#this game has me on chokehold for the past week

[dapotatoauthor]

I apologize (maybe) to my followers that had their newsfeed be covered with me reblogging fanfics from Blooming Panic (*ahem*nakedtoaster*ahem*) IT HAS TAKEN OVER MY MIND I CAN'T HELP IT AAAAAAAAAAAA

[pastelsketches64]

Oh boy, I sure do love drawing funny little guys!💜🦝💬

[starrwrrld]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/ paste this ask to your favorite mutuals 💌🖤 ily!!!!!

asdfghjksd thank you for this lav! <3

i love you more btw

my favourite playlist is one that has the potential to absolutely wreck tf outta me.

anyways,

Life After Life - Elijah Woods

Run - Hozier

This Town - Niall Horan

Notice Me - ROLE MODEL (feat. BENEE)

Painkiller - Ruel

Mwah <3

[kyuujo]

↳ check yes or no

↳ sae itoshi x fem!reader ↳ sfw ↳ influencer!reader, established relationship, hidden(ish) relationship, going public, language, fluff + crack(?), jealous!sae, kissing on livestream, slight possessiveness, shat outta my ass ngl, my writing

↳ 1.3k words

↳ i’m sorry sae has me in a chokehold (i love it harder pls) and this little brain bug just randomly slid into my skull sooooo here it is! thank you all so much for reading and i hope you enjoy dahlings! <3

(y/u/n)fan1998: welcome back lovely!

switterz: good to see you again! hope ur feeling better!

emi44578: i missed you so much!

a smile pulled at your lips and your chest warmed at the multitude of messages flooding your livestream. your throat was still a little sore, but thankfully your stomach had stopped rolling the day prior, and you’d been fever free for twenty-four hours. you didn’t feel completely better, but you felt well enough to at least start a small stream.

“aw, thank you guys so much.” you croaked, voice slightly groggy and thick. “i’m feeling a bit better, but as you can probably hear, i’m not outta the woods yet.”

once more, messages flooded your screen, so fast that you could hardly catch more than a mere glimpse of one before it was pushed up by another. your fans seemed to be extremely pleased by your online appearance, and it made you so happy despite the sickness still weighing down your body.

you hated having to take time off, especially unexpectedly.

the chat slowed to a comfortable trickle as you dived into the events of the past week, starting off with how you even got sick in the first place. you had to tweak the truth a bit — after all, you couldn’t exactly tell your audience that you’d caught a cold by attending your boyfriend’s game alongside a snotty, congested child.

“… this kid was sneezing all over the place, and the mother didn’t even care to wipe his nose or the things he sneezed on. it was so gross.” you complained, receiving a fair share of agreements and sympathies from your viewers.

it was as you were berating the mothering skills of a complete stranger when something familiar caught your eye. a username followed by a simple message, one you’d seen time and time again.

(y/n)husband1: (y/n) will you go out with me? check yes or no

you forced out a small laugh and shook your head as you addressed the message. your skin felt tight suddenly, that username always putting you off just slightly.

“i’m afraid i’m going to have to check ‘no.’ i’m in a very happy relationship.” the same answer you gave every time.

there was a flurry of comments again, some berating the user who had even typed a message like that and others calling out cap on your statement. you were fairly used to that; you’d never even shown sae on camera before, so your relationship was as good as hearsay to your viewers.

“okay, let’s just calm down.” you chipped out, barely suppressing a cough that threatened to rip through your throat. “i’ll need to take some more medicine soon, so i don’t have very long. let’s do some q and a before i go.”

thirty minutes later and over two dozen questions answered, you finally said goodbye to your viewers and clicked off the livestream. your shoulders sagged with relief instantly, and you let out a small sigh.

“how’d it go?”

you startled at the sudden intrusion to your thoughts. sae’s voice was a smooth, seemingly uninterested rumble. you calmed your racing heart and hummed as you stood from your chair, raising your arms up to stretch out your stiff torso.

“not bad at all. they weren’t mad at me, at least.”

sae rolled his eyes as you ambled to his side, his arm immediately sliding around your hip as he guided you to the sitting quarters.

“so what if they were? the feelings and thoughts of insignificant strangers aren’t important.”

you clapped your palm over his chest gently and shushed him. sae was always blunt like this; but his words did remind you of something.

“oh. that reminds me. (y/n)husband1 struck again.”

you know you didn’t imagine the way sae’s fingers tightened on your hip. was it wrong that you took some pleasure in that? maybe.

“what did they say this time?” sae murmured a bit tightly.

you huffed and rolled your eyes. “the same thing they always say. ‘(y/n) will you go out with me? check yes or no.’”

“it’s incredible they don’t already have a girlfriend, what with that irresistible smooth talk.” sae quipped, pulling a giggle from your throat. you shook your head and wrapped your arm around his rib cage, stumbling slightly from the awkward position.

“let’s just go find a movie, baby.” you suggested, your statement quickly garnering sae’s agreement. cuddles late into the night were always your favorite; and you had a feeling they were sae’s too.

three days later, you were completely recovered and back to your usual streaming schedule. your viewers were quite happy with the development, and for the most part, it was smooth sailing.

well, except for the occasional whirlpool conjured by the appearance of (y/n)husband1. they seemed to strike when you least expected it, and always with the same stupid question — the same stupid question that earned the same stern answer.

even your viewers seemed to be becoming irate by it, as they expressed their distaste on multiple occasions.

switterz: why dont u just block them from your streams? they’re annoying!

(y/u/n)fan1998: yea they’re clogging up the chat log all the time! and harassing u!

you wet your lips and said, slightly timidly, “well, technically, they aren’t breaking any rules guys. the best thing to do is simply ignore them, like i do.”

a majority of the chat seemed to disagree, but you weren’t wrong in what you said; though they spammed the same message again and again, they technically weren’t breaking any of the rules you had set in place during your first few streams.

suddenly, as if on the drop of a hat, the chat began to flood with a different topic — one that seemed to have taken over the controversy of (y/n)husband1 entirely.

switterz: SAE FCKIN ITOSHI????

emi44578: why is sae itoshi in ur house?!!?!?????

jackerquack: WTF HELLO SAE

user193949294: DONT TELL ME YOUR BF IS SAE ITOSHI!!!!

usererror404: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE THERES NO WAY

“what—?”

“i have to agree with the chat. you should block them.”

you swiveled around in your chair only to nearly touch noses with sae. your eyes widened and your lips popped open. what the hell was he doing? wasn’t his pr manager the one that insisted his relationship with you stay underwraps? just what was even happening?

there were hundreds of questions you wanted to ask, but in your pure shock you simply could work any past your lips; sae blinked once, then twice, before turning his eyes to the monitor in front of you.

“for those who have been wondering if she’s in a relationship, she is. with me. so no more harassment, or lying accusations.”

your heart was literally racing in your chest, your entire body frozen. sae was acting completely normal, as if he hadn’t just gone against every wish of his pr manager. you didn’t feel scared, per se, but the only emotion you could liken what you felt to was fear.

“demonking12 says they don’t believe it.” sae observed smoothly, eyes skimming down the chat. “and there’s some others who second that…”

you couldn’t even look at your screen — your eyes were glued to sae. how could he be so calm right now?!

sae turned to meet your stare of disbelief, and your stomach rolled when his lips quirked into the smallest, most mischievous smirk you’d ever seen grace his features.

“should we prove it?”

“um, what—?” you couldn’t even finish your blubbering before sae leaned in quickly and captured your lips with his — right in 4k!

the kiss wasn’t messy, or even sultry in nature, but it had your nerves lighting up and your cheeks flaring. sae’s lips were soft, warm, and almost commanding — it lasted a total of three seconds, but it was long enough to have your legs feeling weak.

sae pulled away but left just enough space between the two of you that you could see the sly swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip — as if he were collecting remnants of your taste.

“i’m pretty sure you’ve met your hour stream goal; time to entertain me, now.”

thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are by no means required but are so greatly appreciated! <33

[trulyhblue]

My Girl

Hayley Raso x Barcelona! Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, drinking, sport rivals, coarse language.

A/N — this photo of her after the Chelsea vs RMA CL game has me in a chokehold. A short but sweet one <3

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You met Hayley in a drunken embrace, breathing in the earthy chill that contrasted the firey ambience of the club.

You hadn't been starting for your Childhood team for a couple of weeks now, only just making the starting eleven today you went above and beyond in training. Barcelona was your home. You grew up in the city, raised with a football by your feet, and had been a part of the club for as long as you could remember. You were one of the many girls among the team who had never experienced life outside of the Spanish League, with no eminent efforts of changing that anytime soon. You had made your debut at seventeen, and over these past few years, you were lucky enough to see the team expand into one of the greatest women’s team in the world — arguably even the best.

While this came with certain bragging rights, and of course the utmost pride for the club, the safety and security that came with your position on the team were always at stake. Unlike other teams, Barcelona were ongoing in their endeavours to keep their players on their toes in regard to their contracts. This was most apparent in girls like you, who had been at Barca your whole life.

It was a constant battle to the top, but maintaining your status there was harder. You loved football. It was your passion, your dream, but it was also your career — a very demanding one, at that.

You had met Hayley in England when you were visiting Manchester to catch up with your close friend Ona. Ona was at United, thriving at the club in streaks, but her contract was ending with the reds. You were one of the first to know about the girl’s transfer to your club. You were so, so excited.

It was nearing the end of the season, the Manchester Derby being the game you watched, but you couldn't help but catch the eye of one of the girls on the opposite team.

Her name was Hayley, you knew that from the ribbon in her hair and the curls that fell from her flimsy bun. You watched her intently throughout the game, unable to peel your eyes off the woman as she threaded the ball in and out of her position on the wing. As a Winger yourself, you were able to easily admire her skill, despite the fact that you were in fact rooting for the other team. You were quick to make yourself known to her after the game, and everything sort of hit it off from there.

Hayley was kind. Her heart was full of gold, and her precious person was something you fell in utter love with. She made you laugh like no one else. She had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and thought of even if there were a million different things going on around you that looked to be more important. The two of you didn't even think about the physical distance that you’d have to face. The instant connecting made it impossible to break the bond you immediately had.

After a couple of weeks of talking back and forth, you had found yourself hopelessly enamoured with the Australian.

Ona announced her move to Barca in June, and your national team was preparing for the long and apprehensive task of the World Cup. Before, you thought yourself very lucky to be playing in such an important tournament with such talented played. You still think this now, but after meeting Hayley, all thoughts turned to the idea of being in the same country for a whole month together.

Obviously, you did not have much time to spend. Winning the World Cup was a dream come true. It was everything you had ever dreamed of. But your heart was yearning for only one thing.

Hayley had asked you to be your girlfriend on the day you were due back to Spain. Her surprising announcement to Real Madrid just before the Cup was nothing of a shock to you. While you played for the rival team — and maybe, sort of tried to convince the girl to try for Barca — you were over the moon that she was so much closer to you.

Now, months later, you were spending your evening in a bar with Aitana and Keira slung to your hip, slurring your words as you searched for your phone. The Barca girls were in Madrid after a critical match against Atletico Madrid, meaning the next few days were going to be by your Australian’s side.

“Ugh, calling the enemy, I see.” Keira quipped, rolling her eyes. Aitana giggled from beside her, watching your sluggish motions with a smug countenance.

You ignored their antics, ignoring their jokes and finding your girlfriend's contact on your phone. You didn't even register how it took a few seconds for her to pick up, but you realised she had been waiting by the sound of her keys.

“Heyyyyy, Hay.” You splattered, pulling down an inch of your heightening skirt. “Miss you so much, Babyyy.”

“Hello, darling.” You heard your girlfriend chuckle. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” You asked. You flipped Keira off when she mocked your whines.

“For me to pick you up, Darling.” Hayley replied.

“Hm,” You pondered for a moment, trying to remember why you wanted to call Hayley in the first place. “I'm in a bar, Hay.”

“I know. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Nooo, I've had no drinks.” You whined, pulling yourself up from the secluded corner you and the girls were nurturing. “Why are you calling?”

If you were shit-faced drunk right now, you would've caught onto the Aussie’s continuous patience, and the endearment in her tone as she talked to you.

“You called me, Babygirl.” She spoke, her side of the phone quiet in contrast to the blaring music you were surrounded by. “Maybe it's time for me to pick you up?”

“You can't pick me up, Ribbon.” you giggled, the fond nickname rolling off your tongue in second nature. “You're at home. I'm at a club.”

“Oh, yes, my mistake, Darling,” she responded quickly. Hayley was already driving to your location having been waiting for this call all night. You didn't know this, but she was slightly envious of your team taking you away. While you both lived in the same country now, it was still at least a five-hour drive between Madrid and Barcelona. Furthermore, it wasn't often that teams would stay after away games, so it frustrated her knowing you were spending time with a team you spent every day with when you could be with her.

“I'm on my way now, okay?” She said to the phone, knowing that despite the silence you were waiting for her to guide the conversation. “Do any of the girls need a lift?”

You gave a quick glance over to the group you were with. Alexia was scolding Mapi downing shots. Ona was trying to force water down Aitana’s throat, and Keira was just singing at the top of her lungs, swaying to the beat of the music.

“No, Alexia is here.” You put it simply. Everyone knew that if Alexia was near, everyone would be getting home safe.

Hayley must've heard you from over the music since she hummed back. “Alright then,” She answered, turning the corner towards the club. “I want you to go tell Keira or someone that you're leaving so they know you're going.”

You ran a hand through your hair, crossing your arms over your chest in silent rebuttal. “Keira’s drunk, Hayley.”

“Okay, then don't tell her, tell Aitana.”

“Oh, erm— she's drunk too.”

You could hear the girl’s sigh. “Put Alexia on the phone please, Baby.”

You did as you were told, handing the phone to your captain without managing to explain why you did so. The older woman shared a solemn conversation with your girlfriend before hanging up the call and turning to Ingrid.

With Keira and Aitana yelling out goodbyes, the Norwegian woman held the small of your back, leading you out of the club to make sure you did so without error.

“Love you, Ingrid.” You muttered, holding the back of the girl’s top as she led the two of you out.

“Love you too, Precioso.” She replied, smiling at your dazed expression before finding Hayley’s car pull up beside you. You watched your girlfriend walk out towards you, giving your teammate a slightly awkward, but grateful nod as you breathed in her familiar scent.

“Hey, Hay.” You gasped, grasping onto Hayley’s sweater in replacement of Ingrid.

“Hey, sweet girl.” She uttered, opening the passenger door, aiding your balance as you trampled in.

You made sure to give one last look at Ingrid, smiling as big as you could. “Love you, Ingrid. Miss you so so so so much.”

“Miss you too, y/n/n. See you soon.”

You found yourself relaxing in the passenger seat as Hayley drove off. Her hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small, wistful circles as you hummed a quiet tune.

When you finally arrived home, Hayley helped you take off your makeup, taking off your shoes, and slotting her Matildas trackies and one of her old Portland Thorns shirts over the top of you. You were like putty in her grip, letting her lead you to the bed without a second to protest, engulfing the cool climate of the sheets.

“I'm ‘gonna go get some water and paracetamol for you, Darling. Do you want anything else?”

Your girlfriend held out her hand, lightly stroking the baby hairs that had fallen from her pony and onto her face.

“Do we have any food?” you asked, knowing the answer already but feeling the need to ask anyway.

The Australian nodded and walked out of her bedroom, taking a few minutes to collect everything she needed. When coming back, she noticed the furrow in between your eyebrows. The drunken endeavours of the night were inevitably going to catch up to you and Hayley knew you were starting to release that when you happily accepted the water and medicine in a few gulps.

Once the two of you had settled back into bed, with Hayley changing into her pyjamas, you had almost forgotten about your prior request when you heard the ruffle of a packet sound from beside you.

Your head shot up, eyes darting to the yellow cardboard box and concealed package within it. Hayley’s arm had found its way across your waist, pulling you into her side as she let the scent of the food waft into the space.

You laughed at Hayley’s look of delight — two Cheddar Shapes already popping into the girl’s mouth.

“Where did you get these?” You asked, watching Hayley’s devious smile widen.

“Fan gave them to me.” She replied, shoving three more into her mouth.

You two shared a still and silence as you cracked away at the biscuits one at a time. Madrid had fallen into a quiet city — no longer filled with the connotations of noise and light, the wholesome bubble of your bedroom filling the enmity of home for the night.

“You're so cute, ribbon.” you quipped, glancing over the blush that had dusted your girlfriend’s cheeks. Hayley pulled you closer, the box of the Aussie snack hushed off the bed.

You felt the warmth of her embrace overwhelm you into fatigue, the combination of one another's love steering you two into an eternity of solitude.

“You are too, my girl.”

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[sharkboywrites]

Sooo fun news: I now write for Baldur’s Gate 3, so if any trans, male, autistic, and/or disabled fans want to send in a request for a fic, feel free!

Super exited to be adding this to my list because this game has had me in a complete chokehold for the past few weeks and I’ve noticed a lack of male readers or any type of diverse reader. If the content will not come to me I will make it myself goddamnit!

Always love y’all mwah

[lunatic-pudge]

General Medic Headcanons (Requested by poker_face_12)

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Am happy to be putting some TF2 stuff out. It was feeling wrong giving Postal so much attention and not TF2. I'm also thinking about writing some stuff for Duke Nukem. I know there's not really an audience out there but he and Nick from L4D2 have been holding me in a chokehold recently

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SFW:

-My baby boy, Medic, I feel like I don't give him enough attention.

-I promise, he isn't as crazy as you think he is. Maybe. He does care about his teammates, he'll never admit it though. Always trying to make sure they take care of themselves. Sometimes it can feel a bit preachy, but he means well, truly, he does. You just gotta look past his "I'm the doctor and know what's best" attitude. But he tends to neglect listening to his own advice, like the hypocrite he is

-I'm 85% confident he has a jar of lollipops in his lab. He sometimes has to use them as a bribe, and other times as a reward, but they're actually for him cause he has an insatiable sweet tooth. That sweet tooth of his will be the cause of his downfall also. He get rather excited when Pyro bakes, cause homie knows how to make some amazing hard candy and cakes. Pyro has even made Medic a cake for his birthday, and now Py gets special treatment when in for checkups and experiments

-Loves traveling. He's a nerdy German tourist and would clear out a gift shop if given the opportunity. When, he has time, he likes to go out and travel a bit. He's so nerdy when he's out and about, it's adorable. Probably takes Heavy with him as well cause why not

-God, this man would be petty for no reason. Also very good at holding a grudge. Ain't no way this man gonna forget what Scout did to him 3 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days ago. He will forever hold that against him. I think Medic is just being a drama queen, but that's just me. It can be hard to make it up to him. The best way is to spoil him in desserts. Only then will he CONSIDER letting the grudge go.

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NSFW:

-Medic is one horny merc. Practically ready to have a little bit of fun. He's very good at hiding it, though. It's dangerous, man. Once you sleep with this man, you'll never be the same (the medussy be crazy)

-I also wouldn't out it past him to have some rather intimate moments with each merc. Nothing full on sexual, but it most certainly borders on that line. I blame it on him being fine as fuck. He really is one of the most attractive mercs (they all are but work with me here), and combine that with the German accent, not even someone like Spy could fight the charm Medic has

-Also one kinky motherfucker. This man is willing to try almost anything and everything. Some of his kinks are doctor/patient roleplay, blood, needles, BDSM (huge sadist with a little bit of masochism in him), bodily fluids, thighs (especially think ones in thigh high stockings), high heels, whips, restraints, biting/marking, and sounding to name a few.

-Man's a freak and I love him for it

-He's very much a dom, rarely will he ever be a sub. When he's a sub, he's such a brat. He likes to be so defiant cause he lives for the punishments he'll recieve. He knows the type of games he's playing. Sly bastard

(That's all I got for now. Will post more when I get ideas)

[tsukimefuku]

The broken idealist: Higuruma Hiromi

SatoSugu is canon and I can prove it

.˳·˖ HIGURUMA SENSEI +18! (fluff, romance, comedy, smut) mlist | higuruma hiromi, a brilliant professor who teaches Criminal Law and Criminal Procedure Law, is known among students and other faculty members for being a little... peculiar. Since you dream of becoming a criminal lawyer, you'll definitely have to endure his antics for a while - but, considering the odd charm he has, maybe it won't be as hard as you expected.

.˳·˖ JUJUTSU PARTNERS CANON DIVERGENCE AU +18! (multi-genre) mlist | collection of stories. canon divergent alternate universe where reader is a jujutsu sorcerer that ends up working for jujutsu high alongside nanami kento and higuruma hiromi.

.˳·˖ THE WORLD IS A WINDMILL (angst) mlist | a series of short drabbles (semi character studies) of jjk characters (yuuji, nobara, nanami and higuruma) based off of the song “o mundo é um moinho” from the brazilian musician and poet, cartola. 🇧🇷

.˳·˖ SAND AND SNOW (murder/mystery, action, canon typical violence) mlist | in the past few weeks, there have been multiple deaths in Odate city. Nanami Kento, a first-grade sorcerer, is dispatched to investigate the snowy city, unaware that this would be his final mission as a Jujutsu High’s student.

.˳·˖ NANAMI KENTO

4:00 A.M. (angst): nanami is your ex and calls you just before dawn to hear your voice.

Voice kink +18! (smut): suggestive drabble thanks to kenjiro tsuda’s voice and the chokehold it has on me.

Voice kink the reckoning +18! (smut): sequel to voice kink, in which nanami keeps teasing you even in the throes of it.

Blunt trauma (villain!nanami) +18! (angst, canon typical violence, smut): your mission is to execute a curse user. the issue? said curse user is nanami kento, your former high school classmate and the man who you still secretly love.

Be good for me and… +18! (smut): smutty office drabble, prompt based.

3rd of July (fluff, comedy, suggestive): you surprise Nanami on his birthday after some undeserved teasing. collab work.

Scarred Nanami head canons (fluff, comfort, smut): Nanami has you on his side to deal with the aftermath of Shibuya.

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.˳·˖ HIGURUMA HIROMI

Whimperer +18! (fluff, suggestive): you wondered why hiromi always seemed to not be enjoying himself fully in bed, and the answer is definitely not something you expected.

de-stressing the lawyer +18! (smut) - your husband hiromi is pretty stressed, so you decide to help him out by giving him head under his desk.

In another life (angst) - what if reader met higuruma briefly before the culling games.

drowsy proposal (fluff) - silly fluffy drabble with sleepy higu.

kintsugi (fluff) - Higuruma, former lawyer, curse user, and reformed jujutsu sorcerer tries to make sense of what his life has become after the war is finally over.

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.˳·˖ HIGUNANA X READER

jujutsu sorcery, and how the legacy stays alive +18! (fluff, suggestive) - a take on what would happen if the throuple's daughter wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

Daddies (fluff) - hiromi is trying to feed his infant daughter, but failed to realize no one can really reason their way out with babies.

Stop teasing +18! (smut) - You and Nanami decide to edge Hiromi to the verge of tears. Prompt based.

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.˳·˖ KUSAKABE ATSUYA

lollipop kiss (fluff, comedy) - your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.

oh, you like that? +18! (smut) - smutty prompt drabble with hair pulling and soft dom kusa.

.˳·˖ NANAMI KENTO

Love language (fluff)

Kitchen fluff (fluff)

Scarred Nanami head canons (fluff, comfort, smut)

Babysitting (fluff)

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.˳·˖ HIGURUMA HIROMI

don't cry, my love (fluff)

all by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost.

[brackenfrond]

So the Dragon Age: The Veilguard has had me in a chokehold for the past week or so to the point where I have restarted my Canon Origins playthrough for the vibes. Also I may or may not have bought some of the books but that is neither here nor there.

I did, however, get Tevinter Nights to learn a bit more about Lucanis. Mary Kirby said he was written as a disaster and honestly that's my type.

After reading The Wigmaker Job, he has shown his colours as even more my type. So. I guess I'll be romancing him first when the game eventually comes out.

[berryhobii]

I also have another drabble idea! (i'm the same anon from the last ask, I hope I'm not asking for too much)

I can imagine the Late for work couple being really playful and cheeky when it comes to who initiates sex first. Could you do a drabble where they do No Nut November? Like, them competing to see who can last more without touching the other one and overall sex (and both of them trying to seduce each other than order to win)

That's everything from me. Thank you so so so much sweetheart

Thanks so much for the request!! I kept rewriting this because I was making it WAY too long but I think I’ll still post the longer version with more backstory and everything soon. The way I described Jungkook in this is definitely inspired by Seven ft Latto! The gold chain has me in a chokehold!! Enjoy!💜

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Jungkook was gripping his controller hard enough to break. He tried so hard to stay focused on the television but how could he when you were walking around the house in the skimpiest robe known to man? Why the hell was that even considered clothing?

The navy blue robe was practically see through. He could just barely see your nipples, the dark areolas beckoning his mouth and fingers to pinch and lick at them. Your thigh tattoo was on display, looking shiny and vivid from the body oil you had applied after your bath. This past week, you had done all of your pampering—nails done, a fresh wax, and you had given yourself some knotless boho braids that looked absolutely divine on you.

He loved seeing how much more confident you got after completing your princess treatment. He always thought you were gorgeous but you just hit different after you got all dolled up.

Something else was hitting different too. His frustration.

You hummed as you moved around the living room, wiping down surfaces and adjusting things that didn’t even need to be touched. He knew you were doing this on purpose. Why else would you be fake cleaning right as he tried to play his games? It wasn’t even Sunday.

He tried to focus back on the screen, eyes stinging from not looking at you.

“Accidentally” dropping something, you bent over right in front of him and the sight almost made him choke on his tongue.

You weren’t wearing any panties! Your bare cunt was on display, the folds glistening from your natural wetness, thighs bare and needing hickies all over them caused by his mouth.

Fuck! You knew how much he loved eating your pussy and you were practically waving it in front of his face. You tease!

Growling, he quickly stood to his feet and rushed out of the room to go take his millionth cold shower in the past several days.

You smirked when you heard him rush off, body burning from the excitement. You almost had him. You’d have to up the ante next time.

This bet was your idea. After you and Jungkook had gotten into a small scuffle over who was the horniest between you, you decided to challenge him. November had barely been a week away and the bet was too tempting not to offer. Never one to back down from an opportunity to gloat, Jungkook accepted before blowing your back out as a punishment for teasing him.

The bet was on.

~

Jungkook had arrived home from the gym a little while ago, showering and grabbing a light snack before he started dinner. You had texted him a little while ago saying you were on your way home from work.

You always came home stressed after work and you texted him earlier complaining that someone ate your lunch which meant you were probably cranky as hell right now.

Perfect.

He started chopping vegetables as he waited for you, eventually hearing the beeping of the keypad by the door. He paused for a moment, hearing your huffs and grumbles as you took off your shoes.

“Baby! You won’t believe what happened at work today!” You slammed your purse down on the counter, not even looking at him and beginning to pace the room. He turned around to lean against the counter, arms folded and eyes amusedly watching you.

“First, Suhyun spilled coffee all over my work laptop! Then someone ate my lunch and stole my lunch bag! You know the purple one with my name rhinestoned on it? Yeah! That one. Then my heel broke so I had to super glue it back on and if that’s not horrible then-“

Your rambling was cut off when you finally turned to look at your husband, words getting caught in your throat at the absolute marvel that you were devoted to for the rest of your life.

Shirtless. Tattooed. Hair tied up. Sweats low on his hips and bulge pressing against them. And your favorite gold chain around his throat. You’ve had your hardest orgasms with that chain dangling in your face.

Swallowing to wet your dry throat, you stuttered out, “uh…..hi.”

He smirked. You were so easy.

“Hey princess. Welcome home. How was your day?”

You held your lips together, knowing that if you spoke, you’d beg him to pick you up and fuck you right in this kitchen.

He pushed himself from the counter, 3 steps bringing him to you but each one made your pussy clench. Once he was standing close to you, you formed your hands into fists, hard enough to make your nails hurt. His soap smelled so good and droplets of water were dripping from his hair and down his chest.

You wanted to lick it off.

“You aren’t going to give your husband a welcome home kiss?” He asked, rolling his lip piecing with his tongue.

Son of a bitch.

Jungkook didn’t like your lack of response so his large hand reached out to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you right into his body. You could feel his bulge on your leg, your hands resting on his pecs. Oh no….

“You feel so tense. Are you okay? Do you want me to do anything about it?” His low voice itched your brain in the best of ways.

You wrenched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the building feeling in your lower belly. You considered it both a blessing and a curse that you had such a hot piece of ass for a husband. A blessing because he was your personal eye candy that no one else could touch and a curse because you currently couldn’t throw your feet behind your ears and have him pound you through the kitchen table.

“No. I won’t lose.”

He smirked, delivering a swift slap to your ass that caused a broken moan to come from you. You could feel his erection starting to grow just as fast as your walls were slicking up.

“Come on, princess. Let’s end this.” His other hand trailed up the front of your blouse, popping the buttons to reveal your heaving breasts. You melted into his touch as he began pressing kisses to your cheeks and neck, nipping at your skin.

You’ve been so touched starved. You two haven’t even been cuddling like you used to with all the sexual tension. And now he was standing here looking like a thanksgiving meal and this stupid bet was telling you that you couldn’t ride his face?

Ughhhhhhhh.

You should pull away but his hands and mouth felt like bliss on your skin.

Jungkook suddenly pulled away, your whine getting caught in your throat when he flipped you around, pushing your back so that you were bent over one of the stools by the kitchen island. With deft hands, he pulled up your skirt, groaning when your heady scent hit his nose.

“Fuck I love your pussy.” Wasting no time, he dove in, sucking at your clit over your soaked panties. You moaned out, reaching behind you to grab at his hair.

You were so desperate that just a few licks already had you feeling close. No! You couldn’t lose! But his tongue felt soooooo good.

Eventually, your panties were too much of a hindrance for him. Grabbing the thin material, he harshly pulled at them until they ripped right off of you. You gasped at his show of strength. Normally it would make you angry but you couldn’t think about that when his tongue was back on your clit.

Jungkook licked and slurped up all of your juices, sucking at your clit and pulling the most desperate of noises from you. Your squeals fueled his own desperation, his mouth working overtime to bring you closer to the edge.

Your hips pushed back into his face, sensitivity running up your back but you wanted more. You haven’t cum in over 2 weeks and you didn’t think you could handle it anymore.

Jungkook brought both hands up to roughly slap at your ass, pulling the cheeks apart to dive deeper into your cunt. His own cock felt hard enough to cut glass. He needed to be inside of you. Bet be damned.

Standing to his feet, he tugged his sweats down just below his cock, giving it a few tugs before diving into your heat.

Your mouth dropped and you could have cried from relief at the feeling of his cock stretching you open.

He immediately set a fast pace, wanting to make you cum as soon as possible.

You reached your arms back, silently telling him you needed support. Ever so in tune with you, he grabbed both of your arms, tugging you back so that your chest was hovering over the island stool.

“We’re never doing this shit again. I’m gonna have this pussy when I want. Understand?” He growled out but you couldn’t even hear him, your ears ringing as mind numbing pleasure coursed through you.

Your head hung low and your knees shook from weakness. You were going to cum and you were going to cum hard.

But the bet……your resolve was crumbling. Who the hell cared which one of you was more horny? At least you were horny for one another and that’s what mattered.

His cock jammed right into your soft spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as a pleasured smile spread on your face.

“Now cum on this cock.”

You were about to but then you remembered what would happen if you lost. That could not happen!

Gathering your last brain cells that he hadn’t knocked loose, you stood up, wrenching your arms from his grasp and stumbling away from him.

Your pussy throbbed with wanting to cum but you had to hold strong.

Both of you sat in silence as you tried to regain your breath and you made the mistake of looking at your husband.

The sight made you want to hop right back on his cock—he was dripping with sweat, his hair had come out of his ponytail and was being pushed back by one of his buff arms.

And his eyes were staring down at you hotter than a thousand suns. He was pissed.

“I…..won’t….lose….”You panted out.

His head tilted, jaw clenching and cock hard and shiny with your juices. Your mouth watered just looking at it.

“We’ll see about that.”

It was gonna be a long rest of the month.

[bibbibib]

Well, that's kind of dark

So one of the things I've noticed about Peeta that I haven't seen talked about a lot is there's a kind of almost morbid resourcefulness about him. Like, we talk about him finding beauty in adversity and having an artistic outlook and while that's true, there are so many moments that kind of made me pause when I first read the books that reveal a different side to him. He doesn't just strategize (the interviews, D11) , or even just improvise on the spot (the bread, the Peacekeepers at Katniss' house CF scene), but he adds a whole lot of compartmentalizing onto it.

Examples?

How about Peeta in the first arena, freshly bit by a mutt and currently bleeding to death, carrying everything that's happened over the past couple of weeks, having to fight Cato on the Cornucopia? When Cato (who's also much bigger than him) gets him in a chokehold, not only does Peeta manage to find a way out of a seemingly impossible situation without proper oxygenation (well, no small feat) but he also uses his own blood to mark an X on Cato's hand so Katniss can shoot at it. It's brilliant and desperate, and it ends up working, but damn if that's not disturbing as well.

And he does something similar again: using the force field to cook tree rat after having basically died from it just hours ago. He basically went, "well, if it worked on me, it'll work for the rat" .

After getting out of the Games, you'd expect him to want nothing to do with everything that happened in there, much like Katniss did, try to leave it all behind and get over the pain, but no! Peeta spends nights and nights painting it all out in vivid detail, not just the better or neutral moments but the tough, gory stuff too. I'm not sure how to interpret this response he has, other that it shows him as someone who doesn't like to shy away from the truth even if it hurts (real or not real?) and uses what's there for the best, or at least passably functional outcome, which is genuinely really useful. I feel like there is more to it.

[The sewer chace in MJ could maybe also be a similar example? After the Mitchell disaster, Peeta seems to be keeping it together better than even some of the other, un-hijacked members of the squad. It seems like he's getting better the worse things get. A trauma response? Good for him? Bad? Maybe a mix? I'd love to hear your two cents!]

[bobfloydpilled]

I RISE!!!!! this time with a new fic......... for metal gear rising: revengeance! this game has had an absolute chokehold on me for the past few weeks like it's genuinely insane. anyway i cranked this one out in less than a week, go check it out! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57612103

[rainbowsalt0412]

THE NEW UPDATE

Just got back from a trip and guess what, Sylus has the entire LnDs Nation in a chokehold, and I kinda knew this was gonna happen, so buckle up this is gonna be a long one.

First things first, He is SO HOTTTTTTTTTT!

Mannnn, when he was first revealed a couple of weeks ago, I had already posted about how he might surpass others to be my top, and guess what, I was not wrong, he is already making me doubt my loyalty to Zayne when he hasn't even debuted yet, but hey it's just a game so I'll be fine.

Second thing that I noticed in his trailers and the 2.0 preview livestream was that they did reveal his certain characteristics.

He is definitely 'Hard on the outside, soft on the inside' kind of guy. This conclusion was made with what the Kitty Cat told us about him when he was out in N109 Zone collecting information and how Sylus placed him softly on the ground after picking him off from top of a building and telling him its no place for soft Cats like him, and then he was seen walking past a flower when he could have easily stepped on it like some other Bad Guys like to do, but he didn't, someone (I don't know who exactly, I might have reblogged their post) even mentioned that the flower kind of reflected MC and how Sylus might just make her have an insight into his lifestyle rather then just killing her after she was captured the the last chapter.

Other thing that I noticed was that his Evol might not be Blood, instead it's Energy Manipulation or something like that, which could be a possibility as he is a leader of an organization that focus on Protocores, I'm still not sure, guess we'll have to wait to see what is it exactly.

He also might be the only LI as of now who is an actual combatant apart from Xavier, i.e., he has actual combat skills, maybe because of his position and surroundings. Like I know we can choose our companions during battle but when it comes to Main Story thing, not all LIs are fit for fighting skills, Xavier has to be the best combatant of them all due to his job, and now I can say the same for Sylus as well, if not, he can be better than Xavier as well, specially how he is the only one who is actually teaching the MC how to fight in his memories.

Apart from that, he also can cook, has a thing for singing (his karaoke 4-Star memory reference, if you might have noticed), and can and does ride Bikes, but despite that he is a walking Red flag, but I don't blame him, and would still love him if it came to that.

One thing I noticed in LnDs, which is also my favorite thing about them is the Detailing, so of course Sylus has his own as well. When I first saw him in his preview from a couple of weeks ago, I kind of thought that he looked similar to Zayne but that's not the case, maybe it was the lighting and angles that made me think that, but not anymore. I think that the LIs are made to look the way their characters are, like when I first saw Xavier in an AD, I immediately thought of a high class individual or a bodyguard with a soft side who is also jealous of whom you meet and talk to or something like that, and Zayne seemed like a Cold beauty, and it did turned to be similar to that when I started playing the game, So yes I'm gonna analyze Sylus as well (It might not be 100% true cause I'm just making assumptions which could be true).

Unlike Zayne who has a cold yet soft looks similar to his character (As he is the closest to Sylus in terms of looks and characters I'll take him for comparison), Sylus has more of 'Rough on the edge' looks, someone who has a Bad, Traumatic and Rough childhood. He seemed like the guy who didn't wanted to be here but had no choice as well, and that doesn't mean he's innocent, he has his fair share of crimes and evil doings, and would gladly take the wrong thing into consideration if it gives him his desired results.

HE WEARS A F*CKING CHOKER!!!!!!

AND IS DOMINET AS HELL, I CAN FEEL IT!!!!!!

With the showcase of his pair memories, I doubt he was with the MC in any other timeline because unlike any other boy, his pair seemed to be a part of the present timeline, and I think he is suppose to be the Bad Guy for this timeline, or he could be the bad guy for other LIs who didn't let him meet the MC in any other timeline.

Other thing that I noticed about him is that he is very much self dependent person, whether you talk about his cooking skills, his combat skills, etc. Like he does have a chef doing his food, but he could very much cook himself as well, unlike someone, *Coughs* Xavier (That prince treatment did that to you I see) *Cough*, which makes me think he has spent most of his early life alone, or maybe his entire life alone in general, and didn't have much help from others either. This also tells us that he instead trusts himself rather than others to do his work, except when he can't, maybe because he couldn't trust many people in his line of work.

OR this all could just be a hobby as well...

The 'Mechanical Crow' thing tells me that maybe he could be a good Mechanic as well, if you know what I mean, like he could have just designed and created that himself as well, and is interested in designing and creating, like come on he is the leader of Onychinus, he is a Modern Technology guy. I can see him working on his Bike every now or then.

And of course, he is a top priority target for UNICRONS.

That's what I noticed for now, so keeping his character aside for now, let's talk about the new features.

I didn't understand much about the wish system, like are we suppose to use normal wishes only cause I don't have much and enough diamonds to buy those, I bought the special ones instead cause I though that would be the one we'll have to use.

New battle system is a great feature for F2Ps like me, though I did not understand much of it as well and still do not have my memories enough ranked up yet.

How are some people already done with their Orbital when I'm here stuck on 50 or something of every orbit for past month? I'm not even halfway there.

I'm glad we'll get Sylus's first 5-Star pair and 4-Star pair in the permanent wish pool, which would gladly be his two Primary dominant colors.

You know what, I did not understand much of anything the new 2.0 version would be bringing to us, I'll just have to wait and see it for myself to get a hold of it.

ANNNNNNDDDDD, we are getting branches for every LI starting this Sept., which is an exciting part as well cause I almost thought we wouldn't have that system here. I still don't understand why Sylus was not included there, maybe because he would be a recent addition.

And Last but not the least, the letter in the end made me tear up. This shows just how much effort and time they put into the game and that they do care about us, The Players. I just wanna give a piece of my mind to the person responsible for Sylus's leak. Thank the lord I didn't see anything other than the one actually uploaded on the official channel. It must be very hard to give that level of production, not to mention they have a reputation to maintain as the world's first 3-D Otome Game, so it must have been really upsetting that someone ruined their upcoming surprise project like that when they might not even had any part in it.

When the last review mail was up I gave them 1-Star in every category because of how frustrated I was of not pulling much from any limited banner at that time because as an F2P, I literally harvest the diamond so I'm very careful about spending them so getting nothing in return took a troll on me. So if a review mail is up again in this next update, I'll gladly give them 5-Star everywhere possible, considering they did took the advice of F2Ps like us well, and it's not just that but this new update would give me an opportunity to earn diamonds a little bit easily.

And it's not like I don't want to spend, it's just I can't spend now as I'm focused on some real life resources which are really important for me, not to mention the game is really expensive. So in future if I do get a chance, I'll gladly spend some.

That's all for now. Feel free to share your thoughts on Sylus, and this new update as well in the comment section, I'll love to discuss.

(Tumblr pulled a B*tch, and didn't save my earlier draft resulting in me doing this entire thing again, took me a day to recall, might have missed some points but that okay.)

[varianghost]

Hey there! I'm Varian!!!

I'm a British minor and I'm also trans

I use he/him pronouns and I'm basically just here to post all my stuff so it's in one place (I keep losing everything in my camera roll so I'm trying to keep it all together TvT)

I go through different hyperfixations pretty fast, so I may be posting about one fandom for a week non-stop and then completely switch it up the next and post about a new fandom.

But I generally stick to familiar fandoms and I don't often gain new interests. Stuff I keep going back to is Hermitcraft and similar MCYTs such as Empires smp (I mainly watch Grian and Scott if anyone's interested).

Recently I've been getting into Call of Duty but I don't actually play and I'm only really into the campaigns and the TF141 stuff. I also started playing Red dead redemption 2 the other day and I'm already so invested!!

My main Hyperfixation at the time of posting is Ghost (the band). Tobias Forge has me in a CHOKEHOLD and I've been obsessed ever since I found this silly little band

Past hyperfixations include: Doctor Who, Good Omens, The Magnus Archives, Zelda botw and totk, Don't hug me I'm scared, Undertale (this game got me through lockdown), and Pokemon!

(This may be edited/deleted/remade at a later date)

[messrmoonyy]

Tess finds you on a side street in Boston all beaten and bloody after you’ve been robbed. She takes you back to her place to stitch you up.

Needle and thread

Tess servopoulos x fem!reader

Not my gif - viktorhargreeves

A/N- Tess has had me in a chokehold ever since I first played the game a few years ago. The show has only amplified this. She’s a badass. A massive Mf flirt. Man I adore her. And seeing as the tess x reader tag is practically Barron. Here I am. Just a little something to ease me into writing for her. I’m still getting to grips with writing her.

Warnings: Tess loves a good curse word and I know some of you are tetchy about that, mentions of violence, mentions/ descriptions of injuries, reader doesn’t have a specified age but was born before outbreak day but is younger than Tess.

Word count: 3.8K

Masterlist

The first thing you registered was how fucking cold you were.

In fairness it hadn’t been a particularly warm day to begin with. It was the middle of winter and the sky had had that odd light, that showed it was full of impending snowfall, all day. And to make things worse you were street sweeping all day, out in the cold. You’d worn your thickest jacket, but in that moment you felt as though you weren’t even wearing one.

Your entire body was throbbing, your head pounding and there was a dull ache in your side, your mouth tasted of that bitter metallic twang of blood.

Next you noticed that you couldn’t see daylight behind your closed eyelids. It was dark. Where were you? What time was it?

The surface beneath you was too solid to be your bed. Yeah the mattress back in your apartment wasn’t exactly the comfiest thing, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. And that cold breeze hitting your skin, chilling you to the bone…Where. The fuck. Were you?

Your eyes refused to open maybe out of fear or because your body felt so weak. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Last thing you remembered was leaving your work assignment, payment of ration cards in your pocket.

Getting cornered in the alley.

A kick. A punch. Black.

You groaned and tried to move but your body protested. But you needed to move. To get up. If you were outside. And it was dark… it was past curfew. You didn’t need arresting for breaking the rules, FEDRA were getting a little too trigger happy for your liking. Firing squads and public hanging were becoming too frequent. And youd lasted 20 years in the damn shit hole that world was now. A firing squad wasnt how you wanted to go.

You’d had far too much time to think about death over the years and if you were gonna go out, you’d do it yourself. You’d decided that a while ago. Not because of some jumped up military officer who probably had a bet with another of who could get the most arrests in a week.

As if to confirm your own fears you heard footsteps drawing closer, hushed voices. And maybe that was it. Maybe you were about to be arrested for breaking curfew and you’d be up on the gallows tomorrow morning and that was that. They’d make up some excuse about having held a fair trial. When in reality they didn’t give two shits

“ Jesus fucking Christ “ you waited for a radio beep, a soldier calling in about someone out. They wouldn’t care that you’d been beat to a pulp. They wouldn’t care it was clearly not your fault that you were lying there in the dark. It was starting to become a game to them now, how many executions could they get in a week.

But no radio beep came. No static FEDRA chatter.

“ hey. Hey you alive? “ you coughed in some attempt to clear the blood that was still seeping into your mouth and attempting to find its way down your throat “ yeah. Alive “

“ Tess what are you doing? “ this voice was a man’s. A heavy Texan accent dripping from his low voice, his tone hushed.

“ what? You want to leave her here? “ a pair of cold hands were on your face, tilting it to the side and clearly examining the damage done.

“ since when are you so caring? “

“ since some girl has had her fucking face kicked in on one of our routes“ you groaned and tried to push yourself up, failing miserably.

“ and what exactly are you planning to do with her Tess? We need to get this shit back. Now “ a pair of hands held you under your arms and positioned you sitting back against the wall. You blinked a few times to clear the blurriness and tears from your eyes, forcing them open.

A woman was crouched down in front of you, holding her hand up in front of her “ hey how many fingers? “

“ 3 “ you said only mildly certain through the blurriness of your eyes.

“ good. No double vision? “ you shook your head weakly and she sighed, checking over you and pulling at your shirt slightly. There was a deep gash on your side which told you why it had been hurting, oozing a steady stream of blood over your shirt “ you live near here? That’s gonna need stitches “ you shook your head again, and your eyes fell on a gun tucked away in the waist band of her jeans. Her baggy shirt covering it for the most part.

You tried to shuffle away and shook your head

“ no- no I don’t- I don’t have anymore cards please- “ the woman’s brow furrowed and she followed your eye line, gripping tighter to your arms to keep you in place.

“ hey. Hey! I’m not gonna fucking hurt you I’m trying to help you. I don’t want your fuckin cards I got enough of my own, not that they’re any use to anyone right now “ you stopped squirming, still unsure of the woman- Tess- but surely if she was going to rob you too she’d have done it by now. Winter rations were at an all time low, most of the time they weren’t even honouring full cards. People were getting desperate “ shit “ you looked down at where she had pulled a hand away from you, it covered in blood. Your blood.

She looked around the ground where she’d found you before sighing and nodding at something “ you fell on that “ a broken bottle with your blood dripping off of its jagged edges was clear enough evidence “ do you live near here? “ she asked again, her hands still holding you firmly.

“ few blocks “ she sighed again and ran a hand over her face.

“ she’s gonna fucking bleed out if we leave her here Joel “ the man, Joel, scoffed and you looked up at him. He was glancing around nervously, probably looking for FEDRA.

“ ‘we’ there is no we with this Tess. Fuck this we need to get out of here. You really wanna draw more attention to us when I’ve got a bag full of pills? “ Tess looked over you again, readjusting a black bandanna in her hair with a sigh.

“ Jesus Christ “ she muttered before standing up and holding out her hand “ come on, come with me I’ll patch you up. Don’t stitch that shit up soon and you’ll bleed out. I live closer less chance of getting caught. We need to get out of here before FEDRA is on our asses “ you hesitated for a moment and she raised an eyebrow. Kindness was rare nowadays and after such a brutal reminder of that, it was hard to readily accept it “ or you can stay here and bleed out. Or get arrested. I don’t give a fuck either way “ she looked mildly irritated and you accepted the hand and winced as she pulled you to your feet

“ Thank you “

“ get that shit back to yours. I’ll see you in the morning “ Joel opened his mouth to protest but she held up her hand and it snapped closed again “ go “ you expected him to protest again, tell her she was stupid and then let them leave you there to die. But she seemingly was the one that had the power. He answered to her and not the other way around “ come with me “ she nodded up the street, indicating for you to follow her. “ keep pressure on your side. Stick close to me “ she said over her shoulder and you did as she said, breathing deeply in some attempt to stop the pain surging up your side as you pressed down on the wound “ robbing people and leaving them for fucking dead. I know people are desperate but fuck me “ she muttered seemingly to herself and shook her head “ people are getting more and more desperate by the fucking day “ you followed close on her tail.

The winter rations truly were at an all time low. You hadn’t seen them so bad in a while. Handing out half’s and expecting people to be okay with it. All it was doing was making people more erratic and desperate. More fights. More arrests. More executions. More people trying to leave the zone, somehow thinking there was a better chance at food or survival outside of the wall.

Maybe it was.

You remembered your time before entering the QZ. It was hell on earth. But sometimes you did think you’d rather chance it out there than with the officers inside the walls.

You were light headed as you followed Tess along more back alleys, stopping every time she flung an arm out to stop you if a FEDRA patrol passed by.

“ holding up okay? “ she asked as she held an arm across your chest to keep you flush against the wall, an armoured truck driving past with its bright torches shining down the streets looking for anyone breaking curfew. You wondered how much longer it would have been before they’d found you lying there. If you’d be in the back of that exact truck now headed for a FEDRA lockup, ready for the gallows in the morning.

“ yeah “ you said a little breathlessly and doing your best to ignore the pain.

“ convincing “ she huffed a small laugh before nodding up the street and kept walking.

She lead you into a building and up a flight of stairs to the end of the hall. You followed her into what you assumed was her apartment, Standing a little awkwardly as she locked the door behind you.

“ sit down “ she instructed and pointed over to the small kitchen table, flicking on a couple of portable lamps. You sat down with a sigh of mild relief and looked down at your side, blood still oozing around the edges.

“ fuck “ you tried to distract yourself, looking around the room. The bed was unmade, clearly still in the state she’d left it in when she’d left. Dishes in a pile by the sink, A plaid shirt tossed over the back of a red couch that had seen better days. There were no pictures on the wall. Most people you’d met that were born pre outbreak had at least one picture from before. But she had nothing. Nothing to give away about who she was.

Your eyes fell back onto her as she joined you at the table, pulling the chair under her so she was sat so close to you that your knees touched.

“ look I’m no nurse and I can’t promise you that the finished product will be pretty but it’s that or bleed out “ she was very direct. To the point. It almost made you want to laugh and you wondered if the blood loss was sending you slightly manic.

“ right “ you watched her carefully as she threaded a needle before soaking it in alcohol. It didn’t seem even remotely hygienic. But you guessed nothing much was these days.

“ take your jacket and shirt off “ again, very direct and to the point. She didn’t seem the type to beat around the bush or bullshit you and you kind of liked that. So you did as you were told, gritting your teeth as you peeled the fabric away from the wound. She picked up a torch from the table and shone it over the area, inspecting it “ cant see any glass. You’ve got that going for you… here hold this “ she handed you the torch and guided your hand to hold it where she wanted it, her fingers over yours “ I won’t bullshit you. This is going to hurt like a bitch “

“ awesome “ her eyes darted up to yours, a small smirk pulling at her lips and she gave a small shake of her head.

“ alright sit back… that’s it. Good “ she leant forward and you instantly tensed as you prepped for the pain “ relax or this will hurt ten times more “ she said lowly, clearly focussed. You tried your best and closed your eyes “ okay on 3 take a breath… 1. 2. 3 “ you groaned in pain as the needle pierced your skin, the feeling of the thread pulling through so odd and uncomfortable you were almost scared you’d puke. And wouldn’t that be embarrassing

“ fucking Christ “

“ breathe. You’re doing great “ you refused to look at the needle poking in and out of your skin, looking at her instead. The entire thing was oddly… intimate. She was leant so close you could feel the faint cold of her breath on your burning skin.

You almost laughed that something like that was making you flustered.

“ was that your… husband? “ you asked quietly in some attempt to distract yourself from the burning pain in your side, hissing through your teeth and gripping tightly at her bicep as she threaded another stitch into your skin.

“ no “ she said, eyes glancing up to meet yours for a brief moment, that mildly irritated smirk playing on her face again “ he’s a headache “

“ aren’t all men? “ she actually laughed at that. It was the kind of laugh that you couldn’t pinpoint if she was genuine or if she was being sarcastic.

“ you got that right “ she tugged a little harder on the thread and you dug your nails into her bicep again, muttering curses under your breath.

“ so he’s your scary guard dog huh? “

“ funny “ she deadpanned, grabbing a cloth from the table and wiping away at a trickle of blood “ I don’t need him for people to be scared of me “

“ I’m sure “ Tess simply gave you that look again and shuffled a little closer as she worked. Watching her was actually a pretty good distraction. And you felt quite stupid to realise your brain was actually trailing off to think about how attractive she was now that you were looking at her so up close.

There you were with a hole in your side and you were thinking about how good looking someone was.

But she was. She really was.

She was older than you, 40s maybe, but no one really looked their ages anymore. Her dark hair was speckled with greys, faint lines adorned the corners of her eyes. She had several cuts and scars adorning her face too but somehow you found that made her more appealing. Her lips were parted lightly as she focussed, brow furrowing and truly you were mesmerised.

“ take a picture it’ll last you longer “ your face burned as you realised you’d been caught very much staring at her.

“ what- i- sorry “ she huffed a laugh and grabbed at your hand holding the torch, positioning it back where she wanted it.

“ why did you help me? “ you asked in some attempt to change the subject. She simply shrugged, leaning forward and biting at the thread to cut it. It was embarrassing how it sent butterflies exploding in your stomach.

“ random dead body on the street will make those FEDRA dicks close that whole area down, probably blame it on fireflies. And I need that area of the city open. You’d have been a major pain in my ass if I’d left you there to die ” it didn’t feel like a genuine answer, which also made you think you weren’t about to get a genuine answer out of her at all. But then again you didn’t know her so how would you know? She was clearly very guarded though.

“ how’d you even end up there? Flashing ration cards around? “ you shrugged slightly and placed the torch down, grabbing the cloth to wipe away the blood on your lip.

“ I was just going home. Some bastards stole my ration cards from my pocket I wasn’t flashing anything around. It’s whatever they must have followed me from work. I have more cards at home. I’ve been picking up extra assignments “ Tess shook her head and put the needle and thread down on the table.

“ FEDRA are probably keeping it all to their fucking selves anyway. Never hear a solider complaining he’s hungry do you? “

You watched her as she grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the table and looked back down at your wound “ sorry. But this is gonna hurt too “ she didn’t give you much of a warning that time before she poured some of the alcohol directly onto the newly stitched wound, clamping a hand over your mouth already anticipating you calling out in pain. It felt as though she’d poured straight acid onto your skin, making you jolt in the chair and attempt to be quiet. Which you failed at miserably “ shh shh that’s it. There we go “ tears stung at your eyes and you took deep breaths “ nice and quiet. It’ll pass. Breathe through it “ Tess removed her hand after a few moments and took a moment to admire her handiwork, simply shrugging before looking away.

“ thank you “ you said in a shaky voice and accepted the bottle that Tess then handed you.

“ drink. Trust me. It’ll help “ you hesitated a moment and she raised a brow.

You took a drink just as a way to hide the blush creeping over your cheeks again.

“ yeah. Better “ you deadpanned and she gave you that look again and rolled her eyes.

“ keep drinking I can’t offer you anything for your face other than drink until you can’t feel it anymore. Tried and tested “ you watched her as she stood up and walked over to a small chest of drawers, reaching into her waistband and tossing the gun on top and then pulling off her shirt. She rummaged around in one of the drawers before pulling on a new one over her vest, then tossing a shirt over at you.

It was at that moment you realised just how indecent you were. Sat at a strangers table, jagged stitched wound on your side and only your bra covering your top half. In your hurried attempt to pull the button up on you tugged at your stitches, hissing in pain and hand flying to hold your wound.

“ don’t. Don’t touch it. Fuck sake “ she strode over and picked up the shirt, swatting at the hand that was hovering awkwardly over your wound “ arm up. Slowly. Or you’ll fuck up my work” she helped you into the shirt, hands brushing over your skin “ you can stay here tonight. Unless you want to go out there and get yourself arrested. But I’d rather you didn’t. It’d have been a waste of my whiskey “

“ I’m sure you’d find some more “ she raised her eyebrows and shrugged, pulling another one out of the drawer as if silently agreeing with you, before taking a seat back opposite you at the table. She unscrewed the cap, tossing it to the table and raising her bottle towards you

“ cheers “ you watched her take a big gulp as if it were water, slumping slightly in her chair.

“ I didn’t know they gave out whiskey on ration cards? “ she eyed you carefully as you spoke, taking another sip from your own bottle.

“ if you’re trying to get some information and run off to FEDRA, I’d highly advise against that “ your mind played back to the mention of pills. The stash of alcohol. The way she had managed to get someone as menacing as Joel to be quiet, to do as she’d asked.

You were clearly in the presence of a very dangerous person.

But surprisingly. You weren’t scared. At all. Maybe it was the alcohol. You didn’t know the last time you’d actually had a drink. And it was clearly now going straight to your head.

“ and why is that? “ she was still watching you, carefully. Eyes narrowed and inquisitive. You felt as though you were a prey in a stand off with its predator. A rabbit trying to escape a fox.

She leant forward, arms resting on her knees and neck of the bottle loosely hanging between her fingers.

“ you don’t want to know “ the air had shifted. You didn’t know why you were prodding the bear. She could kill you any second if she felt like it. She had a gin after all. But something in you wanted to push her buttons and see how far you could. Maybe it was because for once in years someone was paying some attention to you. And someone that looked like her. Someone that looked at you like she could pounce any second.

You liked it.

“ I do “ her eyes still hadn’t left you. Not even for a second. She was taking you in, every inch of you. Reading you. Analysing. It was intimidating you couldn’t lie. It was a challenge.

You didn’t know what you expected her to do. Or say. She simply nodded her head slightly and stood up, closing the small gap between your chairs in a single step. She placed the bottle down on the table and nudged your chin up with her fingers, making you look up at her.

Your breath caught in your throat and your head was suddenly clearer than ever. She didn’t say anything straight away, simply kept that prey eating look in her eyes. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears you almost feared she could hear it too.

“ you’re either really fuckin smart. Or really fuckin stupid. Which is it? “ her voice had dropped. Low and slow. You were the rabbit with its foot in the snare and she was the fox ready to take advantage of the vulnerability she’d stumbled upon. And you liked it. God you liked it “ I asked you a question “ her words were almost threatening but the hold she had on your face was a stark contrast. It was tender almost. Gentle.

“ figure it out “ she gave you another one of those breathy laughs, her lips tugging up into a smirk and nodding again.

“ be careful “ she let you go and stepped away. You let out the breath you’d been holding, but already missing her almost domineering presence in front of you “ you should get some rest” you watched her toss a blanket onto the sofa and then flick off the lamps, the room now only half illuminated by the bright lights that sat on the watch towers along the wall “ I doubt I’ll be here when you wake up “

“ important smuggler business? “ she didn’t grace you with an answer and simply got herself into bed. You made your way over to the couch and wondered if you’d actually get any sleep.

But somehow you did. And , just as she said, when you woke up she was gone.

[soullessdianthus]

need you to consider . bo’s been following the reader for a while . saw them at a bar and just knew they wanted him !!! bo breaks into their house one night and yknow :)

Author's note: This idea has me in a chokehold, I'm serious. I absolutely love it!

Warnings: Bo being a stalker, rather dark and suggestive themes?

Bo was sitting on one of the barstools lined up near the wooden countertop. Surrounding sounds merging in the background into one incomprehensible hum. Music playing from the bar’s speakers, announcer leaving notes on the soccer players and those talkative people. 

Those “loud ones” especially made his blood boil, screaming about something stupid. 

He tapped over the beer’s bottle, his father’s ring tapping against the glass. Bo was getting impatient. You were supposed to be here by that time.

Bo retraced your steps carefully and quickly realized - how you like to spend your Friday evenings. During the last couple of weeks he learned that you would spend some time with your friends sitting in the corner of the pub, chatting and drinking. Not every week, yet it was enough.

And when the group of men jumped from their seats, yelling hysterically (because of a soccer game), through the door you came.

You instantly got his attention, though Bo had to be careful and not to be caught. Not then.

Small cramps ran through his limbs, leaving the feeling of warmth. He was getting excited, anticipating the future. For just a moment, Beauregard became a little boy once again, tearing the present’s paper packaging from underneath the Christmas tree. The perfect present he never got.

Dark haired mechanic took another sip from the bottle, when you walked past him and headed to your friends sitting in that damn corner. 

Oh, the strength it took for him not to take a long stare at your ass. 

He knew he was playing a dangerous game here - you already bumped into him once in the grocery store and the other time he shook your hand at the church. But your smile and the sound of a sweet, cheerful voice was scratching his brain for the last couple of weeks. 

He couldn’t get enough. 

He was like a parasite feasting upon the host's body - sucking and asking for more and more… and more. But all this time the parasite was carefully planning out every plea just to strike hard in the right place and time. 

Just to get what he wants. 

You walked straight to the bar to place an order for a drink and waited so patiently, while the bartender prepared the brew. Your eyes wandered around the room, inevitably crossing with his blue irises. 

The curves of your lips twisted into a barely visible, polite smile. Bo tilted his head, smirking and exposing his teeth - the salacious thoughts running through his head. Oh, how excited he got. Sinclair could feel the twitch of his cock inside the jeans. 

You’ve finally given him some attention. 

Well deserved attention in his understanding. 

However you disappeared as quickly as you showed up, holding a glass with a drink and headed back to your table in the corner. Beauregard was left alone with his conscience. 

There was a moment that made him wonder - why was he so mesmerized with you? Not knowing the answer, instantly made him feel irritated. It was supposed to be simple. 

Perhaps it was the way your hips swayed while you walked by or the gentle mannerism of brushing your hair off the shoulder. Maybe the sound of your voice, so sweet like strawberries growing up in the sun?

Whatever it was, it made him eager. 

Bo took notice when you and your friend group left the bar. He ordered another beer and pushed on his own limits, making himself wait a little longer. Be patient. 

Only for a little longer. 

He didn’t have to follow your steps to know where you lived or where you were heading. He’s already done that. He knew your routine. 

Bo took the last drop from the glass bottle and left the tip on the counter. He fixed the trucker cap on his head and left the pub, wetting his lips. 

It was already late, most of your neighbors were already sleeping. So were you - on your stomach, spreaded between the thin sheets, one leg bent in the knee. 

How foolish of you it was to leave the window open.

Dark haired man silently broke into your house through the living room and made his way to the bedroom. You were sleeping so peacefully. 

But Bo wasn’t fucking around. He quickly climbed on your bed, over your dreamy frame - the mattress dipping beneath the additional weight. 

You squirmed being woken up so suddenly, but before any words could leave your mouth, he placed one of his tough palms over your whole jaw. 

━ Sh, sh, sh~ ━ he whispered into your ear, combing some of your hair back. You could feel his lower abdomen pressing down on you. Grinding slowly. The image of his pulsating cock on your back made you whimper, the tears overflew your eyes. ━ Gonna be real nice for me, okay? 

The intruder brought the pocket knife’s blade right to your face. You could see its sharp blade shining even in such darkness. 

━ Or this is goin’ through your throat.