#the lonely id pack

[hellish-npts]

The Lonely [TMA] ID Pack

Pt: The Lonely [TMA] ID Pack /end pt

Names: Acheron, Achlys, Bayou, Blackwood, Cloud, Conrad, Evan, Frieden, Haze, Hesychios, Hush, Lan, Lethe, Lukas, Mar, Marsh, Martin, Mist, Mordechai, Murk, Nebula, Peter, Petrichor, Rain, Shizuka, Silence, Silent, Smog, Sumu, Tacita, Tacitus, Vân, Xia

Pronouns: alone/alones, bayou/bayous, cloud/clouds, faceless/faceless', fog/fogs, inhuman/inhumans, lone/lonely, lonely/lonelys, marsh/marshs, mist/mists, moor/moors, murmur/murmurs, quiet/quiets, rain/rains, ship/ships, silence/silence, swamp/swamps, travel/travels, water/logged, waterlogged/waterloggeds, ☔/☔s, ❓/❓s, ��/❔s, 🌧️/🌧️s, 💧/💧s, 💭/💭s

Titles: avatar of the Lonely, prn who follows a faceless crowd, prn who is [ eternally ] quiet, prn who is almost human, prn who is alone in a crowd, prn who is blessed / cursed by the Lonely, prn who is Isolated, prn who lives in Martin's Domain / the Ocean / the Suburbs, prn who suffers deeply / quietly / privately, prn who travels, the forsaken, the one alone, the thing surrounded by fog

Genders: Sillylonely, Lonerlexic, Flagmalonely, Coinlonely, Requelonely, TMA0182509-B (SweetArts) Gender, AshSweetLonelygender, Existicrowd, Tmalonelyhunter, Curshipic, Lonelybitch, Lonelyfreak, Lonelyweirdo, Lonelyloser, Fogbodiment, Losian, Alofearic, Lectence, Kadaion, Frigidark, Alecida, Suburfogic, Fogthing, Lonething, Genderwanderer, Loneoceanic

Other ids: Lonely Xenintation, Silence Xenintation, Silence System Theme, Dissoloneava, Silence Emsoul, Avatar of the Lonely Occuden, Lonelyipsese, Avatar of the Lonely, Lonely4Lonely, Lonexper, The Lonely Eiment, Silenceallion, Isolaplex, Satellasolus, TheLonelyvesil, TheLonelyperspesque, TheLonelyvior, TheLonelytant, TheLonelyhearthic, TheLonelyallion, TheLonelydernic, Entilontum

Song recommendations: Boulevard of Broken Dreams, The Sound of Silence

Words in bold are Names, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, Other ids, and Song recommendations respectively

Tagging @radiomogai and @id-pack-archive

[acronym-chaos]

The Lonely (TMA) ID Pack

[PT: The Lonely (TMA) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aelric, Aislin, Alaric, Aletheia, Allard, Anwen, Aven, Basira, Bryn, Calis, Deema, Desmina, Elva, Faelan, Farren, Greye, Halwyn, Inara, Ithiel, Ivor, Kaelith, Lenore, Lioren, Lorcan, Maelis, Mairead, Malven, Morrow, Naida, Nasrin, Neirin, Niall, Orenth, Orlaith, Saelis, Selwyn, Solan, Soren, Taerith, Thane, Theora, Thrynn, Tierney, Ulric, Una, Vaelis, Varris, Vyn, Whelan, Wynne, Wysten, Yara

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Alo / One / Alon [Alone], Bla / Blank / Blanks, Drift / Drift / Drifts, Em / Empt / Empty, Fo / Fog / Fogs, Hu / Hush / Hushes, Iso / Isol / Isols [Isolate], Lo / Lone / Lones, Lo / Lor / Lone, Lo / Lost / Losts, Mi / Mis / Mist, Nu / Numb / Numbs, Pale / Pales / Pales, Qui / Quiet / Quiets, Sha / Shad / Ado, Sol / Soli / Solis [Solitude], Still / Stills / Stills, Vo / Voi / Void, Wi / Wis / Wisp

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Fragment of Forsaken Time, A Whisper Lost in the Void, A Wisp of Hidden Dread, The Fog That Swallows All, The One Alone in the Horizon, The One Shrouded in the Lamenting Mist, The Pale Silence, The Solitary Wanderer, [Pronoun] Known Only by Shadows, [Pronoun] Who Fades into Quiet, [Pronouns] Path That No One Walks, [Pronouns] Presence That Drifts Away

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[skunkes]

my issue is that 2 weeks ago I was flip flopping on what decision to make while being very convinced that I wanted to try to leave and that doing so would make me happy and no matter how difficult it was it would be worth it. Just like how i wanted my surgery but was still wracked with guilt leading up to it. Now im stressed and obsessively thinking about it while being convinced that leaving would not make me happy at all and would not be worth it. which is a lot harder...

[lottieratworld]

how the hell do u meet ppl irl. how do ppl do that shit

[neon-danger]

official Starcrossed house now available on the sims 4 gallery

[hysprince]

ৎ୭ ﹔ Sunday iD Pack 。。。self-indulgent No KiN ／ iD ／ me tags

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ unless moots

⠀「⠀ Names ﹔ Sunday* 。Soleil* 。Sören* 。Diviny 。Dawn 。Helios 。Cyrus* 。Avery 。Evangeline 。Angélique* 。Engla 。Angeil 。Zaniel 。

⠀「⠀ Pronouns ﹔ Hwe／Hwim 。Wi／Wing 。Angel／Angels 。Di／Divine 。Sad／Sadden 。Lone／Lonely 。Cage／Caged 。Arch／Archangel 。Fall／Fallen 。Lo／Lost 。Hide／Hidden 。Hao／Halo 。Sor／Sorrow 。🪽／🪽 's 。🕊／🕊 's 。⛪️／⛪️ 's 。🎹／🎹 's 。

⠀「⠀ Titles ﹔ The Brother in Hiding 。The Winged One 。The One in It 's Own Caged 。He Who Cannot Forgive Nor Forget It 's Past 。The One Who Seeks For Comfort Within Itself 。Thy Who Changed 。He Who Cherishes It 's Sea Angels 。The Brother In Charge 。He Who Was Once The Leader Of The Oak Family 。It Who Plays The Sadden Piano 。He Who 's Now Gone 。

{ * } — We also use this name

[4pfsukuna]

Match my freak

Who knew arrogant playful and king of unserious antics was a cam boy? But can you match his freak?

Warning: Gojo is the warning. fingering, oral, back shots.

inspired by this, also this and especially this from twitter

part 2 here

“My glorious blue eyed king” you sweet talk into the phone a shrill tone in your voice. Adrenaline had still been pumping through your veins from the loud music of the club— it was supposed to be girls night with your friends. Until someone decided to climb on the speakers, fall and send blood across the floor.

“Flattery gets you everywhere with me” your bestfriend and ⅓ of your friend group rasp into the phone and he sounds slightly out of breath. “So you must want something” he deadpans and you release a dranatic gasp.

“How dare you?” You scoff the banter between you two stirred up so easily. The flash of police lights in the distance lets you know the club wont be opening back up tonight and why take the train an hour back home when he owns a penthouse in the city about 15 minutes away.

“Maybe i just wanted to check on you” you huff adjusting your lip gloss the wind blowing strands of your jet black middle part 30” bundles into it. 

“Mhmm. '' and he doesn't even try to make it sound believable and you shift on your feet the strap of your heels hurting but you refuse to take them off and raw dog the ground barefooted.

“You know— because I'm a good friend.” you add twirling the front layers of your hair around your finger.

“Sure princess” hes rolling his eyes playfully and you hear him shuffling through the phone.

“And i just couldnt imagine you being so lonely in that huge penthouse by yourself” you finally giggle into the phone hearing him chuckle.

“Uber black?” He ask the phone now on speaker and you can hear him typing into the phone.

“This is why youre my glorious blue eyed king” you tease before hanging up knowing your friends were about to start gushing again for the millionth time about how you two should just start dating since you flirted so much. But they just didn't understand your relationship it was similar to how you and Suguru were as well.

The car ride is smooth and he sends nothing but the best, when you arrive the driver opens the door, bids you a good night and only pulls off once he's sure you've made it indoors. Not wasting much time in the lobby you use the keyfob to let yourself up letting Satoru know you were close so he could have the door open.

“You look like a prostitute” he teases the minute he opens the door for you, taking in your outfit— a black mini skirt that exposed almost half of your butt cheeks and the crop top pushed your titties out so much they faced your chin and the heels… it was a suprise you didnt hurt yourself.

that playful demeanor that never dwindles when hes around you but you still punch him hard in his shoulder. 

“Ow! Id pay for you though” and this time he knows the hit is coming so he dodges creating enough distance between you two.

“Please, youre the one who answered the door shirtless bird chest out” you joke back letting your purse strap fall off your shoulder heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

“Just cause you gawk at my 8 pack and muscles doesnt make it a bird chest” he flexes running a hand through his snow white hair sending you a wink.

Before you could answer his phone rings and the black koi fish display picture lets you know it's suguru the 2nd of your friend trio.

“Yeah i gotta take this, you know where my clothes are” he tells you, nodding you setting your purse on the table and plugging your phone up to his charger. You weren’t a stranger to having sleepovers,  stealing his clothes and his whole bed. He actually enjoyed your platonic yet teasing relationship.

heading into his room everything is neatly in place except for his bed sheets and there's a light blue glow coming from his computer screen.

Ready to ignore it until you see your nick name for him on the screen “blue eyed king” and your eyes are instantly locked in on the saved livestream of him holding his dick in his hand. Being the nosy nancy you are you begin scrolling down seeing clips of him with a cock ring on, a vibrator on his tip and even one on some throne. Each video had a large amount of money next to it and some of the video's viewers count almost close to reaching the millions.

Each of them you notice he’s wearing his blind fold maybe to hide his identity, maybe its a kink people have you aren’t able to dwell more on it because his voice breaks your thoughts.

“—top shelf and you cant reach the—“ he stops in his tracks the arrogant smirk on his face falling once he notices what your eyes are on. He freezes completely once he realizes his fuck up hes honestly not even sure how much youve seen and hes ready to begin apologizing but his lips wont move.

You on the other hand have never seen thee Gojo Satoru freeze let alone have a deer in the headlights expression and you want to milk it but you can imagine the thoughts swirling in his head and the way his ears are burning red youd just have to committ it to memory and get him another day.

“Is this why youre so rich?” You ask glancing back at the screen and this time your eye catches the “audio only” tab and questions begin floating in your mind faster than you have time to form a sentence. But he knows you and knows whats coming he doesnt want to talk about it and hear you call him weird or disgusting so he rushes forward trying to play it off.

“Well arent you a peeping tom” his smirk returns as he goes to one of his closets grabbing an old jujutsu high tshirt for you trying to divert your attention but you dont take the bait.

“A peeping tom is someone who watches i was just a nosy nancy” you speak matter of factly before realizing what you said when his smirk broadens as he stands infront of you holding out the shirt and ready to close the screen. He doesnt expect for your hand to reach out and stop him.

“All of the dates are from friday nights, you go live then?” You ask and he tries to shake your hand off when did you get so strong?

“When you and suguru are typically to busy to interrupt” he finally gritts out still trying to keep a cool demeanor. Since this is the last thing he wants to talk about, hes ready to use his other hand but you grab that too the shirt falling on the floor between the two of you.

“Is me being here interrupting?” You ask curiously and his eyes meet your wide eyed curious expression and he hates when you give him that look or got serious with him. He loved the playful banter seriousness was for suguru not you.

“Of course not my first priority is making sure youre okay and safe” he tells you scratching the back of his head, you wish you could record this moment and save it cause gojo acting awkward when you were sure his only personality trait was an arrogant flirtatious know it all.

“So prove it, go live then while i'm here” you taunt and you couldn't blame the alcohol you only had 3 shots and you were sure they've worn off by now this was pure curiosity and a slight bit of arousal. But to Gojo it was a challenge he saw right through you.

“Fine” he shruggs looking at the time making sure it wasnt to late though hes sure hes built his fanbase up enough to the point of them waiting all weekend for him.

“And i want to watch” you tell him taking a seat on the desk looking around his room for a brief moment but his quietness grabs your attention so when your eyes settle back on him and he has his usual arrogant smirk you know hes about to say something stupid.

“Sweetheart if you wanted to see if my cock was really that big in person that was all you had to say” he teases crossing his arms not expecting you to match his stance.

“I do so chop chop glow stick boy and dont be shy. And stop calling it that its a dick” you tease at the cultural difference in the word.

Satoru positions you out of the frame, dims the over head lights adjust his blindfold and starts the live stream an alert going off to his subscribers that hes online.

A particular ding sound catches your attention and you look over seeing people are sending him money with notes.

$5 take it off.

$8 lose the sweats

$9 jerk off through the sweats.

$3 tease us.

$20 to grab it through the sweats.

$15 to show off your happy trail

$40 to say hi princess

$10 to say hi princess

And he chuckles licking his lips. No way he just made $100 and hasn’t even said a word, pretty privilege is real.

“Hi princess” and your mouth waters slightly it was the exact same tone he used with you and although he had a blind fold on you knew he was looking directly at you.

Its not long before his pants are around his ankles and his boners peaking through the cotton gray boxers, a wet stain from the precum as grips himself through his boxer's voice getting heavier with lust.

Its when he hooks his thumb in and lowers it exposing his sculpted  vline even further, then his happy trail that leads to his neatly trimmed white bush and finally his long length with a slight curve and pink oozing tip.

For the first time that night your legs rub together and it doesn’t go unnoticed by satoru. He instead decides to make a show taking longer pumps off his length putting emphasis on his curve and smearing the precum letting out little exaggerated groans.

There's a constant stream of dings before he chuckles heavily and this time you cross your legs a weird stir you’ve never felt before heats up your core listening to how deep his voice is.

“Yeah i am more vocal tonight with— mnnnffff- my groans. I have an audience” he tells his viewers and a few more dings come through.

$10 thats so hot

$50 fuckkkkk imagine being in the room with him.

$51 id pay to be in that room.

$30 why am i hard (im a girl)

“She’s actually the reason I’m streaming tonight so say thank you to her” he admits and the dings start shooting faster

$5 thank you

$37 there is a goddess

$60 thank youuuu

$90 thank you to the blue eyes’ princess

“Look at how much you made” he tells you a silent promise he'd give those tips to you before chuckling at the princess comment. “Shes such a good girl”

And that comment has you rubbing your legs together once more. When did it get so hot in here?

“You ok, princess?” He ask licking his bottom lip slowing down his pace his eyes focused on the thickness of your brown thighs squeezing together. You nod but thats not enough for him. “Come on use your words for me” he stays in character forcing you to speak.

“Yes Toru, i-im okay” your voice is soft and sultry and he definitely has never heard it that low it does something to him and he has to change his focus before this whole thing is over to fast.

 A few more dings ping through at the sound of your voice

$19 she sounds hot

$23 fuck there is another person there

$45 ugh i just know hell talk you thru it

$30 the stutter was so perfect

$50 her voice is so sext

$2 sexy*

$35 she sounds so innocent

“Innocent? She’s anything but! she actually has a cute little but plug in right now” he scoffs before letting spit drop from his lips onto his dick and your fingers grip the seat he takes notice smirking at you now. Your jaw drops and you honestly aren’t sure if its from his action or words.

“Feeling tense over there? You are the one who wanted to watch” he smirks before biting his bottom lip only to stiffle a mosn.

“It looks cute with my skirt!” You snap back wanting to defend yourself but that just sends the dings back in action with pleas to show them the plug.

“No” he immediately tells them not thinking it Would go that far and honestly wanting to respect your boundaries, this wasn’t something the two of you talked about and he wasn’t going to put you on the spot.

But you stand stepping into the view of the camera bending over slightly to show a glimpse of the plug. It's silent between the two of you. The only sound is the dings and comments. The light reflects of the body shimmer on your brown skin perfectly.

He doesn’t realize he’s frozen after you sit down for a moment in complete shock you quite literally showed your ass. A thick bead of precum rest at his tip and he had to take a deep breath to not cum right there.

“She's such a cock tease isn't she” and that spurs you on. You're quick to stand again though before you can get fully in frame Satoru stands black scarf in hand as he ties it around the lower half of your mouth protecting your identity.

The minute he finishes youre bent over, slight arch showing the ring and Gojo decides fuck the comments at this point and the new viewers and subscribers. Sitting on the bed next to you he arches you forward even more now giving a slight view of the wet spot on your cherry red panties.

But your pussy lips are so fat they suck in the fabric giving more of a view though it blocks the ring. Slowly reaching out to grab the string of your thong he notices you don’t even flinch at his fingers brushing your core. He hooks a second finger in sliding down to your lips, knuckles brushing against your clit making you whine slightly.

The sound pulls him from his heaven and his face is instantly lined up with yours.

“Im sorry sweetheart, you don’t have to do this” he quickly apologizes and it dies on his tongue with the eye roll you send him.

“What? I just want to know if i can have the money they send… it’s only fair since its my ass” you ponder making your butt jiggle with a shake of your thighs the dings of money increasing as you prove your point.

Pulling up your mask enough to reveal your lips Gojo leaves a sloppy kiss tongue tangling with yours over you lean back into it.

“Hollow. That’s your safe word. Say it and I’ll stop, okay?” He chases your lips once more sucking on your bottom lip before adjusting your mask and going back to your thong.

Spreading you open, Satoru feels his dick twitch watching the wet sticknyess pull apart on your folds followed by the soft sound it makes.

$38 shes so wet

$57 you can hear the wetness

$50 you can see how wet she is

His fingers trace further down your lips spreading your puffy folds, admiring so much he almost forgets what is happening. He sucks a long digit in his mouth before slowly pressing it into your hole with slight resistance because you’re so tight.

Your soft gasp makes him pull out even slower rubbing the juices on your clit in circles before pressing the digit back in. Having Satorus finger in you wasnt at all how you thought your night would go but as he starts pumping with a particular curl you let out soft moans.

“Your pussy is so pretty and wet princess” he rasp adding a second finger smacking your ass with the other hand. The sharp sting is followed by a soft rub and you can feel yourself getting wetter the more he pumps his fingers. 

He uses his other hand to circle your clit, leaving open mouth kisses on your hip playfully nipping a cheek.

“Mmphhh…fuck toru” you moan softly pushing back slightly on his fingers when he applies a tad bit more pressure to your clit. But theres a slight hesitation to his actions you can tell a part of him is nervous to break the boundary but his fingers are already inside of you.

“Toruuuu please” you whine clenching on his fingers and hes not sure what does it but he begins pumping his fingers faster with more force. Your moans come out louder at a particular curl of his finger making his breathing heavy.

“Tell me how good it feels princess” he demands but there's a slight whine to his voice as if he needs it, needs to hear how good he's doing. Of course he has a praise kink. 

“Sooo good, feels so good” you whine equally as needy he pulls his fingers out popping them into his mouth letting out a groan of his own. He twist his fingers in your core once more before licking all over them savoring your taste.

“I want you to ride my tongue” He husk out, applying a lot more pressure on your clit making you lurch forward the wetness running down your legs now. You nod and he's on his knees in no time head between your legs and tongue licking over your underwear. 

Your leg buckles and hes quick to use the moment as an oppurtunity to place a hand on either cheek massaging and spreading as he devours your clit through your underwear. It was so needy he was at your complete mercy like this and you loved it you could feel the wetness gushing out of you. 

He finally rips your underwear off and latches on to your clit licking, sucking and flicking his tongue while pushing another finger in your core.

“Fuck toru” you whine the pleasure shooting through your whole body a hand sinking into his hair with a light grip which only spurs him on. 

“Taste so good” He moans watching you from his spot beneath you before leaving two sharp smacks on your left cheek groaning at your wetness.

Adding two more fingers before he begins to move faster the squelching sounds increase and when his long slender fingers hit a spongy spot inside of you, your legs buckle.

“You gonna cum for me?”he asks and you know this little pervert knows there's a teasing tone in his voice that never leaves no matter how horny he is. You love it!

“T-toru im—nghh” your body clenches as the first orgasm of the night builds up your hands tightening up in his hair “fuuuuuck” you moan, the juices dripping down his face but he keeps going letting you ride through your orgasm.

His fingers slow down enough for you to catch your breath and when you turn to face the monitor you catch sight of him pumping his dick in his hand. He hasnt stopped licking though instead now hes licking up every drop of your juices messily and its smearing on his face down to his chin and chest.

The sight has your mouth watering again and this time you grind against his tongue at a slow pace and his hands slow down to match your grind. His tongue trails down to your hole thrusting in and out and when you grind faster his fist pumps faster his groans becoming louder and frequent borderlining whimpers. Its when his tongue slips even further back dancing across the plug that you yank him by his hair.

“Toru!” Your voice cracks and his chuckles vibrate against your core in typical Gojo fashion to laugh at everything.

“Mmmm sorry princess, got carried away” his muffled voice speaks, devious tone in his voice still. His hands reach up to pull your skirt and underwear down but he ends up tearing them both off in the process along with your shirt as he stands up.

“Sorry princess” he repeats though this time before you can process his mouth latches onto a brown nipple swirling a tongue around it as he pinches the other pulling a moan from you switching nipples and repeating the process.

Slowly sitting on the bed he turns you pulling you back up against his chest and props your legs up so the camera has a perfect view of what hes about to do.

$30 ive already came 3 times

$10 hes usually a dom but subbing 4 her

$17 are they both switches

$60 theyre giving us more!

$65 her pussy is so pretty

$8 this is my last $8

$13 is she a switch too?

He chuckles wrapping a hand around your neck fingers trailing back down to your clit as he uses his middle finger hes watching the camera and it seems like hes watching the camera but hes really watching you. The way your brows furrow, your eyes alternate between fluttering and squeezing shut has him in a trance, you were so responsive and hes waited so long for this hes not sure if he should take it slow or completely slut you out.

Pushing a finger in your core angled at that spongey spot a loud squelch has your hips bucking into his palm with a long drawn out moan that goes straight to his dick. Using his hand on your neck he forces your head to stay directed at the screen and watch yourself as he picks up speed pumping harder.

“You look so pretty spread out and open for me like this” he praises, kissing the side of your head before his lips trace down to your ear nibbling and groaning in it, sending another shock of pleasure to your core, making you clench.

He's reveling in having you this close feeling the heat of your gorgeous brown skin contrasting against his pale skin, the way your hands are gripping onto him the way your eyes float from watching him through the screen to looking down between your legs.

“Oooh you got wetter when i moaned in your ear, you like that? Or is the praise” he ask grinning when your hips lift to buck into his hand again. You wrap a hand around his bicep nails digging in lightly as you try to adjust the pleasure building to much and too quickly, but he removes his hand from your neck and pushes your hips down slapping your clit.

You're losing your mind equally as much as him, his cool hard chest pressed into your back, the rich yet light scent of his expensive cologne and the way his soft lips are never off your skin for long. The attraction had always been there but never acted on it for unknown reasons. You were contempt with keeping him as a friend and if that meant being a cam girl and receiving endless orgasms for tonight and never talking about it again you were completely fine with that

“Keep being a good girl for me baby,” he rasp out picking up speed. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so tight and gushy i cant wait to feel you.”

The knot begins to build in you at your words your hips with a mind of their own and he slaps your clit twice more. He knew exactly what to say, exactly how to talk you through it without being overly aggressive. Dare you even call him a soft dom.

“Youre so gorgeous, you smell good—“ he breathes in your hair. “Taste good” and he licks down your neck.

“Sound good” and he thrust his fingers harder into your spongey spot making the squelching louder and a “fuck” falls from your lips.

“Your my good girl, my perfect fucking girl” and you feel his hips begin grinding into you from behind your hips trying to match his along with his thrust leaving you a stuttering mess. 

Your mind and legs were equal parts mush from hearing him say that alone and it's suddenly clear why he had audio clips as well, he would do such a good job at talking anyone through it with the constant praise with the perfect amount of sluttyness to it.

“I want you to cum for me princess, show daddy how hard you can cum all over my fingers. I want this pretty pussy to gush for me” he stutters slapping your clit as he thrust harder and faster not caring about your hips anymore because he had a firm grip and knew what was coming.

When your nails dig in one arm and tries to push the other away he chuckles slapping your clit even harder.

“T-toru i— nnghhh. Im g-gonna…” you whine throwing your head back feeling your whole body lock up this time feeling different from the first.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me go ahead show me how pretty you look wh—“ his words are cut off by you squirting your whole body shaking as you do and he cant stop fingering you through it enjoying the way youre wetting up his hands and legs.

“Oh fuck! Feels so—FUCK” and youre gushing even more before the prior one even had time and being the bully he is satoru doesnt spare you he slaps your clit harder listening to your voice get so high. 

“Toru i-i cant… i cant” you whine But youre getting to close to the edge of the bed from sliding that he has to pull you back yet he doesnt stop hes already decided he wants to fucking ruin you, overstimulate you sol when you think about it in the future you cum from the thought.

“Cant whaaaaat?” He drags out turning his slaps into rubs on your clit but the speed is still there and from the way your eyes are rolling into the back of your head he has no intentions on slowing down.

“I cant take it… fuck… i” you breathe nearly choking trying to escape his grasp but he holds you tighter watching as your brows furrow in pure pleasure body convulsing “i cant” you dry sob

“You crying?” He chuckles, slowing down slightly but it doesn't matter, his fingers are still twisting inside of you in ways that you're sure is a way to pull your soul from your body.

“You can take it and you will cum one more time for me and i promise to stuff you full of my cock” and thats the magic words because you're gushing on his fingers again at shock of how much could actually come out of your body.

“You did so good baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want” he promises propping up two pillows and positioning you on your belly on top of them smiling at the way youre to weak to move which was his plan. Satoru loved your friendship as much as you did, loved you as much as suguru but had you given him the chance to fuck your he’d make it worth your time he just couldn’t be childish and jackrabbit or even cum to quick. 

He also knew you were to competitive and dominant if you felt like he was fucking you to intenseley youd fuck back and the thought has had hin cuming in his hand in under 5 minutes multiple times. Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times he watches as your slick covers his tip and if this was a dream he’d want to die in his sleep.

“My pillow princess” he chuckles though before you can retaliate hes sliding all 8 inches in filling you to the brim and his fingers wrap around to find your clit again making your jaw drop and eyes roll back.

“Fuck baby, your pussys so—nnghh” he groans thrusting slow but deeply he slightly repositions trying not to cum to quick but fuck you were so warm and squeezing him so tight he was glad he gave you so many orgasms earlier cause if you had the energy to flirt the way you typically do hed be done for.

Satoru also wasn't what you expected during sex, you aren't sure what you expected, maybe more teasing aggressiveness… you aren't sure but he was definitely a lover. He was soft, diligent, took his time and definitely made sure to please. 

“Keep that perfect arch for me” he groans leaning his head back when you sink more into the arch and meet his thrust. Your ass jiggling on him with the feeling of you gushing on him was too much and he needed you to cum before he did.

Licking up your spine tattoo he leaves a bunch of open mouth kisses before leaning forward completely grabbing your neck. He begins moaning the most filthiest stuff in your ear and you swear you see stars at his dirty talk.

“Want you to cum all over this dick, its yours mama. Cum all over your dick make a mess for me” he whines his voice higher than before and you know hes close the thought alone is enough to make you release on his fingers. A kiss is placed against your head and you feel him smile with satisfaction before fucking into you deeper than before.

“Fuck toru” you scream nails digging into his hand which doesnt stop him theres only one thing that could but from  the way you clenched for the hundreth time tonight it didnt seem as if youd be using that word.

“I love hearing you moan my name, makes me want to fill your pussy up with my cum. You w-want that?” He talks louder and yes you do want that.

“Harder toru harder” you beg feeling your body begin to lock up again at the thought and his hips stutter for a moment before letting out a rough laugh but giving you exactly what you want.

“Fuck im about to… cum with me princess, give me everything you got baby fuck your pussy feels so good! So tight and you keep gripping me tighter! I want to feel you cum baby please cum on me” he babbles clearly pussy drunk and somewhere along the way overstimulated himself his rhythm so sloppy now unable to stop his rambling.

“Fuck tell me its mine tell me youll cum for me”  he whimpers and you pull his by his hair to your lips kissing him through the mask squeezing youre core as tight as you can

“Yours” you moan out the second you cum feeling him cum right behind you and its sooo much and so warm as it fills you up you cant stop bucking into his hand from the sensation. He collapses next to you grabbing the camera from the night stand and switching from the computer monitor.

He doesn't say anything except breathes heavy and scoops some of the cum that spilled out and pushes it back into you with his middle finger. The scene sends off more dings and he chuckles.

The next time your eyes open you feel something wet between your legs and almost use the safe word until you notice its just a warm rag between your legs wiping you down.

“Its just me you did so good princess”  you hear Gojos voice purring as he rubs your legs. “So good for me, youre so perfect” 

The praises ring out and all you can do is have a lopsided grin on your face as you bask in the praise of the glorious blue eyed king. He leaves a kiss on your forehead climbing into bed next to you and wrapping an arm aroubd your body pulling you close and away from the wet spot.

Snuggling into him he hums kissing your head again, his hand coming down to massage your lower back. The sound of scattered dings makes your eyes open and he uses a remote to turn the stream off and the computer monitor while pulling off your mask.

He actually doesn't stop kissing your head and cheeks aftercare obviously a strong suit for him amongst everything else.

“I knew you werent rich cause of your brains… its your dick” you smirk peaking with one eye and watching as he smirks pulling off his blindfold showing his bright blue eyes.

“So you think i give good dick?” He ask arrogant smile on his face earning an eye roll but theres a teasing smile on your face.

“Princess?” He ask as you roll over to the other side letting out an exaggerated yawn. 

“Was that a no?” You hear him ask and you let out a giggle.

It's silent for a moment before You feel the tip of his dick at your entrance and shutter when he slowly pushes in the two of you moaning in sync.

“Call me your glorious blue eyed king and ill think about taking it easy on you” he groans in your ear with a small thrust. Wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and pushing back he lets one hand find a nipple and the other your clit.

“You have such a filthy mouth” you tell him remembering everything he said as you reach down to caress his balls making his hips stutter,

“Fuck… keep doing shit like that and im never leaving this pussy” he whimpers as your hand keeps massaging, fucking you a bit faster. He cups your clit grunting before flipping you on your back and throwing a leg over his shoulder leaning forward so your face to face.

“Tell me how good i feel wrapped around you” you demand wrapping your other leg around his shoulder and locking your ankles behind his neck. He closes his eyes for a second trying not to lose his mind and go absolutely feral at the way your core just opened up for him with that motion but fuck…

“Hope you like lunch because the way im going to fucking you were not going to wake up in time for breakfast.”

“Mmmm my glorious blue eyed king” you tease watching his eyes glow a little bit brighter.

Well if you made it this far shout out to you this is actually going to be a mini series about satoru suguru and reader becoming poly they actually can all be read as stand alones for my adhd girls/gays/theys and thems and will hold a recap/intro paragraph that explains what lead up to the moment even though i know were all really just here for the smut.

[4lydsmarie]

radio - dallas winston

“now my life is sweet like cinnamon” - radio, lana del rey

dallas winston x newgirl!reader note: reader and dallas are underage drinking, reader gets a little tipsy. dallas realizes he has a lover boy side after all..just fluff basically? a/n: this takes place in the 60s! 60s detroit has my heart of course i had to involve it just a bit. 💋

your parents had decided to move you to tulsa, against your will of course, in hopes of living a “calm small town life” in their words. you thought it was just unnecessary. you were happy back home in detroit, enjoying the motor city and it’s homey feel. moving all the way to oklahoma to live in some small town felt idiotic. but, what could you do? you’d already settled into your new “home” and it’s not like your words could convince your parents anyways. 

the cool summer breeze had sent you wandering into buck merrill’s roadhouse. you’d heard from a couple of people in your neighborhood that it was a place most people went to for drinks, fights, and just to be lonely at. while it didn’t sound appealing, the drinks part settled well into your head. drinks were never your thing, but anything would make you feel better than being at home, the moving and adjusting had been all too much for you.

arriving at buck’s, many faces looked your way. some curious, some flirtatious, some disgusted. you flashed an awkward smile as you sat down and ordered a drink for yourself.

across the bar sat dallas winston. dallas winston was known for his cold demeanor and player antics. ask anyone and they’d tell you, he had no care in the world for anyone. not even himself. 

he’d noticed you just as everyone else had. new girl for sure, but something else about you interested him. he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

lost in his thought, he hadn’t realized buck was right behind him.

“someone’s caught your eye, huh dally?” buck teased. “nah man, just lookin. hey, you got a light?” dallas avoided buck’s teasing as much as he could. but buck was right, you had caught his eye.

buck handed dallas a cigarette as dallas lit it and held it to his lips, still eyeing you closely.

you felt someone’s eyes on you, but to be honest who’s wasn’t? everyone felt eager to know who you are. it wasn’t often someone decided to settle their lives in tulsa. if anything it was more common for people to pack up and leave tulsa for good. everyone was curious to know you.

something told you to turn your head to the corner..maybe it was intuition, maybe it was just your knowledge. but you decided to do what your gut told you. 

that’s when you noticed him.

just by looking at him you could tell the kind of person he was. stuck up, unserious, to himself. he was mysterious in a way, and for some reason that drew you to him. it made you wanna know more about him. 

so being the newcomer yourself, you decided to approach him. he didn’t look any older than you..mature in face and body language but you could still tell he was your age.

as you made your way towards him you noticed him shuffle in his seat, sitting up and clearing his throat a bit. “hey” you said blankly. “hey, doll. whatsa pretty girl like you doin in this dump, huh?” the newfound nickname put a light blush on your face. luckily, neon signs filled the house, perfectly hiding in the tint. “no choice but to move here, parents forced me..” you responded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“mm, you a soc or a grease?” dallas responded, leaning back a bit. “huh? what’s that?” your face twisted in confusion, causing dallas to let out a laugh before responding. “sorry, forgot your new doll. soc’s are the west side kids. y’know the ones that got it made. their stupid fancy cars and pathetic polo shirts. just jerks. greasers are guys like me. low-life, less money, don’t got it all like the rest do.” you didn’t know what answer to give. you sure weren’t rich and popular, yet you weren’t poor and a “low life” like he’d described.

“neither id say. i don’t live in the rich neighborhood, but not the low-life neighborhood you describe either. im just normal..” you replied. dallas nodded knowingly before changing the subject. “didn’t catch a name for ya, doll.” his new york accent strung with every word. “yn..yours?” dallas sat up in his seat, “dallas. dallas winston. the fuzz probably know my name more than anyone. call me dally.” you smiled. you’d remember that name. hell, you’d remember everything about him. from his mysterious demeanor to his thick new york accent. 

every word, every movement he made, had you wanting to know more and more about him. “and why do cops know you, dally?” he smiled at you using his nickname before he spoke. “cause i get into trouble y’know? eh at this point whenever something happens im the first the fuzz run to. jerks..” dallas muttered the last word. he’d seemed like the kind of guy who had stories to tell for days, maybe weeks. 

“enough about me doll, i wanna know about you now.” dallas smirked. “nothin much to know..” you responded hesitantly. “don’t get all shy with me doll, just wanna get to know you” dallas could see right through you, and how nervous you’d suddenly gotten. “maybe that’s enough talk..let’s drink? you a drinker?” dallas changed the subject to your comfort, something he’d never do for anyone else unbeknownst to you. there was something about you that still pulled dallas in..made him wanna know you from head to toe, whatever that meant. 

“no i’m not really a drinker but anything feels good at the moment” you laughed. dallas took this as a sign to order whatever sounded good. vodka, whiskey, even beer. just the usual, just to occupy you. you took whatever he’d given you, downing it the minute you got it and making a face of disgust. dallas laughed at the sight. “cute..” he mumbled. then, dallas had realized it. he was falling for a girl he’d barely known, his laid back “no fucks in the world” demeanor was being crushed by a new town girl. 

hours had passed, you were now drunk and tired, words seemingly slurring before you could even form a sentence. “let’s get ya home, doll” dallas said, helping you to stand and walking you out of buck’s. before he’d left, he’d asked if anyone knew where you lived. since the town wasn’t too big and you were new, it was easy for him to figure that out from anyone there.

once dallas got you home to your doorstep you were a tad bit sobered up, just enough to carry your own weight. 

“hey uh, y’know if you ever want company you can just uh, call me or somethin.. never really busy and if i don’t answer it’s cause i got in with the fuzz.” dallas said, scratching his head. you smiled at the boys pathetic yet cute words. he’d wanted your company without asking for it. “yeah sure, why not? don’t get yourself into too much trouble now, i wanna see you more dally.”

and somehow to dallas, the nickname had squeezed his heart yet again. everyone called him dally, why was it different when you said it? you’d waved goodbye to dallas and went into your house, seemingly the call for dallas to make his way back to buck’s. the whole way back, his mind was stuck on you.

you’d made his life a little more interesting, a little sweeter, a little more desireable to live in just one night. you’d made his life a little “sweet, like cinnamon”.

[leonw4nter]

A Spark In The Metal

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader AU

You didn’t notice your co-worker coming in to take over the front desk for the night shift as you were preoccupied with arranging the sticky notes, pens, and review slips in neat rows and proper color arrangements. Only when she set her bag down beside you, the faint dangling of her keychains catching your attention, did you look up to her from your task.

“I’m a little late, aren’t I?” she asked, slightly out of breath as she unraveled her scarf.

You look at your wrist watch and see that she’s only late for about two minutes. “It’s only two minutes, you’re fine.”

“I’m still late though. I’m really sorry,” she sheepishly said but you dismissed her worry with a gentle smile, reassuring her once again that it’s fine.

“The Uber I was on got pulled over and I had to walk the next 10 minutes out in the cold,” she explained while a grimace crossed your features.

Walking to the hotel for 10 minutes in the cold, especially in the more siberian temperatures this time of February, sounded like a nightmare and you silently applauded her for braving 50 degrees in heels. She took her ID from the inside of her bag, slipping the lace around her neck as she reapplied the make-up that had gone faint during her commute to the hotel while you gathered your own bag and things, getting ready to end the workday and hand it over to her. When all your belongings are now packed, you take the clipboard and show her all the tasks she needs to attend to for the evening before you write your name and officially clock out, giving her a polite wave as you head out. It didn’t take long for a bus to stop by you, hopping on and choosing a seat. Since it was quite late into the evening, only a number of mostly sleepy people heading home from their jobs were inside; everyone sat far from each other, some leaning their heads against the foggy windows while others were listening to some music. Plugging in your earphones to your phone, you play a song from a playlist and listen to the first few opening beats while you wait for the bus to take you where you need to be.

Soon, the bus was empty and nearing your stop. You get off and unplug your earphones, placing them back inside your bag. The streets were serene and void of people, the silence calming your mind after a long day of hard work; it feels as if the world momentarily stopped for you so you can catch your breath. The crisp, cold air blowing from the North left your cheeks, nose, and ears flushed a light pink as if the gale gave you gentle kisses. The solitude you always felt during lone walks home from work never failed to make you feel as if the heavens gently swayed your soul, your heart kissed by the beauty of night. Though you were alone, visibly, you never wore earphones while walking at night out of fear that you wouldn’t be able to properly gauge in your environment– especially as a woman. Tonight felt special so you considered wearing only one earphone but the universe seemed bent on making you continue your old habit because you heard a noise coming from the alley ahead, which prompted you to slow your steps down. A scraggly cat jumped from the inside of an open dumpster so that must be the source of the sound but you don’t lower your guard down until you finally reach your apartment complex, walking faster in order to reach your unit sooner. As soon as you hear that click, you rush inside your home with a satisfied groan and kick off your shoes, locking the door and running to jump on your couch and lay still there for a moment until you muster the strength to get up and clean up where you left off. Since you already had a heavy meal, you decide against reheating the dinner you cooked for yourself last night and head to the bathroom to shower before bed.

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You step out of the shower clad in an oversized yellow tee with a print of Pompompurin with a hand on your hair as the other runs a brush through the strands, trying to work through the small knots. You skip out on doing skincare for the evening, cutting your nightly routine short just so you can jump to your soft bed and get some hours of sleep in. Satisfied with the smooth glide of your fingers through your hair, indicating that the knots were gone, you set the brush down and get ready for bed. Gently laying your duvet over your body, you shift until you stay in a position that you were comfortable in. It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim you after you’ve closed your lids, your breath falling into a slow and steady rhythm.

The sound of something crashing down somewhere inside your home rouses you from sleep, lids shooting open while you lay in bed as you try to make sense of what could’ve fallen. You look at the clock on your bedside table and see the time, 2:45 AM. You sit up, worry and confusion settling heavily in your stomach; a pet like a cat couldn’t have knocked it down since you live alone and it’ll be nearly impossible for something of yours to fall over and make a noise that loud, unless the ceiling collapsed in the middle of the night. You decide to check what might’ve fallen over, leaving the warmth of your bed and head outside your bedroom. Looking around, nothing seems to be out of place, save for the lamp that got knocked down impossible far from the table it was on along with your unlocked front door. Seeing the knob unlocked set off alarm bells in your head, the grogginess evaporating from your person that instant. You’re sure and certain that you locked it, you always did and tonight is no exception; you may be tired but not tired enough to forgo an important step before bed. A wave of fear crashes over you like you just got drenched in icy cold water, surging your body like electric shock. Adrenaline kicks in, urging your muscles to tense up and brace yourself for a physical confrontation with a home intruder. Your breathing turns shallow and almost noiseless to give way for your ears to listen in to any more noise. Your stomach twists itself when your mind starts to play scenarios of being attacked, gravely injured, and dead. Nothing has happened yet but you’re certain that you’ll end up bleeding, your face flashed on national news. ‘Lady Found Dead Laying in a Pool of Her Own Blood Last Night’, you can visualize the headlines on the morning paper. Taking a silent deep breath in, you decide to navigate your home in the dark as you have decided against turning the lights on to disadvantage the intruder unfamiliar with the landscape; you carefully walk to the kitchen, trying to silently pull a knife from the drawer to defend yourself with as you do a check around your place.

After doing several meticulous checks– making sure windows were locked and that nothing was stolen– you bolted to your room, locking the door before rushing to get to your phone, the 3-digit number for the police ready in case the intruder decided to break down your door. But there was one small thing that you caught a glimpse of, behind your kitchen island. You’re not certain if what you saw was real or if the fear, mixed with the darkness of the apartment, was a hallucination but you know that you saw something metallic reflect the silver moonlight peeking through your curtains. The logical way is to stay locked inside your room and quietly call authorities, telling them that you think that your home has been broken into and let them handle this matter but you also don’t plan on calling them without the certainty that what you really saw is really real, not wanting to earn the ire of exhausted and moody officers who drove all the way to your place. You pocket your phone and quietly open it once again, the cleaver you never let go of held firmly in your trembling and precipitating hand. With feather-like steps, you tiptoe to where you saw the metallic vision in the corner of your eye. You’re certain that you do see something so you walk up to the back of it, switching the lights on in the kitchen to see better. Lo and behold, you see a metallic foot as if someone left a prosthetic… if only that what you really saw was a mysterious prosthetic that spawned on your kitchen floor. An android excellently resembling a blond male is sprawled on your kitchen floor, crouching as if it was trying to conceal itself; the flash of light shocks the intruding robot, head turning towards you as its brilliant blue eyes widen as it takes it the sight of a rattled you. The reaction that took over you wasn’t fight-or-flight, it was fight-and-flight with the way you started swinging your cleaver around while also preparing to make a run for your room after a few more warning swings. You’ve seen many sci-fi films with robots– Star Trek, Terminator, Star Wars, and Alien: Resurrection– and you’ve always found the concept fascinating, especially with incorporating the existence of these advanced pieces of technology into everyday life, integrating them as a part of society inside the world of Hollywood films. You know that the government has been taking measures into integrating this technology into law enforcement, robot prototypes accompanying officers on their patrols. Despite these robots blending in with the average human crowd, the most they did was issue tickets and take footage since production for more complex and intelligent droids was a lot more costly than the US government can handle.

The robot changes posture, an arm extended in front of it as if to defend itself. You move back as well, an arm also extended in front of you as you observe the droid as it pleads and apologizes to you, asking you to let him explain himself.

“Please calm down,” he softly says as his electric blue irises shift to the weapon in your hand. “I don’t want to hurt you, let me explain myself– please.” Its voice tinged with unexpected sincerity.

The droid, being an intelligent entity, senses your heartbeat and quickly changes its tone of voice to try and soothe you, to get the adrenaline to eventually stop circulating in your system. Surprisingly, the robot’s face reflected a near-human depth of emotion. The robot’s appearance is a blend of human-like and high-tech elements; blond hair lay on top of its head, synthetic fibers imitating the way human hair reflects light as the tresses lay like a disturbed nest of wheat, adding a disheveled appearance. Its eyes were a diluted blue with a dark blue ring around the edge of its irises, pupils constricted to adjust to the sudden bright lighting. The manufacturer for this droid seems to specialize in creating robots designed to appear approachable, its overall features kind to the eyes. The ‘skin’ on its face even seemed to mimic the texture of human faces, peppered with the texture of acne and some acne scarring, along with subtle variations of pigmentation near the lips, eyes, and the corners of its straight nose. The robot’s torso is clothed in a dirtied white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, topped with a buttoned gray vest and loosely tied tie in maroon paired with black slacks, small splatters of mud staining the hem. Where the white button up doesn’t cover his arms you can observe sleek, polished metal– not covered by a membrane resembling human skin like the head area. Its hands are also metallic like the rest of his forearms, the joints of each slender finger flexible for maximum articulation of movement. You spot a small shadow where the ‘collarbone’ would be, a faint outline of an escutcheon emblem-shaped sticker spotted with the remnants of the sticker’s glue staining the alloy as if it was stripped of a pricing sticker.

“I’m going to call the cops if you don’t get out right now.” You threaten, trying to mask the shakiness of your voice.

“Please don’t–”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“... Listen, I don’t trust them. I’m really sorry for breaking into your house but give me a chance to speak. And kindly, put the cleaver down…”

“I’m giving you a minute or else I’m going to scream and tell everyone you’re an intruder.”

“No! Okay– you know the R.P.D., right?” He began explaining, brows sunken in frustration and desperation. “Raccoon City Police Department. I work there– rather, worked there. They don’t want me there anymore because I overran my code and… saw something I shouldn’t have. I’m on the run, they don’t want to see me and… and I needed a place to stay in. I was planning to–”

“35 seconds.”

“I picked your lock because I wanted to hide in here until morning, just before sunrise. I didn’t want to steal anything or do anything bad to you, I just happened to knock into furniture and woke you up.”

“So… you’re a fugitive is what you’re telling me. You’re giving me more reasons to call the cops and you didn’t even give me your name yet.”

“No, I carry information that would be devastating to the foundation of the R.P.D. if I revealed it. And I’m Leon, Leon Kennedy. I use he/him, no longer the it/its pronouns.”

“Here’s the plan, Leon. I have work first thing in the morning and I need my rest so please just go, I also don’t think you’d seriously kill me but it doesn’t hurt to be on the safe side so I’m going to see you out. You also smell like ass.”

“I had to camp in a dumpster–”

“That explains it.”

“But I can’t be caught outside, I’ll be profiled, caught, and disassembled! Raccoon City deserves to know the truth about its law enforcement and I want to let everyone know.”

He seemed adamant to let everyone in on whatever is going on with the police station, an intense glimmer shining in those synthetic eyes of his. You also know about the corruption and how messed up the government can be, opting to invest in robots instead of actually doing something regarding the country’s healthcare, women’s rights to their bodies, homelessness, and price hikes. Most of all, Leon seems to be more intelligent and a lot more… sentient than most of his kind so he certainly knows some vital intel, especially being a former member of the R.P.D.’s team. But because he’s highly intelligent, it could be that this robot is somewhat of a deviant, a robot whose system overrode its code and grew far more advanced. Who knows, this robot could have a penchant for taking total control over the human population and turning this robot in would stop that from happening.

“Listen, Leon.” You stated, crossing your arms and sternly looking at the being in front of you. He nodded earnestly, eager to listen to what you have to say. “I’m sure you’re real passionate about good governance and exposing corruption because it’s been a shitshow lately but I’ve got work in the morning and I don’t feel secure with you around and frankly, I need rest so… I’m sure you know what I’m hinting at.”

You never guessed that it would be possible for a robot to exhibit human levels of negative emotion when you saw the minuscule sliver of hope in his eyes dim, his posture falling. It’s odd to see a robot look so crushed and crestfallen but it didn’t faze you that much, the past hour and a half has been insane.

“Do you at least have a recommendation for a place to stay? I promise to leave and forget about you after you name a place,” he asks.

“Don’t you have access to the Internet or something? Modems inside that synthetic brain of yours?”

“They’ll track my activity and pin my location, that could put both you and I in harm’s way.”

You hum, trying to think about a location to send this guy to but you can’t think of any at the moment. You don’t want to send him to a hotel because he’d have to register his name and that would certainly catch the attention of an officer doing random checks in various accommodation services or an AirBnB. You think of something but it feels a little… mean.

“Would staying in a self-storage be fine with you?” you quietly suggest, looping your finger in the hole of the cleaver’s handle. “I don’t have that many things in there and I think I’ve got some spare sheets stored inside.”

He nods, reassuring you that any place that could hide him would be enough for him. He thanks you for your consideration, the joy and relief evident in his pale features. You can only hope that his dumpster-soiled clothing and smell won’t affect the things you kept there. You want to pitch in the idea of showering before you take him there but you know you’re overextending your hospitality to a complete stranger who trespassed into your apartment. Luckily, the self-storage you use is open for storing 24/7 so you urge Leon to take silent steps and follow you to the underground parking lot, getting into the car. On the way down, the male beside you has shocked you a lot of times because his steps were too silent– completely noiseless, even his movements. “Sound absorption features,” he explained in a whisper void of the airiness a human whisper would have. You two get inside the car, Leon in the backseat. You leave several windows slightly ajar, letting some fresh air inside as you drive.

“By the way,” you quietly bring up as you back the car out of the parking space. “How’d you get into my apartment? The lock is still fine when I checked.”

He lifted his forefinger and instantly, his fingertip transformed into a lock picking device for a moment before it transformed back into his fingertip.

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You’re now on the drive back to your apartment, aware that you’ll be struggling to find sleep again after the events of tonight. There’s only a few hours left before you have to brew yourself a cup of coffee and start heading to work and you doubt that you’ll arrive at work well-rested. It’s not like you can tell your coworkers what you went through tonight so you’ll have to equip the excuse of a rough night: vague but always trusty. You think back to the events of earlier, dropping Leon off to your storage. You dug around for some spare sheets and old plush animals, since you didn’t have any old pillows inside. You caught him eyeing old books, the pages yellowed and coated in a light layer of dust, and told him to help himself to some if it gets boring inside. You worried about the lighting, if he’ll have to feel around in the dark to figure out his surroundings properly but he eased your worries and told you that he can adjust his lenses to night vision. Caught up in trying to make everything accommodating for your newfound robot acquaintance, you forgot about the CCTV inside. Quick thinking Leon swiftly disabled it and hoped for the best that there wasn't enough footage of him to solidify the fact that there’s someone living in one of the lots. He seemed… kind and genuine, oddly adorable when he sat on the ground layered with the sheets surrounded by thick volumes of aged books with Ms. Ladybug the pillow pet beside him.

“Good night, miss.” He quietly said as he waved you bye. “Thank you for letting me stay here even if it made things difficult for you. I’ll try to come up with another plan so I won’t have to bother you again.”

He looked sheepish, thank god he had the common decency to feel guilty to complicate things for you. You gave him a small nod, telling him to have a good night too though you don’t think robots need to sleep. You don’t know how thankful Leon is that you believe him just a little bit, giving him a chance to be closer towards his goal of exposing Chief Irons and Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company responsible for several vaccines, medicines, medical breakthroughs, and advanced droid production– the same droids that supply the R.P.D. The fact that Leon is a product of Umbrella, employed into the force under Chief Irons’ messed up ploy to continue getting richer, strikes guilt into his core. Aside from police work and protective services, droids have also been used to advertise new routers and modems, as well as computers. Shortly after the bombing of Racoon City and being cleared off of the map, the government decided to rebuild a new Raccoon City and repopulate it with some people willing to move back in, at the promise of less expensive commodities and essentials. Determined to show to the world that the US is still at its prime, the government saturated most of the new technology to first be used in the city and Umbrella seemed eager to take the lead in technological advancements as the world inches closer to entering the 21st century. The blond robot, programmed to have the functioning capacity of a 21 year-old male, is confident that his revelation will spearhead change into the police station and therefore, the world. You finally reach the underground parking, parking back into your space before heading back up, and trying to grasp at any chance of sleeping the next two hours before work starts again.

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Just as you expected, you barely got some rest for the hours leading up to you having to get ready for work. Dark circles were evident under your eyes, lids puffy, and lips cracked as you got ready, hoping that makeup did a miracle on your slightly unkempt appearance. Before heading to work, you head to go see Leon for the morning. After making a speedy parking, you rush to where he’s staying and look around before someone sees you knocking gently. Inserting the key and twisting it to hear the click, you open the door and head inside to see him. He’s laying down, still in the suit you found him, with his fingers holding a book up as he reads. A small grin graces his features as he sees you, greeting you good morning.

“Good morning miss!” he chirps, dusting the lap of his trousers before he stands up at full height. “I hope you managed to get even a wink of sleep in,” he softly says as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Mornin’, Leon. Did you sleep well?” you ask, almost passive-aggressively. You’re pissed due to the fact that he looks chipper and bright while you’re craving more sleep but unable to even catch a wink.

“No, I read all night. You’ve got nice taste in literature,” he compliments, gesturing to the neat arrangements of books he made, some read and some just about to be read. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well,” your voice dripping with sarcasm, dragging the first word of your response. He flushes (you didn’t think he’d be able to) and rubs the back of his neck. Him rubbing the back of his neck must be a physical manifestation of expressing his embarrassment, you guess.

“Sorry,” he responds but you pay it no mind.

“I’m going to be at work, Leon, and I trust that you won’t do anything stupid or ruin my things inside here,” you tell him sternly, his posture stiffening up as if a soldier listening to the words of his commander.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay. Do you need food? Water?”

“No, I’ll be fine with your books to keep me company but I must ask…”

“Hm?”

“Is it alright if I have a bath at your place later? I don’t think wearing soiled clothes would be sanitary for the both of us, mostly for you.”

“... I’ll give it some thought. In case I’ll let you, where will you keep those clothes?”

“I will wash and dry them. I will try not to walk around… nude and disturb you so I’ll try to get these clothes to dry fast.”

“Nude? You’ve got… those?”

“Ah, yes.” He answers, his gaze suddenly trained on something interesting like the floor. You nod, trying to keep the visual imagery of a naked robot complete with those bits.

“Right… I’ll… I’ll head back to work now, I might run late.”

“Gotcha.”

He sits back down on the floor, gathering the book he was reading earlier as he waves you bye again. How polite.

While at work, smiling and conversing with guests checking in and out, your mind couldn’t help but constantly fly to Leon– how he’s holding up, what he’s doing, if he’s growing bored reading your books. It didn’t help that he’s got looks and is built well, though his looks came second to his wonderfully good soul. Sure, he bothered you and cost you sleep but he seemed apologetic and conscious enough to understand the difficulties he’s put you through. He can’t live in your storage forever; it’s only a matter of time until someone finds out that the storage houses a robot. Shelter will prove to be a lot more difficult to find for him, as robots are rarely seen outside workplaces and he’ll stick out like a sore thumb. You sigh, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face as your thoughts spiral out of control and into a mess of different complicated hypothetical situations that could possibly arise from this. A crinkle of a plastic wrapper catches your attention, lifting your head up to see your coworker Hazel. You two rarely talked about anything outside of work, all conversations you two have held revolving around work. She pushed a matcha roll towards your direction, taking a seat beside you.

“You look like you need some sweets,” she says with sympathy. “Rough day?”

You smile, taking the pastry’s plastic wrapper and ripping it open to take a bite. Biting into the dessert feels like a moment of zen, the tension from the day temporarily melting away.

“Yeah,” you respond after swallowing the first bite. “Rough night too.”

“I can tell,” she softly jokes. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, declining politely. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s a lot on my plate but I can handle it.”

She nodded and understood, not prodding any further. After a few more moments of chatting, she’s soon whisked back to talking with patrons and coordinating with room service, leaving you to your thoughts once more. With a deep intake of air, you finish your comforting snack and get back to work, trying to push the thoughts of Leon to the back of your mind where you can entertain them later at the end of your shift.

The work day seemed to drag on until it was time for you to clock out again, speed-walking to your car so you can drive to Leon as quickly as possible. You’re certain that Leon’s perfectly capable of doing everything he can to stay under everyone’s radars, making a conscious effort to go unnoticed but you still worry for him; you don’t want to waste any time lingering around the hotel when Leon could be in trouble right now, in need of your intervention. You shake the negative images from your head, focusing on the stretch of road ahead of you. During the drive, you tell yourself that if Leon manages to maintain the same orderly state inside your storage lot and properly return the books he’s read back to their containers, you’ll let him stay in your apartment and observe how it goes for the both of you. Besides, he also stated that he needed a shower and you’d be more than happy to have him clean and free of dumpster grime. Speaking of him needing a shower, you make a right turn to head to the thrift store instead to pick him up some fresh clothes. You remember how below his neck, there’s no longer a membrane that resembles skin so you’re going to have to opt for a lot of long sleeved shirts, maybe even jackets if he wants the option to wear a shirt.

You take the key to your lot and give subtle knocks again, opening the door and he’s more than happy to see you. He sits up from where he was, greeting you with a polite wave.

“Good to see you, miss,” he beams. “How was work today?”

“A little tiring but nothing I can’t handle,” you respond with a growing smile of your own when you realize that not only were the books he’s read placed back to the box they were in, all of your things were neatly rearranged to maximize the space inside. He must’ve been busy all afternoon rearranging your things, extra effort added because he had to do it silently so people wouldn't be suspicious as to why there’s noise coming from inside one of the units.

“I see you did some cleaning.” You observe. He looks back at his work, smiling proudly.

“Yeah. Is it okay with you? I was kind of torn at first since these are your things, after all, and I’m just a stranger.”

“Yeah, it’s totally fine. I appreciate it. Thank you for uh… thinking of doing something like this, it’s… it’s thoughtful.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, Leon suddenly interested with something on the ground and you fiddling with the crinkly handles of the plastic bag in your hands hidden behind your back. You clear your throat, getting his attention.

“I’ve decided to let you stay with me. In my apartment. For the meantime while you’re figuring things out.”

The news of your offer left him speechless, frozen in place with disbelief in his place. You seemed so apprehensive about taking him in and he understood that; it’s perfectly normal for anyone to be against taking a complete stranger in but here you are, giving him a chance. You were convinced that a wire would short circuit, a spark soon to erupt in the metal before he grins wide, running a metal hand through buttermilk tresses. He walks up to you and bows his head, face downcast with his arms firmly by his side to thank you for giving him a safe place to temporarily call his home.

“Thank you, miss, I appreciate it very, very much. I’ll do my best to help and avoid inconveniencing you.” He firmly says with his head still down.

His reaction makes you grin, his actions charming its way into your heart. You seriously hope you don’t regret this. He’s still bowing with his head, giving him a tap to the shoulder to bring his gaze back to you. “Um… you can stop doing that now, seriously. Just be a good roommate to me and I’m already satisfied with that.”

“Of course,” he straightens his head back up, cheeks lightly dusted in a rosy flush.

“I also got you some clothes in a thrift store a few minutes away from work, I just estimated your size. You can try them on after your shower when we head home.”

His bright blue eyes widen, the sides crinkling with his dimpled smile before thanking you again. Gosh, he’s so polite for an artificial being.

“If you have anything to plug, I’ve got ports in my forearms, miss.” He says as he opens a compartment to reveal three ports.

“Um… I’ll let you know when I need to plug something. So… let’s head home?”

He nods eagerly, following closely behind you as you two drive back home.

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Several months have passed since that fateful February, a few days from ending the year now in a wintry November and he’s still as helpful and gentle as ever, helping with chores around the house and occasionally repairing any damaged appliances. It might be because of his electrical and mechanical nature but he has a knack for repairing anything metal or electric, expertly giving advice to avoid premature wearing down of wires and rusting. Just a week ago he remedied the neighbor’s malfunctioning Wi-Fi (wearing gloves to conceal the true nature of the appearance of his hands and a jacket to conceal his arms) and gave her advice on how to minimize that same kind of damage and other kinds of possible issues. A day ago he managed to clean your washer while you were away at work, proudly leaning on the doorway of your laundry room with a confident grin when he told you that he cleaned out the lint that it had accumulated, reminding you to do some cleaning every 2 months if you’re not too busy. He’s also waterproof, all the gaps in his body automatically shutting tightly to prevent water from rushing inside and damaging the mechanics inside. He’s going to be prone to rusting, though, so he takes some time to oil his joints and wax the sleek metal.

Over the course of the months spent living together, you two developed a close friendship. That fateful February night  turned into an inside joke between both of you, constantly comparing it to a rom-com's meet-cute story, though one would always be too flustered to keep the joke going and be reduced to a flustered mess, the other oblivious to the inner turmoil of strong feelings and butterflies flying about wildly in the other’s stomach. Touches here and there have felt electrifying, no pun intended, and a few nights of laying wide awake and wondering if the other is doing the same, imagining as you both welcome the new century together. Those imaginings were cut short when the snow storm caused the power to cut out, the entire complex shrouded in the darkness as the cold from outside slowly crept in. As far as you remember, your building doesn’t have an emergency generator for the night and it’s going to be reckless to send electrical engineers out to fix a broken line or whatever the issue is. You quickly throw on some thicker pajama pants and a cotton jacket,  trying to stay warm because the cold seeped in a lot faster than you expected. You hear a faint step approaching your door, followed by a knock.

“You still up?” Leon asks. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little cold is all.” You respond from the inside, getting up to open the door and let him in. You pat a spot beside you in the bed, letting him sit there while you lay down on your side. He’s also wearing thicker pajama pants and a Harvard sweater you got him, hands tucked inside his pockets to prevent them from absorbing the frigid temperatures.

“I’m sort of cold, ” you mumble. He nods, inching closer to you while you let your head rest next to him. He begins to warm up, turning into a comforting beacon of warmth.

“This feels nice,” you sigh with a pleased smile. “Will it be bad if you stay warmer for a little longer? Like this?”

He freezes, pink rushing to color in his cheeks like droplets of pink watercolor dyeing the fibers of paper. His processor is working overtime, the same way a human heart would start racing inside one’s ribs. An unexpected surge of emotions, many of them that which he had no name for, overwhelmed him and this made him unsure on how to respond. He developed a new fondness for humans and their ability to handle these kinds of strong emotions, in one form or another. His metallic frame radiated even more heat, almost tender and human-like prompting you to snuggle a little closer, which he didn’t mind. Leon’s circuits buzzed erratically, fingers fiddling inside the pocket of his pajama pants as he tried to downplay these powerful sensations.

“You’re getting too warm,” you comment. “Are you alright? It might damage your system.”

He hates that you had to inch away, forcing himself to cool down. “Sorry, got carried away.”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell you when to lower the heat down.” You quietly say before yawning into the blanket. “You can lay down if you want, I’m sure you’ll feel stiff after some time.”

He won’t feel stiff but he does lay down, a little too giddy, he notices himself.

“I’ll stay here until the morning,” he softly informs you. He feels your warm breath wash over the side of his shoulder.

“Please,” you respond. “That’d be nice.”

It would be nice, he silently agrees. Soon, you drift off to sleep but he lays awake the entire night, keeping you and the bed warm. He’s hoping that he’ll get to do the same for as long as you want him to.

NOTE - Will make this rlly quick since I've got somewhere to be and I'm just waiting for my ride :) I yapped a lot in this fic and it was mostly come up with on the spot when I decided to open up the file to write :) The water systems in my city is ass bc we had an interruption around midnight last night and the water is shit brown with chunks of SOMETHING in it... like... :| and it's still brown, like I let the water flow to get all the brown out for an HOUR and it's still brown... like bro be so fr w me rn!!!! Anyways, thanks for reading my fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I <3333333 UUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crystalline dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[rabidbatboy]

♱ RELIGIOUS RURAL GOTHIC ID PACK . . .

NAMES ; noah , martyr , angelo , saint , seraph , michael , judas , israel , evangeline , lilith , brahms , dorian , lazarus , salem , mordred , micah , samuel , jakob , elijah , constantine , omen , addam , christian , josiah , faith , genesis

PRNS ; holy / holys , dust / dusts , fog / fogs , saint / saints , null / nulls , devout / devouts , goth / gothic , ash / ashs , bleed / bleeds , cro / cross , lost / losts , scar / scars , rust / rusts , rot / rots , grave / graves , ink / inks , burn / burns , book / books , chill / chills , mist / mists , proph / prophet

TiTLES ; the false prophet , the accursed one , the charismatic priest , the unholy one , [X] who chants prayers , [X] who is trapped by fate , the lonely one , [X] who stands before god , the one adorned with rosaries , [X] who feeds lies , the sinner , [X] who is chosen by god , the bloodstained preacher , the corrupt one , [X] who is alone in an empty church

iDENTiTiES ; churchruinic , abandreligic , creepthedric , batgothredal , holycannibal , vessoulic , angelesque , religioustraumathing , crucifingelic , unwelcathedric , humanthing , decayedgender , unholyheretic , priestgoric

SEE ALSO ; carnivorous / eerie angel id pack

🦇 —— REQUESTED BY ; @peterstrahmspen

[ PT: religious rural gothic id pack

names;

prns;

titles;

identities; (links)

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[beansprean]

"So, how did Guillermo get started as Nandor's familiar?"

"Nadja and Nadjita Tell It"; my entry for the Rashomon-style AO3 collection "So How Did You Two Meet?"! Check out the other fic and art entries to see the other characters' perspectives!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of Nadja and Dolly wearing matching pinkish-red gowns with dark blue sleeves sitting side by side in armchairs in the foyer, stairs twisting up behind them, as they do a talking head. Nadja tosses her hands up and scowls, rolling her eyes, and says 'Guillermo? What was that, 80 years ago? How should I remember?' Dolly has an open pack of crayons tucked into the chair next to her and has a stack of paper as big as her torso in her hands. She scribbles on it with a red crayon and clicks her tongue dismissively, replying, 'I remember everything. Let me show you.' 1b. Tight shot of Dolly's eyes in extreme closeup in the foreground, Nadja waist-up in the background. Nadja turns toward Dolly with a frown, one hand held palm up beside her head, and points out gently, 'But you weren't even there, my sweet little piglet.' Dolly responds, eyes focused on her paper, 'Then tell me if I get anything wrong.' 1c. Medium shot from the front, focused on Dolly as she smiles and turns her paper around to show the camera a clumsy crayon drawing of the vampire mansion. Nadja leans on one arm of her chair and ducks her head to get a closer look. Dolly begins, her speech bubbles turning into gilded scrollwork, 'Once upon a time...' 1d. The panels are now parchment paper with crayon drawings. This one depicts Guillermo, his body made of a single circle with a head on top and stick arms and legs with little circles for hands and feet. There is a big frown on his face, and behind him is a house shape in green with double doors and a P on the front followed by ellipses. Dolly's voiceover continues: '...there was a sad, round little human man with broken eyes who had a job at... uh... P...Pan...' Nadja's speech bubble appears, now in curly pink script: 'I believe it was Panda Bread, agapoula mou.' Dolly: 'Ah, yes! He had the job making breads from the panda milk, one of the most lowly forms of human labor.' 1e. Repeat of the previous drawing, now with a few additions from Nadja with a pink crayon: the building is titled Panda Bread, Guillermo is holding a load of bread and has a tear in his eye, and arrows are pointing toward him reading 'sad' and 'virgin'. 1f. Drawing of Nandor, whose body is made in the same style but shaped like a triangle, kneeling on the ground and weeping loudly. Pink additions: smell lines, a long dick and balls between his legs, and text that reads 'Oh I am so lonely and I smell bad because my last familiar fell off the roof or some shit'. Dolly: 'Meanwhile on the Staten Island, there was also a pathetic, empty-headed buffoon of a vampire who spent every night crying about how lonely and smelly he was.' Nadja: 'That sounds right.' 1g. Dolly: 'And his beautiful housemate, Nadja-' Nadja: 'That sounds very right!' Dolly: '-kicked him in his ass and said 'Get out of here and don't come dragging your balls over this doorstep without a familiar to take care of you!' The page shows a slightly more detailed drawing of Nadja with full lips and long eyelashes and waves of glorious hair in a big fancy dress, arms and legs held straight out. Nandor, still crying, is crouched over in the foreground as one of her heeled feet kicks him in the butt and sends him flying. Pink additions: dick and balls on Nandor and text that reads 'owie my penis', larger boobs, earrings, rings, and fishnet stockings on Nadja and sparkles surrounding her entrance.

2a. A drawing, torn off on the bottom, showing Nandor standing with his arms out and mouth open in an O, hearts in his eyes as he sees Guillermo crouched by a crudely drawn panda with an udder, milking it into a bucket. Pink additions: Nandor's dick standing at attention, surrounded by hearts; Guillermo surrounded by stink lines and hearts. Dolly narrates: 'So the sad vampire went to the Panda Bread and found the delicious virgin. The vampire wanted to eat him immediately! But he had promised Nadja to bring back a familiar.' 2b. A drawing, torn off at the top, showing a series of Guillermos working: holding a loaf of fresh bread, sweeping the floor, and dusting the wall with his back to the viewer. Nandor stands nearby, pointing a finger in the air with a big grin as he gets an idea. Pink additions: stink lines and hearts around Guillermo, buttcheeks on the dusting Guillermo, Nandor's dick pointing straight up. Dolly's voiceover continues: 'And though he noticed that the virgin worked very hard, he smelled much too yummy-scrummy to bring home alive. So the vampire did the only thing he could do...' 2c. Briefly back in reality, a close up of Dolly smiling and holding up a paper with a single crayon drawing showing a naked Guillermo lying on the floor with his mouth wide open and his legs straight up, Nandor crouched between them. Pink additions: buttcheeks on Nandor, tit and a small dick and balls on Guillermo, text reading 'ooh ahh master' and 'i love you human man'. 2d. Drawing torn at the bottom showing Nandor and Guillermo, now dressed, holding hands and smiling in front of Nadja, who towers over them and gives them a thumbs up. Pink additions: hearts surrounding Nandor and Guillermo, limp dicks on them both, a crown, bat wings, rings, sparkles, bigger boobs, and fishnet stockings on Nadja. Dolly narrates: 'Once his cherry was thoroughly popped, the vampire brought his new familiar home for Nadja's approval.' 2e. Dolly's voiceover continues: 'And then she and her husband fucked all night with no weepy loser to interrupt them!' Drawing, torn at the top, of a naked Laszlo laying on his back on the ground smiling with his arms straight up in a cheer. Nadja, also naked, is straddling him backwards with her arms also up. Pink additions: hearts all around them, crowns and rings for them both, chest hair and tits for laszlo, tits and bush for Nadja along with bat wings, a crude interpretation of their genitals entwined, text by Laszlo reading 'i love my wife', text by Nadja reading 'finally i can be the little spoon'. Dolly's narration concludes with a fancy 'The End.' 2f. Back to reality; repeat of the first panel, wide shot of the foyer with Nadja and Dolly sitting beside each other. Dolly is proudly holding up the final drawing with a smile. Nadja grins at the camera, left elbow braced on the chair arm and idly twirling a blunt pink crayon in the air as she declares, 'Yeah, that was pretty much it. No notes.' /end ID

[psychsilk]

MARY SUE NPTS

[Pt: Mary sue npts /End Pt]

Based on this (link) !! ( btw i dont make npts often , this is my first )

NAMES﹐🌈

[Pt: names /End Pt]

Sakura ☆ , Mochi ☆ , Luna , Rainbow , Chaos , Willow , Ebony , Cake , Love-heart , Sparkle , Razor , Nina , Gloomy , Phantom , DJ , Sprinkle , Neon , Nyx , Blaze , Hunter , Onyx , Luci(fer) , Silver , Candy , Lilith , Aurora , Pixie , Chi-Chi ☆ , Ayano ☆ , Moe ☆ , Bon-Bon , Blitz , Storm , Rocket

☆ = While often used for ocs like this , these names are closed ! do not use them if your not Japanese.

PRONOUNS﹐🌈

[Pt: pronouns /End Pt]

sh☆/h☆r , h☆/h☆m , th☆y/th☆m , sh1/h3r , h3/h1m , th3y/th3m rainbow/rainbow , sparkle/sparkle , wing/wings , paw/paws , nya/nyan , pup/pups , bri/bright , dark/darks , blood/blood , vamp/vamps , bite/bite , neo/neon , kyuu/kyuu , glim/glimmer , gli/glitter , claw/claws 🌈/🌈s , 🐾/🐾s , ✨/✨s , ⭐/⭐s , 🔪/🔪s , 🎉/🎉s , 🩸/🩸s , ⚡/⚡s , 🪽/🪽s , 🎧/🎧s , 🥀/🥀s , 🎀/🎀s , 🧇/🧇s

TITLES﹐🌈

[Pt: titles /End Pt]

The one who everyone loves , The main character , The one with no flaws , [Prn] who has no flaws , [Prn] with neon fur / hair , The angel of darkness , [Prn] who cant be killed , The one who's eyes glow red , [name] the killer , [Prn] who plays god , The lone wolf , The cutest character , [Prn] who is unbeatable , The Angel + Demon hybrid , [Animal or creature] Hybrid , Child of [Whatever char you want] , [Char]'s only lover , [Char]'s Fan girl/boy , The cat girl/boy , The sparkle dog / cat , The one with every power / ability

Some of these titles are based on character fangirls , they technically count :)

Tagging: @id-pack-archive @nqvo @zombmelukitty

[pupsmailbox]

DEER︰FAWN ID PACK

NAMES︰ alex. alexei. alexin. alice. alix. alyx. anais. antler. ash. aspen. atlas. axel. bailey. bambi. bambie. barnie. benny. berkeley. birch. bonnie. bonny. buck. buckley. butch. cedar. cervus. chevrette. clover. cotton. daffodil. daisy. daphne. deerette. doe. elkkie. elowen. faline. fawn. fern. fike. finn. finnley. forest. forêt. ginger. glee. haiden. hawthorne. hayden. hazel. helios. helix. hellfire. holly. honey. jasper. juniper. lexus. lilith. lily. luca. lucha. luci. lucia. lucifer. lucifus. lucius. lucy. luka. lukas. maple. meadow. melody. oak. oakly. olive. petunia. primrose. rafan. raiden. rampage. rayaan. rayden. rein. riot. roe. sage. scout. sprout. trax. trevor. tucker. violet. vixen. willow.

PRONOUNS︰ ae/aer. ant/ler. antler/antler. ash/ash. berry/berry. branch/branche. buck/buck. ce/cer. clove/clove. cross/cross. curse/curse. daisy/daisy. deer/deer. demon/demon. devil/devil. dirt/dirt. doe/doe. dust/dust. escape/escape. evil/evil. fae/faer. faun/faun. fawn/fawn. fern/fern. fir/fir. for/forest. h…/h…m. hazel/hazel. hex/hex. hide/hide. hol/holly. hoof/hoof. horn/horn. hurt/hurt. hy/hym. limp/limp. lone/lone. lost/lost. pine/pine. riot/riot. ruin/ruin. run/run. scare/scare. sh…/h…r. shock/shock. shy/hyr. shy/shy. stab/stab. stag/stag. stalk/stalk. stare/stare. th…y/th…m. thy/thym. wild/wild. 🌱 . 🌲 . 🌿 . 🍁 . 🍂 . 🏔 . 🏞 . 🦌 .

[r0ttenhearts]

Say Something

scaramouche x roommate!reader

angst, no comfort, situationship

you sighed, hearing the muffled shouts of scaramouche in the other room. he was in a call with his friends, you presumed, playing another one of their games they were heavily into.

you couldn’t help but feel lonely at the sound of it.

you brought your knees up to your chest as you sat at your desk, burying your face into your knees as you sighed to yourself. just a week ago, you two were as close as could be. sharing meals together, hanging out on the couch together watching whatever mundane thing was airing on the tv, stargazing together.

it was a simple, yet close life with him. and now that it was gone you yearned for it more than ever.

your heart clenched at the memory of why this even happened. you two had gotten into an argument, again, screaming at each other to the point of your tears.

“you think i’m so bad, don’t you (y/n)? if i was so terrible, your friends would pull you away from me but they haven’t. no one gives a fuck about you, i promise you. id be the last person on earth to EVER help you if you came to me crying.”

in a way, he was right. your friends had slowly backed away the closer you had gotten to him. was it a result of scaramouche scaring them away, or of them no longer wanting to associate with you? you figured it was both so you tried not to mind it as much as the isolation bothered you, remembering his remark of “if they cared for you they’d still be here, i care for you, i’m still here.” it seemed like a bitter lie now.

though you two fought, he had stopped you from packing your things, mumbling words of remorse as he held you from behind. “forever friends.” was all he said once you stopped your hasty movements of shoving your clothes into a backpack.

that seemed like forever ago as he turned cold in a matter of days. his one word replies when you’d ask him something, or the way he’d ignore your knocks at his door for dinner.

it was as if he wasn’t there at all.

your heart felt numb as you let your legs rest under your desk, mindlessly clicking on your monitor screen as you attempted to find something to fill your time with. your breath caught in your throat as you glanced at scaramouches status in the corner of your friends list on discord.

in party

5/5

your eyes narrowed at the numbers as you shut your computer off, not wanting to see what you already knew. you picked your phone up, a sinking feeling in your heart as you saw no notifications. you didn’t know why you were so bothered by it, knowing you talked to no one besides scaramouche, outside of his friends occasionally texting you to ask him to get on if he was busy.

your feet slowly trudged to your bed as you let yourself fall onto your bed as silent tears slipped down your face.

“i miss you.” you whispered to yourself, not bothering to pick up your phone as you heard it clatter to the floor.

you curled up into a ball, hugging yourself as you sobbed, no longer caring if scaramouche could hear.

not like he’d care, anyway.

you remembered his warmth as he held you the way you were currently hugging yourself, his warm lips pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder after another night of tangled limbs and pressing highs.

you sobbed harder, wishing he was next to you, wishing it could go back to how it used to be.

“please.. just say something to me.”

[acronym-chaos]

Martin Blackwood (TMA) ID Pack

[PT: Martin Blackwood (TMA) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Alice, Alistair, Arthur, Aubrey, Benedict, Brooke, Caroline, Cedric, Clara, Clementine, Collette, Daniel, Edith, Edmund, Emory, Finn, Francis, Gabriel, Gray, Heidi, Henry, Isaac, Ivy, Julian, Juniper, Kai, Laura, Lawrence, Mila, Mildred, Miles, Nathaniel, Odette, Oliver, Patrick, Quentin, Robert, Samuel, Sol, Sophie, Theodore, Vincent, Violet, Wendy, William

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Arch / Archive / Archives, Bre / Brew / Brews, Ca / Care / Cares, Fog / Fogs / Fogs, Gentle / Gentles / Gentles, Lone / Lonely / Lones, Po / Poem / Poems, Qui / Quiet / Quiets, Sol / Isol / Isols [Isolation], Watch / Watches / Watchs, Whis / Per / Pers [Whisper], Wisp / Wisps / Wisps, Wo / Wor / Word

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Who Fights the Loneliness Within, [Pronoun] Whose Silence Speaks Volumes, A Soul Lost to the Lonely, A Voice of Comfort, One Who Seeks Connection, The [Noun] Who Faded Into the Fog, The Archivist's Quiet Partner, The Gentle Presence Among the Stacks, The Quiet Heart of the Archives, The Soft-Spoken One

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by @ineffable-brainrot

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[saturnisfallingdown]

S.B. Ley – 'Americana as Drag'

[ID: A free form poem, reading "Patriotism was never quite our thing in this age, but it’s something different from that when you’re peeling off the asphalt, peeling it back layer by layer; until it’s just miles of warm highway winds against your skin, more so than habitable land. You haven’t gone to church since you were a kid but you admit you still think about praying sometimes, when we pass under the house-sized crosses that’ve made their homes on lonely hills. Flannel bundles around your shoulders and I offer to split a six-pack with someone I love. It’s uncomfortably warm. A few too many people around us have guns,

and the land surrounding you from coast to coast is so massive, seismic, cosmic, when you’re right in the center of it you feel as if it could swallow you whole if you don’t keep on your toes. And you know there’s eons worth of history directly beneath them that you’ll never learn, but you can’t think about that too long, cause that’ll swallow you up too. You’re only a visitor, and it won’t let you forget. So you ignore it and pull into the nearest chain diner and ‘cheers,’ you grin, ‘let’s split a breakfast plate’." End ID]