#that’s the tag I’m using for my slender au

[woominooy]

private chamber

tags: general!wonwoo x f!reader, historical au, piv sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibition

wc: 1.2k

minors dni!

the sheets were a mess—crumpled silk and heat-soaked linen, twisted around your thighs as you straddled wonwoo’s lap, your robe long discarded, hair undone and clinging to your temples with sweat.

you had ridden him slow at first, deliberately, the same way you teased him during council meetings by tilting your head just so or scribbling notes with those slender fingers he now had fisted in his hair.

his back hit the headboard as you rocked into him again—harder. his head tipped back, breath ragged, voice shredded.

“fuck,” wonwoo gasped. “you’ll kill me like this.”

you only smirked, hand dragging down his chest, nails grazing his abs, your lips brushing his ear. “then die like this, general.”

he groaned, hands gripping your hips, grounding you down into him until your moan broke into a stuttered whine. his thrusts met yours now, faster, rougher, as your breath hitched and your thighs trembled around him.

“you think you’re in control,” he panted, and in one sudden movement, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other pressed between your legs. “but you’re soaked for me. begging.”

you gasped, arching up, struggling in the best way beneath him. “i’m not—ah, gods!”

he leaned down, kissed the corner of your mouth, then your neck. bit. hard.

“you are,” he whispered.

you shoved at his chest in a haze of arousal. “then show me.”

that was all it took.

wonwoo pulled out, just long enough to drag you upright. he yanked you to your feet, spun you toward the paper door, and pushed you gently until your bare front pressed against the cool surface of the paper panels.

“wonwoo,” you moaned, heat flashing across your skin at the sudden exposure,even if only to light. “they’ll hear us.”

“let them,” he muttered, voice hoarse with need. “let them know who you belong to.”

his hand slid up your belly, over your ribs, then wrapped firmly around your throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming, grounding you. you whimpered, arching back into him.

then he slid into you from behind, slow and deep, and you both gasped—yours sharp and breathless, his low and shaking.

the first thrust rocked the door.

the second dragged a cracked moan from your lips.

by the third, you were crying out, hands braced flat on the paper, hips pushing back to meet him, greedy and gasping and wrecked.

wonwoo's grip on your waist was bruising now, driving into you in relentless rhythm, your bodies slapping together with a filthy, echoing sound. his forehead dropped to your shoulder, teeth clenched as he groaned your name like a curse and a prayer.

“you feel like heaven,” he growled. “you make me lose my mind, every damn time.”

“don’t stop,” you whined, voice breaking as his hand tightened just a fraction on your throat. “please, wonwoo—right there!”

he thrust harder, faster, eyes glazed with the sight of you writhing for him, of your perfect body bent to his will. you were gorgeous like this—unraveled, undone, dripping and desperate.

the paper door shuddered under your weight, the early sunlight casting your tangled shadows in full silhouette for anyone outside to see. but neither of you cared.

his hand slipped from your neck to your mouth, muffling your cries as he rutted into you without mercy, chasing the heat in his spine, the pressure building, building.

you shattered first, body seizing, moans swallowed by his palm as your climax tore through you. your legs buckled, and he caught you with a growl, still thrusting as you clenched and pulsed around him.

“good girl,” wonwoo rasped, pulling you tight, deeper, deeper, until his own release hit him like a storm. he groaned your name, long and low, spilling inside you in hot, endless waves.

you stayed there—pressed against the door, bodies heaving, still joined, limbs trembling.

neither of you noticed the footsteps.

or the startled gasp.

or the two servants fleeing down the hall in stunned, scandalized silence.

he leaned down, kissed the back of your shoulder, and exhaled.

your breath came in stutters. “you… are insane.”

“you started it,” he murmured, grinning.

you didn’t argue.

you leaned into him, still trembling, heart pounding as your breath steadied in shallow bursts. he held you there, pressed against the door, his hands tracing idle circles over your hips, his skin warm against yours.

then, slowly, your knees gave out.

you collapsed back onto him with a soft, satisfied sigh, your chest heaving against the cooling paper door. your legs barely held you, knees trembling, and your skin glowed with sweat and heat.

behind you, wonwoo was still buried deep, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder, his lips swollen, his breath thick and warm.

you were both a mess—slick, panting, flushed.

“…we missed the morning bell,” you murmured faintly, dazed.

“i heard it,” he said against your skin. “didn’t care.”

you let out a breathless laugh, then groaned when he shifted inside you, still hard, still thick and hot. “you’re not done, are you?”

“no.” his voice was low, rough with hunger. “not even close.”

he pulled you back—slow, steady—until you both gasped from the drag, then turned you to face him, catching you around the thighs and lifting you with ease. you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, arms hooking over his shoulders.

“you’re insatiable,” you whispered, voice husky, teasing.

he carried you to the bed like you weighed nothing, eyes dark and locked onto yours. “you make me that way.”

you were laughing when your back hit the mattress again—then moaning when he sank into you, slow and deep, both of you more sensitive now, nerves alight and raw.

you arched your back, head tipping back as your hands gripped his shoulders.

“fuck,” you whimpered, blinking up at him. “you’re so hard, gods, already—”

“feel how wet you still are,” he rasped, hips grinding down. “you were made for this, for me.”

you let out a trembling moan, your heels pressing into his back to pull him deeper.

wonwoo leaned down, kissed you slow, messy, then faster—his mouth hungry, tongue sliding over yours as he began to move again, each thrust deliberate, slower this time but just as deep.

you whimpered into his mouth, fingers raking through his hair, dragging him closer.

“don’t stop,” you begged. “just like that—please—”

“i’ll give you everything,” he groaned, voice fraying with pleasure. “i’ll stay buried in you all godsdamned day if i have to.”

your lips curved in a hazy, satisfied smile. “good. let them wait.”

you kept going, longer, deeper, messier. sweat slicked your skin, moans filled the chamber again, the soft thud of the headboard nudging the wall as the bed took your rhythm.

breakfast passed.

the hour bells rang again.

servants came and went, too afraid to knock.

and behind the closed doors, general jeon and his lady lost themselves in each other, again and again, wrapped in silk sheets and whispered curses, moans and laughter, lips and hands and the kind of heat that refused to burn out.

[canidaria]

POV you and your cousin who is autistic abt ghostbusters are looking for ghosts (you’re abt to find slenderman)

[thatartsyej]

I’m bored at work rn so imma just drop some hc for Toby LMAOOOO

(This is more based in my au btw lol)

Ticci Toby Headcanons

- Very big guy, like big big. As an adult stands at 6ft 4inches (193.04 cm ) and 185 lbs (83.92 kg)

- Used to be pretty scrawny as a teenager but gained some weight as he got older thanks to Brian and Tim borderline forcing this guy to eat

- Still a skinnier guy but definitely got some weight to him.

- Pretty much one of those guys who doesn’t LOOK like he’d be that strong only for him to be able to actually throw another person if he wanted to LMAOOO

- Dudes arm strength is insane. But when you you’ve been throwing around hatchets and axes since 17 that’s to be expected.

- But no seriously dude could throw you and has definitely thrown people before

- When he first became a proxy though Toby actually struggled a bit with the whole killing thing. Not cause of the morality issue but more so because dude was an anxious mess.

- Toby was ,,,,, a bit awkward to say the least. Was very wary of everyone and everything. Didn’t trust Tim and Brian. Honestly was slightly scared of them

- Would freeze up sometimes during his first missions because he would get so overwhelmed with everything going on.

- Finally put actual effort in to getting better at fighting after Tim told him straight up if he couldn’t take care of missions successfully, the operator would kill him.

- Brian gave him the advice that it’s easier to do it if he just took all his pent up anger out while doing missions.

- Yeaaaa he definitely took that shit to heart bc when the next mission came around? Oh boy

- Safe to say he realized that he isn’t a little kid who couldn’t defend himself anymore. That he is the one people were afraid of now.

- And boooyyy did that feel great

- When it came to actually completing his first mission on his own he was a nervous wreck. Took Brian an hour to calm him down. For the first year or so he had Tim and Brian to fall back on when things got tough, now it was gonna be just him though.

- “What happens I- if I fuck it up?”

“You won’t “

“ but what if I do?”

“Toby just go do the damn job. You’ll be fine”

- He did do good, a little too good actually. Soon Toby would have more successful missions than he did failed ones. And was a lot more confident in himself than before.

- Which made Slender’s interest in him peak. Whether that’s good or bad depends on who you ask.

-Nowadays he usually will stick around whatever area Masky and Hoodie is in but will still go off on his own.

- Hates being away from them for long. They’re kind of the only “positive” father figures he’s had his entire life, but would rather jump into oncoming traffic than admit that.

- Still an anxious person, has just learned how to conceal it very well.

- Personality wise, it can really vary what version of Toby you get depending on what the situation is.

-If you’re a fellow proxy, Toby can be fairly laid back, hyper even. Likes to hang out with Kate and Rouge when they’re around. Will do whatever with the others, he’s just happy to tag along.

- If you’re someone he doesn’t like, he is quite insufferable lol. Will purposely go out of his way to antagonize you and pick on you.

-Will also call you the wrong name on purpose. Sometimes it’s not even close to what your name is, he just thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.

- If you’re a target? R.I.P

- Will not say a word. Nothing at all just stares you down silently.

- He’ll just watch you for a long time before he actually makes his move. Will just ever so slightly move things in your place when you’re not there. Maybe the photo on the wall is slightly crooked, or a favorite item of yours is missing.

- just little things that you might not notice right away, but when you do you think “huh that’s weird”

- then it escalates to windows/doors being slightly ajar, unlocked or even just straight up opened all the way.

- He wants you to be nervous. The more scared you are, the less able you are to think clearly.

- You hear him before you actually see him. The small sound of bones popping and quiet grunts and swear words

-Then you see him

- Whether it’s at the end of your hallway, the corner of your room, or in the woods.

- He stands there for a moment, not moving an inch besides the occasional tic

- At this point there’s nothing you can do. You can’t outrun him and you sure as fuck can’t out power him. You’ll still try and like all the others, fail.

- There is a small blessing tho, and that is that your death will usually be quick.

- Toby is not one for torture. Not very good at keeping people alive long enough for that but better believe he can sure as hell make it hurt

- Definitely enjoys it a lot more than he is willing to admit. Not that he would need to admit it everybody knows

- When he’s not working or hanging out with others, he tries to find anything else to distract himself. He’s actually quite good at drawing, but gets frustrated with it when his tics mess him up

- Will also just go on walks. And not just short lil ones either this man will go missing for HOURS

- Made Tim and Brian panic at first when he started doing that but eventually just accepted he’ll come back at some point.

- Absolutely will smoke weed to chill out as well too. It helps with his nerves and tics. Also helps when he is having manic/ depressive episodes.

- Just does anything to preoccupy himself. He hates doing nothing because then all he has is his thoughts which never leads anywhere good

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Winter's King 25

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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The queen snores in her bed. At last, peaceful. You leave her as she is, piled in bedclothes amid the glow of the low-burning fire. You emerge into the corridor, silent, and the door drags closed with a scrape at your cautious pull. The shadow by the pillar shifts.  

You glance over at the guard. Gilles has been relieved of his watch and another man stands in his place. You think you recognise him. He must’ve been one of those which helped the queen seize your cart. The road feels so very long ago and yet there is still much ahead of you. 

“Hold,” the guard warns and gives a whistle, the noise echoing along the high ceilings.  

There’s scuffling further down and you turn to face another silhouette, this one slender and lithe like a wraith. Ezme steps into the light of a lamp and stare at you placidly. She beckons with a hand. 

“Come, maid, I will show you your quarters,” she says. 

You bow your head and go to her. It is unusual you wouldn’t be left to find your way to the servants wing yourself, likely near the kitchens, and yet you are much too weary to question any of it. She turns and you walk at her side. The promise of sleep, even if only a little, has you aching to recline. 

The corridors are quiet but for the soft pad of your footsteps. Fewer lamps light the way than in the daytime and the path grows black. You follow the stirring of the women next to you as she carries on. She touches your arm to stop you, nudging you to the right. You wait and listen as she lifts a latch, the metallic noise cutting through the din, and hinges creak loudly. 

She guides you into the dark chamber by your wrist. It is lit only by moonlight and a brazier burning at the foot of a broad bed. The door clanks shut and you shiver. Ezme moves around you, her skirts brushing your own, and she goes to the low mattress. You squint, these are not servants’ rooms. The bed frame, the brazier, the space swathed in darkness; more often, bodies crowded over bags of hay or on the scant tatters of blankets. 

“You will sleep here,” she says softly, “with me. You will be safe.” 

“Safe? From what?” You croak and rub your cheeks as they burn with fatigue. 

“Need you ask,” she replies knowingly, “it is much too late for those questions. Come, lay, the morning will be upon us swiftly.” 

You don’t argue. She is right. You go to bed and remove your apron and cap. You fold them and put them to the foot of the mattress. She moves a dark square over the blankets towards you. You pause and reach to touch the obscured shape as the dim light offers only vague outline. It’s soft, furry. You feel around and find the familiar rough patch sewn into the lining. It’s the king’s cloak. 

“You will want to keep that close,” she says, “the soldier made certain to leave it for you.” 

“Bryce?” You wonder aloud, “is he your friend?” 

“He is a familiar face,” she shrugs and pulls her dress over her head. “The Lord of the Castle likes him well enough.” 

You shift the cloak over your apron and strip off your outer layer, standing only in your shift. You mirror the maid across from you and slip beneath the thick blankets. A sigh escapes you as your muscles finally release the tension of the day. She is still on her back as you lay upon your side, staring at the low flicker of the brazier against the wall. 

Curiosity nips at your exhaustion. How does a servant come upon a room like this? Is it simply at your expense? For whatever reason Bryce has bid her to keep you close. Certainly, the old soldier is overly cautious. 

Your eyes close before you can think very much on the unexpected resting spot. The day has been turbulent and full of many surprises. You only dread those that await you on the morrow. 

⚔️

Ezme wakes you from a heavy slumber. You both dress in the morning hue, rinsing from a basin before you face another day. You leave the cloak on the assurance it will be waiting for you. A thought glimmers of what the king might think should it go missing. Would he blame you? 

You emerge and part from your nocturnal companion. You procede to the queen’s chambers to find them open and the corridor a titter. A pair of servants, themselves dozy, carry one of her chests through as her shrill cry careens through. You approach as the steadfast guard with the fiery hair watches you with narrow eyes.  

You peer within and find the Queen Jazlene digging through the contents, tossing fabrics without a care, in a desperate search. You are stunned to find her awake with the sunrise but not disheartened. It might be a good omen. 

"Where is it?" She throws her hands up and scowls as her eyes skim around, "you," she points in your direction, "where is my blue dress? The one with the silver lace? It must be here!" 

"Your highness, perhaps another chest," you step inside. 

"You did remember to pack it, didn't you?" She accuses as she stands, "I did bid it." 

"Yes, your highness," you affirm, though it was Merinda who would've taken the order. "Shall I go look in the luggage?" 

"Oh, yes, you shall," she struts toward you, "I will not be dressed as some northern wench for the banquet." 

Banquet? You withhold your curiosity and bow your head. You have a task and it is always better to tend to it without question. 

You spin and hurry from the room. You nearly collide with another servant, a tray in their hands. Another chore you needn't attend. You press on and find your way through the kitchens to the rear of the castle.  

The luggage remains mostly in the stables which entails a venture into the wintry without. You mourn the cloak upon the foot of the bed but it would be worse to flaunt the king's patch so heedlessly. You tuck your hands into your sleeves and put your chin down before you push through, the door resisting your strength as the wind blows against it. 

You stagger through and the heavy wood slams just as quickly as you clear its breadth. The gales are strong but the snow has relented. You see dark bodies speckled amid the white as powder dusts up in heaps. The servants work to clear away the thick piles and make pathways around the castle's yard. 

You cross to the stables and delve into the stink of horses and hay. The beast nicker and neigh as you pass as others doze without notice. You find the luggage, chests still upon carts as others litter the unswept floor. If you find the dress, it might just reek of horse. 

You recognise the crest of Debray upon a chest and the painted sides of a few others. You unstrap several lids and raise them, the cold nipping but sweat rising nonetheless. The longer you sift through the contents, the number your hands and fingers become, the clumsier you are. 

A patch of blue, so pale and shiny it's almost white, gleams from beneath the heaps of cloth. You yank upon it, bringing out several other gowns with the effort, and claim victory. You do not neglect to suss out a pair of slippers and a hair net you think might go with it. You set it aside and pack away the mess you've made, breathless from the expense. 

You hug your lot and curl around the next row of horses, searching out Daisy as she leans her head against Chestnut's dark neck. Their eyes widen at your approach and they huff almost in time. You pat their noses before you apologise that you must leave them. 

Once more, the violent gusts greet you in the open, sending a spiral of snow around you and dusting you with the chill. Your teeth chatter as the wind pushes you from behind and fill your skirts. You can hardly aim your steps as you end up against the castle wall, sidling along until you're at the door. 

Within, the cold follows and lingers in your bones. You flit through the kitchens, pots steam as the large ovens blaze and bodies cluster and clash. You barely avoid a collision as you pass into the corridor. As you step around one figure, another appears. 

“Aye, there the mouse is,” Bryce greets as he folds a leaf around his finger, readying it to pop in his mouth, “I see she’s got you at work already.” 

“Sir,” you stop before the soldier, “how was your night?” 

“Eh, dark,” he shrugs, “and you? The other maid saw to ya?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Very good. If ye can, stay close to that one at the feast,” he girds, “she’s wise. She knows well how to bide the shadows.” 

You nod and hug the fabric, another shiver flowing through you. He tilts his head as he continues to play with the leaf between his fingers. 

“Don’t tell me you were outside without a cloak,” he accuses, “where’s yours, then?” 

“Sir, it was only for a moment--” 

“This cold does not soften for summer maids,” he tuts and shakes his head, “you will make yerself sick and who should have to deal with it, hm? Who should have to hear the king rant of it?” 

“Apologies, I was only in a rush,” you pout. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he steps closer and touches the dress in your arms, “in a rush for flimsy gown. These halls are too cold for satin.” 

“The queen bids it--” 

“Oh, I would expect,” he chortles. 

You purse your lips, slanting them one way then the next, as you recall your task. You watch him pinch the silk before he rescinds his reach. He puts the leaf in his mouth and chews. 

“You said feast and the queen said banquet? Is that this evening?” You wonder. 

“Certainly, is,” he sucks on the sweet leaves, “Lord Vesemir would celebrate our departure most fervently but as any good winter lord, he would not send his guests out in the cold without full bellies.” 

“Oh,” you utter thoughtfully. 

“And I suppose, it will appease the queen,” he adds, “for a time before she is once more miserable in the wildlands.” 

“And we are to leave on the morrow?” 

“Aye, by the nightfall,” he crosses his arms. “They must clear the pass and ready the horses and carts. It will be a labour but best we move on.” 

“I believe so too, sir,” you teethe your lip. 

“Aye, you are prudent, as ever,” he lowers his gaze to the floor, “mouse.” 

You shift on your soles and exhale solemnly, “I must...” 

“Yes, very well, go on to your queen,” he steps aside, “I must find our king. I suspect he might be hounding the lord of this castle, if not sparring with him.” 

There is a reluctance between you as you carry on your way; Bryce to one wing and you to the other, as if to mark the divide of king and queen. You come up the stairs and hurry along, the queen’s doors still ajar. Her voice carries still and servant scuttles out as a plate is hurled after them, crashing onto the floor as it narrowly avoids their foot. 

You slow and cautiously peek into the room. The queen shakes her head and pinches a morsel of brown meat on her plate, eyeing it with scrutiny. For a moment, her face twists, then she forces herself to shove it in her mouth. She chews as a battle rages across her features. 

Her gaze is drawn by your movement and she gulps down her mouthful. She stands, nearly overturning the stool upon which the tray rests. She brings her hands up as she storms over to snatch your armful. You back away as she lets the dress unfurl and you bend to gather up the slippers and hairnet as they fall. 

“Ah, wonderful, a proper attire for my first proper appearance as queen,” she beams and dances around with the dress, “oh, my hair, my hair. You must braid it for me.” 

She lays the gown on the bed and gives it a longing touch before she retreats. She clammers to the plain wooden table upon which she’s had a looking glass propped up. She leans forward as you stand behind her. Her hair remains in the braids she’s worn for some time, looking wilted and ratty from neglect. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“I suppose the king feels horrid for his display yesterday,” she preens at herself. “He must realise he cannot keep a lady like me cooped up.” 

You think to mention that it is more send-off than anything. That is on Lord Vesemir’s whim, rather than King Geralt’s. At least that’s how you have it. Yet, you know well not to argue. Let Jazlene believe as she well and the world is always a bit more pleasant. 

You set to undoing her hair, gently as you notice how dry it is, whether from the cold or the air. She snaps her fingers and demands another servant bring her the tray off food. She picks at it as you unwind her hair and let it free. 

She looks at herself one way then the other. She smiles and wipes her mouth with her sleeve.  

“I am still pretty, aren’t I?” She asks, “I will be after the child comes, won’t I?” 

You swallow and nod, “yes, your highness.” 

“Gilles, Gilles,” she chimes and waves a hand, “come, come,” she turns in her seat and you pull away from her, not wanting to tug on her locks. “Tell me, how pretty am I?” 

The man steps into the doorway and clears his throat. He looks as sheepish as you’ve ever seen. You glance back at Jazlene as she poses and bats her lashes. 

“You are beautiful, my queen, as the summer sunsets,” he avows. 

There’s a click in your head, a wriggle in your chest, and a churning in your stomach. No. No, it can’t be. She wouldn’t betray her marriage. 

Yet you thought the very same of her husband. That’s different. The king rules all, even the queen. And that she so garishly flaunts her fleeting affections. But how can you judge, when your own folly looms over you like a cloud? 

You think of the king’s story; Cerrill and Wynifred and their forbidden romance. It tints in a different effect now, it aligns more evenly, for you do not see this ending well for either queen or guard should they stray. Just as you don’t see yourself faring any better. 

[charmandabear]

No Sandra Dee

Summary:

One quick little lie to your parents, and you and your hot vampire greaser boyfriend have the entire night to yourselves.

Pairing: Astarion/f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags/Warnings: reader is in high school but age isn't specified, reckless driving, 1950s greaser au, loss of virginity/innocence, vaginal fingering, piv sex, blood drinking, degredation if you squint, rough sex if you squint, praise kink if you squint, reader is a bit of a needy slut (affectionate)

I tell you the way this idea grabbed me by the collar and shoved me up against a locker and told me to give it my lunch money... I wrote it over the course of a few hours and it refused to let me go until I finished. I saw dovah_vakarian's Greaser Astarion and with some egging on from the lovely folks in the Rabid House server (join if you want a good hang) this little ditty was born. No thoughts, just greaser Astarion. (Dovah was kind enough to let me use their render for the cover photo are you SEEING IT? Are you KIDDING ME? Go give them a follow, right fucking now.)

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“Alright, Ma, Pa, I’m off to Suzie’s for the night!” Your heart is pounding in your ears as you shout the lie, and you can only hope it’s not in your voice, too. 

“Alright dear, have fun! Don’t forget to remind Mr. and Mrs. Johnson about the church potluck on Sunday!” your mother calls back, and without another word you slip out the front door and into the cool night air. You adjust your poodle skirt and bound down the front steps of your home, turning down the street where he’s waiting. He looks like an absolute treat, too, leaning against his shiny black convertible, the collar of his leather jacket popped, cigarette held delicately between long slender fingers. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of those fingers. You know better than anyone what they’re capable of.

“Darling,” he greets you with that adorable foreign lilt of his. You can already feel your cheeks beginning to flush as he looks you up and down, sizing you up like a piece of meat. “Ready to leave?”

You nod vigorously. “Ma and Pa think I’m at Suzie’s, and she has strict instructions for what to say if they call.” Your mouth grows dry at the sight of his devastating smile.

“That’s my girl,” he coos, running a knuckle down your jaw and under your chin. He takes one last drag off his cigarette and drops it, grinding it into the pavement with the heel of his boot. He breathes out the cloud of smoke that obscures his features, and you inhale instinctively. The acrid smell is one that you used to absolutely hate, but now that you’re starting to associate it with him, it sends a little thrill down your spine every time. He slides into the driver’s seat and you throw your overnight bag in the back. 

“So, Astarion, where are we going?” You try to keep your tone light, but the quaver in your voice gives away your nervous excitement. He slides his red eyes over to you and a mischievous smile plays on his lips as he revs up the t-bird’s loud engine.

“Can’t some things remain a surprise?” he says slyly, and the sultry tone of his voice makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You keep your hands in your lap as he fiddles with the radio, and soon the dulcet tones of Nat King Cole fill the car. 

It’s not long before he’s speeding down the highway, and you haven’t the faintest clue where he could possibly be taking you. He pulls out the cigarette from behind his ear and pops it into his mouth.

“Sweetheart, can you grab my lighter? It’s in the pocket of my jeans,” he mumbles around the cigarette, and you glance nervously at the tight denim on his hips.

“Um, sure, just keep your eyes on the road,” you say automatically, feeling like you could kick yourself for sounding like such a square. But he just chuckles as you lean over and wiggle your fingers into his pocket. You can smell his cologne from here, a heady spiced smell that makes your chest ache. After a bit of struggling, you pull the zippo out from his pocket and flip it open for him to light his cigarette. You assume he’s going to let you bring the flame to him, but instead he fully turns his head toward you, red eyes boring into yours as you light it. 

“Astarion, careful,” you hiss nervously, your fingers shaking as you try to light the cigarette as quickly as possible. There isn’t another car in sight, but you’ve heard too many stories of reckless joyrides turning fatal.

He takes a puff and laughs, a cool, velvety sound. Your eyes trace his profile, his perfect nose and jawline, and the two small puncture wounds on his neck. You’ve fooled around with him a bit before, but you’ve never gone all the way. And you’ve always been morbidly curious about what it would be like for him to bite you. His eyes flick towards you and you flush, feeling like you’ve been caught. 

“Someone is having naughty thoughts,” he sings, and a timid giggle bubbles out of your lips. 

“What?” you squeak, and then clear your throat to try to sound more cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so?” He takes a hand off the steering wheel and gently runs his fingers down the side of your neck, and you can’t suppress the moan his touch elicits. “So you’re not thinking about…” His hand continues its journey downward and stops right at your breast, fondling lightly over your sweater. You bite your lip as he squeezes the flesh, and even through the two layers of wool and satin, your nipples grow stiff with arousal. He pinches it between his fingers and you need to press your thighs together. You can already feel the cotton gusset of your panties growing wet, and with his heightened sense of smell, he knows it, too. 

“A-Astarion, eyes on the r-road,” you stammer, but he just grins wickedly before pressing his foot down on the gas, inching up dangerously over the speed limit. 

“Darling, I promise I won’t take my eyes off the road for a second,” he says with a wicked grin, lit cigarette bouncing with every word. He keeps his promise, but his hand continues to wander southward, brushing against your thigh. You squirm and whimper, simultaneously desperate for his touch and wanting him to stop. You wrestle with your conflicting desires for a moment, before temptation wins and you let your knees fall open for him. “Such a good girl for me,” he purrs as he pulls up the hem of your skirt, and even you can smell the debauchery wafting from between your legs. 

“Just please,” you whine as his fingers skate across your inner thigh, teasing you mercilessly.

“Please what, darling?” His voice is infuriatingly innocent while he’s making the dirtiest thoughts run through your mind.

“Please be careful,” you plead, your hips bucking forward to chase his touch. He steps on the gas again, increasing the speed even more. Your heart begins to pound loudly, and you can’t tell if it’s from hurtling down the highway or his fingers dancing just outside your panties.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I can do both,” he pouts as the pad of his thumb runs up the length of your slit, and you grip the bar on the door as a moan escapes your lips. He begins to retract his hand and slows the car down slightly, causing you to whine instinctually in protest. “So love, which will it be?”

You stare in horror at your beautiful vampire boyfriend’s face. He doesn’t have the same stakes as you, he’d be able to walk away from a car wreck just fine, but you, not so much. But your cunt is aching from his relentless teasing, and your judgment is clouded with lust.

“Just… quickly, please,” you whine, and his lips stretch wide into a satisfied grin. He slams his foot down on the gas pedal as his fingers return to your soaked panties, tearing an unseemly groan from your throat. He pushes the gusset aside and slides his fingers along your slick folds as you grip the seat. You have no idea if your primary emotion is fear or arousal, but either way it's exhilarating.

“So wet, you dirty girl,” he tuts, and you can only cant your hips into his hand in response. “If only Ma and Pa could see their darling daughter now.” He inserts a slender digit and you push a saddle shoe against the dashboard to brace yourself.

“Ah- ‘starion,” you moan, your knuckles beginning to turn white from how hard you're clutching the leather seat. He pumps his finger lazily, still looking at the dark road ahead as it flies by. 

“What would Pastor Tom say if he knew you were getting fingered by your greaser boyfriend in the front seat of his t-bird.” He punctuates the filthy statement by inserting another digit, and you squirm into his hand needily. “Such a perfect little slut for me.” He curls his fingers and palms your clit, and you rock back and forth in the seat trying to push yourself down on him deeper.

“Please, ‘starion, I need more,” you pant and you catch the speedometer breaching 100 mph as he increases the pace of his fingers. He uses the heel of his hand to rub against your clit and you can feel your orgasm building deep in your core. “Yes, please, just like that.”

“My filthy girl, so good for me,” he praises you as you whimper and moan, and you grip his wrist to control his touch. You buck desperately against him, and your hand not holding his begins to pinch and fondle your breast, chasing your pleasure. “You hungry little slut, you can’t get enough, can you?”

You’re so close, and through your half-lidded eyes you see Astarion take his other hand off the steering wheel to take a drag on his cigarette. You cry out in both horror and pleasure as you crash over the edge, fucking yourself on his hand and gripping the back of the seat. Ripples of pleasure reverberate through your body offset by your heart pounding in fear. As the waves subside, Astarion pulls his fingers out and you can feel the car slowing. You’re still breathing heavily as he pulls off at an exit, driving deeper into the woods. 

As soon as the car rolls to a stop, he growls, “Get out,” as he crushes his cigarette in the ashtray. You scramble out of the car and before you can get your bearings he’s got you pushed up against the trunk of the car, kissing you forcefully. You paw wantonly at his neck, just barely keeping up.

“Please, defile me,” you groan as he pushes his bulge into your mound. You slide your fingers into his curls and guide his mouth towards your neck. “Bite me, Astarion.”

“What a disappointment you are to your parents,” he grunts into your ear before sinking his fangs into your jugular. The pain is exactly as exquisite as you had imagined, like icy shards that melt into a warm serenity. He takes deep gulps of your blood, and with each swig his erection grows harder against you. You grind into him, desperate to know what it’s like to feel him inside you.

He pulls away from your neck all too soon, but it’s worth it to see him panting, hair disheveled, and a monstrous bloody grin on his face. “Turn around,” he snarls, but before you can comply he’s grabbed you roughly by the waist and done it for you. He bends you over the trunk and rucks your poodle skirt up to your waist. It doesn’t take him long to pull himself out of his jeans, his cock hard and glistening. You try to turn around to see it but he grabs a hold of your ponytail, keeping your head firmly forward. 

“P-please, Astarion, I need it,” you beg, standing on your toes as you present your throbbing cunt to him. He pushes your panties to the side and aligns himself with your entrance, teasing it lightly with the head of his cock.

“Their perfect little cheerleader with the perfect grades,” he growls and you can only mewl helplessly in response. He pushes into you and you both groan, the sound mixing amongst the ambience of the forest. “You’re all mine, now,” he hisses as he bottoms out, and you claw at the shiny surface of his car. He shoves your face against the cold metal and begins to thrust into you. You cry out with every stretch, the mixture of pain and pleasure becoming quickly overwhelming. 

“Harder, Astarion,” you grunt and he yanks your ponytail back further, stretching out your neck and forcing you to look at him above and behind you. He obliges your request, pounding you into the car forcefully. His face contorts with pleasure as he slides in and out of your tight cunt, and you can already feel yourself building up to a second orgasm. You push yourself back into him, desperate to feel more, when suddenly he pulls out and you whimper from sudden emptiness. But before you can protest, he forcefully turns you around again and shoves himself back into you.

“I want to see your face when I make you cum,” he growls, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him in closer. You grab onto the back of his leather jacket as he fucks you mercilessly against the back of his car. 

“Please, Astarion,” you whimper, each thrust of his cock pushing your breath out of you. “Please don’t stop.” His rutting hips begin to grow uneven, he pounds into you a few more times before you feel the pulsing of his cock against your walls. His face in the throws of passion, his mouth still slightly bloody and his hair falling into his eyes are enough to set off your second climax. You don’t hold anything back, your cries mixed with swears and his name repeated over and over echoing off the trees.

You cling to the back of his neck as you both slow, taking your time to regain control over your breathing. Eventually he pulls out and sets you back down onto your feet. Your legs quake and he laughs as you need to grab his arms to stay steady.

“You said you wanted to be defiled,” he concedes, and you pull him into a comparatively chaste kiss.

“My parents don’t expect me home until morning,” you hum against his lips, “and I can think of a few more ways to defile me until then.”

[malterea-kingdom]

Alright, I’m gonna post this in two posts, I’m making Au for Forsaken (yes, I know, how original), but anyways! This is an Au that anyone can feel free to give me ideas about and use as long as you give me credit!

1x:

• looking for his creator/Shedletsky after he “disappeared”

• was wandering through the woods and found this cabin in the woods

• tall and slender

• his ribs slightly stick out under his shirt, he’s not malnourished, he’s just slight disfigured

Fun Fact!: 1x got his cape from Shedletsky a while back!

John Doe:

• don’t let his appearance fool you, he will kick your ass in a fight

• nonetheless, he is old and in retirement with his wife (Jane Doe)

• he has no clue how he got here, he just remembers waking up in the cabin with 1x checking on him

• 1x said he found him lying on the ground in the woods

Fun Fact!: my son C00lkidd sees John as a replacement father figure!

Azure:

• a bit after 1x and John Doe founded the group they went out to scavenge for supplies, when they got back, they met Azure scavenging through their things in the cabin

• Azure is incredibly untrusting of the ground as a whole, but mostly C00lkidd and iTrapped, C00lkidd because he can easily be tricked into narcking them out, but iTrapped is because he is incredibly suspicious and won’t explain anything

• Azure wasn’t officially part of the group yet when they found iTrapped so he wasn’t there when they found him [Azure was in the cabin at the time]

• Azure was the one to patch up iTrapped when he got to the cabin

• Azure can heal people at the cost of a bit of his heath and can regenerate his heath slowly

Fun Fact!: Azure was in the cult way less than Two Time was

iTrapped:

• used to be gambling buddies with Chance

• after an encounter in the woods, John Doe and 1x met iTrapped and he joined the group after they got back to the cabin

• he was first found with multiple wounds

Fun Fact!: iTrapped has Chance’s second favorite coin that he uses in the same way as Chance would in the OG forsaken [except he uses a sword that he sometimes fumbles with and cuts himself]

C00lkidd:

• by far the youngest of the group at 10 years old

• also the shortest

• John Doe found him wandering through the woods and calling for his papa

• said him and his dad were playing a mix of hide n’ seek and tag when he “got lost” and couldn’t find his father

• ALWAYS has an appetite for any food, mostly pizza though, he’s a growing boy after all! =]

I’ll post the killers next!

Sincerely, a man named Victor = D

[crushedsweets]

SUCKER'S FAQ

i'll add onto this as needed! updated 8/14/24

GENERAL

What do you use for your timeline? miro.com!

What do you use for your website? google sites!

Will you be adding new characters to Creeped? as of right now, nope!

Can I draw/use your AU/designs as inspo? YAH!!! but if u draw anything... u should show me after :3

Can I be (insert emoji) anon? yes! but i dont keep very good track of my emoji anons... so there might be a double..... LOL

Do you do commissions/art trades? No I’m sorry!!! At most I'll occasionally do a request, but no promises!

How do you feel about shipping with your designs/versions/OCs?Fine w/ it EXCEPT for Bonnie! She's a self insert so its kinda awkward LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

CREEPED SPECIFIC

What is your au? Quick tumblr explanation here + my website here!

What is everyone's birthday/ages? link here + timelines!

What is O/S syndrome? Basically slender sickness, but I named it 'Operator/Slender syndrome' cuz it sounds and fits my lore better! Someone has to be infected by the Operator FIRST, and then Slendy takes over!

What are zalgoids? explanation here! Powers/weapons? link here!

What is everyones ethnicities/races/nationalities? link here!

Do you have faceclaims? Nope!

Throwing in their designs/heights cuz i think that's relevant too, even if people dont ask for them.. LMAO

my creeped tag is the best place to find miscellaneous info on my AU, but theres like 150 posts so if you genuinely cant find something, dont be afraid to ask!

[hobbitwrangler]

Word Find WIP Game

Thank you for tagging me @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras, this was fun! <3

How it works: I search for the words assigned to me by the person who tagged me and share the relevant snippets. I then choose four words for others to search in their own WIP(s).

I was assigned: hand, laugh, dark and remember. Laugh was hard to find (no one is having fun in my recent WIPs clearly), but I managed!

Hand (Four funerals and a wedding - Gandalf tries and fails (?) to therapise one of Denethor's sisters)

The stare endured. Slender fingers drummed on the arm of the chair. “Am I wrong?” Gandalf pressed.

"Eat me."

"And how long would I have to boil you to wear down the gristle?"

"Did you just insinuate that I am too unpleasant to cannibalise?"

"Well, technically it wouldn't be cannibalism,” he muttered.

Caeveneth reached forward to tear a hunk from the bread, more for something to do with her hands than with any intention of eating it. “It seems I am always to be unarmed in the face of death. I must either be empty or possessed with hopelessness when those bells ring.” She tugged at the bread, breaking the hard crust apart. “You know after my father died, it was like I was drowning. It would not let me go, and I felt I must go under.”

Laugh (Boromir/OC fic, although it's got a fair emphasis on said OC's family dynamics as seen here)

Eirlys spluttered, unable to work out which claim was most insulting. “There was nothing poor about them! They had their fun!”

“So did Miryeman!”

“Oh, don’t be disgusting!”

Duinhir's eyes flashed. “I see, when I do my duty by my wife I’m disgusting, when you force me to reassign the captain of my guard it’s all in good fun!”

The gasp of enraged laughter that came from Eirlys actually hurt. “I didn’t force you to do anything! You could have kept him for all I cared! Unlike you, I don’t need to run away from someone after I fuck them! And don’t talk about doing your duty by your wife! You left her alone in Minas Tirith to be accused of treason, that’s dereliction of duty if ever I saw it!”

“That’s not—”

“No!” She was truly angry now, her vision half-blurred with fury that had been bubbling for weeks on end. “You had to prove that you don’t care, you had to run off to the mountains and hide because you couldn’t have us thinking you were weak and you left her at the mercy of Mother and all the rest of them! You left your post, soldier, and if her head rolls, you will feel my sympathy in the back of my hand and the mallet I hand Ejder, do you understand?”

Dark (Flame, Free of Fleshly Form - AU take on why Arien decided to guide the sun)

"Why did you do that?" she hissed afterwards, rage flickering in her eyes. "Do you not know the peril of what we embark upon?"

"You forget," said Tilion quietly, "that I am a hunter." And her eyes were not the only ones which burned in the darkness of Melkor. The light in Tilion's eyes was cold, but no less furious. "And I too am angry, Arien."

"Angry and unwise," Arien shot back.

"Then we are much alike," said Tilion.

"I have considered my course," she snarled.

"And so have I," said Tilion firmly. "What would you have me do? Bask in the beauty of Aman, knowing that you sail the skies of Arda, defying Melkor alone? You have chosen your path, Arien, and I have chosen mine. I will not tell you what you should do, so do me the same courtesy."

Remember (Love Thy Neighbour - Théoden/Finduilas Christmas fic)

Finduilas tilted her head as he approached. “Come to sit next to the crazy lady?” she asked.

“Ignore them,” said Théoden, setting his shopping down beside her.

Finduilas did not reply, her gaze fixed on a tree across from her, watching two birds twittering brightly to each other. “You know, sometimes I forget how much it helps to just remember there’s a world outside my room, outside my house, with big open skies and trees and rain.” She turned back to him, smiling slightly. “That’s one of the good things about this place. The air is cleaner. The outside world is closer.”

Théoden must have been staring at her too intently, for she tilted her head. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m contemplating pushing you into the fountain.”

tagging @emyn-arnens @sotwk @glorf1ndel if you'd like to search you WIPs for hope, sky, play and green (or you can borrow my words if you need/prefer)

[deadandwalking]

📖The Dark Novella System🌙

hiyaa :D i’m Francis, the host of the Dark Novella system!

here’s some things you should know about me and my system :3

⭐️ We are a monoconscious, mixed origin, dawnium system!

⭐️ We are fictive heavy, with most of our fictives originating from some kind of horror media

⭐️ We form new members a lot and swap quite easy

⭐️ @fictives-and-assorted-fools is our plural blog

⭐️ The body/host (me!) is 16 years old, Trisgender Notgirl, and uses She/He pronouns and feminine terms. I am proudly Irish and suffer from ADHD, BPD, NPD, Depression, Selective Mutism and possibly more :’)!!

⭐️ My best friends rn are Alldyn, Cody, Finn, Felix, Ray and Calypso! love you guys <3

⭐️ I go by many names but my main ones aree Francis, Rebecca, Jessica and Nancy, or if you’re a close friend of mine, Frankie :3

⭐️ Fictionkin to Nancy Thompson (A Nightmare on Elm Street) and Meg Thomas (dead by daylight) <3

⭐️ I am Fictionhearted/Soulbound to Offenderman and Freddy Krueger :p if you don’t like that then get smited ig

⭐️ Alterhuman :3 i identify WITH, not as, Computer Viruses, Angels, Robots and Dolls. i identify as a zombie and a ghost.

⭐️ My favourite colours are pink and green !!! :3

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Online family :-

Milky / Brother

Tiresias / Brother

Polites / Brother

Elias / Brother

Gerry / Sister

Calypso / Sister

Lico / Little brother !!

Callum / Little brother <3

Kian / Nephew

Luke / Nephew

Saph / Nephew

Candy / Niece

Mikey / Uncle

Rayner / Grandpa

Simon / Grandpa

Hezekiah / Grandpa

Robert / relationship to be determined but he’s family

💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

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DNI LIST!

please stay away if you are:

🌟 Terfs, radfems/radqueers, homophobes and transphobes etc

🌟 Anti furry, anti endo, anti otherkin etc

🌟 If you’re gonna hate on my “problematic” alters, begone!

🌟 If you’re attacking paraphilias, leave. it’s a mental illness. as long as they don’t act on it, it’s fine

🌟 On that note, paraphiliacs who act on it. you’re just fuckin gross

🌟 Cop supporters, trump supporters, israel supporters and all that. fuck you.

🌟 Anyone trying to start syscourse. i do not wanna do that.

🌟 People who will put me in The Hole. CALLUM.

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Things i like!! :3

💫 Creepypasta!!! i grew up on it and it’s so special to me. especially the Slender brothers :3

💫 Slenderverse too!! EMH and APC/TAG are the best.

💫 Mouthwashing !!!

💫 Indie horror in general. fnaf, batim, ddlc, bbieal, all that stuff :3

💫 Arcane >:D

💫 The Amazing Digital Circus, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, and Candle Cove <3

💫 A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET <33333 also Psycho, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Conjuring, and all horror movies really :3

💫 Rastamouse and Tawog :p

💫 History!!!!! especially World War 1. it’s my pookie.

💫 Cherry Bombs, Salutes, Consumer fireworks

💫 Dolls and Puppets! very awesome :3

💫 My ocs! Danni especially <3 and Buddy he’s my bestie trust

💫 Lia <3

💫 My fps <333333333

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Other blogs of mine

✨ @silcoask-blog (an ask and rp blog for Silco from Arcane!)

✨ @vice-principal-silco (an ask and rp blog for school au Silco)

✨ @ask-offy (an ask and rp blog for Offenderman from Creepypasta - heavily rewritten version)

✨ @responsible-intern (an ask and rp blog for Grey Zare, an oc from Mouthwashing)

✨ @angels-game (an ask and rp blog for Angel, a creepypasta oc heavily inspired by APCollection

✨ @the-og-i-lived-bitch-duo (an ask and rp blog for Nancy Thompson and Freddy Krueger)

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[vodika-vibes]

Trials of the Goddess

Summary: It's been over a year since the eternal winter has been broken on Pabu, and you've finally adjusted to the new normal. Unfortunately, there are some things about Pabu that Crosshair doesn't know about.

Pairing: Merc!Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 5366

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: The most recent installment of my Magic and Knights AU. I've never written Crosshair before, well, not a lot of Crosshair, but I like to think I sort of know what I'm doing now, lol.

Divider by Saradika

It’s been over a year since the curse of Eternal Winter was broken over Pabu, and slowly life has returned to normal. Or, as normal as it could be since there are so few people who remember what life was like before the Winter Queen.

But things have returned to normal. 

Though you’re not sure you’re a big fan of this new normal.

Oh, you definitely don’t miss the snow and the cold. You much prefer the tropical weather, and the fact that it never gets cold anymore. You also greatly enjoyed donating all of your cold weather clothes to more northern nations that needed them.

And you really, really enjoy being able to have a wardrobe that's mostly swimsuits, shorts, tank tops, and sundresses. 

The cons are that you eat so much fish now. So much. It’s awful. Almost every meal has some sort of fish, and you’re so tired of fish. Also, you hate having to repair the fishing nets.

At least the ones your family uses are made of rope, though that does mean that you’re repairing them weekly. And you’re talented enough with net repair, that the neighbors have started paying you to repair theirs as well.

Which wouldn’t be a problem, if it wasn’t for the fact that one of your neighbors uses wire in his fishing nets, and the wire has cut your fingers to shreds.

You scowl at your bandage covered fingers, and then shake your head, “I’m heading out!” You call over your shoulder to your family.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?” Your older cousin asks gleefully, “It’ll be fun!”

“No thanks.” You reply as you make a face, “Have fun though.” You wave at your extended family, and then hurry out of the house before someone can come up with some reason you should go fishing with them.

As soon as you’re on the street you veer left, and follow the walkway to a small set of wooden stairs that lead up the cliffside. You kick off your sandals, and pick them up, before you run up the stairs. 

At the top of the stairs you follow the trail for about a mile, and then you step over a small stone wall and follow a path that you only know about because you know the man you’re meeting.

You duck under a fallen tree, and grin when you see a hammock stretched between two trees. A hammock with a slender man with silver hair laying on it. You hurry over to him, not bothering to try and make yourself sneaky. 

You lean over the hammock and grin at him, “Found you~” You say in a singsong voice.

He doesn’t bother to open his eyes, but he does roll his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, “It’s not like I was hiding from you.” Crosshair replies dryly, and then he pulls his toothpick from his mouth and flicks it at you, “You’re in my sun, sweetheart.”

You make a disgusted face as his toothpick bounces off your cheek, “There is no sun, Cross. You’re surrounded by trees.”

He sighs, “You know, I came up here to be alone.”

“Great! I’ll be alone with you!” You counter cheerfully, that finally makes him open his eyes, and he pins you with a glare.

“You’re incredibly annoying, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm,” You reply, before you lightly grip his arm and tug, “Now, come on!”

“What? No. I don’t want to go anywhere,” Crosshair grumbles as he settles more firmly in the hammock, and slips a new toothpick into his mouth.

“But Cross,” You lean over him and pout, “They finally reopened the stairs to the Lookout!”

“Don’t care.”

You pout even more and he just closes his eyes, “If you want to go to the Lookout, then go. Don’t get me involved.”

You huff and reach out to poke his cheek, “I bet Tech would go with me.” You say.

“I recognize that you’re trying to manipulate me, and it’s not going to work, sweetheart.”

“Okay. Then I’m going to go get Tech. Right now. Here I gooo-” You say cheerfully, as you spin on your heel and start walking away.

You don’t even get three steps before you hear the hammock creak loudly, and his hand wraps tightly around your wrist. He tugs you back against his chest and you muffle a laugh when you feel his breath against your ear, “You’re such a fucking pain, kitten.” He grumbles, “Put your damned shoes on, the steps up to the lookout are stone.”

“Aww, I thought you said I couldn’t manipulate you,” You tease as you tilt your head to look at him.

He rolls his eyes and reaches out to flick your nose, “I’m saving you from having to spend an afternoon listening to my twin. You should be thanking me.”

You laugh, “Oh, my hero~”

“Yeah, yeah. Shoes, sweetheart.”

You grin at him and drop your sandals to the ground, before you slide them on, “There. Shoes.”

“Those aren’t shoes. They’re deathtraps.”

“You’re just grumpy that I’m making you walk.” You reply, “I think they make my legs look amazing. What do you think?”

Crosshair sighs, as though you’re asking him for a huge favor, and he takes a step back to stare at your legs. “Hm…” He tilts his head, and drags his gaze down your legs, and then back up, “Not bad. Maybe if you had some heels-”

You bump him with your shoulder, “Maybe you should wear some heels,” You grumble good naturedly, before you skip ahead of him, forcing him to take several long strides to keep up with you. 

“I thought we were going to the lookout together,” Crosshair chides as he flings his arm over your shoulder.

“We are! But you’re so slow-” You yelp when he tugs you and you stumble for a moment, “Mean! Mean Crosshair!”

“Not my fault that you don’t know how to walk, sweetheart.” He counters as he moves to walk in front of you, and he smirks at you over his shoulder, “Keep up, why are you walking so slow?”

You pout at his back, and jog over to him so you’re able to wrap your arms around one of his. He grumbles a little, but doesn’t shake you off, which you take as a win.

It’s not a far walk to the stairs leading to the lookout, and you frown when you see the stairs. Like Crosshair said earlier, they are made out of stone, but there’s no railing.

“Worried about falling, kitten?” He asks in your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Of course not,” You shoot him a bemused look, “I’m with you, after all.”

He blinks at you, slowly, and then he huffs and tugs on some of your hair, “Disgusting. That’s the grossest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“You’re so dramatic,” You reply as you tug him over to the stairs and start to climb them.

“You know I can leave right?” He points out, as he climbs the stairs behind you. 

“But we’re already here!” You say cheerfully as you bounce from the stairs onto the landing at the top of the stairs, “The Lookout!” You spread your arms wide, and he rolls his eyes. 

“Why’s this place so great anyway?” He asks.

“Because-” You take his arm and pull him away from the edges of the cliff, and further inland, “There’s a lake.”

“Pabu is literally a peninsula. There’s water everywhere.” Crosshair replies.

“But this is special water!” You lead him further in, until you come to a crystalline lake. It’s peaceful, and there, in the center of the lake, on a small man-made island, is a massive statue of a woman. “Ta-dah!”

Crosshair looks around, and then he sighs, “Alright. I’ll bite. What’s with the statue?”

“Hm?” You turn and look at the statue, “Oh, right. It’s a Goddess of Love.”

“A goddess,” He repeats, deadpan, “of love.”

“Yep.” You tug him over to the shore, and then sit down on the white sand. You take a moment to pull your sandals off and then bury your feet. “The story goes that a pair of lovers came up here to meet up in secret, against the wishes of their families.” You explain, “And the goddess was so moved by their devotion, she gave them the chance to prove their love to each other, and her, by giving them a series of trials.”

“Lame.”

You glare at him and fling a handful of seaweed at him, “Not lame! Romantic.”

“Yeah, I’m not about to let anyone, let alone a goddess who doesn’t exist, determine if my love is real or not.” Crosshair flicks the second toothpick of the day at you, and you squawk indignantly as it lands in your hair.

You flick the toothpick away from you, once you pick it out of your hair, “Come on, Cross. It is romantic! Sticking together through thick and thin, proving your love-”

“It isn’t romantic.” He says the word like it’s a curse and you don’t bother to muffle your laugh, “It’s condescending at best.”

“I think it’s romantic,” You reply.

“Yeah, until you’re the one having to prove your love to someone who doesn’t know you.” 

You roll your eyes at him, and reach up to tug him down onto the sand next to you, “Will you stop being a grouch for 10 minutes and just enjoy the atmosphere with me?”

“I suppose it is kind of nice that there’s no one around,” Crosshair admits after he folds himself, gracelessly, on the sand next to you.

“See, I told you-”

“It means that I can do this,” He adds with a small smirk as he leans in and steals a quick kiss, before he pulls away and settles comfortably on the sand.

You squeak, and then scramble to your knees, “No! Wait! I wasn’t ready!”

“You snooze, you lose, kitten.” He replies.

You fling your arms around his neck, “but Cross, don’t you want a kiss too?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Wha-” You’re unable to finish your word when there’s a loud crash of thunder, causing you to flinch against him. 

Crosshair straightens, and he taps your arm twice, causing you to drop them to your side. His sharp gaze is locked on the island with the statue. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” You push yourself to your feet, only to yelp as the ground gives way beneath you, and you fall. It’s some comfort that you see Crosshair falling too. Though it’s only some comfort.

You hope that he doesn’t get hurt.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the dizzying array of lights and colors threatens to make you sick, and then you’re hitting solid ground, and you huff out a breath of pain as you land hard on the sand.

Slowly you roll from your back to your side, and then push yourself into a sitting position.

You’re still at the lake, though you’re alone now. You nervously clutch at your hands, and flicker your gaze around, “Cross?” You call, “are you here?”

You gingerly get to your feet, and inch towards the treeline, “Crosshair?”

“Ah, there you are.” You jump at the familiar voice coming from the opposite side of the clearing.

You spin on your heels and sigh in relief. “There you are. What happened?” You duck down to grab your sandals, only they’re not sitting in the sand. You stare at the sand, bewildered for a moment. You could have sworn…

“Sweetheart?” You jump again, and whip around to look at Crosshair.

“Sorry?”

He smiles at you, a proper smile, and you fold your arms over your chest, “I asked if you’re alright, sweetheart.”

Your blood runs cold.

Crosshair calls you sweetheart like it’s an insult. He’s rude and crass, and flicks toothpicks at you because he thinks it’s funny. He’s never smiled at you, and he’s never verbally asked if you were alright before.

He also calls you kitten when you’re alone, and likes to whisper in your ear like you’re the only two people in the world. And sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world to him. And he always knows if you’re alright or not, because he’s Crosshair.

“Sweetheart?” He asks again, taking a step closer to you.

You stumble back away from him, “Who are you?”

He pauses, and then smiles warmly, and you fight to hide your tremors, “It’s me. Your Crosshair.”

Trap. Traptraptrap. You take several large steps back, until you’re standing in the water, “You’re not Crosshair.”

He blinks, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! You…what did you do to him!?”

He tilts his head to the side, “He’s not hurt.” He takes several steps towards you, only to stop when you step further back into the water, the water now coming up to your knees. “I could be Crosshair, if you wanted.” He cajoles, “I would make you happy, and safe.”

You shake your head mutely, your arms folding tightly around yourself.

His face twists for a moment, something dark and dangerous crossing his features as he takes a stalking step towards you. 

You yelp and stumble further backwards, just as three arrows fly from the treeline and slam into Fake Crosshair’s chest. He releases a noise that no human throat could ever make, and then dissolves into goo on the sand.

“Get over here!” Crosshair’s voice is sharp, and your head snaps to the treeline, where he’s crouching in a tree.

“Cross-” You wade out of the water, and half run over to him, “I can’t find my shoes,” you blurt as you reach his side, the fact seeming very, very important for some reason, “They were there and now they’re not and-”

“I have them.” Crosshair interrupts, his gaze flickers over all of your exposed skin, likely looking for any injuries, “They were with me…and the fake you I had to deal with.”

“I…fake me?” You ask.

“Yeah, she was acting like me, and it pissed me off, so I stabbed her.” Crosshair replies as he hands you your shoes. “Well, and because she was trying to convince me that she was you.”

You slide your sandals back on, and then look up at him, “Can we go now?” you ask.

His gaze scans your face for a moment, and he nods, “That’s the plan, stay behind me.” He pauses when you grip the back of his shirt, and he glances at you over his shoulder.

“Sorry, do you need me to let go?”

“Hold on to the hem of my shirt, not the middle of the back,” is all Crosshair says in return. He waits until your grip shifts, and then he starts walking. 

He carefully leads you to where the stairs are, only for him to stop and curse loudly. “Cross?” You poke your head from around him and look up at him.

“The stairs are gone.” He says.

You release his shirt and step around him so you’re standing next to him, and you peer over the edge of the cliff and you frown. “I don’t even see the ground.”

Crosshair grabs your shoulder and pulls you away from the edge, “I noticed,” he says shortly.

“Okay, so…so maybe we have to go back to the statue?” You offer as you nervously wring your hands. 

Crosshair reaches out and grabs your hands, “Stop that. If you’re going to worry anything, worry my shirt.”

You immediately grab the hem of his shirt, and start rolling the soft material between your fingers. 

“And your suggestion is a valid one, I suppose. Though I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like anything,” You quip weakly, a small smile lifting your lips.

His hand comes up and presses lightly against the top of your head, a small bit of tenderness to help settle your nerves, and then he moves his hand back to the stock of his crossbow, “Stay behind me.”

You slide your hands to the back of his shirt, “I will.”

He glances at you, a small smirk on his lips, “Good girl.”

You flash a small smile up at him, and allow him to lead you back towards the lake.

The pair of you stop on the shore, and look out at  the statue, and Crosshair releases a frustrated sigh, “Do we need to get to the statue?” He glances at you, “What happened, in the story?”

“Um…the couple disappeared and were never seen again.” You admit.

“You could have mentioned that this was a horror story, kitten.”

You duck your head, “It wasn’t supposed to be real, Cross.”

He scoffs, “Any other stories that we should probably know about?”

“Um…there’s a couple of others,” You admit sheepishly.

“You’re fucking joking.”

“Sorry.”

He sighs deeply and pinches his nose, “Alright. It’s fine.” Crosshair looks around for a moment, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

You nod and release his shirt.

Crosshair is only a few feet away when you see something alarming. Dozens of weapons, all of them aimed at Crosshair.

You move before you can even think it through. Your hands come out and press against his back, and you push with all of your strength. Crosshair stumbles out of the way, annoyance crossing his face as he turns to yell at you, only the words die in his throat as he watches the first volley of arrows slam into you.

You crumple to the ground, still and silent. 

Crosshair rounds on the attackers, and fires off a series of arrows, moving faster and his aim truer than ever before. 

And then he’s kneeling next to you, his touch is gentle as he rolls you from your side onto your back.

“Come on, kitten.” He growls, fury warring with fear on his face.

A warm glow envelopes you, and then fades away into nothing, and you release a gasp, rolling back onto your side and coughing loudly. “C-Cross-?”

He roughly pulls you to a sitting position, “What the fuck were you thinking?!” He snaps, he runs his hands down your arms and sides, checking for injuries.

“They,” You cough again as you try to catch your breath, “they were going to hurt you.”

“I don’t care! You don’t do that. You don’t get to do that. Never again.” Crosshair orders. 

“But-”

“No. No buts. You will give me your word that you won’t do that ever again.” His hands are painful on your shoulders.

You stare at him, eyes wide, “Okay. Okay, I won’t do that again.”

His grip loosens around your shoulders, “You promise.” He demands.

“...yeah, I promise.” He releases a shaky breath and his forehead drops against yours, “Sorry for scaring you.” You whisper.

“It’s fine,” He says gruffly, his hand pressing against the back of your head, “Come on. We need to get to the island.”

You nod your agreement, but before you get to your feet, you pull him in for a kiss. Slow and lazy and proper. You’re pretty sure you just died, you feel like you’ve earned it.

Crosshair chuckles under his breath, “Alright, kitten. Feeling better?”

“...actually, yes.” You admit.

Crosshair helps you to your feet, his grip just a little too tight for comfort. You scared him, so you don’t begrudge him his anxiety.

“Good. Now, how do we get to the isla-?” He pauses mid sentence, his gaze locked on the lake. There, right next to where you’re standing, is a small boat. 

“This feels like a trap,” You whisper to him.

He grimaces, “Get in the fucking boat.” Crosshair says shortly.

Oh, good, he agrees.

You climb into the boat with little hesitance, after all, you are with Crosshair, and he’d never let anything hurt you. You sit on one of the benches in the boat, and dig around the bottom for some oars. 

The ease of several months of practice is the only reason you didn’t topple over when the boat started moving as Crosshair pushes the boat from the shore into deeper water.

You offer him one of the oars you found, “You do know how to use this, right?” You tease lightly.

He raises a single brow, takes an oar, and dips it into the water. And then he smirks and flicks water at you causing you to let out a disgruntled noise, “I think I can figure it out.”

The pair of you manage to cross the lake in short order, and you hop out of the boat to help Crosshair pull it out of the water. You ensure that the oars are stored in the boat, and then you turn to him with a nervous smile, “I think the statue is up there,” You motion to a ridge that was not noticeable from the shoreline.

Crosshair was scowling up at the ridge, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s seen something that you haven’t.

“Cross?”

He glances at you, and his frown deepens. “Stay with the boat.”

You blink in surprise, “Shouldn’t I go with you?” You ask, “I mean, if this is a trial, like from the story-”

You stop when he presses his hand over your mouth, “Absolutely not. There’s something unnatural happening here, and you will stay here until I figure out what it is.”

“What if you get hurt?” You ask, your voice muffled by his hand.

“Then I get hurt.” He replies unconcerned.

“But-”

“Are you going to stay here?” Crosshair asks, “Or do I need to put you back in the boat and push it into the lake?”

You whine low in the back of your throat, “Are those my only options?”

“Yes.”

You shoot him an unhappy look, “Then I’ll stay here.”

He guides you over to a rock and firmly sits you down, “Good girl.” He checks his weapons, “I’ll be back shortly. Probably.”

A petulant pout crosses your face as he walks away, following the trail up to the ridge. 

“Aww, he cares about you a lot,” 

You yelp and topple off of the rock at the sudden voice to your left.

“Oh! Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!”

You gape up at the strange woman standing over you. She’s stunning, though her features seem to shift and change as you stare at her, “Who are you?” you ask.

“Oh, I’m Poppy. Hello!”

“...hi?”

Poppy beams at you and you feel guilty for having been startled by her, “Do you think you can help me?” She asks as she folds her hands, pleadingly, under her chin.

“I…Crosshair was very specific about me staying here.”

“He was!” Poppy beams even more, “And it was very adorable, but I really do need your help. And so does he.”

You slowly get to your feet and Poppy lightly takes your arm, “What do you need my help with?”

“You’ll see! It’s not far, I promise.” Poppy half drags you out of the clearing, and down a thin path that you wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t shown you. “Just down here.”

She leads you to a cave, and then she leads you into a cave. The walls are covered with dark green ivy, and there’s flowers of all sorts growing across the floor and ceiling, “What…what is this place?”

“This is my home,” Poppy leads you to the very back, where a stunning marble statue sits…covered in wicked looking purple vines, “My shrine.”

“Wait, you’re-?”

Poppy smiles, “Many years ago, I chose to watch over this island and the people here with my partner. But one day these vines appeared…” She gestured to the vines, “And my power waned to the point I wasn’t able to stop that awful winter.” She sniffles, “The only good thing about that awful winter is that fake me wasn’t able to hurt anyone, but then the winter left, and she killed you! So naturally I had to save you!”

“Oh, uh…thank you, then.”

“You’re very welcome!” Poppy beams, though it fades quickly, “I gifted you a fraction of my power, just a fraction, enough to heal you, but it drained me something awful, so now I need your help.”

“With what?”

“The vines. I need you to remove the vines. Please.” Poppy lightly touches your arm, “It’ll hurt, little one. But, please-”

You come to a decision immediately. You can’t not help someone who needs help, it’s not your nature.

So you walk over to the statue, reach out, and grab a vine. 

It’s like grabbing a red hot wire; the vine sears into your skin, and you can hear the skin of your hands burning, but you don’t let go. Instead you tighten your grip, and you rip.

The smaller vines pull away with ease, dissolving into ash as soon as they land on the consecrated ground, but the larger vines are more troublesome. They twine around your arms as you rip them out, searing dark burns into your skin. Each one is more painful than the last.

But finally, finally, the last vine falls to the ground and dissolves into ash. The cave fills with a warm light, as though the sun has finally risen after a very long night, and Poppy laughs. 

“Finally,” She says through her laughter. She reaches out and touches you, and the pain fades, and the burns slowly turn into a delicate looking ivy tattoo, “There, my brave little ivy, no more pain. No more fear.” She leans in and kisses your forehead. “All will be well. Stay in here…you will be safe.”

“But…Crosshair?”

Poppy smiles, “All will be well.” She promises, and then she’s gone, leaving behind the delicate scent of flowers. 

**************

Crosshair grunts in pain as he dodges another blow from the so-called Goddess his Kitten told him about. His lips curl in disdain as he moves out of the way from another attack.

Had he known that his day was going to devolve from spending time with his person to fighting demons, he would have brought more than just his crossbow and hunting knife.

What’s the saying, hindsight is 20-20?

At least his kitten is safe, the demons seem to have no interest in her. Though, he’s willing to bet that if he doesn’t survive, then that will change. All that means is that he better not die.

The demon he’s fighting stumbles back for a moment, even though Crosshair isn’t anywhere near her. “No.” She hisses, “NO! Go and find the girl!” She shouts to her shadows, which take the form of him and his brothers, “Kill her!”

“Shit.” Crosshair turns his attention away from the main demon, to dealing with her underlings, only the moment demon!Hunter tries to leave the ridge, he’s cut in two.

“There’s no need to fret,” A strange man stands on the edges of the clearing, something coldly smug on his face, “You’re little lady is just fine. She’s somewhere where these fiends can’t touch her.”

“No…no. You cannot be here. You’re sealed away!” The demon snarls.

The man’s grin becomes vicious, “Crosshair, is it?”

Crosshair raises a single brow, but doesn’t bother to answer.

“I need you to shoot the statue. Right in the heart, if you would.”

It’s a weird ask, but he’s done weirder things, all things considered. So Crosshair lifts his crossbow, takes aim, and fires.

His bolt flies true, and slams into the statue’s heart.

The granite cracks, crumbles, and then completely shatters. And Crosshair blinks in surprise. The statue of the woman was gone, and in its place was a statue of a man, wielding a sword and dressed in armor. 

Crosshair lowers his bow, and the strange man chuckles and steps into the sunlight. “Well done, lad. Well done indeed.” The man stops next to Crosshair, his smile is kind, though there’s a hint of danger in his gaze, “You’ve done enough for now. Let’s send you to where you belong.”

“Where I-?”

There’s a flash of light, and Crosshair swears, as he immediately closes his eyes.

************

You scramble to your feet when the cave fills with a cold light. Cold, but somehow you know it’s not a threat. The light fades, and you heave out a sigh of relief when you see who’s standing in the cave with you.

“Cross?” You hurry over to him and fling your arms around his neck, and he grunts in surprise. “Are you okay?”

His hand comes up and presses between your shoulder blades, “Yeah. I’m fine.” Crosshair extracts himself from your grip, making you whine, “What’s this?” His fingers trail over the ivy tattooed on your arms.

“Um…the statue,” You motion to the gleaming white statue, “Was being smothered in vines, so I removed them, but they burned me really badly. So Poppy turned the scars into tattoos.”

“...who the fuck is Poppy?”

You blink up at him, and then you point to the statue, “That’s Poppy. She went somewhere else, though.”

“I did indeed,” Crosshair instinctively shoves you behind him, and Poppy giggles, “Oh, darling, he reminds me of you.”

There’s a man standing next to her, tall and broad, “That he does. Those demons won’t trouble anyone ever again.” He says firmly, “And, thanks to you both, this nation will never have to worry about an eternal winter again.”

“Because we’re awake now,” Poppy says warmly, “Which means we can go back to protecting what is ours.” She claps her hands, “But, we need to get you both home.”

The man smiles slowly, “But I think we can take care of that.”

There’s a bright flash of light, and everything fades away.

*********

“I’m heading out!” You call over your shoulder to your family.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?” Your older cousin asks gleefully, “It’ll be fun!”

“No thanks.” You reply as you make a face, “Have fun though.” You wave at your extended family, and then hurry out of the house before someone can come up with some reason you should go fishing with them.

Once you’re on the street, you turn and follow the road. You hurry past the forest, and over to the stone staircase that leads to the lookout. You carefully go up the stairs, and as soon as you’re standing on the grass at the top, you kick your sandals off. 

You duck down and pick them up, and then you follow the path lined by pretty white flowers away from the lookout, and towards the lake. You stop on the shore of the lake and you turn your attention to the island in the middle of the lake.

Alight with dozens of different flowering trees, the pair of statues looking out over the lake, and over Pabu as a whole, radiate a sense of warmth and love, and you grin at the statues.

And then you turn and race along the edge of the lake, until you’ve circled half of the lake, and only then do you dip into the dense trees. 

There, hanging from two massive trees, is a hammock. And laying on the hammock, is Crosshair. You drop your shoes on the ground next to the hammock, and lean over him, a grin on your face, “Found you!”

Crosshair doesn’t bother opening his eyes, instead he just snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you so you topple over on top of him. He then adjusts you so that your head is tucked under his chin, “No more adventures, kitten.”

You giggle and bury your face against his neck, “But I haven’t told you about the Volcan-”

“Shhh.” He presses his hand over your mouth, “We’re sleeping now.”

You giggle even more, and press your nose against him, “I suppose I can take a short nap.” You close your eyes, as the soft, delicate, scent of flowers fills the forest around you.

And you know that if you were to open your eyes, the forest around you would be blossoming with every flower known to man. After all, you and Crosshair are Poppy's favorite people.

[malue-505]

Hiya!

Introduction

About Me

Hello I am Malue_505 or simply just Malue or Mal! I go by She/Her pronouns (any pronouns are fine really but those are the ones I primarily use) and I’m demiromantic/demisexual

I mostly write for fandoms, Creepypasta and Slenderverse being my main focus! I mostly write my headcanons for my CrP AU, answer asks about it and hopefully write some fanfics when I get to doing that. I don’t have a strict schedule but I try to not take so long with posts

What to expect!

I can write for pretty much most characters. If a character has a trait I do not like, I simply make a version of them where they do not have that trait (Characters like Offenderman for example)

Lore for my main Creepypasta AU: Eyquolore! (Co-owned and named by @linhfoxmoive <3)

Possibly some OC stuff

Ships that I personally ship (Feel free to ask!)

Fluff and angst

No stuff on my DNI list framed positively (Will add warnings)

Boundaries

Ask box: Open

Requests: Closed

DNI: Anti-LGBTQ, racists, neo-nazis, MAPs, zionists, etc.

Welcomed: LGBTQ+ folks, systems, age discretion is advised since I do dabble in the horror genre and sensitive topics are likely to be brought up!

You can ask to be friends or mutuals! My DMs are open just don’t be a creep obviously. No flirting please, I only jokingly flirt if you’re a close mutual of mine!

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Master List

OCs

The Pacifier - CrP OC (#crp the pacifier)

(Template by @the-slender-doll)

1043 - CrP/SV OC (#crp 1043)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse

General introduction post of my main AU

Proxism HC (Will post soon)

Slenderman’s Species (Operators)

Slenderman Proxy Ranks

Slenderman Proxy Organization

Amount of Slenderman Proxies

Slenderman Mansion HCs

List of Mansion Residents

Ages of the Mansion Residents

General CrP HCs

Relations between Creepypastas and Proxies

Slender Brother relations

Why Jane lives at the mansion with Jeff

Why Lazari grew up

Why Slenderman adopted Sally

General Jeff HCs

General BEN HCs

General Sally HCs

General Lazari HCs

General Slender Doll Ally HCs

General Laughing Jack HCs

General Bartender 1941 HCs

Tim and Brian Personality HCs

Wholesome Brim HCs

Toby’s Relationship with Tim and Brian HCs

(Outdated) CrP Sexuality HCs + Proxy dating policies

(Updated) CrP Sexuality HCs

Zalgo’s enemies and servants

Zalgo as a teenager

Puppet Strings Slenderman meets Eyquolore Slenderman

Semi-introduction to species categories

Semi-introduction to other species lore

Small explanation of what Operator blood can do

Cuphead

Cup People Race

That’s all folks!

- Malue <3

(Art by @linhfoxmoive)

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Part 2 of this nonsense. If you want to read the summary just check out part 1.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing OK Janny has my heart in a steel grip

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, sexual content, oral (m receiving), slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU, brief talk about sexuality, very little bit of crying, masturbation

Word count: 6k

Black non-slip shoes, black pants ever so slightly too short so that bony ridges of the ankle were always on display. Tucked neatly into the slender waist was a wrinkle free black cotton button down with the sleeves expertly rolled up to the elbows. A singular gold chain around the wrist catching the light as the hand jotted down orders onto a small notepad. Nearly black hair, in tight coils twisted up at the back of the head and clasped together in a black metal clip.

That was Danny every day at work, and every day Jake caught himself watching, waiting for Danny to approach him and say something.

It had been nearly a week since the party, and a week since Jake and Danny hadn’t spoken outside of saying goodnight to each other that evening, and the very rare and little conversation they needed to have while at the restaurant together.

He could call or text him, but Jake’s mornings had been filled with helping Josh pack for his move. The days and nights filled with menu planning, supply ordering, then the crazy thrill of running the kitchen line.

By this point Jake had two fears, either of which were completely plausible and he’d spent every night laying in bed thinking about how to prepare himself for either outcome.

The first fear was that Danny regretted their heated night together, having been fueled by alcohol and lured into a snake's den. Jake could deal with that, he’d offer him an apology and pretend like he too had been way too drunk to have been thinking clearly, and just hope they could both forget it.

The second fear was that Danny had taken him seriously when Jake said it didn’t have to mean anything. That Danny could come to work everyday and look at Jake the same, unphased by their passionate night together. Jake hadn’t yet worked out how he was going to deal with that, because that meant he was the one catching feelings that he wasn’t supposed to.

Tonight was finally nearing its end, and Jake had two days off as soon as this shift was over. Well a day and a half, he’d almost forgotten that he’d agreed to come in tomorrow morning and help with inventory until the restaurant manager reminded him while double checking he was staying to witness the cash drop.

“Yeah, I’ll be here” he replied, meaning he could be counted on for both tonight and tomorrow.

Although Jake was dead beat, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to going home so soon. Tonight and tomorrow morning we’re going to be his first he’d spend alone in what used to be his shared apartment with his twin.

Josh had left for New York just before Jake came into work. The thought of him coming in with bloodshot eyes was the only thing that kept him from crying as he watched Josh load the last of his things into the back of his Jeep. Guess it was a good thing he had to come in tomorrow anyways.

“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Jake heard the manager question someone, then a familiar voice reply.

“I’m just waiting on my ride”.

The manager and Jake were the only ones left at the restaurant, so Jake had to be ‘the ride’ that they were referring to.

“Alright, well we will finish this up quickly then. You better not be on the clock”.

Jake tried to hide his nerves as he put some last minute cleaning touches on the kitchen before heading to the office.

Tonight has been slow compared to the rest of the week, so thankfully there wasn’t much cash to count. He signed his name next to the dozen other signatures of his on the log then gathered his bag.

When he returned to the kitchen so he could go out the back door and lock up behind him, Danny was leaned against the counters waiting.

“Hey” was all he said as he pushed off the counter and followed Jake out the door.

“Hey” Jake replied as nonchalantly as he could manage, suddenly thinking his voice sounded weird in the cold fresh air compared to the yelling he’d done tonight in the stuffy kitchen.

“I saw Sam take Savanna home. Don’t really want to go there while they’re, you know”.

“Yeah, sure” Jake fumbled with his key fob to get his car unlocked. “Josh’s old bed is still in his room. You can crash in there if you want”.

“In Josh's room? I’ve shared beds with a lot of Kiszkas in my day, but I can’t say that Josh was ever one of them”. Danny was trying to joke around, either he was anxious about inviting himself over without discussing it first (Jake would have said yes if Danny had just talked to him), or Jake’s second fear was true.

“He won’t mind, it’s not like he’s using it anymore” Jake reminded Danny that today was the day he officially moved out. With the party having already been a week ago, it must have slipped his mind.

Part of him wanted to twist the metaphorical knife he knew was wedged into Danny’s side right now, and ask him why he hadn’t cared enough to check in. He couldn’t do that to Danny though, surely the guy had a lot on his plate as well with school and having to put up with Sam and his antics everyday.

“Shit, so he’s really gone then?”

Jake just stared out the windshield, the flashing yellow lights outside periodically revealing his somber expression the only indication of how he was truly feeling inside.

“How are you holding up?” Danny knew the answer to that question, he just didn’t know how to console him. It was an odd feeling, like he couldn’t help, because usually he was the one playing the mediator role.

Maybe he was good at that because he was good at golfing. Patience was key when on the green, each course requiring its own calculated method of playing if you wanted to overcome it. Danny had each Kiszka pinned in their own little hole.

Josh was the easiest, all he had to do was remind him that the universe needed balance and too much negative Kiszka energy was sure to disrupt a few things and cause a rift or some bullshit like that (he just sort of made something up on the spot each time) and he’d get Josh's attention turned on explaining a philosophy or theory he had instead.

He used to think that Sam was the worst, because he was the brattiest, poutiest, most throw a tantrum if he didn’t get what he wanted of them all. Nonetheless, Danny had accumulated an arsenal of Samdy as he called it in his head. Metaphorical ‘candy’ that he used to calm Sam down.

First there was food, Sam could be a hell of a brat when he was hungry. If food didn’t work then he would move on to something else.

There was usually always one sure fire way to get Sam to calm down though, and that was to just hold him and let him vent.

Having grown up as the youngest between Josh and Jake he often felt like his opinion was overshadowed by the two, a solo voice instead of a pair. Danny picked up on that not too long after sticking around, and found that when they got into arguments Sam would sometimes pick the opposite point of view from the twins just to see if he could outdo them. It was in those cases Danny would separate Sam, sit him down, and just wrap his arms around him until he was done saying whatever piece he’d meant to get out.

The first time it happened Sam was taken aback. He and Danny had already gotten pretty close by then, close to the point where they felt like they could tell each other anything, but to be so physical even in a platonic way was a big step. From that point on though Sam glued himself to Danny and Danny didn’t mind one bit.

It had taken some time for Danny to fully come to grips with the extent of his feelings for Sam. Even when he did realize that they ran a little deeper than just best buds, having Sam the way he did was enough for him. Or so he thought.

Then there was Jake.

He was truly the most difficult one to crack. Jake didn’t get mad easily, but when he did you could be sure the wrath of all the seven seas was to be unleashed on you. Danny had yet to be the direct object of such threatening instances, but he’d been near and witnessed the aftermath of literal broken property.

Jake being sad was a whole other typhoon in itself, swirling and enveloping others in its torrent path until it eventually died down and dissipated.

With Josh gone for the time being, Danny only hoped a storm wasn’t brewing.

A sigh coming from the driver caused Danny to refocus his attention. Daring to look back over he saw Jake was still lost in thought. He had that look about him ever since the party, so Danny thought it best to give him some space. Exact opposite of what he did for Sam because what else was he supposed to do?

“I could definitely use a distraction tonight” Jake admit. The first hint that he’d wanted what happened between the two of them to happen again. “But, I’m a little too tired, might just pass out as soon as we get inside”.

“Of course, it’s been a long week” Danny agreed, trying to just go with the flow. Whatever Jake was comfortable with he was, whatever Jake wanted to do he would.

Sooner than he’d expected since he had momentarily been lost in thought they were already pulling into Jake's apartment lot. His body went stiff but he still managed to swing his long legs out of the car and follow Jake up the concrete sidewalk to his front door. He hoped once they were inside Jake would just do his thing and amble off to his room, because if he did stop for even just a brief moment Danny didn’t know what he’d do.

“I’ll grab some extra sheets and a blanket from the closet, there’s only one person who ever really uses them” Jake mentioned as he ascended the stairs. Danny should have pieced two together and realized who the ‘one other’ person that ever stayed over at this apartment was, but as he kept a few paces behind him he had an excellent view of Jake’s ass and that sort of made his mind liquify.

He wondered if Jake would come into the room and help him put the sheets on the bed, but then again that would be weird right? In Josh’s room? Not that it was really Josh's room anymore or that anything was more weird than wanting to tackle your best friend's older brother to the nearest bed.

Seemingly unphased by the panic in Danny’s eyes, Jake handed him the stack of bedding and turned towards his room. Crisis averted.

After setting the pile onto the edge of the bed, Danny re-emerged to find the door to Jake’s room still open. He peeked inside and Jake stared back at him with wide wishful eyes. “I’m going to take a shower before heading to bed if you don’t mind” Danny informed him, looking everywhere in the room but the deep red bed, the color of temptation.

Jake stood from where he had collapsed into his chair at his desk, having not been able to sit for the majority of the night had really done a number on his knees.

“Yeah, let me get you a towel” he tried to brush past the figure in his doorway, but Danny’s hand caught his shoulder.

“Are they in the closet? I can get one myself, go sit you said you were tired”.

Jake wanted to obey, but he was frozen in place, Danny’s hand still warm on his shoulder the only heat source keeping him from breaking into a thousand tiny ice cubes.

“They are” he gulped, trying not to imagine Danny undressing just across the hall. Then he realized Danny hadn’t brought anything clean to change into. “Would you get me one too, I’ll take one after you”. While Danny showered he could rummage through his things to try and find something that would fit him.

He watched as Danny walked over to the same closet he was just in, making sure there were two fresh towels in there before he’d leave him to it.

Danny was stopped in front of the closet though, shit maybe Josh had taken all the towels with him. He was very picky about the types of towels he used so Jake could easily see him doing something stupid like that.

Jake stepped out of his room into the hallway, and Danny turned to face him with a curious expression.

“Maybe, you would like to help me with these?” His hand traced the row of black acrylic buttons that held the front of his shirt together.

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wall. “No, I think you’re quite capable of doing it yourself”. What Jake really meant was fuck yes but if I come over there right now I’ll rip those buttons right out of their place.

“Hmm, that’s funny, because the way you’ve been undressing me with your eyes from across the dining room every night says otherwise” Danny looked away from Jake and down at the collar of his shirt, starting to loosen it up with the first two buttons, then pausing.

“I thought that we could save a little time by showering together? I know you’re tired, don’t want to make you wait on me”.

“How thoughtful of you” Jake gathered his wits. He'd been waiting for Danny to talk to him for a week and now here he was, alone in his apartment with him, and Danny was offering to shower together. He approached the man carefully, willing his hands not to tremble as he undid the rest of the buttons on Danny’s shirt, letting the fabric fall to the side.

“Can I touch you a little first?” Unlike the other night when Jake was able to maintain eye contact with Danny, his eyes were now fixated on the vast expanse skin so delicately stretched over lean muscle and broad bone structure. Bone? Yeah, he was trying not to get a boner right now.

He’d been so concentrated on drinking up the image, Danny’s perfectly shaded skin peppered with curly dark hair. His torso was in a black frame with his shirt still hanging from his shoulders. Jake was taking a picture with his eyes and hanging it in his mind. Then Danny chuckled, making Jake suddenly feel embarrassed he’d asked something so inane.

A hand slipped around Jake's waist, not pulling him forward, but also not pushing him away, just holding him there by the small of his back. “Go ahead”.

Jake ran his palm across Danny’s pecks, letting his fingertips feel the coarseness of his hairs compared to the smooth panes. One of his thumbs brushed against a nipple, and Danny sucked in a deep breath causing his chest to expand out towards Jake.

Encouraged by the response the simple accidental touch made, without asking for permission this time, Jake leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the perky bud.

A restrained moan slipped from Danny’s mouth, the intensity of it muffled by him pulling his lips between his teeth.

Jake imagined how good Danny must sound letting his voice free to resonate in the acoustics of the shower. He wondered how loud he’d have to make Danny cry to hear him over the sound of the water pounding the tile, and Jake pounding him.

Fuck being tired because now he was so incredibly horny and all it took was one little sassy comment from Danny to make him turn completely feral.

“Shower. Now.” Jake growled into the tiny concave of chest above his sternum, pulling away to make haste at starting to remove his own clothes right there in the hallway.

Without looking away, Danny reached back around and blindly grabbed whatever towels his hand could find, following Jake into the bathroom with a pleased look.

As soon as they were both clothing free and under the lukewarm stream, Jake’s hungry hands returned to Danny’s body, blindly slipping and caressing over every surface just like the beads of water that rolled down him.

His lips found a temporary home nestled deep within the cave of Danny’s neck, tucking open mouthed kisses underneath his jaw tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat being washed away.

The tip of his nose found his earlobe, easily recognizable by the feeling of the delicate hoop earrings brushing against the ridge. Then he tasted the metal as his teeth nipped at them.

His head was everywhere and nowhere all at once, his sense of hearing being dulled while his sense of touch was being heightened.

He’d played around with sense deprivation play before, but he’d always been the one being touched. Now he was finding that it was just as thrilling doing the touching as well, trying to match everything he felt with his hands to the framed picture in his mind as he held his eyes closed to keep the water dripping through Danny’s hair from getting in them.

“Jake” Danny groaned. He could feel the vibration of his vocal cords against his cheek now. “Jake” he was sending a warning, because Jake's hands were getting lower and lower.

His hand brushed up against the base of Danny and was happy to find that he was hard. Jake's lips pulled into a smirk, but retreated his touch by digging the tips of his fingers into his tuff of public hair and dragging them up through his happy trail leaving four soft pink scratch marks behind.

If Jake hadn’t been so close he might not have heard the whimper that broke Danny, but he did, and he went back for more. That was until Danny took possession of both his lithe wrists and backed Jake up against the wall, pinning his hands above his head.

Jake gasped at the shock of the feeling of the cold tile against his back compared to the warm water, lurching his hips forward and bumping his own unbearably hard cock against Danny’s. His breath caught at the top of his throat as his mouth was attacked with hungry kisses.

Danny only needed one hand to hold Jake's crossed wrists in place. Sure if Jake wanted to escape him he could pull away, but he didn’t, he wanted to see where this would go. Danny used his free hand to take him by the hip and pull him back towards him until they were grinding on each other again, only this time without any clothes in the way to dull the sensations.

Jake showed Danny how badly he wanted it by moaning into his mouth, letting his tongue come out to lick a vertical stripe up Danny’s lips to beckon him back when he pulled away all too soon.

“Don’t move” Danny instructed him as he slowly let him go and began a trail of kisses down his chest. Carefully, he descended onto his knees in front of him, stopping his kisses right at Jake's pelvis. “I have a favor to return to you”.

Letting his arms come back to rest at his sides, Jake looked down at this glorious saint below him knowing he’d tainted him. He wondered if Danny had worked himself up by thinking about getting him into his mouth just as much as Jake had fantasized about his size inside his again.

Reaching over, he placed one palm on Danny’s jaw and guided his face closer, knowing all he needed was just a little nudge to begin.

Starting with a few licks up his length, Danny sized him up before wrapping his lips completely around him. Jake moved his hand to Danny’s hair, collecting as much of the soaking wet strands as he could with his fidgety fingers.

“Feels good” Jake encouraged him when Danny’s eyes flickered upward.

Building confidence, he began to suck harder, adding in some flicks of his tongue against his slit when he came up.

He wanted to pull off, wipe himself clean of the excess saliva his mouth was working up while being stuffed, but from experience he knew he shouldn’t. Doing this in the shower was honestly a good idea on his part, because he wouldn’t have to worry about being messy, the water would wash all evidence of their transgression away in due time. First he had to focus, hoping he’d have the skill and willpower to get Jake just where he wanted him.

Jake was being so gentle with him, standing obediently still besides every so often running his thumb across Danny’s forehead in a futile attempt to wipe some of the water away.

Feeling some sort of way about the kind gesture, but unable to speak, he thanked him in another way. Removing his fist from his base, Danny bobbed his head as far as he could.

The feeling of another man’s length hitting the back of his throat was unnerving at first, but nothing he couldn’t get used to. So he bobbed again, going a little overboard this time when a gag raked through him in a reflective response.

He didn’t stop though, because Jake was really moaning now, his fingers pulling at his hair from their roots as he tightened his grip.

After setting a motion Danny remained hyper aware of everything that was happening from the way Jake couldn’t help but buck his hips now that he was taking him all the way, to the screaming pain in his knees from the hard floor of the shower.

“Feels s’good” Jake repeated, slurring his words now. Danny looked up at him again, trying to push away all the thoughts and just revel in this moment. As soon as he locked eyes with Jake though, he knew what was coming. Well, Jake was, soon by the looks of it.

He had his brows furrowed, his mouth hung open like he was subconsciously mimicking the way Danny stayed open wide for him. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”.

There was a moment of uncertainty. Danny knew Jake wanted to cum in his mouth, but even after all he’d already done, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet.

Without having to make the decision for himself, Jake tugged so hard on his hair he winced and pulled back. Then Jake was bent over to help him up, connecting their mouths as soon as he was upright again.

Danny cupped Jake’s face in both hands as he kissed him back with just as much energy. Jake’s grip was on Danny’s hips now, anchoring him in place as he began rolling his hips upwards.

The knot that had wound itself in the pit of Jake’s stomach tightened. All the tiredness he’d been feeling up until about 20 minutes ago came flooding back to him, but his body was still so tense. He knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he’d climaxed and he’d been so close. With one more squeeze on Danny and a haphazard thrust, his body was going limp. Hot spurts of his release mixed with the shower and ran down the drain just like his last sense of self-control had the moment he saw Danny undressed again.

The kiss never stopped even after the movement in his lower half did and Jake came down. Danny held his face steady as he came at him from every angle until he was completely blissed out.

“Can I borrow your shampoo?”

Jake's eyes snapped open. He hadn’t even realized he’d gone back to holding himself up all on his own until he saw Danny turned around, rummaging through the few bottles of product he had.

As Jake watched he had the sudden realization that the usually crowded shower recess was now empty of Josh’s abundant arrangement.

The sadness he’d been preventing himself from feeling all day started to catch up to him. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the vulnerability of the act they’d just committed, but he felt tears prickling at his eyes.

Trying to keep himself from completely unraveling to his core, he wiped the tears away and refocused his attention on the man before him.

Pressing his front along Danny’s back, he reached around and felt for him. “I do not recommend using shampoo as lube if that’s what you’re aiming at”. He tried to sound unphased, but with his recent tear fit his voice came out shaky instead.

Danny caught his hand and pulled it away, turning back around to face him. He gave Jake a tender look, clearly Jake wasn’t hiding it as well as he thought, and popped open the shampoo bottle.

After squeezing an appropriate amount into his palm he reached over and started to work circles into the crown of Jake's hair, getting the suds all the way into his scalp with his fingers.

“Danny, don’t you want to?” He looked down to see he was still halfway hard, but calming down by the second with the untimely shift in mood.

“I’m fine. You’ve had a hard day. Let’s get you washed up so you can get to bed”. He was concentrating on getting every strand of hair coated while trying to keep the runoff from getting the other’s eyes.

Danny’s ability to be so empathetic was one Jake often found himself envious of. It’s not like Jake was heartless, quite the opposite actually, he just found it hard sometimes to outwardly show his emotions. That’s why the older he got, he found he enjoyed sex so much. Where he thought he failed in communicating, he found he could make up for in physically worshiping another’s body.

Being desired by somebody was another high all on its own. He loved his brother indefinitely, but a lifetime of sharing everything had left him feeling like half a person. When he was desired, just him, it was freeing, and he’d oftentimes chase that euphoria.

“Okay, now rinse” Danny waited for Jake to get all of the shampoo out of his hair, thinking it was the longest he had seen it, especially now weighted down with the water. He reached over and rubbed the ends of it through his fingers, his knuckles brushing against Jake's chest where the length lay.

“What?” Jake questioned his silent movements with an uneasy chuckle.

“Nothing” Danny let his hair go and helped brush it over his shoulder before backing away from the stream to start lathering up his own. “Just thought Sam was the one who cared about his hair, looks like he’s not the only one”. He handed over Jake the bottle of body wash and they swapped places.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake narrowed his gaze. That was ballsy to say coming from the man he knew had a whole curl routine now.

Danny smiled back but kept silent until they’d both finished washing just as the water started to get a little too cold for comfort. Damn apartment water heater, if Jake ever got his own place he’d be sure to get a really good one since he often found himself taking extra long showers just standing under the stream trying to get the soreness to melt out of his back and shoulders from all the long shifts he’d put in.

Jake was the first to leave the bathroom, grabbing one of the towels that had been thrown onto the vanity in their hurry to get undressed earlier.

Dripping all over his room since he hadn’t stopped to properly dry off he searched through his drawers for anything that might fit Danny, throwing on a few things himself along the way.

When he found a pair of boxers and shorts that might work he peaked back out into the hallway, but the door to Josh’s room was still closed and the light in the bathroom was still on.

“Hey, you can try these on” Jake spoke as he approached so he wouldn’t startle him. Because Jake didn’t go around trying to sneak up on people like others did.

He found Danny still in just a towel wrapped around his waist, standing in front of the mirror brushing his hair out and coiling strands around his finger.

“Oh, thanks. Guess I didn’t really think that through when I invited myself over” he was laughing softly, but Jake could tell he was feeling a little guilty about it still.

“You’re welcome over anytime, it’s not even a question” he assured him. The two made eye contact in the mirror and Danny smiled before going back to what he was doing.

“That looks tedious” he watched as he worked through his mane lock by lock.

“The work we go through to be pretty” he laughed for real this time, because he felt foolish calling himself pretty.

“I can help you, with the back at least, so it doesn’t take you so long” Jake offered, stepping up behind him and picking up a wet strand. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it didn’t look too hard.

“Sure, Sam usually helps me actually”.

Jake’s hands froze hearing Sam, the Sam he was so used to being idiotic and self-serving, was so kindly and helpful with Danny in the comfort of their own home together sent a pang of doubt through him.

“You just hold the strand and push upwards gently to see which direction the natural curl goes, like this” Danny picked up another lock of his hair from the side he was working on and showed Jake what to do. “When you know which direction it wants to go, you twist it around your finger that way, not too tight, so you can slide your finger back out and let it fall. Then voila”. Danny was going slower than he was capable of, watching Jake's eyes on his hands through the mirror to make sure he was keeping up.

Jake gave it a go, selectively repeating his words as he went “not too tight, slide the finger out, okay sounds like something I can do”.

“Jaaaake” Danny whined, if he was just going to fuck around with him then he could do it himself.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jake smirked, picking up the next lock and going through the motions again. This piece fell the opposite way as the last, so he struggled slightly with getting it to wrap around his finger that way, but he managed. He slipped his finger out and let it fall next to the other one, then took a step back to examine them. They weren’t as perfect as Danny’s side, but hopefully that was alright.

They both worked on their respective places in Danny’s hair, Danny moving over to the other side since he’d been nearly done with the first when Jake interrupted him.

Jake again found himself lost in his thoughts. Even if Danny was a little bit weary about inviting himself, he felt comfortable enough to decide to come home with Jake instead of back to his apartment. Not to mention the daringness of his advances that had led to Jake reaping all the benefits of Danny’s presence. Fuck it was also really nice to smell Jake’s shampoo in Danny’s hair. “You are pretty” he let slip.

Danny’s eyes met his in the mirror again, but flickered away quickly when he saw a bashful blush appear on his cheeks. Feeling exposed all of a sudden, he decided he might as well confess while they were being honest with each other. “You know I’ve never done that before... Given another guy head before I mean”.

Jake hummed, letting his fingers brush across the top of Danny’s shoulders as he moved the strands he’d already done to get to the ones that were already starting to curl on their own in the back. “I figured, but that’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m sure there’s a lot of guys out there who have never done that before”.

“But you have? Since before the other night?”

Jake didn’t feel awkward talking about sex, he was confident in his abilities in the bedroom, and there were still plenty of things he wanted to try with the right person. “Yeah, not the first and probably not the last time”. He shrugged and stepped away showing that he was done.

“How many guys have you been with?” Danny questioned further, turning around to face Jake and lean on the counter.

“Not many, just a couple, but enough to learn what I like”.

Danny looked like he was lost in thought, having some sort of internal debate with himself no doubt over his sexuality. Jake could have offered some more words of advice, it would have been the older brotherly thing to do, but again he was tired tonight and this really seemed like something he was going to eventually have to figure out on his own.

He clasped his hand onto Danny's shoulder and gave it a tug. “Come on, let’s go to bed”.

Danny collected the few clothes Jake brought him and they parted ways in the hallway, Jake going back into his room, and Danny into what was now the spare bedroom in solely Jake's apartment.

He couldn’t imagine living comfortably alone, having gone from living with his parents straight into moving and living with Sam. Living with Sam was better than he’d imagined, up until Savanna. Of course Sam had brought girls home before, so had Danny in times of need, but something about Savanna rubbed Danny wrong. The way Sam doted on her like she walked on water. It was the way Danny wanted to treat Sam if only he’d ever give him the chance.

He pulled on the boxers and shorts. They were a little small, but would do the job for the night, and made up the bed.

It was late, he could feel it in the way his entire body gave out the moment he laid down and pulled the blanket up, tucking it under his chin.

A familiar scent caught his attention just before he could drift off to sleep. A scent that felt so common and comforting, but he was keeping himself up going crazy trying to figure out where he had smelled it so often.

Lifting the blanket to his nose he inhaled deeply, and then it hit him. Only one other person ever uses this, Sam.

Sam was the only other person who ever stayed over at this apartment, and he had used this blanket rather recently too. He inhaled again, feeling the shorts he borrowed getting even tighter.

Keeping the blanket pulled up over half of his face, he slipped his hand down his chest and into the elastic of the shorts, giving himself an exploratory tug over the boxers.

When a wave of arousal hit him, he tugged the two layers of clothing down and started working himself over bare. It was fast, carnal, the way he gripped and stroked, his skin still warm from the heat of the shower.

Finding himself nearing his climax so soon, he stopped for a second to think about what he was doing. What was the most inconspicuous way to do this? He didn’t want to return Jake's clothes or sheets back to him soiled. He could sneak back off into the bathroom, but he wanted it now, wrapped up in this blanket. Wrapped up in Sam.

The towel was his next thought, he could use that to clean himself up and just throw it away in the morning. He could buy Jake a new towel, that was going to have to work.

He got out of the bed just long enough to retrieve the towel, laying it over his lower half as he covered himself back up and began again.

A few more minutes in and his body was writhing under the blanket, hips bucking up into his tightened fist until he was cumming.

Danny cleaned himself up and fixed the shorts back where they belonged.

Laying there in the dark afterwards he felt aware of himself. Aware of his feelings, and it was getting increasingly harder to keep them at bay.

@psychedelicsprinkles

[sylphidine]

WIP Whursday

@monsterbrush snagged me and tagged me. The mission? To find some snippet languishing in my billions and billions of unfinished WIPs and to drag it out into the light.

This has been sitting unfinished for more than half a decade. It's a future!fic Nightmare Dork University tale in my Footlights and Frontispieces AU.

This story is called "What Happens At Con Stays At Con".

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“Dad, it says right on the website that everyone is welcome.  Uncle Piki is coming along, even though Uncle Jack and I will be on a different programming track than he is…”

“Baby girl, that’s the point.  You and Jack and Piki will have stuff to do.  Pitch and I are happy to be your cheering squad, and I’m sure he can use it as an excuse to hole up and write, but it doesn’t sound like I’m personally gonna find anything that will interest me for a whole weekend with geeks.”

Father and daughter usually looked forward to facetiming by weblink once a week.  It meant that, no matter where in the world his entomologist progeny could be found at a given time, Coz could reassure himself that Seraphina was fine. Said progeny had definitely been in some WEIRD places over the years, chasing butterflies and moths and crawly things with way too many legs, doing research for both her career as a scientist and her sideline of illustrating the ARTHROPOD ABBEY books that she and Coz's brother-in-law-by-marriage, Jack Sickle, had turned into a bestselling children’s book series.

But the weblink also meant that Coz didn’t have to leave his comfortable home for too many reasons other than working at the garage or teaching his night course in military history.  Of course, when there was an opportunity for him to travel with Pitch to Los Angeles when Pitch had to personally yell at the producers who were destroying his screenplays, Coz was ready, willing and able to jump onto a cross-country flight with him. It was only right, after all, to back up his husband and provide emotional support in the cushiest hotel rooms with ample room service that somebody else was paying for.

However, those LA trips were usually not more than once or twice a year. The one time he had visited his daughter while she was on expedition in El Yunque National Forest had been enough for him.  The treehouse that Sera had lined up for his stay there had been novel for the first two nights, but just too far-out to repeat the experience.  Coz was much happier when he could sleep in his own bed alongside Pitch, in the Bronx rowhouse that had once belonged to his grandparents.  

So this current conversation, where Seraphina was asking him and Pitch to come to some weird conference in New England covering all sorts of pop culture, was making him nervous. 

On the screen, Seraphina pressed her knuckles into the bridge of her nose in frustration, and then inspiration seemed to strike.  She resurrected the winsome tone that had let her get away with mayhem until the age of nine.  “But Daaaaaaaad… there will be booze… and swords.”

There was a snorting noise coming from the direction of Coz’s left shoulder.  Pitch had walked into the room unannounced. “Both incredible incentives, I’m sure.”

Sera’s other parent put one slender hand on his husband’s brawny arm. He leaned in towards the screen and said, “You needn’t try so hard to convince us, Seraphina.  As it turns out, I’ve already accepted my invitation to speak on three panels and to host a kafeeklatsch, which meets the terms of my honorarium.  I’m sure your father will be more than happy to make the trip with me.” Pitch unloosed the full sharkiness of his smile. “Won’t you, dear.”

Coz resigned himself to his fate as Seraphina pumped her fist in the air at the other end of the weblink.

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I'm gonna tag @gretchensinister and @tejoxys

[odetothestars]

Once again a very incoherent, not spell checked, all over the place ramble that might not make any sense (lmk if I need to clarify something)

But I think this one is kinda important? At least, it is to me. Before you decide how you feel about this, do me a favour and at least try to actually read/digest it first!

Something I think desperately needs to happen within multiple fandoms is working through your internalized misogyny…because people on this app are a little too comfortable stereotyping, belittling, sexualizing, devaluing, and just generally disrespecting women or fem presenting people. It’s usually pretty subtle, but the micro aggressions are definitely there.

I see fics where the only time female characters are mentioned is if they pipe in to say something snarky or when male characters are talking about their appearance/desire to sleep with them.

The example of misogyny that I see the most often is in mlm ship writing where one of the characters tagged as fem!x and that character is very often portrayed/described as:

- “Emotional, dramatic, whiny, clingy, soft, delicate, fragile”

- They’re dependent, usually being provided for by someone else

- They’re the subordinate/“beta” in a relationship

- They’re “helpless” and need protecting

- They’re interested shallow things (appearance, money, class, etc.)

- They have an “attitude”

- Their hobbies consist of baking, shopping, decorating

- They’re looked at like a trophy, something pretty to win and own

- There’s a strong emphasis of their appearance (slender, rosy cheeks, sharp features) and sexuality especially

I’m sure many of you have read at least one fic tagged as fem!*insert male chatacter name here* and this is the character description you were shown, no?

Before you yell at me, there is nothing inherently wrong about that characterization! It’s completely fine to live your life that way, it’s okay to be into superficial things, it’s okay to want to be protected, it’s okay to have someone provide for you, etc. Slay however you want!

My problem is that this characterization is NOT A TRUE REFLECTION OF WHAT FEMININITY IS. The issue isn’t in these traits themselves, I have some of those traits myself, the problem is using these traits to prove that a character is more feminine. It’s so stereotypical, surface level, and old-fashioned, and reduces the beauty of being feminine to a caricature. Whether you like it or not, whether you mean it or not, this is misogyny. Feminine people/characters can be strong, brave, intelligent, hardworking, independent. Being feminine is something that I’m very proud of, and I hate seeing it be reduced to something it isn’t. This is deeper than just not personally liking the way a character is written. This is misogyny.

Not to mention the super masc x super fem characterization is super heteronormative and also a stereotype in itself but I digress.

I’m not telling anyone they need to drop these kinds of characterizations, I’m just saying you should probably take a good minute to reflect on your motives and how you really feel think about femininity deep down. Is it something you truly views as inferior? Why? Do you want to change that? What are some ways can you?

Don’t even get me started on the literal abuse of fem characters in fics and novels. Yes, there are pieces of fiction where masc characters are victims, which is horrifying, I just see it the most often against fem characters. It’s absolutely disgusting that people are romanticizing and glorifying abuse of anyone, but that’s a topic for another time.

I typically subscribe to “don’t like don’t read” unless we’re talking about stuff the is genuinely offensive or harmful to an entire group of people. If I see an au, ship, plot, or general writing style I don’t particularly like, I will simply swipe passed and move on with my day (you should to). But when fics are written with any kind of internal bias (misogyny, homophobia *including heteronormativity*, transphobia, racism, etc.) behind them or have elements of glorified abuse, there is a genuine issue and I’m not just gonna scroll and pretend that it isn’t super fucked up, because it is. It’s fucked up! Touch grass and breath fresh air PLEASE.

Sure, I can’t stop anyone from writing or reading what they want, they’re free to do so, but that means they are also free to deal with criticisms of it.

If this upset anyone, I genuinely am very sorry, it wasn’t be intention to offend you. Unpacking things like internalized bias can be really difficult, but I think it’s important to have conversations like this so we can learn and grow from each other. Feel free to share you thoughts, try to be respectful if you can:)

*Tags are not a direct call out to any ship or fandom. I have seen this in multiple different fandoms with multiple different ships. This is just a primarily HP blog, hence why tags are HP*

[ask-offy]

Ask me things!

Heya people! my name is Offender, but you can call me Fen or Offy or some other name, i don’t care much.

i get bored when working for my brother so i figured i’d set this thing up to keep me entertained.

so some things about me, i’m the youngest of 7 siblings and adopted into the family. i was also human before now, but Ryu kinda died and Splendor felt bad so had Slendy bring me back. now i’m here!

ages are hard, i’ve been alive a real long time. but Ryu was 19 when he died and Slendy said i’m never gonna get older so i guess i’m 19?

you can ask me about my job as a proxy or my life in general, you can also ask about my siblings if you wanna

🌹🌹🌹

ooc!! hi, i’m Francis

before anything else,

!Fen is HEAVILY rewritten here. he’s not a rapist, he was falsely accused of raping his friend when he was in the SCP foundation.

with that said, feel free to ask or roleplay here! if you have any ooc questions or want to know something before you send an ask, you can contact me on my main @deadandwalking

now, some points about Fen:

he is an intärrat, a species i made up. this means he has lived many past lives and will continue to. he can never completely die

Fen is dead. contradicting i know. he died fighting the Scarlet King and lived a couple more lives before Scarlet got his hands on Angel (Slender’s son) who happened to be a future life of Fen’s and separated all the souls

Fen is EXTREMELY mentally unwell. he hallucinates, has delusions, depression, anxiety and is extremely obsessive and possessive over Slender, though he tries to be cool about it

he is a trans man and pansexual but not actually interested in a relationship. he is only focused on doing things to earn Slender’s respect and approval.

his friends consist of: Kagekao, Sadie, EJ, Nina, Hobo heart, Ticci Toby and Ben (creepypasta), Tim and Brian (marble hornets), Kate (slender: the arrival) and Clara (oc)

he has 8 dogs and would definitely get more if he could (he might)

guns, roses and blood is his whole aesthetic

more to come maybe!

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In this au, many of the siblings use different names, and they all have a nickname that the whole family calls them. the full list in age order is:

Splendor - did not change. Gets called Jingles/Splendy

Slender - did not change. Gets called Slim or Dick/Slendy

not putting her deadname - Melody. Gets called Tapeworm/Mel

Trender - T. Gets called The First One/TT

Tender - Kell. Gets called The Second One or Frankenstein/Kelly or Kiki

Surrender - Stevie. Gets called Baby Blue or Pot;Pothead/Stee or Stew

Offender - Fen. Gets called Little man or Agent of Chaos/Fen or Offy

ask the rest of the siblings! @slendersiblings-asks

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!! some rules:

NSFW questions are allowed, but if i’m uncomfy i won’t answer them (also don’t be hurt if Fen turns you down. he’s just not looking for anything)

do not come in here hating and calling him a rapist. i have already said, he’s heavily rewritten. like he’s borderline an oc. you’ll just get blocked.

Fen is sometimes an ass, i will always tag to let you know i’m not mad! please don’t fight me over characterisation

if i am not enjoying a roleplay i’ll probably just stop. don’t spam me.

be kind to eachother!

other info

Official Characters list!

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Doll, @kadoll. owned by @spidrsharks

Rei, No Blog. owned by @ghostydrawsstuff

Angel, @angels-game. owned by @deadandwalking (me!)

[beacansidhe]

An AU where homesteader and bird enthusiast Diluc finally indulges in his lifelong dream of raising peafowl, starting with a beautiful peacock he drove halfway across Teyvat to pick up. He dotes upon the gorgeous bird for three days, until he goes to check up on a suspicious sound on the third night and discovers not his new, beloved pet, but a slender, naked, breathtakingly beautiful man lounging in his enclosure instead.

“Oh, hello.” The man, who had been stretched out across the bench in the enclosure, displaying every curve and angle of his sculpted body like an artist’s muse, sits up and stretches. “I didn’t expect to see you here so late. I don’t suppose you have something more substantial to eat, do you? I don’t like this kind of thing.” He gestures to the birdfeed in the dish across the enclosure, hardly pecked at. “Also, it’s very cold in Mondstadt. I’m used to much warmer temperatures. Your attempt at heating the enclosure is a good start, but look at my skin. I’m freezing!”

Diluc’s breath comes out in a gust. “Clothes?”

“Hm? Oh, well, I suppose.”

“You need to put on clothes.”

“I’m afraid those would be within your purview, dear owner.”

“You need to put on clothes and get the fuck off my property before I call the Knights.”

The man looks stunned. His surprise morphs into fear as Diluc stalks into the enclosure, fists balled at his side, rage eclipsing his red, red eyes.  

“Where is my bird? What the fuck did you do to him, you creep?”

“I feel there has been some sort of misunderstanding here—”

“I haven’t misunderstood a damn thing. Get out before I make you get out, and tell me where you put the bird. I am more than capable of making your life hell.”

The strange, beautiful man backs himself into a wall as Diluc approaches with speed, and shoves out his hand, signaling him to stop.

“Wait!” He pushes back his stunning blue hair, iridescent in the bright lamplight much like a peacock’s plumage, and gestures to his right eye—which is scarred conspicuously just like his beloved bird’s.  

Diluc stops in his tracks, all the ire he had been carrying in his body draining out of him instantly.

“Yes, do you see? I am the bird.”

When Diluc makes no further attempts to charge at him, the man relaxes somewhat, next gesturing to his right ankle, which is red and indented in the same general shape as the broken leg tag he picks up out of the bedding. Diluc had put that tag on him this morning.

“Name,” he says curtly.

“Pardon?”

“What is the name of my peacock?”

The man sighs dramatically, as if displeased. “Dawn.”

He should continue interrogating this man making such an outrageous claim, but he is distracted by a much more pressing thought. “Is there something wrong with the name?”

The man—Dawn?—shrugged, looking blasé. “I think it’s a good name in theory, but for a peacock? I think you could have done a bit better, don’t you?”

“What’s wrong with ‘Dawn’?” Diluc sounds petulant even to his own ears.

“Have you ever seen a sunrise with these colours?” ‘Dawn’ gestures to his body—still distractingly nude—and picks up a loose feather from the ground, twirling it between his fingers. “I certainly haven’t.”

“Well, if it’s such a bad name, what would you have chosen?”

“Kaeya,” the man says, without even thinking about it, and graces Diluc with a charming smile so arresting it makes his heart skip a beat. “At least, that’s what my parents named me.”

Diluc trudges over to the bench, utterly dazed, and collapses onto the seat with his head in his hands, trying to process this absurd turn of events.

“You’ve heard of werewolves, I’m sure?”

Diluc covers his mouth, staring into the middle distance. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Well, wolves are not the only animal capable of changing form as the moon wills it. I come from a long, proud lineage of peafowl who take a human form once the sun falls. Or perhaps it was the other way around. It’s a curse, you see, from many moons ago…”

Diluc lets Dawn—Kaeya—prattle on, tuning him out as he considers the situation. How could he even consider believing this? He considers himself quite the rational person, but perhaps it’s that very rationality making him accept this as fact. The evidence—the scar, the leg, a name that no one but himself and his bird could know—is compelling, and why would someone trespass on his property, steal his bird, then hunker down, nude, in its enclosure? Surely no one was that mad.

“…But I got a little bit rambunctious, you see, and found myself caught up with that strange little rancher you purchased me from. I suppose it could have been worse, though. You drove from so far away, just for me! I was flattered.”

Diluc takes another glance at this man and looks away when he sees him sitting very improperly in the corner, knees up and legs spread. He’s never seen—he’s never been in this close proximity with a naked man before. A man whom he is very attracted to. His thoughts wander, his eyes unfocused.

“Were you planning on breeding me, by the way?”

Diluc nearly faints, and his freckled cheeks flare crimson. “Pardon me?!”

Kaeya stares at him like he knows something about Diluc that Diluc does not know.

“Were you planning on purchasing hens for me to breed with? Because I have to say, that might be a bit difficult for me. Not quite to my tastes, you see.”

Diluc opens his mouth, searches for words, finds none. Closes it again.

“Though, if your heart is set upon breeding me…” Kaeya rises to his feet, and prowls over to Diluc, more akin to a limber cat than a bird. He slides next to him on the bench, and Diluc lets him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, where he places his soft, human lips at the shell of his ear, and whispers in the husk of a vixen, “There is another option you could choose that I think might suit us both perfectly.”

And that is how Diluc acquired a housemate, a muse, a lover—and still does not own any peafowl.