysterion got up, giving Chaos a strange, subtle signal you clearly weren’t meant to notice. He left, mentioning he was looking for something. Chaos made strong eye contact with you and you blushed, looking away, not before becoming aware of the smirk growing on his face. Before you could react he was next to you, tilting your face to meet his. Your lips dropped open slightly in shock as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, but still strong. You melted into his touch after a few seconds and as soon as you submitted to the situation, he pulled you out of your seat and against his body, one hand still resting on your jaw and the other gripping your waist. Your hands rested on his chest and he slowly became more aggressive with his kisses, beginning to bite at your lower lip, demanding you open wider. When you did, his tongue slid in, entangling itself with yours. You tried to suppress the moan rising in your chest but as his hand slid down to squeeze your ass, it just slipped out. The sound was met with a growl from him and he tightly pressed your hips into him. His hips bucked slightly against your stomach and it sent butterflies all over your body. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He grinned, something mischievous glowing in his eyes. He pulled off your shirt and you tensed at the cold that hit you.

Pressing kisses from your jaw down to your chest, he ran his thumbs teasingly softly over your bra, slowing as they met your nipples. You hissed at the sensation and he licked your collarbone before biting into the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You cried out, eliciting another growl from your classmate.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped your hips from behind and pulled your ass to meet something hard. The other side of your neck was attacked in the same manner of licking, kissing and biting. You were getting wetter by the minute, pinned between the two most gorgeous boys you’d ever seen.

You felt your bra unclip from behind and fall to the ground. Mysterion’s hands gently gripped your breasts and teased your nipples excruciatingly gently. Chaos knelt down in front of you, kissing and licking down your abdomen as he ran his hands up and under your skirt to play with your underwear and squeeze your ass.

“Such a pretty gal. So soft and submissive for us.” He licked his lips and you whined. You felt a laugh against your neck as Mysterion seemed to get even more intense with his hands on your chest. Your whining cut off into a gasping moan as Chaos ran his thumb over your clothed clit.

“She’s so wet already. What a good girl.” He chuckled and slowly dragged his thumb from your slit to your clit over and over again. Meanwhile, Mysterion gripped your neck and pulled your head backwards to rest on his shoulder.

“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Professor Chaos. She’s a gem. Aren’t you just so pretty?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flattened his hand against your stomach, pulling you flush against his body. You tried your best to restrain the sounds begging to be released. It couldn’t last for long.

“No one can hear you, princess. You should really make those pretty sounds for us if you want us to keep going.” Mysterion’s husky voice really just did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You weren't going to have a choice as Chaos tore off your panties and hitched up your skirt to slide his tongue into you. A strangled, breathy moan escaped you and spurred him on and he continued to lick and suck your dripping core. Your mews and whines continued, slowly rising in volume. Mysterion tilted your face sideways to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He growled lowly and used your ass to grind his erection into. This really just began to undo you and as you struggled to maintain eye contact, you could feel your climax knotting in your belly. They seemed to notice your heightened state and released you from their grips. Chaos standing up and carefully removing his clothes. As Mysterion let you go to copy him, you almost slid to the ground, not expecting the sudden lack of stimulation. You caught yourself and found yourself stepping back to lean against the table and let your eyes wander over their bodies. They both had lean muscles that were easy to see but not over the top. And they were both tall and... big. Too big for you, you worried. But you were willing to try. Mysterion kept his mask on while Chaos took his helm off. You could see Mysterion's golden blonde hair though as he approached you and pulled you into him. Your legs were jelly and your body was putty in his hands.

He kissed you roughly and rolled his hips against yours to grind his dripping cock against your stomach. You tangled your hands in his hair and pushed yourself against him as tightly as you could. A dark chuckle bubbled from his lips as he felt your wetness against him.

"Use your words, baby. Consent is key." He smirked against your lips.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned and slid his cock into you painfully slowly. He lifted your leg to rest on his waist and he began thrusting, pulling whines and cries from your mouth. As his pace picked up, his hand gripped your leg so hard you were sure there would be perfect fingerprint bruises tomorrow. The low moans that poured from him only made you wetter and closer to your climax.

He suddenly slowed down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before calling out for Chaos.

"You wanna finish her off?" He shot you a smirk as you groaned in displeasure due to the sudden stop.

"Course I do. Can't let ya have all the fun." Professor Chaos took his place, eyes roaming your body in the dirtiest way possible. He took the slick from your pussy to wet his cock. You wondered how he was coping with the evidently painful erection. "You ready, darlin'?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him roughly, practically begging him with that kiss. He started hard and fast, lips still locked with yours as his hips snapped against yours in a subtly unsteady rhythm. His moans were more like growls as he held the nape of your neck, watching your face contort in pleasure. He used his other hand to rub his thumb over your clit. It was hard but not too fast. Just enough pressure and speed to make the knot begin to tighten quicker than before.

"I'm close, I'm close." You breathed out, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, panting as you shook with pleasure and anticipation.

"Good girl. Cum for me." He gripped your jaw and studied your face as you cried out and allowed your climax to wash over you, "Goddamn." He choked out, feeling your pussy tighten and spasm around his cock. His thumb continued relentlessly on your clit throughout your orgasm until you finally went limp. He pulled out and lowered you gently to the floor.

"I think I have an idea." Mysterion appeared beside his comrade and offered you a sly smirk. His hand pumped over his dick, watching you attempt to catch your breath. He seemed to be enjoying your fucked out appearance almost as much as fucking you. Chaos caught on quickly but kept his pace slower. You had your own idea, however, and pushed yourself up to take Mysterion's cock in your mouth and pushed your head down until the tip of his cock pressed against the soft spot in the back of your throat. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes you'd ever given anyone and continued to keep your cheeks hollowed and bob your head in the quickest pace you could manage.

"Fuck, princess. So pretty and willing." He bit his lip and he bucked his hips in time with your pace until he began to falter. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and you pressed yourself further until your nose brushed his pelvis. You could hear him moaning and grunting in a strangled sort of way. You felt hot ropes drip down your throat and you swallowed quickly, multiple times as the squeezing of your throat seemed to draw out every single drop. When you pulled away, you licked your lips, surprised at just how much cum had been emptied into your mouth. He knelt down quickly to kiss you and lick the saliva from your lips. Fuck, that might've been the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.

Once Mysterion had released you, you turned your gaze upon Professor Chaos, who was definitely struggling to keep it together. That was definitely the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Your turn." You shuffled on your knees to kitten lick the tip of his cock. He groaned lowly and you happily took him in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick and similarly sliding him all the way to the back of your throat, taking a slower pace to recover from the abuse your throat had already endured. He gripped your hair and rolled his hips slowly, taking in the view with pleasure. You offered him the same sweet gaze and he seemed to blush. Just a bit. You picked up your pace and he matched it until you were at the fastest pace you could take and you felt him getting closer and closer. Again, you applied the same trick of pressing forward to take him to the hilt and his hips jerked, finally releasing sticky, hot ropes down your throat.

"Goddamn. Shit." He stuttered out, his voice softening to its normal tone as he held your head where it was until he finished. As soon as he pulled out, he pulled you up by your arms and roughly kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His tongue seemed to reach all the way down your sensitive throat and you moaned softly against him.

"That was the best thing a gal has ever done to me." He admitted as he pulled out of the kiss.

"I tried." You whispered, smiling softly. Mysterion was already there with towels and you let them clean you up. Those moments afterwards you really saw the softer parts of them as they made sure you were ok and got you water.

After you'd managed to all get dressed again, it didn't take long for a soft makeout session to start, you trying to split your attention equally between the two boys. Mysterion got an evil smile at one point and pulled Chaos in for a hot and heavy kiss. You were taken aback but definitely not complaining. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and it seemed to end all too quickly.

"We ought to take you home, doll." Chaos ran his thumb over your swollen lips and motioned with his head to Mysterion, who scooped you up. Professor Chaos picked up your bag and they began to walk out, carrying you along with them.

"Aren't you supposed to blindfold me or something." You asked.

"Now, we can't be doing that every single time." Mysterion winked and you blushed, definitely not expecting that answer.

"So, we'll be doing this again?" You asked, almost in a whisper.

"If that's what ya want, darlin'." Chaos replied. You nodded and hid your face in Mysterion's shoulder until you finally arrived home.

You offered your phone to them, indicating they should put their numbers in. Once they'd finished, you shyly kissed each of them.

"I hope I don't have to wait too long." You smiled sweetly.

"Definitely not." Mysterion elbowed Chaos and chuckled.

"But who are you, Mysterion?" He laughed a bit and lifted his mask just enough for you to see and quickly slid it back on again.

"Kenny?" You were definitely shocked. You'd never really interacted with him before and you weren't complaining that he was the secret superhero.

"See you around, sweetheart. Give us a call if you're ever in any trouble." He winked and pulled you in for a last kiss before hopping out your window.

"Well, see ya, darlin'. You ever need anyone taken care of, you know who to ask." He kissed both of your cheeks before pressing a particularly sweet one to your lips and followed Mysterion.

Definitely not what you were expecting when you moved to the small town of South Park.

i hope it was what you wanted! i was struggling a bit cause ive never really posted any smut that ive written so i really hope it was good 😭.

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[watchtowerindistress]

the empath and the eldritch horror (2/5) - sparrow!ben x empath!reader

Summary: Alphonso and Jayme were dead. Sloane was kidnapped. Ben was supposed to be Number One. He just didn't know whether to feel more at ease or challenged that the little Empath wouldn't stop crossing his mind and path.

Word count: 4.7k

Warning: fluff, kinda angsty, language, smut (mutual masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex)

Author's note: This series is officially back in progress 😅 I would have dubbed this chapter as part of the i'm not done arc, but you guys wanted this to be chronologically included in the series. So, this is set during episode 4.

I don't know if this was the best smut I ever wrote, but it's been a long time since I wrote something sexual. At least, it feels very teasing. So, not a lot has changed between those two.

I was so scared of not writing enough for this chapter, but look at this 🤣 Still, feels like filler though.

Please don't think too hard on this ability 😅 It kinda reminded me of Emma Frost or a Succubus. 😈

Please please please for the love of God write a small comment or reblog this.

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~ Ben POV ~

This wasn’t happening. He was supposed to be Number One. To lead the Sparrows and do a better job than Marcus ever did. And show his dad that demoting him was the worst mistake he ever made.

Now Alphonso and Jayme were dead. And Sloane probably too. Or detained if they were so lucky. Ben didn’t trust the Umbrellas not to do something rash.

Ben just didn’t see the old man coming. The Umbrellas—he could take care of them. They were replaceable and stupidly tried to avoid conflicts they knowingly provoked.

Damn amateurs. If it weren’t for the little one and … Eight.

Speaking of the little Empath…

Ever since Fei and him debriefed their dad about the absolute mission failure, Ben couldn’t just let it go. Even after a few hours, his feet led him back, hoping to get a glimpse of the walking firebomb. What he saw instead surprised him, although it shouldn’t have.

The Empath who had been elusive during the fight. Or plain massacre as he liked to call it since pulling the wildcard out of nowhere felt like a foul trick.

Ben wouldn’t have minded seeing you in action again. Maybe he would have pulled you to the side and watched how you reacted to his tentacles making an appearance.

Ben didn’t get to really see you in action when you and your family first arrived at the Academy. At least, not personally. Still, he loved replaying the scene of you using your powers against Marcus in his head. Served him right for thinking you would be an easy target.

Before his mind would get sidetracked again, his eyes followed you as you were taking a stroll in the bright of day. Ben leaned his shoulder against the brick of a shop, hoping to appear inconspicuous every time you looked around.

Smart girl for remaining vigilant after the death of two Sparrows and being trapped in a timeline you weren’t supposed to be in.

Ben passed the civilians on the sidewalk, zeroing in on the figure wearing the bright summer dress under the jean jacket. If he wasn’t who he was and your family hadn’t just killed two of his siblings, he would think you were cute. Still, Ben shook his head to ward off those wayward thoughts.

He pretended inspecting the display of books in the window of the shop, watching you linger near the clothes rack out of the corner of his eye. Ben crossed his arms, facing the bestsellers again.

He was still debating with himself what to do with you once you were within reach. He would consider it fitting to kidnap you—again—as your family didn’t see anything wrong in holding Sloane prisoner.

Ben’s gaze slid to the sidewalk again—to find it empty. He furrowed his brows. Being on the lookout for the little Empath who probably intended to play a trick on him by spying on him from around the corner, like the little she-devil she was. His suspicions rose with every step he took, cautiously walking to the spot you harbored previously. His head swiveled around. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was like you had turned into a ghost, turned invisible when he wasn’t looking. Ben narrowed his eyes, listening to the soft breeze shaking the leaves in the trees. Feeling it ruffle through his hair.

Something soft brushed against his shoulder, giving off the illusion of a phantom touch. Ben grumbled, shrugging his shoulders to get rid off the feeling. A slow, tingling sensation wandered from his shoulder to his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. With a careful motion, Ben turned his head, finding nothing that would stir his interest.

He felt it before the voice whispered into his ear. “Are you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing?”

Ben turned his head to where the voice came from. Instantly knowing it was yours. Too many thoughts were rushing through his heads, like how you were doing this. Instead, he chose a direct approach when he spoke to the invisible form. “I’m not playing your little mind games.”

Your voice shifted around him with every movement when you said snarkily from behind, “No? Are you more into the stalking game?”

Ben scoffed and shook his head. “I’m not. That’s ridiculous. You think you’re so special?”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a bad liar?”

Ben shook off the shiver he got from you whispering so intimately into his ear. He ground his teeth. “Depends. Do you always want to be right?”

His fingers twitched the longer you remained quiet.

“I’m sorry. I heard what happened.”

The mere reminder let heat rise in his cheeks. Ben clenched his jaw. He didn’t need your compassion or your comfort. He just couldn’t let his guard down around you. If you were anything like your family, you would use your charms to distract him and gain the upper hand before he could blink.

“Sorry that you weren’t there to kill my family yourself?” He shook his head derisively and snapped his fingers like he just remembered something. Not caring that he probably appeared like a crazy person just talking to air. “Right. I forgot. An Empath who doesn’t use her powers to hurt or even kill people. What good are you even for, Number Eight?”

The voice of his father echoed in the back of his head, haunting him. Bringing to mind all the times he committed a grave faux pas during training or didn’t behave in a way which was becoming for a Sparrow. Every second of silence from your end made him want to take it all back. But there was not a chance he actually would.

You slowly turned visible in front of his eyes. Ben had to blink at seeing the softness in your eyes.

“What do you want, Ben?” You said wearily.

Ben smirked, his eyes shifted into something lifeless. “Many things. Why don’t we just start with justice?”

You sighed. “Kill him, you mean? We don’t get all the things we want in life.”

Recognition lit up his eyes. “So, you know that man.”

You exhaled almost with disappointment. “So, I’m dealing with More vindictive Ben. Lucky me, huh?”

Ben narrowed his eyes. “You actually think your family wouldn’t have to face the consequences for what happened?” He hissed through his teeth.

“When will this end, Ben?” She inquired tiredly.

“The moment when you guys accept your fate. You escalated the situation in the first place.” He gestured with his hands the causality. “Escalation—consequences.”

“Someone’s looking at this from a very black and white agenda. We can end this right now. No one has to die for people to accept you as a formidable leader.”

Ben leaned towards you. “There’s no psychoanalyzing me while I’m threatening you. Give me what I want and maybe I’ll be a bit lenient with you.”

“That was you threatening? Do you know that your idea of threatening feels a lot like flirting?”

He covered his ears. “Don’t put words in my head, little demon.” Ben sighed. His eyes met the diner around the corner and instantly tried a more casual approach. “You hungry?”

You waved your arms. “Still just an emphatic illusion who can’t eat or drink like this.”

Ben smirked, hoping to tempt you a bit. “You could just come out with your real body, you know?”

“And have you kill me? That’d be difficult to do since I’m taking a bath right now.” Without waiting for him, you already walked ahead.

Ben lingered a few seconds, slightly distracted from the image you painted in his head. “Little demon,” he muttered before entering the diner after you. They took their seats by the window before he ordered himself a milkshake and a burger with some fries.

Ben decided to pick up the conversation where you left off. “What makes you think I want to kill you?”

You placed your arms on the table between you, leaning forward. “Then explain why you were following me.”

He shrugged. There were some things he didn’t want to consider what he would’ve done if he had encountered you for real.

“Are you sure you weren’t trying the same thing by kidnapping me … again? Your sister is safe, in case you were wondering. Well, more or less. Allison is not the safest bet. But Sloane has Luther keeping her safe at least.”

“Well, that doesn’t ease my mind, in case you were wondering. You people don’t have the best track record when it comes keeping your promises.”

“Right. Takes one to know one.”

He grumbled to himself before leaning back against the plastic cushions. He ignored the presence of the waitress who brought his order and felt himself frown at your expression.

“He says ‘thank you’,” you stated with a self-asserted air, eyeing the server before sending him a harsh glare.

“Thank you,” he murmured barely above a whisper.

The moment when she was gone, he could finally relax. Feeling grateful for the little moment of privacy again.

The smirk tugging on your lips didn’t set his mind at ease. “Just so you know, only you can see or hear me right now.”

Ben rolled his eyes at your little deceit. “Only me?”

“I would need to concentrate real hard to reach other people, but yes. I’m in your head, Ben,” you whispered huskily.

Ben dug into his burger, relishing in the taste and instantly noticing your expression. “Come on, I know you want to try this. Get out of that bathtub, dry yourself off and just have a taste.” He absolutely loved the idea of knowing something else about you which he could use to his advantage.

You eyed his ordered food with a gleam in your eyes. “As much as this is tempting, maybe I don’t trust you right now.”

He scoffed loudly. “And kill you in a diner? Don’t be ridiculous.” Ben rolled his eyes. He rubbed his stomach and mused, “Just look at this delicious milkshake.” His hand slid the drink to the middle, hoping to allure you with a small indulgence. “You forget, ever since you were with us Sparrows,” he crooned mockingly, “I know you love food.”

It surprised him when you just chuckled. “That’s your idea of torture? Should I feel flattered and special enough that I was noticed by the great Ben Hargreeves?”

Ben narrowed his eyes, scoffing. “Someone thinks so highly of themselves.”

“Of course you would say that.” You smiled knowingly, leaning your chin on your hands. “You like me.”

“Sure, keep talking, little Empath.”

A dreamy expression lingered on your face. “You do, it’s actually quite nice. I managed to tame the brooding Ben.”

“I’m not brooding,” he mumbled defensively under his breath.

“You are. And that’s why you like having me around. You enjoy my company. You know I’m the only one that doesn’t hold you to the standards as the rest of my family, or maybe even yours. You like being Ben, with no expectations. Asshole Ben, mean Ben.” You smiled with that wide smile on your face, almost happy at the thought. “Grumpy Ben.”

He shook his head, snorting. “Whatever. Just go bother someone else.”

You pouted. “Damn it. I was this close,” You pressed your fingers together. “To get over here.” With that, the illusion evaporated.

Ben felt the corners of his mouth twitch at your little moments of cheering him up before a titillating sensation started on his shoulder. Slowly, it went further towards his neck when he felt your hand stroking the sensitive skin.

“Stop that,” he grumbled. It was only half as fun if he couldn’t even see you.

You merely chuckle in response, letting your breath tickle against his ear.

Ben exhaled heavily when he closed his bedroom door behind him. After the shower he just had he dried off his hair with a towel and mindlessly threw it into the hamper in the corner. Ben pulled down his shirt until the material covered his torso and found his respite when he lied back on his bed, closing his eyes.

Sloane was back and they got the bodies of Alphonso and Jayme. So, that was a small win. If one could call it that. To gain their edge back, Ben passed on the ultimatum to the emo kid and the big ape. At least there were some good things that happened during this shitty day. Bumping into you kinda worked in his favor. Sometimes he wished he could get a better read on you when you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve.

Ben exhaled heavily.

“So, this is your bedroom, huh?”

Ben felt like he was going insane. First, his mind wandered to you and now you materialized like that. He certainly hoped this wasn’t one of your abilities. To have someone think of you strongly enough and you would be conjured like a demon.

Ben opened his eyes, turning his head toward where your voice came from.

It felt like you were haunting him, Ben realized when he saw you sitting on the side of his bed, scrutinizing your surroundings. “It’s very you. Like the poster of yourself.” Your voice turned deeper, mocking him with your impersonation. “Hey, Ben. You’re absolutely awesome. Don’t listen to the others.”

Your eyes met the display of books near his bed, quietly chuckling. “And you called Marcus a nerd,” you commented with a normal voice again. “Someone’s an artist, huh? Aren’t you full of surprises?” As much as your delighted smile soothed him, Ben couldn’t take any chances. Before you could mock his means of recreation, Ben tried to divert your attention.

“What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, sending him a cheeky expression over your shoulder. “What? You chose to stalk me and I can’t return the favor?”

After your afternoon together, Ben could admit with recognition that if he narrowed his eyes just enough, he could see your figure almost emanate that golden shimmer. As you projected yourself across the city to play tricks on him again.

Ben sat up, not appreciating your little games to get to him. “This is different.”

You leaned forward with a glint in your eyes. “Why? Is this too personal for you?”

“You’re damn right it is. You don’t see me rifling through your stuff in that crappy hotel.”

You narrowed your eyes with understanding, smiling to yourself. “But you want to. You’re so weird, Ben.”

Why did he feel the need to defend himself? “It’s not weird. It’s called being vigilant and careful. And stop invading my head.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, you would know if I was in your head. You’re just such an easy person to read once you’ve deciphered all the little clues.”

Ben waved a hand, not needing the reality check that he was easier to analyze than you were. Not needing to know that you could use it to your own gain if you should choose to.

“Fine, you’ve made your point. Now leave.”

With an ease, you stroked your hair to the side. For a second, he hated himself for finding you beautiful with that dim lighting hitting you just right. Ben’s fingers itched to feel that graphite at his fingertips just from watching you. He saw the outline of a tattoo on the back of your neck and detected a few lines, feeling eager to get a better view to perceive it in all its splendor.

Ben cleared his throat, turning his head away.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I was just trying to tease you.”

A mocking smile grew on his lips. “Whatever, I don’t care. My command still remains. Now, shoo, evaporate. Whatever it is you do.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, you’re so grumpy in the evening. I thought your mood would be better, with Sloane being back, and everything.” You inched closer on your knees, intending to move away.

“You’re the one making me grumpy,” Ben snarled.

“Sure, I am.”

Ben narrowed his eyes, watching you try to scoot over the edge of his bed by picking the longer route. He groaned, throwing his head back.

“You’re so annoying.” Ben felt his abdominal muscles tense when your fingers held on to his stomach for support. He eyed the hands bracing against him, more surprised by the sensation of your touch than your willingness to get close to him.

Ben furrowed his brows while muttering quietly under his breath, “I thought you’re just an illusion.”

Wariness spread on your face. Probably wondering why he wanted you to stay. To be honest he didn’t know either. “I am.”

“Then why can I feel you?”

The shrugging of your shoulders seemed almost timid in nature.

“My body works in mysterious ways, Number Two. Let’s just say, I can make it as real as possible. Make you believe I’m touching you even when I’m not really here.”

There was something electrifying and addictive about being close to you. Once a greedy thought hit him, Ben leaned forward. His gaze was hypnotized by your mouth, finding it utterly tantalizing. He licked his lips before staring into your eyes again. “It’s Number One, actually.”

Ben was giving some seriously tempting vibes. His eyes gleamed darkly as he watched your face. You swallowed thickly, feeling his hands teasingly stroke your hips, almost like he was trying out the feel of your corporal form. You felt the tingling sensation from his touch, like the feeling was your own. It was like touching something real, but the surreal feeling still followed.

You eyed his luscious lips, whispering, “Pity. Kinda liked calling you Number Two.”

His breath exhaled against your lips. “I think you like calling me Ben more.”

“Sometimes I like you even more when you’re not talking at all,” you whispered, trying not to sever this spell you both were under. Hoping not to break this rare moment of this bond.

Something twinkled in Ben’s eyes with the spoken challenge that followed. “Then give it your best shot in shutting me up, little Empath.”

Everything inside you tingled like you were experiencing a new sensation. Stroking his cheek, you carefully traced the scar on his cheek, watching Ben’s pupils dilate until his eyes were pitch-black. Absolutely loving how dark his eyes could get. Ben almost mesmerized you with his ability to not turn away from you, silently watching your every move. You told yourself you were merely curious, to find out how this would feel like. To enhance your abilities. While your body laid in bed and your spiritual being was sitting in Ben’s lap, enjoying his ministrations.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, your lips met his. Involuntarily, your throat let out a whimpering sound, adoring the softness of his lips. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to let your tongue dance with his.

There was a low rumbling sound in Ben’s throat. Your fingers stroked through his wet hair, massaging his scalp with your fingernails. His hands tightened around your waist, hiking up your shirt.

You heeded his silent command by unbuttoning your chemise until you were only clad in your bra underneath.

Impatiently, Ben yanked off his shirt, revealing his naked torso. While he showed his physique, he teased with a smirk, “You know, you could be here right now. Get out of that damn bathtub.”

“Not in a bathtub. I’m laying in bed right now.”

It could be said that Ben’s upper body was too distracting for his own good. You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate. “Why do you have to look so good?” You felt compelled to stroke his rippling abs, delighting a bit in his small groan and feeling it reverberate in your whole body.

Ben was seriously making it hard for you not to like him. Or at least his body did the work in making you feel something for him. The longer you rubbed Ben’s chest, your clit started to throb wantonly with need.

“You’re welcome.” Ben spoke huskily, smirking arrogantly. “Tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he said, losing his casual pants in the process.

You let yourself get swept away by him as you discarded your short pants down your legs. “Just in my underwear,” you teased with a small smile.

“Saucy minx.” Ben started chuckling arrogantly before pulling you close at the back of your head while pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips. “Are you touching yourself?” He panted against your mouth. A startled noise came from Ben’s throat when your hips rubbed teasingly against his crotch. You felt your sex clench when that sound shifted into a moan of appreciation.

You nodded. “Yes.” Feeling the hardness in his boxer briefs with every movement of your gyrating hips.

“Say you want me to touch you,” Ben whispered against your lips before letting them wander sensuously towards your neck, making you go crazy with want with every breath he emitted against your skin. Leaving wet kisses behind.

Oh God why did he have to entice you so bad?

A whimper released from your throat as you tried to relieve the pressure by rubbing against his hardening crotch. You nodded mindlessly.

“Use your words. Say please.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him backwards until Ben snorted with laughter. With his unruly hair spreading on his pillows. His hands didn’t let go of your hips, instead let them roam and touch whatever he could get in contact with. Ben licked his lips and watched in fascination as your fingers unlatched one of his hands and slid it underneath your panties. Letting your wet juices coat his fingertips. Ben could only groan at the sensation of your arousal like it was some tangible proof for your carnal need towards him.

You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his neck while sucking on a sensitive spot. “Please, Ben Hargreeves, Number One, oh great Cthulu, just finger me.”

His fingers moved in circles around your swollen clit while his other hand kneaded your covered bottom, making you gasp and rub against him. Needing to feel more of him. Craving more of that delicious tug from your dripping cunt. You absolutely could stay in this moment forever with Ben’s fingers slipping beneath your panties and palming your butt.

“You know, I don’t feel very appreciated with your sarcasm,” Ben grumbled against your throat. To prove his point, he completely let go of you by placing his arms behind his head, relaxing further on the pillows. “Show me then. Maybe I’ll do you a favor later, if I feel like it.”

You rolled your eyes, unceremoniously dropping your panties. “You’re such an asshole.”

“As you keep telling me.” Ben drew out his hardened cock out of his boxer briefs, tucking the material around his waist. His gaze never left yours while he started massaging his member.

What a cheeky jerk he was for making you work for it.

Kneeling down at the edge of his bed, you made sure that Ben had a clear view while you drew circles on your clit. Just the debauchery of it all instilled you with a deeply sensual and gratifying sensation. You licked your lips, feeling your breathing pick up the longer you stared into his eyes.

Ben was enjoying your little show immensely and threw his head back while not losing sight of you. Your eyes zeroed in on his Adam’s apple when he swallowed. Ben smirked salaciously, breathing heavily. “But you like me.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you threw your head back. “Just stop talking.” You could only depend on your sense of hearing as Ben’s hard member made slippery noises while he kneaded it furiously. Feeling the heat in your body grow, you yanked down the straps of your bra until you were entirely nude.

The silent stare from Ben stopped you in your tracks, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“Get over here,” Ben exhaled a breath. He dragged down his underwear, throwing it on the floor.

Slowly, you crawled over to him until you were sitting in his lap again, with your fingers sweeping his hair from his forehead. However, that content feeling which filled you at the touch he allowed was short-lived when Ben propelled you underneath him.

You gasped and your eyes widened at Ben’s unexpected move. Slinging your thighs around his waist, you let out a hum, enjoying the feeling of your legs rubbing against him. “Someone really can’t stand to be on the bottom, huh?”

“Be quiet,” Ben hissed before he slowly thrust inside you.

You sighed deeply, tightening your hands around his shoulders for support. A whimper released from your lips when Ben pulled you closer to him. With every single thrust, he slid even deeper when he held your legs against his chest.

The veins in Ben’s neck protruded with the exertion he committed, letting out quiet moans the more you clenched around him, losing yourself in the sensations of bliss. Not realizing that the spot where you touched him began to glow with golden energy,

Ben’s hips stuttered, clenching his fingers around your thighs. “Oh shit.” He opened his eyes in astonishment when in an almost serious voice, he said, “Do that again.”

You did it unintentionally. Licking your lips, you felt uncertain, having never done this before during sex. You gasped when Ben hit a certain spot, making your walls clench before your fingers brushed against his neck. Just like that your own emotions were bleeding into him, projecting your ecstatic state onto him. Enhancing those sensations tenfold for him.

You grew even wetter if that was possible once the sounds of Ben’s blissed-out groans hit your ears. Obscene sounds of your groans and bodies slapping together filled the room. Your sex clenched around him like a vice.

His hips faltered before he panted heavily. “Tell me you’re close.”

Throwing your head back, you nodded with a humming sound, pulling him close until Ben’s lips were on yours. Suddenly you felt your body shimmer with ecstatic energy before a soundless moan came out of your mouth. Warmth spread through your whole body.

As soon as your emerging orgasm erupted, your eyes adjusted to the changing surroundings of the hotel room your body was actually lying in and Ben’s bedroom. The illusion you tried to uphold kept flickering until your consciousness was pulled back underneath Ben.

The first thing you focused on was the sound of Ben groaning while his face contorted into a confused frown every time you flickered back to him.

You felt him pull out of you before something wet squirted against your skin when Ben ejaculated on his lower stomach. “Oh fuck.” Ben leaned back with exhaustion, trying to catch his breath.

You chuckled, relaxing next to him and enjoying the view of a Ben whose cheeks were heated from the strain and who stretched out his limbs, needing a few seconds before he would be himself again.

You laid down on your front, letting your fingers dance on his warm skin. And maybe—just a tad—you wished you could’ve had the real thing just now. “I like speechless Ben.”

Ben let out hoarse chuckles before he turned his body away to clean himself up with a tissue. He pulled up the sheet until it covered the two of you again. You still thought it was sweet of him despite the knowledge of not needing the added warmth.

Ben’s body language certainly was more at ease as his bones stretched out. He raked a hand through his messy hair and let out a sigh when he gave you an uncertain look. Ben opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could mess it all up, you shushed him by placing a finger above his lips. “Nuh uh, don’t ruin it. You were either going to say the sweetest thing ever or utter something hurtful just because you can’t handle intimacy.”

Ben was taken aback when you leaned towards him to have one last taste of him since this would remain a one-time thing.

The moment your lips were no longer on his, Ben shook his head before commenting, “You’re fucking confusing.”

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[kikimurphys]

Behind Closed Doors (Part 13)

Pairing: Cillian x Y/N.

Warnings: Blood.

The next week was a blur of early mornings and late nights on set, where you and Cillian crossed paths in heavy silence. The tension between you was almost unbearable. You were still fuming, nursing a sense of betrayal over what you saw as his cowardice. Yes, his career was at stake, but it felt like he owed you more than secrecy and vague reassurances.

One afternoon, Tori, your work friend, suggested grabbing lunch together. Over salads and sandwiches, you unloaded everything that had been weighing on you. You recounted the whirlwind romance, the intense arguments, and how you had ended things with Cillian, telling him to leave your apartment just days ago.

“I just don’t get him,” you said, absentmindedly pushing your salad around with your fork. “He says he loves me, but then he acts like he’s ashamed of us.”

Tori nodded sympathetically. “That’s a tough situation, but you have every right to feel the way you do. You deserve to be more than a secret.”

You let out a heavy sigh, a mix of frustration and sadness. “I know he’s trying to protect me, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like he’s protecting himself.”

“That’s probably true,” Tori agreed. “But you’re doing the right thing by standing your ground. You need stability, especially now, with everything that’s coming.”

“Yeah. I think it’s just better this way, as co-parents,” you murmured. The idea of continuing a romantic relationship with Cillian felt like setting yourself up for more heartache, especially if he couldn’t make up his mind soon. Staying on good terms and focusing on raising the baby together seemed like the best path forward.

The conversation with Tori offered some comfort, but the emotional turmoil lingered. You threw yourself into your work, trying to push thoughts of Cillian aside, but it was getting harder. Every time you saw him on set, you couldn’t help but watch him. The way he talked with his hands reminded you of how those same hands used to trace every inch of your skin. The memories made your stomach flip, but you quickly shook them off, refocusing on your tasks. Passing him in the hallway, you avoided eye contact, unwilling to let him see how much you still missed him. Each night you came home to an empty bed, the exhaustion of the day weighing on you, and you couldn’t help but wish for the comfort of his presence. He was still part of your life, but not in the way you needed.

A few days later, you found yourself leaning over a table near the catering station, labeling costumes for next week’s shoots. You had woken up with a headache, a familiar discomfort that had been coming more frequently, and the nausea that you thought was behind you had returned with a vengeance.

Cillian, meanwhile, was having one of the worst weeks of his life. On top of the tension between you and the longing he felt for you and your baby girl, he was buried in meetings with producers and his lawyer. His ex, Siobhan, was making it difficult for him to see Max, resenting him for leaving her to raise their son alone. All Cillian wanted was to make things right, to get his life in order so he could be the man you needed.

That morning, he woke up thinking of you, as he had every day since the fight. He wondered how you were feeling, if you had any new symptoms, or if the baby had been moving. You were 23 weeks along, and your bump was growing more prominent by the day. Today, you felt especially pregnant—hungry, but everything made you nauseous, and your body was weighed down with exhaustion.

As Cillian walked down to grab a coffee, he spotted you bent over the table, engrossed in your work. You were wearing your reading glasses, and your hair was piled into a messy bun. He couldn’t help the rush of emotions—and desire—that surged through him at the sight of you, especially the way your leggings and tight sweater accentuated your growing belly. Coffee cup in hand, he approached you, his heart pounding with anxiety.

“Morning, Y/N,” he mumbled, taking a sip from his cup.

You straightened up too quickly, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over you. “Morning yourself,” you replied, placing a hand on the table for support.

“Whoa, you okay?” Cillian asked, his voice filled with concern as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, though the dizziness lingered. “Yeah, just stood up too fast, I think.”

He frowned, worry etched across his face. “You sure? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m fine, Cill,” you reassured him, though your voice was softer than usual. “Just a bit tired.”

He nodded, sensing your exhaustion. “I actually wanted to talk to you. How about I pick you up after work?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

“Yeah, sure. Pick me up at 6,” you agreed, trying to keep your composure, but your nerves betrayed you. Why was it so hard to stay calm around him?

You attempted to return to your task as he walked away, but something suddenly came to mind. “Oh, actually,” you called after him, “I have to grab groceries for the week. I’ve run out of pickles.” You forced a smile, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so trivial.

Cillian chuckled, his expression softening. “I’d love to help you out.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to bother you with fruit picking,” you joked, trying to deflect your embarrassment.

“No, not at all. That’s what I’m here for, Y/N,” he said earnestly.

“Well, thank you, Cill. I’ll see you at 6?”

“See ya,” he smiled, walking away, leaving you with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Later that evening, you found yourself pushing a cart around the fruit and vegetable section, Cillian by your side. As you browsed through lettuces and spinach, the conversation turned to the holidays.

“So, are you going to Cork for Christmas?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Yeah, I plan to,” he replied, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. “But I’d like to be with Max too, so I think I’ll go there for New Year’s.”

“And you?” he asked, glancing over at you as you reached for a head of lettuce.

“I was thinking of going home. I haven’t seen my family in ages, so I hope I can get away for at least a week,” you replied.

You had left London over four years ago after receiving a job offer on an actual movie set, a significant step up from organizing rich people’s closets. But Dublin, despite its opportunities, often left you feeling homesick. Your family was tight-knit, and being away made it difficult to stay connected. When you told them you were pregnant, they were thrilled but also concerned. They knew the challenges ahead, and they urged you to come back home so they could support you.

The thought of returning home had been on your mind a lot lately. Being a mother was going to be demanding, and you weren’t sure how you would manage it all on your own. The fear of doing this alone was what kept you up at night, gnawing at you, especially during quiet moments like these. You could feel Cillian watching you, as if he sensed your inner turmoil.

“Your family must be really excited to see you,” he said, his voice gentle, as if he was aware of the heaviness of your thoughts.

“Yeah, they are,” you admitted, trying to keep your tone light, though the underlying worry was hard to mask. “My sister says she wants to see my belly. She’s probably going to love seeing me this fat,” you joked, gesturing to your growing bump.

Cillian chuckled, finding your self-deprecation endearing. To him, you looked even more beautiful now that you were carrying his child. “Oh yeah? How’s the bump doing?” he asked, glancing at your belly that seemed to grow a little more every day.

“Good. She’s been moving around a lot. I feel huge, though. Nothing fits anymore,” you replied, feeling a mix of discomfort and pride.

Cillian nodded, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence as you both browsed the endless rows of chocolates. Even after all the time you’d known each other, the tension from recent events still hung between you, making things feel uneasy.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” you finally broke the silence, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Just wanted to see how you both were,” he said, looking at you with sincerity, though you could sense there was more he wasn’t saying.

You gave him a skeptical look. “You could’ve texted me, you know,” you huffed, still feeling a bit of lingering frustration. “That’s what we agreed on. You don’t have to be here just to check in.”

“But I want to be here,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I don’t want to just text you or catch a glimpse of you at work.” He paused for a moment, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, but it sent your heart racing, and you felt the baby kick more vigorously, responding to your nervousness. “I want to be here. To help you with groceries, to satisfy your cravings. And I don’t want to push you—I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I just want to be there for you, Y/N.”

His words hung in the air, and you could feel the sincerity behind them. You couldn’t deny how much you missed him, how much you craved his support and companionship. But there was still a part of you that was hesitant, unsure if you could fully trust him with your heart again.

“I know you want to be there,” you said softly, weighing your words carefully. “And I’m sorry I pushed you away, but let’s just… take things slow.”

Cillian nodded, understanding the caution in your voice. “Okay, let’s take things slow.”

As he drove you home, the conversation was light, easing some of the tension that had been between you. You mentioned that you had an appointment on Monday to get checked for gestational diabetes and asked if he wanted to come along.

“I’m not worried, really,” you assured him. “The midwife said it’s just a precaution.”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he replied, his hand reaching over to pat your knee gently. “I’ll be there.”

When you arrived at your apartment, Cillian insisted on helping you carry your groceries upstairs. As you walked up the stairs, he carried the heavier bags, making sure you didn’t have to strain yourself.

Once inside, you set the bags down on the kitchen counter. Cillian began unpacking the groceries without hesitation, handing items to you as you put them away. The simple domesticity of the moment felt oddly comforting, even with everything unresolved between you.

“Thanks for helping out,” you said, smiling at him as you placed the last of the groceries in the fridge.

“Of course,” he replied, returning your smile. “It’s the least I can do.”

As you both finished up, the atmosphere in the apartment felt warm but still tinged with the unspoken complexities between you. He lingered for a moment, seeming hesitant to leave.

“I guess I’ll head out,” he said finally, his voice soft. “But I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah, Monday,” you nodded, walking him to the door.

Before he left, Cillian turned back to you, his expression tender. “Goodnight, Y/N. Take care of yourself, alright?”

“Goodnight, Cill,” you replied, feeling a small warmth in your chest at his concern. “Drive safe.”

With a final smile, Cillian stepped out into the hallway, and you closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as you processed the evening. The feelings you had for him were still strong, but you shook them off as you made your way to the kitchen to put the kettle on. The uncertainty of your romantic relationship weighed on you, but you knew one thing for sure—Cillian could be trusted with this child and with you if anything ever went wrong.

Later, as you brushed your teeth, you noticed a small streak of blood in the sink. It wasn’t the first time—bleeding gums were a common symptom during pregnancy, something you’d read about online. Still, it gave you pause for a moment before you continued with your nighttime routine.

Rubbing some oil on your growing belly, you reflected on your pregnancy so far. You’d been fortunate—no complications, and everything had been progressing normally. You hoped with all your heart that things would continue this way for the remaining weeks. As you laid down that night, you whispered softly to your baby, feeling her tiny kicks in response. “Stay safe in there, my love,” you murmured, your hand resting on your belly. “I love you so much.”

Meanwhile, Cillian lay awake in his own bed, staring at the ceiling. He missed you terribly, and the regret gnawed at him. He knew he’d made mistakes, been unfair, and caused you pain. But he also knew how much you loved him, and he was determined to prove to you that he could be the man you deserved—the father his daughter deserved. He’d made his share of mistakes with Max, but he was resolute not to repeat them this time. He owed you that much.

After only a few hours of sleep, you were jolted awake by a sharp, stabbing pain in your stomach, like a cramp. Panic surged through you as you instinctively grabbed your belly, trying to calm yourself. Reaching over to turn on the bedside light, you lifted the covers, and your heart dropped at the sight—blood staining the sheets beneath you.

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[androgynousblackbox]

You Look Good In Red. [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[Blood Play]

It had been around five hours since Alastor had found himself technically "married" to a Morningstar, one of the most recognizable names in the city, and he still find it hard to believe. All those promises about how he could just eat whoever he wanted to without repercussions, have all his needs met, get anything he could ask, just for the price of pretending to be Alice Magne, the wife of Lucifer Magne, didn't inspire much trust in the reality of his situation. Wearing a dress and respond to other name just seemed far too small of a price. Shouldn't he be waking up in his house in the woods already? Try to clean the blood off his hand on a fountain, hearing nature behind him, alert and ready to take off if necessary? The idea of having one place to just stop and don't have to think about his next move was so alien to him, months after escaping that mental asylum he was sent to.

Lucifer, in the other hand, was already acting like all of this, the bringing a man found eating his own in the woods, the put a ring on his finger and declare his love after just a few days of meeting, were all just normal things to do. Nothing that especial happening. Nevermind that finding another hybrid between Fork and Cakes was already extremely rare.

Alastor almost wanted to grab a drawer and split his head open, see if that way he could make any sense of his thought process in the bloodied wrinkles of his, no doubt, tiny brain. He could probably devour it in one single bite too. It would be chewy and soft. The worst part was that, even though he wasn't a fan of that texture, it was going to be the best thing he ate in his entire life.

The blonde man came out of the shower, rubbing a towell over his scalpt. Droplets of water came out jumping out of his hair. Alastor hated how he couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on the pale body, slightley rosey after coming out the pressure of the hot water. Muscles well defined, abs made to create the perfect path for someone's tongue to trail down to. The towell wrapping him by the waist was both a blessing and a curse, especially when Lucifer kept moving. The distinctive shape of what was hiding could be seen still. His mouth watered before he forced himself to turn his head.

The smell of shampoo and soap have never seen as appealing to him, until that moment. On top of that body, mixed with his essence, everything just called to him like an annoying little siren that had just cut lose all his safety ropes and he was at risk of crashing. He had already let that happen back at the woods and he also couldn't believe that either.

"The water is perfect!" commented Lucifer with a big stupid smile that lived up his whole face. It was frankly annoying how perky the guy had been since they came to the room, as if walking in the clouds of his own paradise, not letting anything at all to pull him down. Less than anything silly stuff like reason or logic. "You can enter now if you want."

"I will" Alastor pushed himself out of the chair. He intended to make a circle to avoid the smaller man, but end up going straight to him. Lucifer lifted his eyes with a soft look that made him want to bite his retinas off. Alastor grabbed the hand of Lucifer to inspect it, pretending that was the intention all along. He had changed his bandages in the bathroom. Lucifer let him hold it without a second thought, even though he was the whole reason why he had holes on both his palms. "You forgot to clean under your nails."

"Oh, I don't think anyone will mind" Lucifer shrugged with a half smirk. Of course he would think that. "But if it bothers you, I will clean them up now."

"Don't do me any favors" Alastor clicked his tongue, letting go. "I know you feel safe in this city, but a little more of precaution goes a long way."

"Alright" Lucifer smiled again.

Just rolling with his comment, with no intention of giving him the confrontation he was craving. A distraction from the impulse to lick the water slipping down that perfect pristine neck. Why did he even bothered?

He made his way to the bathroom. The steam had mostly got out by the open door, but the mirror was still dripping until Alastor wipped a clean surface to look at himself. The blood of the service guy they had called was already cacking and cracking over his skin. He licked his lips. It had been a while since he managed to truly actually sink his teeth in such a way that the reward literally exploded inside of his mouth, drowning him. Skin so tender, easy to tear. Young bones under the cheek that weren't going to smile no more, asking costumers of the hotel if he could be of any service. The guy couldn't have been more than 20, if that.

He had brought them the clothes that Lucifer had send his goon to get for him and their lunch on a cart. Alastor thought that would be all when Lucifer closed the door of the penthhouse behind the young man and, without a word, stabbed the shoulder of the guy with one of the knives brought in. Alastor had eaten enough men to know how to move to avoid as much fight as possible, how to restrain him with his weight and flexible members, but then he didn't need to. Lucifer instead was the one holding the armas at the back of that service worker, kicking him down to have him kneeling in the floor. It had been remarkably easy then. As Lucifer shoved napkin inside of the open mouth to muffled his scream, Alastor could have all the time of the world to enjoy his little snack.

A Cake, smelling of cinammon toasted with coffee. Not too sweet. How did Lucifer even know? Or was it all a coincidence? Lucifer let him have the first few bites, but soon joined him too. Whenever their faces happened to find a common place, they kissed and that alone elevated the whole meal from an okay experience to something that should earn a five starts in any restaurant. Not that any restaurant would have the courage necessary to offer something so exquisite. That was something for only his tongue to get to know.

If they didn't do anymore than that was only because Alastor insisted on keep eating, keep biting and digging and fill himself so much that he couldn't even think about doing anything else. But without the ingredient that was Lucifer, the meal lost it's magic and became a simple okay. They still saved as much they could for later in the mini fridges. The rest had been cleaned up already by a cleaning crew who didn't say a single word. They bagged the rest of the body, took the blood stained carpet and left the area sparkling, squeaky clean. Only one of them called Lucifer "Mr Morningstar" before they were all gone.

He knew what was all of that, of course. Just a show for him to understand that was the extent of Lucifer's power. Alastor had been subconsciously waiting to receive a call from downstair or see police cars pulling at the front of the hotel, but nothing happened. It was like the man never existed at all. How much money was necessary to achieve something like that?

"For the next time, a warning would be nice," said Alastor to Lucifer once they were alone again, both drenched and impressentable for any part of their polite society. Without anyone else around he couldn't not be aware of the man's own smell. Alastor wanted to clean it up with his own tongue. "I like having a hand in picking my own prey."

"I just thought you would like it." Lucifer whipped a napkin on his chin, barely doing anything to the coat of dried blood stuck there. "I take it you don't like surprises, babe?"

"Don't call me that" Alastor replied automatically. Who even said that they were at that point already? "And for the record, no, I do not. Like I said, I prefer picking what goes into my mouth."

Lucifer sighed, but nodded all the same.

"Noted. Do you want to use the bathroom first or I go?"

It had been ages since Alastor could have a proper shower. The waters in that blasted building called asylum were constantly near freezing and the pressure was always a tossed out. He ached to clean himself properly, at last. But he declined and said Lucifer could go instead. Once the blonde man was away, he grabbed two knives from cart with their empty plates. One he saved it on the back of his pants. The other kept it under one of the pillows, hiding in the space between the matress and the wall.

He didn't want to have to stab Lucifer. But prepare himself just in case did made him feel a little better, more in control of his actions. As the city kept buzzing and moving at its usual rythm, without caring about a young man's lost life, Alastor slowly came to terms with the fact nothing was going to happen.

Couldn't be that good, could it be?

That question was dissolved in flammes when he came down the head of the shower. He could not give less of a fuck if Lucifer heard him moan at the other side of the door. For a few moments, he was content and satisfied in a world where all he had to do was enjoy the splash of the drops taking away all the dirt and blood and sweat off him. The brief shower at the building where he was kidnapped was quick and efficient, just a necessity to get out of the way in order for him to get out. There, unless Lucifer did wanted that stab, nobody was going to rush him. If he was truly free, then by all means he should be allowed such indulgency.

He had no idea how long he was there. His sign that maybe a long while had happened already were the wrinkles in the tip of his fingers. At some point he had to get out and face the rest of whatever awaited him. He grabbed one of the two available bathrobes and came out.

The twilight had painted the whole place in a placid orange. The TV was on, but muted. Lucifer was sitting at the corner of the bed while speaking to the telephone. He was already fully dried, dressed in some comfy pants and a loose t-shirt like he didn't have to receive anyone. Alastor climbed on the bed and opened up his mouth to bite into his nape. If Lucifer reacted positively to it, he may be inclined to let it go further than that. The shower had relaxed him and losen up his body just as much as his previous inhibition. Shouldn't be the most natural thing on the world for a wife-husband to crave the flesh of his partner? Then Lucifer should be more than happy to provide for him like that, right?

"Sorry, Lilith, I don't think I will go to dinner" said Lucifer to the phone and that stopped Alastor on his track. He had almost forgotten it wasn't just the two of them. He sat behind the man, wanting to convince himself the craving was gone, even though it wasn't. It was there and it's presence revolted him again. "I want to stay here for the night. Tomorrow I might go for a moment before I go house hunting, I don't know yet" Lucifer looked at him over his shoulder and smiled. He covered the mic with his shoulder and spoke to him in a whisper. "Sorry, I won't take long. Did you want to order something?"

"It's fine" said Alastor, moving out of the bed.

His new clothing was folded on a couch, along with some underwear and socks. He dressed up, pretending he wasn't still hearing every word.

"Can I speak to Charlie?" Lucifer's smile went even wider, twirling the cable in his fingers. "Hi, princess. My little cutie princess is being a good little girl? I bet she is! Papa already misses you so much, sweetie! I can't see you right now, but I just know that you are the cutest little thing ever. I love you so, so, so, so much, you have no idea. When I see I will give you the best hug ever and the entire world and the moon. Would you like that, princess?" Lucifer's eyes crinkled and his lips folded over his lips.

Whatever baby noise he was receiving from the other side gave him such joy as if they were revealing long sought after secrets of the universe he had spend his life searching for. Alastor closed his eyes, squeezing the fabric of the towell in his hands. Something about Lucifer being so openly affectionate with his daughter was making him irrationally hungry for the man again. Maybe if he ate his heart he could feel as warm as Lucifer sounded.

Their daughter. That was still such a weird concept for him, but accepting Lucifer's golden ring meant to accept that baby was going to be part of his life. Until she was old enough and then he could take Lucifer's life, that is. After that, Charlie probably was just going to be back to the care of her mother and he was going to be on the road, searching for another meal that could remind him of that flavor.

He ignored the twist on his stomach at the thought.

By the time he put on some slippers, Lucifer was back talking to Lilith. This time Alastor did not pulled back. He hugged the waist of the man from behind and pressed his lips on the space behind Lucifer's ear. Lucifer did not try to move away or tell him to leave him alone while talking to his wife. Alastor felt better as he tightened his arms, bringing Lucifer against his chest.

"Yes, I know" said Lucifer, moving his head to a side as Alastor nibbled his neck. If he perforated the skin hard enough, he could have the best meal of his life already. The hand of Lucifer came on top of his arm, completely relaxed, rubbing him gently with a thumb. According to Lucifer, he and his legal wife haven't even slept in the same room for months after conceiving Charlie. As long the man kept the promise he had made to him, then only Alastor would get to know what was to hold him like that. Him and nobody else, especially not that woman. He would make sure that when they saw each other again, Lucifer smelled like his own property. A Fork like Lilith Mortningstar would understand what it meant instantly. "I understand, but it's important for me. Listen, can we talk about it tomorrow? Yeah, sure, no problem. Give Charlie a kiss from me, alright? Have a good night."

As soon Lucifer hang out, Alastor turned him around to claim his mouth. It belonged to him, like the body attached to it. All of Lucifer was his and poor of the sucker who didn't understand that simple principle. Lucifer lifted his hands to hold his cheeks, giving the access without question, without any doubt. He let out a pleasant rumble.

"Hey" Lucifer separated briefly to suck Alastor's lips. "Can I try to do the thing I wanted to do in the car?" asked, his hands sliding down the back of Alastor, no doubt intending to grab his ass. He grabbed the forearms of the man before he could reach the knife he was hiding and pushed him to the bed, ending on top. "Oh" Lucifer blinked. "Do you want to do it then? I am fine with either."

For a moment, Alastor didn't even know what he was talking about until it came back to him. In the car, Lucifer had put a hand near to his crotch and suggested tasting him from there. The rush of getting to finally kiss the man had been all he cared about then, but now? Now he was curious too. He had never been inclined to that particular area of any other man before, no more than any other at least, and certainly not while they were alive. But Lucifer was not like any other man. If there was anyone he was going to try to do that with, it was going to be with him.

"Yes" said, going over to pull Lucifer's belt.

As he opened up the pants underneath and slipped the underwear down, the smell was already watering his mouth. There it was more intense, richer, as the blood rushed in. When he gave the first few test licks across the the size of Lucifer, he already knew: it was delicious. From the base up to the head, it was burning against his tongue and making him feel dizzy with desire. He wanted to bite down and rip it out, swallow it whole. He wanted to cut it with his knife and prepared it as nicely as he could, make justice to it through the right spices and garnish. He wanted to get drunk on it and keep it on that same state forever. Do all of it at once and repeated it every day of his life.

"Fuck" Lucifer moaned. Alastor felt him brushing his fingers through his damp hair. Fascinantingly enough, the flavor did not stayed just the same. The more it was becoming stiff and rising on its own, more intense and obvious it was becoming. He pressed his teeth alongside the shaft, following with his tongue the veins up to the head greeting him. It would take a really good bite to fully take it off, a thick and worthy adversary for any jaw. "Your… your hands. Use your hands, babe."

This time Alastor did not bother to tell him to leave the pet name. As a begginer, he took the instruction as the educational experience that it was and lifted his hand to wrap around Lucifer. He vaguely remembered the right motion from the handful of times in which he had touched himself. On the few ocassions in which he managed to get himself to finish, it never seemed actually worth the hassle and time spend. But he never had before the kind of motivation that was the allure that Lucifer had over his senses. After already tasting the blood, saliva and sweat of the man, now he was sure that the reward for his effort was going to be satisfactory.

He played a little with the testicles below, knowing that too entered into the category of things that could feel good, and he got confirmation that he was right as Lucifer's hip jerked towards his face. As he sucked greedily on the slit, he observed the way that Lucifer's chest rise and fell in continuous pants, raspy sounds dragging themselves out of his throat as he seemed completely consumed by his actions. Pride swelled up inside at the thought of having this kind of power and influence over him. His pleasure was his doing, just like his death and the rest of his life.

It wasn't long until his nose got a hint of something new. It was very faint at first, but it didn't take long for the essence to make itself known. The clear liquid that he had been drinking already contained traces of it, it announced the arrival.

Lucifer's back arched over the bed, the interior of his thighs twitching as if shocked with a cable. Alastor saw himself forced to hold his waist down to keep him in place. There was no way now that he was going to miss on his meal just because Lucifer couldn't behave himself for one second.

He bobbed his head around the hardened flesh, slurping, licking, taking as much as he could, increasingly faster as he knew it was close, so close that he could almost taste it already. With a final loud moan, Lucifer tensed up, the legs at the sides of Alastor getting on their toes as he climaxed.

Alastor did not think for a second that it was gross or denigradating, as it would be the case if someone had told him about the act before knowing Lucifer. There was no espace in his head for any of that when all he could register was the absolute bliss of getting to enjoy his prize, wich he did with like he was finally breaking on a diet he didn't even know that he was on. His own body craved it more than water, more than the beating heart of that unfortunate worker, and then it was gone far too soon. No matter how much he kept licking, Lucifer would quiver against his tongue, but nothing else would happen.

As he rised up over his arms again, Lucifer was still trying to catch his breath. He heard the movement of Alastor and their eyes caught each other. So that is what another man looked after going through that. A couple of second of silence passed between them. Lucifer finally lifted an arm to hold to Alastor's.

"Want me to return the favor, Al?"

Alastor tilted his head at the phrasing. If anything, Lucifer was the one who did the favor to him by providing him with such a delicious good. No doubt that is how he was going to take it if and when Lucifer did the same to his body.

He was curious to know what was that too. Maybe it was just better when it was anything else but just his own hand and saliva. But Lucifer seemed already spent and if Lucifer could provide that service, he wanted him fully alert, ready to offer nothing less than the best and appreciate it.

"Later" said, whiping his bottom lip with a thumb and licking it. Some portion of Lucifer was still there and it was so good he could only sigh a moment.

"Are you sure?" Lucifer pulled on the front of his shirt. Alastor saw no reason to resist him and end up brushing their bodies together, mostly supporting himself on the side as they mouth made contact again.

This kiss felt lazier, more comfortable than the one in the car. They had both been satisfied already, so there was no ferocious need behind the gesture. As he nodded his head in silent answer, Lucifer lifted his hand to ruffled his curls and chuckled.

"That was… amazing, babe. How many times have you done that before?"

Alastor perked up. Not just at the admiration, but also the tinge of darker intention just at the bottom of that comment. The possesiveness that was already there and made him relax even more. Good. There was no point in sharing a life, however short, with someone that didn't felt like claiming him the same way that he did.

"Believe it or not, that was my first time," said, supporting himself on his side and holding his cheek on his hand.

"No kidding" Lucifer sighed, letting his head fell to the bed. With his eyes still closed, he frowned slightly. "So none of the men you were with ever wanted to do that or you never wanted to before?"

"There was no other men" Alastor shrugged. He saw no point in lying about that.

"Women?"

"Neither."

The frown of Lucifer deepened for a moment. When he looked over at him again, he examined him as if to discover if Alastor was playing a trick on him.

"Are you telling me that what we did in the woods… was your first?"

"Does it matter?"

"Ever? With anyone?"

"I never wanted to do it before, so I didn't. Then I changed my mind when it suited me. Simple as that." Alastor did not understand what was the issue. True, the way that his body had reacted to their proximity wasn't planned for, and still baffled him, but it's not like he regretted it either. Lucifer stared at him in shock and he took offense to that. If that man dared to treat that experience like Alastor had lost something precious, he might end up stabbing him right there anyway. "What?" hissed, squinting his eyes.

The smile that spread across Lucifer's face caught him by surprise, but not less than when he lunched himself forward to kiss him, rolling over him until he was now the one on top of Alastor.

"I was your first" said Lucifer with a sing song, nuzzling his cheek.

"So what." Alastor sneered, irritatingly aware of his face heating up. "Are you going to hurt your arm patting yourself in the back for it?"

"I am so happy" Lucifer hold him gently as he kissed him again. "I will get to teach you myself all I know."

Alastor huffed.

"I was under the impression I was doing pretty good on my own."

"Oh, yeah" Lucifer chuckled, one hand already lingering down Alastor's body. His warm palm was like a spill of oil being lighted up. "But there is still so many other things we can do that can be fun, babe."

"I told you not to call me that" Alastor protested, even though he already knew it was useless. Not because Lucifer clearly wasn't going to give up, but the tingling that he was learning to recognize was already at the pit of his stomach, the start of a tension that was going to need to be released.

Lucifer started to unbutton his shirt, nibbling his way down Alastor's neck.

"You can keep the knife if you want" commented, not lifting his gaze from where his mouth was going even as Alastor glared at him. "If that is what you need, I don't mind."

Alastor turned his head to a side. He should have known already that only a demented man like Lucifer would not mind his lover taking weapons to the bed.

--

Lucifer had made himself his second, his third and the first ever man to suck him. It turns out that indeed the activity of touching that part of himself was a lot better when he wasn't the one doing it. Unlike him, Lucifer had quite the experience that came out shinning in his technique.

By the time they were having dinner, some garnish to go along with the intestines of their most recent prey, the city sky was covered in the intense dark of the universe with just a few blinking stars. Alastor was lazily dragging his knife over Lucifer's shoulder blade as the man rested, eyes closed, but not sleeping. Neither of them had bothered to put on anything else, but their underwear. Lucifer had offered to go to the second bed if he wanted to and Alastor had replied that he better stopped being an idiot, there was plenty of space anyway.

It was also his first time sharing bed with anyone, but Lucifer's ego had gained way too much boost for the day. He didn't need to know the extent with which he had already changed his life.

"I want a snack" commented finally.

Lucifer hummed, barely moving.

"Want me to call room service?"

"No" Alastor gripped the knife better in his hand, applying some more pressure. "I want what I was promised."

"Ah." Lucifer sighed deeply and stretched, from his shoulder to his back, before letting himself fall again. "Alright. Just remember: nothing permanent."

"I remember." Alastor never had anyone acting so non chalant about their own possible mutilation. He found himself respecting him a little more, almost despite himself. They had made a deal and Lucifer was willing to do his part. Even if he did it out of a stupid and undeserved level of trust he was already putting on him.

"Bon appetite then" said Lucifer through a yawn.

At no point he had even bothered to open his eyes. Alastor sat on the bed and tried to find the best position to do what he wanted. He ended up grabbing one of the arms that Lucifer had hiding under the pillow and putting it down against the mattress. If he struggled somehow, it should be easier to controll him like that. Lucifer turned his head. Alastor did not apply more force than necessary nor did anything else for a few seconds, so he relaxed again.

He kept the arm down with a knee as he pushed the cover down to reveal the full extent of Lucifer's back That was so much space and all for him to do as he pleased. Unlike him, Lucifer had been barely marked at all after a life of violence and death. He would have to change that.

In the end, he ended up deciding the best spot was exactly where he had started. Near the shoulder, but still far enough in the back that nobody would notice it by just looking at Lucifer from the front. Something about being a semi secret they would know about excited him. Alastor inclined further, extending the skin between his index and thumb to make a line for his other hand to follow. The knife was a good one, silver, so cut rather easily through the skin. The first dropplets of blood started to move and he pressed his mouth over the wound, licking it as he made it larger.

It was really a blessing that Lucifer could heal just as well as the healthiest Cake, one of the perks he got from his status as an hybrid. They wouldn't need desinfectant unless he went all out, which wasn't part of the plan. The first two lines were easy. Lift that portion of skin required some more careful manuevering, his nail digging a point in which they could grab and start to pull. That was when Lucifer lifted his head from the pillow, even though of course he couldn't see exactly what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Making my own snack" Alastor sucked the blood under the wound, just as his other hand lifted some more the rest of the way. "There are some tribes of Africa that do this exactly to mark their members. I read about it years ago. Permanent scars that they take to their graves. It's even considered an art form."

"Is that what you are doing?" Lucifer chuckled softly and his shoulder agitated a little. A line of red dragged itself to the side over the pale skin before Alastor caught it with his tongue. "Do we have a tribe of two now?"

"Indeed. Too late to turn back now."

"Who said I want to?"

Alastor stared at the profile of Lucifer, but he still had his eyes closed as if nothing was happening. A small smile on his lips was the only change in his expression. Had he ever trusted someone like that before? Not even his mother, to whom he tried so hard to keep away from the most violent aspects of himself, of the fantasies he was aware off since childhood. There he was, hiding knives, disabling someone that haven't given the first sign of wanting to fight him back, all the while Lucifer was ready to receive everything from him with open arms. Ready to have a home, to make a family together. Things he didn't even thought he had a right to hope for, just falling into his lap with no warning.

How was he supposed to defend himself against someone like that?

That stupid crazy man had been so convinced that they could make it work. For the first time since they met, Alastor really wanted to believe that too. If all he had to do to gain that little paradise was to pretend to be Alice Magne, wife of Lucifer Magne, then that was a price he was more than willing to pay.

Alastor pulled the last bit of skin with his teeth and brought it inside his mouth like a noodle, moaning as he started biting into it. Then, only after he did that, Lucifer stirred slightly.

"I haven't finished" said Alastor, kissing his back just as much as he licking it clean.

Lucifer was bleeding in such a way that some portion inevitably fell to the bed. He moved his legs, liberating the arm of Lucifer as he grabbed his knife again.

"Mmm" Lucifer sighed, burying his head in the pillow just as Alastor made more cuts, two smaller ones by the middle of the first one.

A X that in a pirate's map would mark his treasure. A X that marked something done, that couldn't be touched anymore. Alastor already knew that wasn't the sound of pain. He could smell it in the air.

"You are disgusting" joked Alastor with a chuckle. "This is doing it for you? I didn't know you were a massochist."

"I am not" Lucifer swallowed, turning to see him in profile. The recently free hand that still laid between Alastor's knee lifted itself up, rubbing him through his underwear. Truth be told, that part of him had just started to wake up. "Baby, it's you literally all over me, I can't help it."

Alastor hummed, his hips moving against that hand. He pulled on the next strip, shorter than the first one, and ate it as slowly as he could while putting down at his underwear. The contact of the warm hand of Lucifer felt right, felt perfect as he continued his work. At that point he couldn't keep up and the blood had spread to the sides of Lucifer's back, some of it falling down his spine to make a little poddle on the lower end. That one Alastor did devoured hungrily, gripping the asscheeks of Lucifer.

The smell became more intense with his action. It made him realize how empty he truly was. How much something it was barely a whim before had become into a need.

"Are you done?" asked Lucifer, panting.

Alastor pulled on the final strip with a quick movement of his finger. He made an affirmative sound even as he was eating it. Lucifer turned around quick and pushed him back against the bed, pushing Alastor's briefs entirely out of him and pulling down on his. Alastor let his hand grip Lucifer's back and came back red.

He licked it all over and sucked in every finger like a compliment to the chef. Lucifer spit down towards his own erection, spreading it further. As he thrusted inside with a decisive movement, Alastor chewed on the strip of skin he haven't swallowed yet, letting the flavor to relax him easier, faster than Lucifer grabbing his own dick could do. He felt himself flutter and hold onto the intromission like a venus plant closing around an unsuspecting bug, one that didn't know yet was about to be dissolved for energy.

But his little fly knew exactly what he was doing. He had come prepared with his own armour to get inside and out, as much as he wanted to, while giving him enough pieces for him to allow it to. Alastor didn't even realized of when he had wrapped his legs around the slim waist just to push Lucifer deeper and keep him closer. Closer, even more close, where he could sink his teeth near the shoulder. Those marks would not leave permanent scars, they could heal by their own, but that was fine for now.

He grunted as he gripped Lucifer with everything he had. The most prideful leech would be envious of how much resolved there was on his obtaining the food he didn't just want anymore, but needed. Lucifer buried his nose on the hair of his temple, doing nothing to stop him as he accelerated his movement.

Alastor used his bloodied hand to pump himself. The mere thought of doing that with the blood of his (husband, lover, partner, accomplice, all of that and more) Lucifer send a shockwave through his body that surprised him. Could this really be his future now? Wasn't he going to just wake up in a dirty floor with boarded up windows and nobody to talk to but rotting heads? Even if he woke up in a padded room in a straight jacket, for this kind of dream it was worth it.

The kiss Lucifer shared with him matched his same desperation. He whined into his mouth as the first sign of his climax ravaged him. Lucifer did not slowed down. If anything, he went even more brutal until the head of Alastor ended up hanging by the border of the bed. They rode their finale together until they collapsed on each other.

Alastor took one finger to the open wound. He took notice of the edged corners that were just now started to heal. Not the most aesthetically pleasing job, but it would have to do for now. He took some of the remaining blood and smeared his lips with it, holding Lucifer's face to come taste it with him. For Lucifer his own blood would never be anything that especial, but he still sucked on the traces eagerly.

After another shower, changing the sheets and covers of the bed, Alastor barely groaned at all when Lucifer came to hug him by the back.

"Shut the fuck up" said Lucifer softly, kissing the back of his neck. "You are going to have to get used to this from now. Better start now."

[m0rbidmacabre]

The Offering

Summary:

Vessel, a character tormented by his inner pain and trauma, seeks solace in sleep, personified as a deity. Despite his suffering becoming increasingly visible to his bandmates, Vessel struggles to communicate his feelings, even to his closest friend, III. After a particularly distressing encounter with the 'voice of sleep', Vessel and III decide to forego band practice, opting for silence and comfort instead.

Notes:

dipping my toes into the world of Sleep Token - This is probably going to end up being pretty dark but for now, enjoy some loving cuddles and angst.

The Offering  

Chapter 1

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Sleep is a deity that lives inside us all, they are a mirror of our emotional connection to the world around us. Our pain, trauma, love, healing. What they are not is a healer, a helper, a friend. They reflect your inner subconscious. They only have the power we give to them; they represent the worst and the best parts of who we are as humans.

Vessel had been within sleeps grasp for as long as he could remember, he worshipped the deity that had promised him salvation, hoping that one day his insufferable pain would vanish, that his trauma would be healed.  Although Vessel’s pain was much more apparent now, not only to himself, but to his fellow band mates.  it plagued him, his black cloud of pain...  It was constantly in his skyline.   

Vessel was sat in the dark, his mind unable to rest, his head swimming in the dreams that had just plagued him.   

“Do you think it will ever stop? Do you think it will ever go away…”  Vessel spoke out into the night, his head in his hands as the sweat from his nightmares oozed out from his pores.   

“Soon proselyte… first you must show your true strength... you must prove that your ascension will be worth it” a voice answered him. It echoed through the room, reaching only Vessel's mind. His heart began racing and his palms grew sweaty as he heard the voice of sleep.  

“You answer me now?!” Vessel shouted   

“I cried for help, over and over... you've ignored me... FOR MONTHS. All I want is for the pain to go away…I'll do anything you ask. Please, Sleep. Help me...”. Vessel's voice breaking as he confesses his desperation to the deity. His tears spilling down his face as the room fell to silence.   

The darkness held it’s claws closer to Vessel's throat longer than he admitted to his band mates, he was never one to make them worry, he wanted them to look up to him, to follow him like he follows sleep, but his lack of rest was becoming visible, his irritation showing.  

The day light crawled through the curtains and so did the tap to vessels door.   

“Yeah…” Vessel rolled over to face the door, still lying in bed... His brain not once finding peace.   

III walked into the room “Hey Ves, are you okay? We’ve got to practise this afternoon”.   

“I’m fine, I just… I don't know” he shook his head burying it into his arms.   

“Hey, it’s okay. We understand. This is all new for all of us… you have a lot on your plate… we are in this together” III said as he slid onto the bed next to Vessel enveloping him into his long arms.   

Vessel leaned into III letting his arms wrap around him, taking in his sweet scent of his shampoo. Strawberries.  He felt safe here, in the arms of someone who loved him, who kind of understood his traitorous path. III was always more than a good friend, he was his go to person.  III pattered Vessel with kisses, as vessel felt the tears beginning to fall. The tiniest sob making its way out of his mouth as III pulled him in tighter.   

“You don’t have to pretend with me Ves, I got you” III said III softly, trying to encourage his friend to bare his soul to him.  

Vessel didn’t reply, he didn’t say a word... He didn’t like to look weak, even to the people he loved… no explanation was offered for how he was feeling. As always Vessel closed himself off, even to his band mates.  He just sat quietly wrapped around III, the room quickly falling back to silence as they held each other.  III placed a kiss on Vessel’s forehead, as he sat back on the bed, pulling vessel and the blanket with him.   

“Maybe we should call off band practice today…Stay in bed… you don’t seem yourself” he whispered.  

Vessel just nodded his continual silence, leaving his opinions out of it, he knew full that band practise was important, but today... After hearing sleep talk to him last night... He just wanted to be in silence, to hear that voice reply over and over in his head. He was sure he was going to lose his mind.  

“I tell you what, I’ll get the others.... let’s get cozy and watch something shall we? What about pizza? ” III said to Vessel hoping for a more reasonable answer.  

“Okay...” Vessel agreed, always the quiet type. III smiled. Vessel may only have just agreed with his idea, but it made it his day that his friend was opting to spend time with them overspending time alone.  

“Okay, okay, okay.... wait here. I’ll go get everything ready. It’s going to be amazing Ves.” III kissed Vessel on the forehead and got to his feet like a dangly puppy dog that hadn't grown into his overgrown legs yet.  

Vessel sat in silence, alone once again in his room. The quietness only brought his thoughts back to sleep, his mind racing as if sleep was still inside his head, poking around... Prodding at his life force from the inside. His mind flashing memories of his past that he had long tried to leave behind him, he wrapped the blanket III had left around him. The smell of his strawberry shampoo still lingering, bringing him comfort while he was alone. If his band mates only knew just how much he needed them, they were his inner circle, his protection from himself. The only people who knew who the real Vessel was. The world would never get to meet him, not really... Not truly, they see his mask. A mere projection of what they want to see. They never see the true person he is, and that's how Vessel liked it. He wanted to spread the message of sleep, spread words of hope... spread the feeling of pain that he had felt within himself through his stories. Not to heal others pain, no... but a way to heal his own. It was selfish in a way, a way for him to get over his own trauma that haunted him, a reflection that could heal him and bring him closer to his deity...  

“VES, VES, you coming out? We've picked a movie...” III shouted.  

Vessel lifted his head out of his arms, where he had tucked himself up in thought. He unwrapped himself slowly, each limb creaking and cracking as if he was older than the deity he serves. Keeping III’s blanket firmly wrapped around him as he stood.  

“Coming... Coming...” He shouted back to III.  

He walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, II, III and IV already sat around on a mismatch of blankets and pillows that III had laid out for them. It looked like a small fort had taken over the living room with the tv as its centre piece. III had made a little cozy den for them all to hang out in, III was forever the one that made sure the others were looked after and he never ceased to surprise Vessel with how kind and caring he was. Vessel just stood at the door, looking at them... their gazes drifting to Vessel, shiny smiles firmly adorned their faces. He smiled back, a welcomed smile from the torture of his own mind.  

“WELL, come on... were waiting for you....” II tapping the spot between him and III with a laugh, as Vessel just stood looking at them all, as if it was a picture he didn't want to lose.  

Vessel laughed back, an awkward smile appearing. He climbed over a pile of legs and arms, finding the perfect spot between all three of his band mates. Sitting down with crossed legs. It took only a moment before they were all interlocked, tangled in a sweet form of comfort. Each touching the other. Each knowing that through the pain and trauma... they always had each other.  

Notes:

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[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Days 16/17/18: snowballing, precome, come slut

lance/fernando, includes girl lance, facefucking, and an imbalanced sexual relationship, 1105 words

***

Every time they do this, it feels like the worst decision Fernando has ever made in his life. It should be a difficult list to top, but somehow, they manage. Sometimes he thinks that bad decisions are all he’s good at anymore.

“Slower,” Fernando tells her, his lips straining around each syllable. It’s never been so hard to remember English as it is when he’s with Lance. “Stay still. Let me do it.”

Lance is on her elbows and knees in her hotel bed. Her bed, because if Fernando ever allowed her in his, he knows she’d never leave. She’s naked, her skin slicked with sweat despite the air conditioner set as low as it’ll go. Lance always runs hot.

Fernando’s cock has been in her mouth for what feels like an hour. It probably hasn’t been that long, because whenever they do this, Lance gets so worked up that she can’t help but get a hand between her clit and the mattress to make herself come with Fernando’s dick down her throat—she knows by now that Fernando won’t do it for her no matter how many times she asks—and so far, they have yet to reach that part of the evening.

“Slow,” Fernando says again as he strengthens his grip on her high ponytail, her thick, dark hair like a length of rope in his fist. He pulls her down, nice and steady, until she has no choice but to swallow around him, her nostrils flaring as the tip of her nose nudges against his pelvis.

Fernando likes it best when it’s like this, when he has her looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He knows what she wants, that if Lance got her way, he’d be fucking her through the mattress until she can’t walk. Or maybe riding him, using his cock to get herself off over and over until he can’t take anymore.

But she’s young, still, and she needs to learn self-control. She’s too clingy, too needy, wants everything all the time. She doesn’t know how to appreciate the things she has that’ll one day be gone.

“Good,” Fernando says encouragingly as Lance finally relaxes under his hands. He slowly draws his cock back out, letting her take a breath, staring at the potent mix of precome and saliva dripping from her mouth, keeping her tethered to his cock as she gasps for air. “Again.”

He’s rougher this time, fucking her face, her throat until she gags, until there’s spit pouring out of her mouth onto the duvet. She takes it. She takes all of it, everything he has to give her, and Fernando has to force himself to slow down again when she stares up at him with watery brown eyes, lashes clumping together with the beginnings of tears.

Fernando wants to touch her, wants to slap her ass, flip her onto her back so he can mouth at her breasts. He wants to come in her pussy, again and again and again. Lance makes him feral, like he could lose his mind. She isn’t the only one who needs discipline, a firm hand.

Like this, they’re on the knife’s edge. Fernando has a duty to them both to keep them from falling off.

He pulls back again. Lance sucks in a sharp breath and reaches up with one hand to grab for his cock. Fernando quickly swats it away.

Lance’s eyes go dark. “I want to make you come,” she tells him, practically throwing a tantrum about it already, though that’s usually the sort of thing that precedes these meetings, rather than occurring during the main event.

“No,” Fernando says simply before fucking back into her mouth again. That’s another advantage of doing it this way. Less talking.

If Fernando was more honest with her—himself, too—they wouldn’t do this at all. There are only two viable paths to choose from: he could quit, and get on his knees for Lance instead; or he could quit, and cut ties with her altogether.

Fernando has, stupidly, chosen to stay.

Lance stares up at him balefully as he slowly slides into the back of her throat again. He’d asked her once what his come tasted like. She’s fascinated by it, delighted even. Never stops talking about how much she loves that he gets so wet for her, that she can taste it as soon as he’s inside her mouth. She swallows every time, his cock so deep inside her that Fernando sometimes wraps a hand around her neck just to feel the slight swell of himself in her throat.

He wants to taste her just as badly, but he’ll never tell.

Fernando thinks about denying her again when he feels himself getting close. Maybe for the fourth time, or the fifth. It’s easy to lose count.

He fucks her even harder instead, his free hand coming up to cradle her cheek, her jaw as he uses her. She struggles to stay upright as she wriggles a hand under herself, the way he’s come to expect. Her tits bounce with every thrust, hard, dark nipples dragging against the mattress.

She’s so beautiful, Fernando thinks, and then he pulls almost all the way out so he can come with just the head of his cock pressed against her tongue.

They stay there like that for a long moment, and then finally, Fernando pulls out. Lance doesn’t say anything when he drops down onto his knees with a pained grunt so he can kiss her. It’s only when she shoves her tongue into his mouth that he realizes why, the sharp brine of his come still thick like batter when she gives it back to him.

It doesn’t feel spiteful, though Fernando thinks that it probably should. If Lance were smarter about all this, maybe it would be. If she were better at playing games.

Lance’s face is radiant when he opens his eyes, their mouths disconnecting with a wet smack. Fernando swallows himself down and sees her see it, watches her smile.

It’s too genuine. He wants to look away. He doesn’t.

He should ask her if she came. He should make her come. He doesn’t.

“When are you gonna fuck me?” Lance asks with a faux pout that doesn’t fully engulf her wry smile. She flops over onto her back and starfishes out on the bed, letting out a wistful sigh before letting her hands drift back down between her thighs. She’s almost absent-minded about it. Not teasing, at all. “Like, actually fuck me?” she wonders.

Never, Fernando thinks to himself. He has to draw a line somewhere.

[archivalofsins]

Kotoko's first question is so boring- my god... Despite that I still have a good deal to say on it. So, let's get into it.

What's your ideal image of a hero?

Literally, what does that have to do with anything,

"Oh well she brings up heroes in her song a lot."

Okay, fine, whatever. My problem is the whole ideal thing. Firstly, ideals are things that are simply not realistic.

Ideal

Satisfying one's conception of what is perfect; most suitable.

Existing only in the imagination; desirable or perfect but not likely to become a reality.

Meaning this is just what she would want it to be not the reality. The only thing interesting about her answer is that depending on how it's translated she's literally just describing Es.

Something that isn't new either because the first translation of Deep Cover in the MILGRAM/Song of Prisoners- The Second Trial Trailer highlighted that already by having the lyrics as,

"So, I became your fang. I've chosen the awaited hero."

Not having her say she's become the awaited hero but she's chosen the the awaited hero. The person that seems to embody those ideals. The official translation of Deep Cover adds more nuance to the song by making this line less direct.

Instead making it,

"That’s why I became your fangs as the long-awaited hero."

Leaving it up to interpretation whether Kotoko is referring to Es or herself. Yet that ambiguity is not present in the translation they have not changed from the second trial songs trailer. Where she just downright states she's chosen the awaited hero. Meaning the hero isn't her and never was.

Making this question at best only serve to reiterate something that had already been expressed not only implied in the official translation but bluntly stated in the first one we got.

The second issue is these are the types of ideals she looks for in a hero. She has never said she's wanted to be a hero or that she even strives to uphold or adhere to the image that she considers ideal of heroes. It's not like this question was what sort of hero do you strive to be what are morals you live by.

Because we asked that second question-

Q.12 What is your motto?

Kotoko: “There’s no other way that could let us live, so I walk this path.” [TN: Quote from Mushanokouji Saneatsu.]

This answer may just literally be disconnected from her as a person entirely. I personally believe that it is but everyone else is free to believe whatever they want. I don't know I guess it's kind of good to have this reiterated plainly but it's not anything new to me.

I guess the most interesting thing is the different ways it can be translated.

Something, @doctorbunny brought to my attention earlier.

Which is the thing that made me go well she's just describing Es. Someone who aids the weak i.e agrees with those who they believe had very little options but to do the things they did. Such as the people they found innocent and discourages the strong or self-assured like with the people they found guilty.

The people they found guilty were the most committed to their decisions. Showed little issue with or anxiety over their actions and some still rightfully don't. Like Amane. If that's her definition of the strong she's a part of the strong.

Q.03 Do you think any other prisoners who committed the same sin as you deserve to be forgiven?

Kotoko: Of course. Haven’t I already said that I believe my actions have been correct?

Q.13 Do you have any regrets?

Kotoko: No.

Something that she's never done a thing to hide. She literally separates herself from the weak in her second trial voice line.

"From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!"

So, at best this just shows nothing new because she's exactly the same and may probably never change or at worst downright displays she does not consider herself a hero or weak.

Something that is subtly highlighted in her second voice drama. When she again separates herself from Es and other people with those idealized mindsets from herself as being unwilling to do what is necessary to truly get what they claim to be seeking.

Yonah

How ridiculous… It's always like this… All of you weaklings always act like this… All of you enjoy seeing someone getting hurt… Might be so. All of you enjoy seeing a bad person falling down… Can't deny. You keep asking for it, but as soon as it happens near you by your own choice, you all start complaining and evading your responsibility… You're always like this… Always such idiots! I acknowledge it. You're the strong one, and we're weak. You're right. But that's how we are.

Es, even downright stating that she's strong. Something that Kotoko does not dispute. In fact she actively agrees with that statement.

You have no power, and yet you make no effort to gain it! You're talking about justice, but it just doesn't make sense! You're invested in people's disasters, yet you take a position of "I have nothing to do with it"! You can't even face your true selves! Whatever you say. If you brag about hating evil, act against it! Carry on the belief that your actions can change this world! If you only brag about it from afar, the world will just continue to rot no matter how many of you are there! If you don't have strength on your own, let me take care of it, Es! I can do it in MILGRAM!

Because she's strong and does have power she can do it.

Q.18 Have you ever personally been persecuted in the past?

Kotoko: I haven’t. But are you trying to say that if you haven’t had those experiences, you can’t hate evildoers?

Because she doesn't hold herself to the same limitations as those weaklings that believe in those heroic ideals. She can walk the path necessary to get to the desired outcome. Because the means don't matter.

Q.15 Which is more important, the objective or the means?

Kotoko: Objective. Does that not go without saying?

Only the outcome does; useless weaklings holding onto silly moral rules like not hitting children- Should let her handle it if they don't have the stomach for it.

Ah, about that... My apologies. I couldn't give enough pain to Kayano Mikoto and Momose Amane. ..! You..! I attacked everyone in order, but because of the interference caused by Kayano Mikoto and Mukuhara Kazui, who was protecting Kajiyama Fuuta, I couldn't finish it properly. But I was still able to do some damage. After attacking Shiina Mahiru, I had no time left for Momose Amane. You've planned... on attacking Amane too? That's right. You haven't forgiven her, so wouldn't it be justified? But she's just a child... So what? This "child" is kept here because she murdered a person, isn't she? Right... You thought I won't attack her because of the young age? Sorry for disappointing you. It's all because of my lack of strength.

It wasn't because of Amane's age she just lacked the strength to do it. It was all because Mikoto and Kazui intervened. Kotoko bluntly admits that stating she attacked the prisoners in order and stating that Mikoto interfered. Not that she attacked him.

Meaning this is more than likely what occurred.

Kotoko attacked Futa- Kazui intervened then probably went to Shidou to request help after Kotoko fell back. Not really expecting her to attack anyone else. This would explain why Kazui said this to Shidou on Amane's birthday-

22/06/27 (Amane’s Birthday)

Kazui: What’s up, Shidou-kun? You’re looking pretty down. I guess you must be tired, I’ve been relying on you a lot lately. Shidou: Yeah, I just remembered…… today is Amane’s birthday. I’m just getting a bit sentimental. Kazui: Hmm, it’s unfortunate, but at the moment we can’t worry about that. ……you understand, right? There’s something that you need to do right now. And if you tried talking to her your words definitely won’t reach her. Don’t look at me like that. We’ll just wait until the situation changes. Let’s do our best. Shidou: Yeah. I’ll do what I can. I can’t have a child making a face like that. Even though we’re “murderers”…… we’re also the adults here.

It would also explain his statements on being too slow when it came to Kotoko attacking Mahiru. Something Kotoko blatantly admits to doing and I have no reason to believe she'd lie about. If he was looking for Shidou that would explain why it took him a bit and why Mahiru was able to get treatment so quickly.

Just gotta emphasize again that Kotoko states that Mikoto interfered so got the jump on her this time. So while Kazui was attempting to find Shidou, Mikoto more than likely intervened in the midst of Kotoko attacking Mahiru or heading for Amane. Which would explain why he tells her this.

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but for now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate. Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself. Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.] Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Mikoto stating a lot has happened but let's get along for now. Again showing he knows that something has occurred but is being vague about it. Given she says Mikoto interfered she was not directly attacking him when he did. Which is very funny considering he just used payback and went about his day.

He saw her attacking someone like he was when she attacked him in his first voice drama and went hey how do you like it. Then she said not at all. She admitted in her voice drama that it was disruptive and stopped her from completing what she set out to do which is why she's so mad during that birthday interaction.

Meaning Kotoko more than likely doesn't have that much access to verdicts and was simply going off of her own observations when it came to discerning who was guilty as displayed over the course of the portal timelines during trial one.

21/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Haruka: Ah…… H-happy birthday, Kotoko-san. Kotoko: ……thanks. You’ve definitely changed a bit. Do you remember before? You could barely even talk to me. Haruka: I-is that so? Now that you mention it, I, I maybe have got a bit better since then. ……m-maybe I’ve got more used to being around people. There’s other people here who are interested in me, and, um, in particular Mu-san pays a lot of notice to me…… I… I’m enjoying myself here…… Kotoko: ……hmm. It’s just a theory I have right now, but I get the feeling the outcome of Milgram’s judgements are having some influence on our mental state. Well, I only noticed because I happened to be last up though. Good for you, then. This must mean that you’re fine. ……I’ll accept those birthday wishes.

21/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Shidou: ……oh, Yuzuriha-kun. It’s unusual so see you around this early. Wishing me a happy birthday…… probably isn’t the what you’re here for, huh. Kotoko: No, it is. Happy birthday, Shidou. Though it’s not like I bought you a present or anything. But while I’m here, I’d also like to ask you something. Has anything changed for you recently? Having nightmares, hearing voices, feeling anxious…… anything like that. Shidou: Not especially, no. ……ah, so this is about how Kajiyama-kun and Shiina-kun have been strange recently? And she’s been trying to hide it, but Amane too…… We’ve been living in these conditions for a while…… it’s not unusual for there to be an impact on us mentally. Are you worried about them? You’re a very caring person. Kotoko: Hmm, so you noticed? If nothing’s wrong with you, then that’s good. ……if I’ve understood properly, that means you’re safe……Once again, happy birthday, Kirisaki Shidou.

Even though Shidou just lists off all the guilties for her... He does point out that regardless it doesn't mean much especially considering their circumstances. It just wouldn't be odd for people to get more stressed out in this situation after a certain point. This is why in her voice drama she asks for confirmation from Es that Amane was guilty because she really didn't know she just fucking guessed for all of them and acted anyhow. At least she was right.

I mean some people could have just been having a bad time and been innocent like Yuno but still could have gotten jumped based on her logic. So, it's more likely that she didn't base what she did on guilty percentage but just prisoner number.

Apologies for the tangent. Ultimately Kotoko states she can do it within Milgram because she's already done the same thing outside of it. She knows she can do it. That she's no weakling like the rest. She's strong so-

Useless weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!

All the people who aren't should just stay out of her way. The awaited hero will be someone who can help the weak and discourage the strong. Someone who can see that what she did was right. Someone who understands because they're human after all but also someone committed enough to not let their emotions get the best of them. Someone who can-

Say that sympathy is useless.

And

Hate evil as the evil that it is.

Someone like Es who states they won't go easy on someone just because they're a friend. In Futa's second voice drama. Someone who's choices have caused those they've disagreed with immense mental anguish. That some have stated was worst than being physically beat up.

Causing them to keep hearing voices telling them that they were wrong while feeling constantly watched and judged. Causing them to feel insecure, anxious, and waver in their beliefs or dissociate. Something Kotoko states she's recognized in her second voice drama and that it isn't much better from her physicially injuring them.

That's why when I saw this answer I immediately thought she was describing Es.

Still this answer shows that Kotoko doesn't really care what type of violence is used to crush/dissuade the strong be it physical or emotional/mental. As long as someone can do that and is aiding who she believes to be the weak that's a hero in her book. It's quite funny that no one has asked her to define who she considers to be the weak. Yet, I doubt that would look as good as having her repeat her very barebones explaination on the good/evil, strong/weak dichotomy she's created.

This elicited a very wow tell me something I don't know response.

Q.20  What do you consider “evil”?

Kotoko: The persecution of the weak and innocent.

Q.16  How do you feel about extenuating circumstances?

Kotoko: I think it’s important to consider. I don’t believe it’s true that all crime is inherently evil, so obviously the situation should be taken into account.

Because the weak and innocent in Kotoko's eyes doesn't just equal someone that is objectively good or an individual being persecuted unjustly. The meaning changes based on the circumstance. Something I find funny because she can be so specific when it fits her needs but continues to describe these things with such subjective language and very little detail. That's odd to me and makes it difficult for me to not go well great here's some more shit we already knew.

Literally if she did what Kazui did with that one questions that would have been more interesting.

[epicsteddieficrecs]

Epic Steddie Fic Rec: Chapter 5 (December 31st, 2022)

I really need to get back into the habit of making these weekly recaps *weekly* or else... this is what happens. I post shit late lol.

Complete

Mutual Future by knell (Post-S4 Fix It | 40K | Explicit): two dudes navigate their feelings in the most normal way possible.

hold me now, i need relief by ToEdenandBackAgain (Post-S4 Fix It | 25K | Mature): It’s probably going to go down in history as the worst kiss Steve Harrington ever got, but Eddie doesn’t give a fuck. He isn’t going to get another chance so he’s working with what he’s got. It’s less of a kiss, and more of a slide of lips, wet with blood and tears but he feels Harrington’s grip tighten on the back of his shirt and he pulls back. He reaches up with the hand he can still feel and pushes back a strand of hair that had fallen in Steve’s face, smearing blood along his temple as he does. “Sorry. Couldn’t die without knowing what that felt like.”

🖤 And I Knew (in the Crystalline Knowledge of You) by PippinPips/ @majesticfaequeenpips (Practical Magic AU | 28K | Mature): At a young age, Eddie casts a spell to never fall in love in an attempt to save himself from future debilitating heartbreak. Of course magic always finds a way to work. When a single father moves to town Eddie never expected to really cross paths with the man. As fate would have it, he does. He gets so much more than he bargained for.

Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy by pukner/ @pukner (Post-S4 | 8K | Not rated): Or, five times El and Eddie find a version of Steve Harrington while traversing his mindscape to drag him out of a coma (thanks, Vecna). And one time Steve finds Eddie.

🖤 you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Modern AU | 29K | Mature): Thanksgiving 2009. Steve, who is about to host the brood of children (who somehow aren't children anymore) in a cabin for the long weekend, after a semi-bad week, all while batting off Dustin's attempts at playing matchmaker and dodging phone calls from his mother. And at some point some strange man on the internet broadcasts his worst public moment for the other Craigslist freaks to see. What could go wrong? Or right? (Part 1 of Missed Connections)

the worst time for the best case scenario by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Modern AU | 2K | Not Rated): He briskly walks down the aisle before so he can walk in the guy’s direction on the other side and as he turns down, he realizes he fucked up.  Oh my god, is that a black eye? Oh my god, he’s hot. Oh my god, he’s crying. (Part 2 of Missed Connections)

i would wait anyway by poesidone/ @gonzocoded (Future Fic | 8K | Teen): Eddie's back in town after six years of traveling the country looking for himself. Upon his return, he's forced to confront the consequences of an impulse decision he'd made before leaving and the fact that, apparently, Steve Harrington now inexplicably owns a bakery called Flour Power.

you're the singer and i'm the song by ruinations (PWP, Trans Eddie | 4K | Explicit): After hearing a rumor that Steve's fantastic at eating pussy, Eddie asks Steve to prove it to him. Steve is more than happy to oblige.

the circus music playing on loop in my mind is being overpowered by the disco from the next room over by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Canon Divergent | 3K | Mature): “What the fuck are you doing here?” He nearly squawked, meaning for it to come out anyway other than that. The man turned around, and here he was. In a stare down with ghostly pale Steve Harrington, who was not only supposed to be straight, but was also in a MESH TANK TOP at Frankie’s on a Wednesday night.  “What the fuck are you doing here?” He pauses, glancing around the room, small voice. “It’s disco night.” (Part 1 of who knew the aftermath could taste this sweet?)

i know it's hard. but when you accept it, it'll feel like flying. by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins ( | 6K | Teen): Steve thinks he's finally getting a night alone with Eddie, but Will Byers has other plans. (Part 2 of who knew the aftermath could taste this sweet?)

words caught in my throat (who talks first?) by fragilecapric0rn/ @flashyysins (Future Fic, Getting Back Together | 12K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie get snowed in together. Emotional constipation and all the things left unsaid are also in attendance.

Seasons change, but people don't. by hotluncheddie/ @hotluncheddie (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4 | 6K | Mature): Eddie's scalp is prickling and he’s had the worst fucking day, okay? His stupid math and science teachers are in kahoots, he knows it. His grades are too low, he cant make it up and they don’t like him so there's no way out. He’s not graduating. Again. He has to repeat senior year. Again. And the added layer to his shit cake of a day? King Steve wants to buy from him. Today, right now. Oh ho ho is he gonna get overcharged sooo bad. Seeing as eddie has to postpone his wallowing to wait at his stupid little bench in the stupid woods behind the stupid school. Or: three times steve asks eddie to stay, plus one time he finally does.

defrost by Adure/ @toburnup (Enemies to Lovers, PWP | 9K | Explicit): Eddie hates Steve, for the most part. And now they're stranded in the middle of nowhere. And it's snowing.

won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me by judasofsuburbia/ @judasofsuburbia (Post-S4 Fix it, Dreamsharing | 9K | Teen): Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?” Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.” or: five times steve harrington dreams of eddie munson and the one time reality feels like a dream.

didn't think that it'd take dying (to finally feel like i'm okay) by tak_cajaz (Post-S4 Fix It | 9K | Teen): Or, Eddie thought he was dead, so it didn't matter that he spilled his secret to the pretty angel taking him to heaven.

🖤 off the beaten path by pukner/ @pukner(Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 34K | Explicit): Or, post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana. Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons. OR: Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out that he's gay. Eddie still manages to fall first. (Part 1 of off-script)

no boys allowed by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent | 7K | Not Rated): Robin Buckley has her very first Girls' Day. She gets her hair braided, consoles her heartbroken best friend, and everyone muddies the water a bit on the exact definition of what a Girl is. Steve Harrington has a good cry about Eddie Munson. (Part 2 of off-script)

that'd be the end of the last man on earth by pbandjeremiah/ @pbandjeremiah (Future Fic, Parent Eddie | 9K | Mature): eddie munson and his two adorable daughters sit next to steve on a flight from san francisco to chicago. a lot changes in those four hours.

Crimson and Clover by Plastiktramps (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, PWP | 4K | EXPLICIT): Or, Steve has a bisexual identity crisis and Eddie just wants to make him feel good. (Part 1 of Crimson and Clover-verse)

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[dieselpvnk]

nobody asked, but here's my opinion on every Rain World region because I am pretty bored. A note that a lot of my experiences/opinions on Downpour regions come from release, so there were no maps, no nothing.

Outskirts: a good basic region, nothing spectacular, but a good introduction into the world, has few threats, the platforming is not challenging and the punishment for failing is mild, but it gets you accustomed with the controls and mechanics. Hell on earth with Hunter/Downpour spawns tho, still a solid region.

Industrial Complex: love it a lot, I don't even remember why at this point. Used to say it's my favourite region, wouldn't call it that anymore, but nonetheless I think it's great. A bit more of a challenge than Outskirts, while still being pretty chill, probably the player'e first encounter with vultures, which scared the shit out of me, but also my first vulture kill happened there (on the bridge to Shaded, flat ground my beloved). Has a lot of good places to learn advanced movement tech too. Aesthetics wise it's not too remarkable and pretty similar to Outskirts, but it works, also bio-engineering is one of the best tracks.

Drainage System: I'm #1 Drainage defender. It doesn't deserve nearly all the hate it gets. Yeah, it's prettt much a trap and a death sentance if you go there immediately after Outskirts, but that doesn't make it a bad region. It has great aesthetics, great ost, great layout. Ideally you have to have a bit of experience with water physics in Rain World before entering, otherwise it gets problematic, but really it's not THAT necessery if you're willing to experience some trial and error. Yeah, there's The Tunnel, but really, not that bad, you either have to be good at controls in water or get a little creative and that's always fun to find workarounds. I got stuck there the first time like many others, but after some time I realized that I have a spear that can help me jump back over the hole, and it worked, after that when I got there I first went to the left, since the water falling pushes the leeches down and they don't follow you, there you can grab a bubbleweed and proceed back to the right, since it repels the leeches. Then, you know, I got good at the game and there's no reason to do that anymore. Also with Downpour it's no longer a "jump in The Tunnel or it's a dead end". Also extremely fun to run and jump around there as Rivulet, they wall jump so fast.

Garbage Wastes: pretty mid imo. It's not BAD, but it's not great either, just kinda there, part of the reason I grew to dislike it is the fact that back in vanilla I took Garbage Wastes route to Shoreline while I was on the quest to bring Moon every single pearl. The aesthetivs are solid, I can see the appeal, but for me it just doesn't do it, not a fan. Also it's full of scavs and I'm a scav hater 👎 (has nothing to do with Artificer, I was a hater way before Downpour)

Shoreline: it's meh, it's most notable for being a "walking right simulator", too flat and long for me, not enough interconnecting parts with interesting terrain. It's water, like Drainage, but done boring. I remember platforming in Moon was sooo difficult the first time, now it's mildly annoying.

Shaded Citadel: scary as shit and I love it. so much. First time was the worst, didn't know about lanters, had scary sounds, thought only source was light was throwing flashbangs. I entered from Idustrial, got scared, quickly died, and turn around never to return for the next ... many hours. Now it's the only route to and from Shoreline I take, love the feel and aesthetics dearly, I learned how to deal with coalescipedes and I feel powerful. Usually go there after I have neuron glow because I can't be bothered to carry a lantern, but it's not required, realistically I can navigate there without a light source. Industrial to Shoreline is "going right simulator", sure, but unlike Shoreline itself it has terrain variation, it has interconnecting paths, but it's also not a complete maze, it's clearly devided into upper, middle, and lower parts. Also Memory Crypts is cool, even tho I don't go there because. well, because next point ↓

The Exterior: to me it's very clearly devided into The Wall and The Underhang/Leg, about which I have very differing opinions. The Wall is awesome, great, fun, I love going Up Up Up, and also being above clouds when rain starts ... wow so cool. And now that Downpour added day/night cycle it's even prettier. The Underhamg on the other hand... yeah, I don't like it, it requires a grappleworm to pass and I don't like them, it's no fun, got softlocked there the first time I've been there, but like for real, not like in Drainage. DLLs can be annoying to deal with when they're blocking your way, you can waste an entire cycle waiting for the path to be clear. And also the karma gate to Five Pebbles in TheUnderhang is in every way inferior to the one above The Wall.

Five Pebbles: immaculate aesthetics, but going through the region ... no thank you. I only found it fun as Artificer, since it has a lot more movement control in zero-g. As any other slugcat, it's very frustrating waiting to hit a wall to jump off it, or trying to grab something to throw to boost yourself in a direction. The region looks really cool, Memory Conflux is my favourite part, but I simply can't enjoy it because of zero-g. And on the first playthrough I HAD to go there because I've been to Pebbles' chamber one too many times and he kept killing me, and as a consequence I HAD to go through The Underhang, overall a very unpleasant experience that largely shaped my attitude towards the two regions.

Chimney Canopy: a lot of hostile creatures, but in a fun way, once again I like going Up Up Up, and there's also the bridge to Sky Island/The Wall which is nice flat terrain to fight vultures, very cool. The Gutter is like. It's fine, I don't hate it, I enjoy the aesthetics, but the thich water you swim through very slowly is frustrating. Also I want the dropwig in that one room back :'[ thank you modders for saving me. My path of choice to Five Pebbles/Sky Islands, but overall unremarkable, not bad however.

Farm Arrays: I don't like this region. at all. it sucks. It's annoying, it's frustrating, unrewarding, when I get somewhere I don't think "I finally did it!!" I think "it's finally over", and the aesthetics aren't good enough to make up for it. I like raindeer, but dealing with them is awful.

Subterranean: it's meh, it's fine, it's okay. Not a hater, not a fan, don't really go there ever because. it's not interesting to me in any way. My favourite room is the one random pool looking room I want to see something that expands upon that idea and aesthetic. Filtration is annoying, but at this point I can navigate it blindfolded, Depths are just time consuming after the fiest couple of times, not ineteresting at all.

Pipeyard: I'm an avid hater, it's boring, it's frustrating to navigate, the color palette makes me wanna throw up, it offers NOTHING, you can beat the game a billion times and never step a foot in there, it serves no function, other than being a shortcut for Hunter, but it's not even needded really. The only serviceable part is Sump Tunnel, it's kinda like Drainage but lamer. Also Pipeyard is a maze, and not even the fun kind.

Submerged Superstructure: very cool to explore, it is a maze, still not the fun kind, but the aesthetics and how it's interconnected does make up for that, so it's not a big complaint, esp since you primarily explore it as the speedy fast rodent. It's exploring an iterator, but without the zero-g, that's cool. And also Bitter Aerie is sooo awesome, I love the snow, the way it just spits you out there once you place the rarefuction cell, fun. Was kinda frustrating on release, for some reason a lot of downpour regions lagged really badly on my computers back then, after a while it just. was fine again, literally nothing changed in my hardware, idk what was the issue. I figured out giant jellyfish caused lag, got rid of them, but it still occasionally lagged so bad I had to quit. Now it's all good and I can enjoy the region in its full glory.

Outer Expanse: unpopular opinion, Sunken Pier > the rest of it. Idk, I just don't like it, it's very much not doing it for me. The rooms are boring even tho objectively I can say they are fine, the look and aesthetic of the region it's just. Objectively it's fine, there's nothing wrong with it, but I don't like it to an absurd degree. Also probably part of the reason is that I did not enjoy playing Gourmand.

Waterfront Facility: I still don't like it, it's not bad, I don't hate it, but it's once again not good either. The Precipice can go fuck itself tho. It's long, frustrating jumps, no shelters, so you have to backtrack a lot, and you WILL die with how tight the jumps are, and with all that it's still infested with hostile creatures.

Metropolis: one of my favourites, very fun, very cool, tailor made for Artificer's explosive jump, which is a great design choice imo, adds some platforming challenges that are fun and rewarding to overcome. Those platforming challenges also serve for a good (better) terrain to fight scavangers, since they can't reach as far as you can (there are srill piper they can access to get to you, but it buys you time). The aesthetics are great, it' clearly divided into sectors, it's interconnected but still makes sense, the fun kind of maze. I love going Up Up Up and it has The Tallest Tower, exactly what I need. I wanted to see Pebbles' city ever since vanilla and they gave it to me. This is a region made for me specifically. Also the region art is a banger.

The Rot: very big, confusing to navigate and the overseers don't really help. The rarefaction cell is so close to Five Pebbles, but on my first try I went pretty much everywhere except the right direction, went from all the way from The Wall gaye all the way down to The Underhang gate. But I'd still say I like it, the aesthetics save it, once again, iterator insides, but no zero-g. A lot of fun platforming challenges, but also a lot of bullshit with DLLs.

Looks To The Moon: same as Five Pebbles in vanilla honestly. Zero-g is extremely unfun for me. It was cool to see familiar rooms, but working, but was does it save it? no. Also the neuron flies are not enough to sustain Spearmaster, and Moon's Underhang ... oh god it's awful why is there so much shit there, especially spiders.

Undergrowth: Drainage, but green, nice.

Silent Contruct: good, but too big for it's own good, I was barely able to find Five Pebbles. Once again it's neat to see familiar rooms in a new way, being destoyed that is. I like it, but not a huuuge fan, don't think I'll ever revisit it much. Especially since I spent A LOT of time there the first time, I think I've been everywhere on the map before finding Five Pebbles.

Rubicon: once again it's too fucking big. And once again it was laggy as hell on release. I got lost, backtracked, got lost again, went back in the directing I've been to originally, rinse and repeat over and over and over. Aesthetics are cool, but wear off quickly. I don't like yellow and it's pretty clear throught this whole post I think. Seeing old rooms in a new way, again, cool, neat. But it still doesn't make up for all of its bullshit. I just wish it wasn't as big as it is, because thematically I like it a got. But gameplay wise, I don't wanna go there ever again.

[deathfavor]

FROM BAD TO WORST HUSBAND - @ashrifts​ you asked and i took this more seriously than i probably needed to but here we are.

Izana - To be fair I really struggled with how to start this list, but I feel OVERALL Izana’s probably the least....bad? You know. Most Functional Once you get it through his stupid skull and when he figures out his own emotional issues. Which really is the hardest part. At least from a romantic perspective. But once he does care and is confident & comfortable in that fact, he’s able to express it better. He cares and he shows it, he’ll say it even if he’s likely to stiffen initially.  He’s not without the flashes of harshness here and there and he does have some struggles/fears with being abandoned or them seeing him how he sees him. But even then, Izana’s a lot more capable of keeping it together. He shuts down in those moments more than anything. With him, the biggest threat is external or his own path to hell. But if you walk it hand in hand with him, then it’s not so bad. He’ll love you, and you’ll know it. 

Kazutora - At first I did contemplate where he’d be. His emotions are the most genuine and are the deepest out of the three. Kazutora’s emotions show a lot quicker but they’re also a lot more volatile due to his unstable mental state. He latches onto someone and he latches on intensely. Given how few good things he’s had, he wants to keep it and he’s terrified to death to lose it. We’ve seen what happens when he feels like he’s lost something important and been betrayed. Kazutora does love, he loves deeply and passionately and with every aspect of himself. He’ll soften around them, gentler, laugh from his heart, show the vulnerable, less confident sides. But at the same time...he’s not the easiest. Sometimes he wants comfort and other times he tries to flee even when he needs to be saved, when he needs someone. And for every bit of love he has, it can turn DANGEROUS if he feels abandoned or betrayed. Even if its just a moment or misunderstanding. He has so many issues and he knows it, tries his best to handle it, but can’t always do so. But god when he’s in love he really does put to shame some of the myths because it runs so deep.

Hanma - Hanma is Hanma so of course he’s the worse. He’s not husband material to begin with, have you met him. He’s selfish and sadisitic, and adrenaline junkie to the max. He’s not expecting a long life to begin with so the idea of marriage really hasn’t crossed his mind (nor dating for that matter. He just sleeps around.)  Hanma is always after entertainment which means he’s GOING to go after stupid, reckless shit without regard to how it might affect someone, or if something happened to him. He does put himself first always even in a relationship. Not to say he won’t help or comfort, but he’s still his main priority and that will never change. That said.......IF he managed to really like someone, he is there. No matter how far you fall, he’ll probably still be there as long as you are you. If you want to burn down the throne of hell, he’ll be there. But he’s still going to do his own thing and he really, won’t be tied down. You aren’t going to beat manners into him or cage him. 

[firendgold]

If you're still doing the choose violence ask game: 2 (👀), 9, 10, 22 ?

I got such a rush from finally answering the first ask that I'm doing this for as long as people send me questions. So here we go again!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

anon, I'm at work. I'm seeing this at work. :'D

Okay, serious face. Albus Dumbledore is probably my fave if I have to choose between him and Harry on this blog. I just have to figure out why he would never...

Bottom. Albus would never, I'm sorry. He won't. He can't. Like, maybe when he was having his whirlwind summer romance with Gellert, he bottomed every single time they fucked because he was so in love and this was his equal and his partner and so what if he was a little rough and distant sometimes in the bedroom, and always wanted to top and tug his hair and hiss out orders? This was The Man The Universe Had Crafted For Him, and he would absolutely bottom for him every time... and then the summer of 1899 ends. And Ariana dies. And Aberforth breaks Albus' nose. And Gellert fucks off to go be a fascist.

And Albus, alone and heartbroken, resolves to never trust someone that completely again, never love someone that same way, and never let anyone get into a position of power over him where they might be able to use his knowledge and talents for ill. That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically... carnally. So he has sex with plenty of other people, and even falls in love with a few of them, but he is in control at all times. He never bottoms again.

That's all I've got for that one.

9. worst part of canon

So the first answer that came to mind is posted here, but for fairness' sake I'll try to come up with another worst thing. (That's not related to ships, because I'm trying really hard not to be THAT violent on the violence ask game.)

I think... that if That Woman was going to introduce international schools, students and characters in the middle book of the series, she should have done more with them than having them vanish after Goblet of Fire, only to come back for either fake romantic tension and one line of exposition about the Hitler allegory Dark Lord of the Before-Times (Krum, Deathly Hallows) or to be married off to a Weasley for an aesop of It's Not About His Looks Now That They're Jacked Up (Fleur, Half-Blood Prince). I'm not saying Fleur and Viktor HAD to be best buddies forever with Harry, but it is weird that they have this unique bond that no other young students have had with each other in hundreds of years, they even lost one of their fellow champions, Dumbledore gives this very moving speech about remaining connected and not letting darkness and prejudice sever new ties, and then... nothing. No side adventures in France or wherever Durmstrang is, no communication from either side, nothing.

Feels like a huge letdown in hindsight.

10. worst part of fanon

Oh, no. That's not fair. There's just so many.

If I had to consolidate what I currently don't like about the HP fandom/fanon into a few lines, I think I would say that I hate the pureblood/Dark side apologism. I do believe in nuance in characters. I do believe redemption and/or walking different paths is an important theme in Harry Potter, and I think it's fascinating to explore that with any and every character you can think of, even characters I may not personally like. But I really, really hate the way the fandom has taken that and twisted it into this idea that we were sold a lie at the start: that the British magical government was fine the way it was, and so was the society around it; that Dark magic Isn't All That Bad, Really, and there are actually Good and non-prejudiced things about a few rich bitches passing down their knowledge and secrets and slurs for generations within the Family, and keeping the Family "Pure" is cool actually, and none of this has any relation to real life ideas about miscegenation and classism and racism and eugenics, what are you talking about?

It's just so worrying. As a minority, when I see people on tumblr/twitter/AO3 gleefully agreeing that we need to eat the rich and fix society and eradicate all the horrid -isms and -archys ruining all our lives, then watch them turn around and write a 200k epic where Dumbledore was the evil one for locking the Horcrux books away and championing marginalized members of society, Hermione is just uppity for wanting to make necessary changes to the darker parts of magical society that That Woman was literally pointing out for a reason, and Tom Riddle is only bad because he took the good segregationist pureblood ideas and added murder to them... and when that fic gets thousands of comments agreeing with them full stop with no examination of any of that... it makes me anxious, at a minimum. The same thing is happening now with Grindelwald now that he's actually a figure on the screen and not just some dude mentioned a few times in the book series: same apologism, same justification of atrocities, same good-guy-blame-games, same blorbofication even.

On the one hand... fiction doesn't always directly reflect or affect reality. On the other... this unironic pro-pureblood meta is a pervasive concept that has popped up in thousands of fics written by thousands of fanfic writers. It's happened for years, and it keeps happening, and I see very few fans speaking out against it or even acknowledging it as a problem. So that makes me ask myself, who actually is willing and able to examine the injustices of our society and build a better imaginary society through the lens of HP fanfiction, and who's okay with the prejudice in the HP world as long as it's coming from the faves they're attracted to?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Happily, this is a harder question to answer because I've been finding so many like minds in the past 5 years who go feral over the same 20 HP scenes as I do. ^^ But give me a sec, I'll think of something.

...

Okay. Got it.

In order to answer this question, I have to go back to the first time I, young teenager, avid reader, recent reader of the HP series once book 5 was out, realized that Harry and Dumbledore had a much deeper relationship than just headmaster and student. The thing that made me latch on to them and project like crazy, basically.

It's the scene in Goblet of Fire chapter 36 where Harry has been rescued from Fake Moody and he's in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore asks Harry to relay everything that happened to him once he touched the Portkey in the maze—and immediately Sirius tries to protect Harry from having to relive it now, so soon after it's happened. And then this scene happens.

Dumbledore stopped talking. He sat down opposite Harry, behind his desk. He was looking at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore was going to question him. He was going to make Harry relive everything. “I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We can leave that till morning, can’t we, Dumbledore?” said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let him have a sleep. Let him rest.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Sirius, but Dumbledore took no notice of Sirius’s words. He leaned forward toward Harry. Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes. “If I thought I could help you,” Dumbledore said gently, “by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.” The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note. It shivered in the air, and Harry felt as though a drop of hot liquid had slipped down his throat into his stomach, warming him, and strengthening him. He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric’s body, lying on the ground beside the cup. Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry’s shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

This is one of the best scenes in the entire book, the entire series. It completely refutes the fanon Dumbledore who is often cold, cruel, inflexible and unrelenting in his quest for whatever the author wants him to be inflexible and cruel about at the time. It shows that Dumbledore, the real Albus Dumbledore, is one of the few people who understands what Harry needs and is able to provide it to him, even when others who also care for Harry would rather protect him or shield him from what he needs.

Kid me was particularly taken by how gentle Dumbledore is with Harry here. It made me look back and see how in some ways this scene, this closeness, is the culmination of all the times they've met and spoken before.

(You can imagine how painful it was reading Order of the Phoenix right after this.)

But yeah, that's probably one of my favorite scenes that other people ignore or haven't talked about/drawn/written about much. Which is ironic, because the scene right after that where Harry talks about Voldemort taking his blood and Dumbledore's eyes do the triumphant "lol Voldemort just fucked up" gleam is probably one of THE most talked-about scenes in the fandom (even though to this fucking day in 2023 people still don't realize what the gleam meant, when even That Woman has clarified what it meant in INTERVIEWS).

...And for me, safely at the end of the questions, that's all she wrote.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 46)

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Y/n's pov

"Steve?" I whisper out after a long silence. We'd been trying to sleep for over an hour but I was still struggling to get to sleep. "Mmmm?" Steve moans as he snuggles closer to me. I smile at him and run a hand through his hair. "I think I should tell the kids about me," I whisper to him. Steve jumps out of my lap and looks concerned and worried at me. "Are you sure? Why do you want to tell them now?" He questions in curiosity. I look down at my hands, locking my fingers together and take a deep breath. "Remember that day you came into Scoops and Jason was harassing Robin and I?" I ask him, not looking up at him at all. "Yeah, what about it?" Steve questions, moving one of his hands to my cheek. "Well, he had a photo of me. Of me kissing Robin," I tell him, looking back up at him to see his reaction. His face hardens and he balls his other hand into a fist. "I'm gonna kill him," Steve whispers before I can even get to the worst part. I place a hand on one of his and continue, "He said he was gonna spread it around the school. Tell everyone that I was a lesbian." Steve gets angrier and asks, "Is he doing any of this to Robin? Like is she in danger of this as well," I shake my head and softly smile at him caring about my best friend as much as I do. "No one would be able to recognize her from the photo. Jason didn't know it was her either," I explain, running my free hand through Steve's hair. He tries to smile at the action but I could tell he was still very angry. "Do you want me to fight Jason to get him not to do it?" He asks.

I laugh and shake my head. "Nah baby, it's ok. I don't really mind him telling people. I just need to make sure that the kids all hear it from me and not from a random person that is trying to get a rise out of them." I explain to him. Steve nods in understanding and wraps his arms around my middle. He pulls me closer to him and hides his face in my stomach. "I'm sorry," I hear and feel Steve whisper into my stomach. I look down confused at him and ask, "Why are you sorry? You couldn't have done anything to stop this from happening." Steve shrugs and tightens his arms around me. "But because of a dickhead, you have to come out earlier than you are ready for," Steve reasons. I laugh a little at him and tell him, "I think I've been ready to tell them all for a really long time. This way just the push I needed to finally tell them." Steve looks up at me and smiles. "You are amazing, you know that?" He looks up at me in awe and I laugh a little bit at him. I boop his nose and shake my head. "Anyway, you ok if we have them all over here in a few days so I can tell them?" I ask him, worried that he wouldn't be ok with all of this happening here for some reason. "Of course, in the morning we'll call all the rugrats and tell them to be here on Saturday," Steve tells me. I smile wider at him and give him a big kiss on the lips. Steve smiles into the kiss and pulls me down to deepen the kiss further.

A few days later (Saturday)

"God, I don't know if I'm ready for this," I say while pacing a hole in Steve's living room floor. Robin and Steve were sitting quietly watching me do this. "It's gonna be ok. Do you really think any of them will have a problem with you liking girls?" Robin asks, moving off of the couch and getting in my pacing path. She grabs onto my arms and forces me to look at her. "I know that, but like, what if they aren't cool with all of it? They could just get more awkward about the whole thing?" I ramble, really coming up with anything to stop this from happening. Something that I probably learnt from Robin. Robin looks at me in playful disbelief and shakes her head. Steve stands up from the couch but just as he goes to say more to help, the doorbell goes off.

"Well, that will be them now," Steve announces and walks out of the room. I begin to panic again and try to get out of Robin's arms so I can pace again. "Hey," Robin whispers, placing a hand on my cheek and moving my head to make me look at her. "Everything will be ok, and if it's not, Steve and I will both still be here for you," Robin whispers to me. I nod at her and pull her into a big hug, not really needing to say anything more about the whole thing starts.

As we pull away from our hug, my group of little kids almost run into the room and crash onto the couch, Nancy following in after them and sitting in a chair. Robin laughs at them and joins in on all the pushing and jumping on the couch. Steve walks in slowly behind them all and stands next to me, placing a hand on my lower back. "You ok?" Steve asks, waiting for me to get this all started. I nod and look over at everyone mucking around on the couches. "All right!" I yell and give a big clap to silence the whole room. Everyone stops and looks shocked at me. I quickly look at everyone in the room and notice that Max isn't in the chaos that is on the couch. "What are we doing here N/n?" Dustin questions after a while of silence. I feel my nerves get worse but destress a little when I feel Steve place his hand lightly on my back again.

"I asked you all over to Steve's because I need to tell you all something important before you all go to school," I start, not really knowing how I'm going to start all of this. Erica sits forward a little bit and asks, "Are you and Steve finally together?" My eyes widen at the statement and everyone burst out in congratulations instead of waiting for an answer. I feel Steve freeze next to me and Robin freeze as well. God dam these kids and their short attention spans. "Ok, Ok. Thanks for that Erica, but that isn't why I've got you all here." I say, getting everyone's attention on me again. "Why are we all here then?" Max grumbles, already seeming to be bored with the conversation. I look over at her worried and think about trying to go over to hers at some point to work out what is going on with her at the moment. "What I'm gonna tell you is a lot more important than a relationship," I tell her, looking back and further at the whole group. Dustin looks at me worried and says, "Say it already Y/n. You're starting to make me worry over here."

I take a deep breath and start to tell the kids. "You are all going to high school this year. Over the summer, Jason learnt some personal information about me and is gonna be spreading this information all around the school." They all look even more confused and so I continue, "I want to get in front of him and tell you all myself. I like girls and guys." After I say the last words I watch as everyone in the room let out a big breath. "What the hell L/n!? We thought this was gonna be bad news!" Mike snaps at me. Everyone else nods and agrees with Mike, but they are a lot less angry. I look even more confused at them all and say, "What the hell do you mean? That is serious," I tell him. Dustin breaks out laughing and says, "We know you like both Y/n. Ever since we've been little you've been dropping hints that some girls are hot and not in the friends kind of way. It doesn't really surprise us at this point."

I laugh a little at him and walk over to the couch. "Well, if you're all ok with me being Bi, then you won't mind me doing this," I say before pulling Dustin into a big hug and giving him lots of kisses. He breaks out laughing and tries to push me off of him. "Help! Help Me!" Dustin starts to yell at all of his friends. I hear everyone laughing at us and then all of the kids jump on me and try to get me off of him. I laugh with everyone and we all end up on the floor. We all lay there catching our breath when Robin, Nancy and Steve pop into my field of vision. "You ok down there?" Nancy asks as all, a small smile spreading over her face. I laugh and nod my head, looking over to where I last saw Max but find that she isn't there anymore. I look around at the kids on the floor but she isn't among the mass of limbs laying around either.

I sit up and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next part. "There is something else I need to ask of you all. More so you all," I say, pointing to the group of kids laying on the floor. They all look over at me, a little bit concerned again so I quickly say, "I need you all to stay the hell away from me at school. You don't know me there. You've never meant me. You stay the hell away from me." I warn them all a little bit too sternly. I look at everyone but they all burst out into a fight with me. I hear comments of, 'What the hell?' 'Why would we do that?' 'Why can't we know you?' 'We are not doing that!' I shake my head at them all and look over at the three other older kids in the room. All three of them look concerned at me, Nancy more angry than concerned. I shake my head and yell, "All right, that's enough!" 

Everyone snaps their head at me but doesn't say a word. "Ok, you kids have already had enough trouble when it comes to school. I have someone who is an outsider but he's your kind of outsider. If you are with me when this news gets around the school, I don't know what people will do to you. You need to do this for me so I know that you are all safe," I explain to them all, hoping that they all understand. Dustin shuffles closer to me and says, "But, you're the coolest person we know. Why can't we just stay with you?" I softly smile at him and place a hand on his cheek. "It's ok Dusty. It may not be the whole year, just until everything dies down, then you can talk to me. But I need you all to do this for now. Ok?" I ask them all, receiving sad nods all around.

I sigh and say, "How about this, if you all want, you can spend the night here with Steve and me tonight and tomorrow before I go to work, I'll introduce you to this person so you feel a little more comfortable when you see him at school?" I ask them all. Everyone brightens and nods their heads. "Hey! I never agreed to that!" Steve says. I laugh and look up at him with my best puppy dog eyes. "Please Stevie? It's the last time the kids will be able to hang out with me until school starts up again," I beg him, the kids all saying please and giving him puppy dog eyes as well. Steve sighs in defeat and nods. "Fine, but you all need to clean up before you leave tomorrow," Steve tells us. We all cheer and have an evening full of fun and some Dnd adventure.