#when I tell you I was literally shaking with rage while walking up to my room

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

the way my day has been horrific like I got into work and the fucking printer runs out of toner and my dumbass manager bought the wrong size cartridge <3 so now we don’t have ink to print paper forms if those dusty ass $50 Android tablets they use decide to glitch for the billionth time <3 and I’m working at this clinic for the next 2 days <33 so I’m gonna have to deal with this shit tomorrow and Sunday <333

then some dickhead comes in who hasn’t been in for over a year and ofc he has to update his paperwork, so I hand it to him and begin explaining it bc people never read it, they always just ask me what it’s about so I’m used to offering it and explaining it right away and this dumb fucking cunt goes, “You don’t have to explain to me what it is. Just tell me what to do.” in the meanest fucking tone I’ve ever heard I genuinely felt like crawling under the desk and dying

like bitch that’s why you’re bald. it’s karma for being a fucking douche.

then someone comes in right before we close for lunch so we had to take them :) and as a result, I didn’t get to have a break today at all <3 we worked right through our break bc the bitch that came in apparently doesn’t know how to read the gd hours PRINTED ON THE FUCKING DOOR AND ONLINE.

so. I hadn’t eaten since last night bc I didn’t have breakfast this morning bc I was like oh I’ll just get something while on break!!! sike!!! now I’m halfway through my shift and I feel like passing out!!!!!

I get off 20 minutes later than I should bc surprise!! another dumb bitch decides to come in before we close!! I get home almost at 8pm, tired hungry and fucking furious. my parents and sister went out to eat and my parents got me something for me to have for dinner, thank god. all is saved, right?? wrong, because my piece of shit sister literally grabs my fucking food that I’ve been dreaming abt all day, opens it, goes “Here’s your food.” AND THEN PROCEEDS TO EAT IT IN FRONT OF MY FACE??

and when I tell her to stop, she goes, “You’re so selfish. It’s not my fault you decided not to eat all day.” BITCH YOU ALREADY ATE?? I HAVENT EVEN DRANK WATER ALL DAY BC OF THIS STUPID JOB AND YOURE TRYING TO BLAME ME FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT WHEN I HAD TO WORK THROUGH MY BREAK?? AND YOURE CALLING ME SELFISH FOR TELLING YOU TO STOP EATING THE FOOD THAT WAS MEANT FOR ME?

the way I was about to beat her to death with my bare hands….

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Ex-O-Ex-O

GN!MC x Yandere Ex! Solomon

TW: Dub-con, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Manipulation, Bondage

Solomon

You always knew he had an mean streak - especially when it came to anyone who threatened your safety. He only let you around the brothers because they seemed to make you happy.

But the day you came home with an injured arm and an apologetic pair of twins - he was internally livid. With a mysterious turn of events the same two brothers fell in a freak accident and fractured the same arm as yours. And of course you weren't allowed to tend to them, not while you were still hurt.

Lucifer screamed at you for wanting to go home early, and ended up with a cursed bottle of demonus that rendered him mute for a week. When they made you overwork, Diavolo got swamped with literally endless paperwork and Barbatos ended up with rats in his room. Harmless jokes that turned extreme soon enough.

He was usually soft and slow in bed - teasing and smirking and chuckling through it all. You loved that about him. But tonight there was a meaness and urgency about it - the way he made you beg for him and the way his desperation for your validation seeped through the cracks.

"Ah MC, you're this turned on already...have I been teasing you too much?"

"Sol-Solomon please...please need you...inside me..." You panted into his shoulder and he listened.

"I'm so sorry, MC...could you tell me a little more clearly?" He said hugging you tighter. You whined and pleaded.

"Please fuck me, Solomon...Need you so bad...."

He kissed you deeply, slowly starting to thrust into you. But in that brief moment of calm, you were sure you heard muffled noises in the room. Like someone else screaming, calling your name. You looked around you in panic.

"Solomon... what's that noise?"

Something sinister ghosted over his eyes. "What noise, my love? All I hear is you and me." His thrusts gained speed. Now you could hear nothing over your bodies colliding, his hot and needy groans and praises against your ear.

He fucked you till you could no longer think straight. But he was sure to make you so comfortable and cozy in his arms that you promptly fell asleep, wrapped up in his bedsheets.

"Mmph...mhhhpppphh....MPPPHHHHCCC!"

"Hush now. Don't you dare disturb my dear apprentice with your ruckus."

"MPHHHHHCCC...MMMHHH-"

"I said...QUIET. Honestly even after I let you see it for yourselves... exactly who MC really belongs to."

"Mmmmhhccc... *sobs*"

"Ugh. What a miserable bunch. This is simply your punishment for trying to sneak into MC's room...and you want more?"

You thought you were dreaming - none of it made sense afterall. Well nothing except Solomon's voice. You rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself awake.

What you saw through the moonlit darkness was nothing less than horrifying. Mammon, Levi and Asmo slumped over halfway between the closet and floor, gagged and bound tightly by glowing purple chains.

And in front of them, Solomon stood menancingly. You could feel his rage even with his back turned towards you, several of his pact marks glowing in the dark. You gathered the sheets together, hiding your bare body.

"S-solomon?"

He looked back with eyes widened in shock. The three demon brothers started screaming your name through the gags again.

"MC... you're awake." He sighed and muttered under his breath. "I knew I should have just cast a sleep spell..."

"What are you doing to them? What's going on...?"

Solomon let out a loud laugh, almost sinister and he looked around as if suprised. "Oh MC, you sure have the wildest dreams don't you?"

"...a dream?" Your mind was still buzzing, half-asleep and tired. "You're in my dream?"

"Yes, my little apprentice." He walked over to you, his bare body glimmering in the moonlight. "I didn't know you were secretly so kinky...you wanted me to claim you in front of them?"

With blurry eyes you watched the three brothers shake their heads and let out more muffled screams. But all you could register was his warm hand sliding between your thighs again, his lips ghosting over your neck as he made you lie down again.

"Mhhmm Solomon..." You were still so sensitive, even the lightest touch was driving you crazy. He repositioned you so your head was towards the brothers and your hips were connected with his.

"You are so irresistible when you call my name like that..." He kissed you deeply, tongue lashing inside. "Won't you say it again?"

You were always weak to his praises. Giggling slightly into the kiss, you called his name over and over again. "Solomon...that tickles ahah...ahh not there Solomon!"

He was so overwhelmed with joy and so ready for you, his length pulsing against your already abused hole. "Shh shh, it's okay, MC. Look how good you're making me feel...in fact, them too..."

Solomon hoisted you onto his lap, piercing you with his length as you watched the brothers while holding onto his shoulders. In the dim light, you could still see their faces bright red, pained and arousals restrained in their pants.

"How pretty you are, making everyone around wild with desire. Especially your own master. My perfect little apprentice." He kissed and nibbled on your eyes, gripping your hips and bouncing you on himself.

"Come to your senses, MC! This ain't a fucking dream!" Mammon's voice was sharp like static. He seemed to have bitten through the gag.

"Wha...what?" You barely register his words.

"You came here to break up with him-- he's tricking you again-- it's a bonding curse--"

"Everytime he fucks you-- he's spilling his essence into you--- the curse gets stronger--" Asmo whined in sobs.

"You keep forgetting-- he's done this so many times before--" Levi's gargled voice followed.

"What noisy demons. MC, let's practice some spell-casting shall we?" Only Solomon's voice was clear enough to comprehend. So that's the only one you followed.

"What... ahhh...spell.... mhhmm" He had increased his pace again, you were so close. He smirked into your shoulder.

"Make them leave. All three at once. And then we both can finish." He slowed down almost to a halt. Your body ached for release - tears welling in your eyes.

"But I can't...can't focus like this..."

"Of course you can. You're my talented little apprentice, you can anything." He kissed your chest, right on top of your beating heart. He always knew just what to say.

"Denizens of darkness, hear me, I, the Sorceror, MC call upon the demons..." You cast your spell as carefully as you could with his length still throbbing inside you. But thankfully it worked. "They're gone now, Master..." You flirted back.

He pushed you down and thrust into like an animal in heat. He came inside you again, flooding you with warmth and a sleepy feeling. "You're simply too perfect, MC...how could I ever let you go?"

[samandcolbyownme]

So since you’re doing Outer Banks stories (I think) if it’s alright with you can you make a JJ Maybank x Fem Reader story?

My Shirt | JJ Maybank

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sneaking around, smoking weed, flirting, kissing, teasing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of skinny dipping, general filth

“Thanks again, JB.” You say as you pull up to the Chateau, “Sorry it so sudden, but you know how it goes.” John B hums on the other end of the line, “Just as long as you’re safe, okay. Stay as long as you need.”

You park and sit back with a sigh, “Thank you. I just got here now, so I just wanted to let you know.” You put your phone on speaker, setting it down so you can unbuckle.

“You should just move here, y/n. You know your mom can’t force you to do anything.”

You get out, taking your phone with you, “I’ve thought about it. I just- I don’t know. We can figure it out when you get back. You have a trip to enjoy. Tell Sarah I said hi.”

You hear him tell Sarah and she takes the phone, yelling a quick, “Hiiii, y/n!” John B takes the phone back and laughs, “anyway. I told JJ to stay away, but you know how he is.”

You laugh, smirking at the thought of JJ coming over when it’s just you.

“Just tell him to go away or I’ll kick his ass.” John B pulls you from your thoughts and you laugh, “I’ll do what I can, JB.”

“Don’t tell him I told you this, but JJ always keeps a joint in the drawer to the right of the sink.” John b says and you smirk, “I always knew you were my favorite cousin.”

“It’s cause I am.” John B laughs, “Alright, plane is ready to go. Call me if you need anything.” You say your goodbyes and you make your way into the house. You look around, shaking your head at the man made mess.

“Boys will be boys.” You roll your eyes with a laugh and you walk into the spare room. You toss your bag down on the bed and go over to the basket that has all the stuff you forgot each time you were there.

You pull out a grey shirt, tilting your head as you try to remember if it’s yours or not. You shrug, tossing it on the bed before you take off your sweatshirt.

This time, you didn’t really have time to grab anything you really needed, you took off with the literal clothes on your back and few others you could grab during your fit of rage, all while you argued with your mother, also John B’s aunt.

John B knows how she is, but he also understands why you keep going back, so he’s there whenever you need because you grew up together. Even though you’re just cousins, it really seems like you were brother and sister.

You kick off your jeans and pull the shirt down over your body, the hem just barely covering your ass fully.

You grabbed your clothes and the duffle and make your way to throw everything in the washer. You look around, shaking your head as you make a mental note to buy more laundry detergent tomorrow.

After spending time cleaning up and throwing more stuff in, you start the wash, biting down on your lip as you bend down to take off your underwear. You toss them in with the rest of your laundry before closing the lid and making hour way to work on the kitchen.

As much as you respected John B and his wishes to not mack on his friends, you were hoping JJ decides to break the rules and show up.

As you’re working on clearing up the counter, you freeze as you hear a knock on the door, “Yo, Yo.”

You bite your lip, smirking as you continue to scrub the bowl in your hand.

“Yo.” JJ says as he slowly rounds the corner, “Oh that’s right, John B’s with Sarah, in another country.”

You turn around and his eyes move down your body, “Yeah and you’re not supposed to be here.” You smirk, turning back around.

“Wait, is that my shirt?”

You look down, and as soon as he says that, the image of JJ in this shirt pops into your head and you feel heat rise in your cheeks.

You dry off the bowl, reaching up to open the cupboard. As you rise to your tippy toes, the grey shirt slides up, revealing your bare ass to him.

He groans lowly, trying to cover it up with clearing his throat, “And only my shirt?” He blows out air, a quiet fuck escaping his lips.

“Sorry, Jayj. JB must have just thrown it into my basket by accidental.” You say over your shoulder and he shakes his head, licking his lips, “I didn’t say it was a problem, sweetheart.”

You smirk, rinsing your hands off, “That’s a shame..” you turn around, crossing your leg in front of the other as you grip the counter, “Because I was going to tell you that you needed to take it off of me yourself if it was.”

He tilts his head and lets out a sigh, “Now that you say something, get that fucking thing off right now.” He walks over to you, his hips pin yours against the counter behind you.

You look up at him, giggling slightly as he pulls the grey fabric up over your body, revealing what he’s always pictured while his hand strangled his own cock.

“Fuck, y/n.” He slides his hands up and down your arms before he moves them to cup your cheeks, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

You smirk, licking your lips before you look down at his shirt, “I think you’re a little behind, Maybank.”

He chuckles, looking down, “Yeah, I guess so. Let me fix that.” He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it down, “C’mere.”

He pulls you into him, spinning you around to walk you back to the couch as his lips crash onto yours.

You moan against his lips, pulling yourself closer to him, “Jayj.” You whimper out, “Please, touch me. Do something.”

“Mm.” He kisses down your neck, “Needy for papa J, I see.”

You gasp as you feel his hand slip in between your legs, sliding up and down between your wet folds, “All I need to know.”

JJ smirks and crashes his lips into yours as two of his fingers thrust inside of you.

Your back arches off the couch and your nails sink into his skin as he swallows your moans, “J-“ you whimper out, “J.”

“Does that feel good? Hmm?” He asks, peppering kisses all over your face as his fingers curl upward, “Gotta tell me what you like, sweetheart.”

“T-that.” You gasp, walls clenching around his fingers, “Feels so good, Jayj.”

His lips move to yours as he repeats the action, which has you squirming under his touch, begging for him to stop even though you really don’t mean it - and JJ keeps going, working you towards your first orgasm, “Are you close? Your pussy is squeezing my fingers for dear life.”

You bite down on your lip, nodding your head, “Oh, fuck, y-yeah.”

His lips find yours and you moan into his mouth. He swallows them with ease, glancing down to watch your cunt swallow his fingers, “Fuck, you’re so worth the lecture.”

He crashes his lips into yours and you become a whimpering mess under him as you cum. Your body tenses under his and he groans against your lips, “That’s it. There we go.”

You moan louder as JJ’s thumb rubs lazy circles on your clit, sliding your hands up to his hair. You whimper, pulling him back down to kiss you again, “Please, fuck me.”

“Never thought I’d hear those words in my life.” He pushes his hips between your thighs and his cock slips into you, making you both gasp out in shock that things finally happening.

“Holy mother of fuck.” He groans as he kisses you roughly, his cock pushing into you fully. You cry out with pleasure as his thrusts pick up immediately.

Fast and hard.

Your eyes roll back as his hand comes up to lay on the side of your neck, “You sound so pretty.” He kisses back your jaw, “You look so pretty.”

He moans lowly, “Fuckin’ pussy is taking me so goddamn well.”

How slides his hand over, gripping your throat tight - and your phone rings.

You try to turn your head and JJ moves your head back, “Don’t worry about that right now.” His lips fall to yours, distracting you until it rings again.

He looks over and grabs it, handing it to you, “Answer it. It’s John B.”

Your eyes go wide and you sit up, but JJ pushes you back down, “No. I’m going to eat you out while you talk to him.”

You answer the call as JJ moves down your body, “Hello?”

“Hey, we landed, just thought I’d call and see how you’re doing.” John B says on the other end, “You didn’t clean up did you?”

You take a deep breath, “I just.. woke up from a nap.” You bite down on your lip as JJ’s tongue works it way into your pussy, “And yeah.. I did clean up.”

You try your hardest not to let any whimpers or moans slip because JJ was phenomenal at this. His tongue swipes around your cunt as his fingers rub harsh circles on your clit.

“You didn’t have to do that.” John B laughs, “But I appreciate it. I ne-“

“More laundry stuff. Noted.” You force a laugh to cover up the moan that’s desperately trying to escape, “I’ll go tomorrow.”

You bring your hand up, covering your mouth as you close your eyes.

“Did JJ show up? I tried calling him, too but he isn’t answering.”

“Haven’t seen him.” You lift your head, watching as the blonde between your legs absolutely devours you, “Which… is..” you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe out, “Surprising.”

“I’m sure he’ll show up, but you know the drill.”

You roll your hips, biting down on your lip to compose yourself, “With you constantly drilling it into my head, how can I not?”

He laughs, “Alright. Let me know if you hear from Jayj.”

“I will.” You roll your eyes, praying that John B will just hang up, “Have a good trip.”

“Will do. See ya, y/n.”

“Yep, bye.” You pull the phone away, hanging up before you reach down and grab JJ by the hair, “You motherfucker.”

He laughs, reaching down to grab your hips, “I’m only fuckin’ you, baby.” He smirks and flips you over, lifting your hips so he can reinsert his cock into you and you moan out loudly, “J-Jayj, please.”

“So needy.” He lifts a hand, allowing it to slap back down onto the skin of your ass, “I fuckin’ love that.”

He leans down, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling you to sit up a little before his thrusts fall back into being hard and fast.

You reach up, holding yourself up on the arm of the couch as you cry out, “Yesyesyes, right there, JJ!”

“That’s it, baby.” He throws his head back, groaning out before leaning down to peck the back of your shoulder, “If only JB knew just how much of a little slut you were for me.”

“He would explode..” you laugh slightly but it turns into a moan, “Fuck, J.” You tilt your head back and he rests his forehead against it, “You close again?”

“Uh huh.” You nod slightly, “Need all of you.” You push your hips back to meet his thrusts and JJ groans, “You want it, you gotta earn it.”

He sit down on the couch and pulls you back into his lap. Your legs move to either side of his hips and you sink back down onto his cock.

He leans forward, kissing up the valley between your boobs, “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He leans back, hands sliding down your sides, “Fuckin’ look at you.”

You start to bounce, eager to get him to his point of spilling everything inside of you.

You needed him, maybe it was the forbidden love label that your over protective cousin slapped on JJ, but you could go crazy if you didn’t get it.

“Ridin’ me like a pro. Fuck.” He leans back, eyes trailing down your body to stop and fixate on your body meeting his with each bounce from you, “Jesus, fuck.”

His hands grip your hips and he looks up at you, “Gimme one more, sweetheart. One more, and I’ll give you want you want.”

Desperate for his release, you grip the couch behind his shoulders and continuously slam your hips down, moaning out constantly as you work yourself to your own orgasm.

“Fuck there you go.” JJ bucks his hips up, “just like that, keep it goin, baby. Keep it goin’.”

Your lips meet his, swallowing each others moans as you feel him finish inside you, “Jayj.” You whimper, “Feels so good.”

His pulls you into his body, arms wrapping around you as he kisses your head, “How was that, hmm?” You nod against his neck, “Amazing, Jayj.”

He rubs your back for a few minutes before he giggles to himself. You sit up, tilting your head as you look at him, “What?”

He licks his lips, laying his head back, “You have ever gone skinny dipping?”

You shake your head and he raises his brows, “You want to?” You bite down on your lip and smirk, standing up to wrap a blanket around your body, “I’ll race ya.”

You take off for the door and JJ is instantly behind you, laughing and still naked as can be, “Don’t let me catch you.”

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[hwashotcheeto]

A late night, frustrated, horny ass drabble about

Him

[Full Version]

(This was written in a literal fit of rage while listening to MATZ because I was so frustrated and just had to get it all out)

Because I want him to fucking pin me to the floor while I'm wearing his big stupid fur coat and fuck me so rough I won't walk for weeks

Holding me down by my hips while he pounds my hole with no mercy while he says the most filthy shit

"Such a naughty fucking slut, walking in wearing nothing but my coat while I'm working, just wanting my cock."

And I'd be sobbing and desperately clinging onto the floor while begging him to go harder and faster even though my hips and ass are gonna be bruised from how brutal he already is

But he obliges by flipping me onto my stomach on all fours with his arm around my hips to keep me up so he can fuck me into next week with his other hand pulling my hair

"You're never satisfied, are you? So fucking greedy, you can never get enough of my cock. Lucky for you, I can never get enough of your pretty hole."

And I'd still be sobbing and screaming and my head going light from it all and still clinging onto the floor while begging him to make me come all over his cock

But I'm not satisfied after one round but he's exhausted from how much he did already so he makes me ride him on his office chair

And he just watches as I sob because I'm struggling to fuck myself on him because I'm shaking so bad so he helps by rubbing my clit

"Aww, dumb baby can't even fuck herself properly. You can't even think straight because you wanna cum so bad, isn't that right?"

And he eventually gets the energy back to fuck up into me and he makes me come again without even really trying because I'm so desperate and sensitive

But I made him hard without him coming so he makes me suck him off and he makes me choke and gag as he fucks my throat because he knows I love that too and he loves seeing the spit and tears and cum all on my face and neck

"That's it, there you go. Clean up the mess you made, slut. Don't you dare, you stay right fucking there. You asked for this, you can take it."

And when he all cums down my throat I swallow it all like the good slut I am and lean on his thigh while he's petting my head and telling me how good I did

And then we go take a bath together so he can cuddle me and help me wash up

And he makes me wash his fur coat after all that

[drarrily-we-row-along]

It had been literal years since Harry had seen him, it shouldn’t still feel like this.

Looking at Draco Malfoy while he swanned around the gala, not even noticing Harry’s existence, felt like he’d been hit with a bombarda to the chest. The grief, the rage, the fear, the brokenness, everything came back like it was yesterday. Like he was twenty one and desperately in love, like his entire life was oriented around another person. And the devastation of being left without a word; the empty, expansive void that filled his entire body.

He couldn’t stop watching him. Couldn’t take his eyes off his lithe form, so similar and yet different. He walked taller now, he was self assured in a way he hadn’t been. Open, smiling, like he actually knew he was worthy and it changed how he viewed other people. But he was still himself; clever and funny, still a little bashful when someone praised him.

Harry wondered what else was the same. Wondered if his mouth still tasted the same, if his hands could still make Harry’s body go pliant and his mind go blank. He wondered if he still got giggly after sex. Wondered if earl grey was still his favorite type of tea. If he still hated tequila. Wondered what Harry’d done wrong and how he could have messed up badly enough that Draco left after three years together without a word.

It was inevitable that he found himself following Draco when he went to the men's room, a moth to a flame that would incinerate it and leave its charred smoking remains in a pile of ash. Locking the door behind him, he waited, leaning against the row of sinks until Draco emerged from the stall. There was barely a hitch in his step, barely a flash of recognition in those silver eyes when he looked at Harry.

"Not even a hello?" he asked, suddenly incensed at Draco for ignoring him, at himself for setting himself up for this.

"Hello, Potter," he said evenly. "Enjoying yourself at this fine Ministry Gala?"

"Fuck you," he hissed.

Draco turned and raised an irritatingly perfect eyebrow at him, "Was a hello not what you wanted?"

And Harry saw it, the flicker in his eyes that meant he knew he'd asked the wrong question. "Not what I wanted," he repeated, throat tight and eyes stinging. "Not what I wanted?" He shook his head, "when have you ever cared about what I wanted?"

"Right," Draco said. "Terribly sorry that this Gala helps to fund my research and I had to be here tonight for my job." He said it calmly, devoid of any of the emotions that were racing under Harry's skin. "If you'll excuse me," he said, starting past Harry and moving toward the door, "I'll just get out of your way."

Harry's hands were on him before he even knew what he was doing, shoving him back against the door and pinning him there. "Seven years, Draco. Seven years and not a single word."

"Let me go," he said, voice still unerringly calm.

He shook his head, "No. Not until you-" he broke of, chest heaving as he fought for control, as he fought to get a breath.

"Until I what?" he asked.

"Not until you tell me why," Harry said, voice shaking. "Not until you give me the reason that you threw away three years together without a single. fucking. word."

He just stared at him, still not giving him a word.

"Tell me," he said, begged really, "just. Give me something. Give me some closure. Let me move on."

"Nothing is stopping you from moving on," he replied steadily.

He growled, "Fucking hell, Draco. Just tell me-"

"You're hurting me," the other man said, pressing a palm against Harry's chest.

Harry loosened his grip, "You hurt me," he whispered. "You tore out my entire heart when you fucked off and left. You left this giant, gaping sink hole of a wound in my chest that has never closed, never healed right. It always fucking hurts."

He shook his head, eyes suspiciously bright.

"Tell me," Harry demanded. "Tell me what I did. Tell me how you stopped loving me. Tell me why you left. I would have given you anything, I would have done anything, would hav-"

"I know!" Draco exploded, his voice sharp and furious, and Harry reveled in it, in his loss of composure. "I know that you would have and I didn't want you to."

"What?" he asked.

Draco shoved him off, "Let go of me." He tried to turn and get the door open but Harry grabbed him and spun him around again.

"What do you mean?"

"Let go!" he demanded, pushing roughly at him.

"No," he replied stubbornly. "You owe me this much, at least."

"I owe you nothing," Draco hissed, voice low.

Harry released his grip on the other man, body involuntarily taking a step back as he shrunk in on himself, curling away from him. "Fine," he whispered, wishing he could sink into the floor, wishing he could just disappear, wishing for anything that would take the pain away.

The other man sighed and Harry could hear him straightening his robes before he pulled open the door. "I owe you nothing because the cost of leaving was too high in the first place," he said.

And Harry's head filled with a thousand questions, he looked up but Draco had already left. Rushing out after him, Harry caught him just at the end of the hall. They were in plain sight of everyone at the Gala, if they cared to look their way, but Harry couldn't have cared less. "What?" he asked, maneuvering so that he was in front of the other man. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Everyone can see you," Draco said, voice low so no one would hear, his face impassively blank in a way that Harry detested; it made something go funny in his chest, the desire to break him from that shell, to muss him up, to kiss him until he was breathless and smiling, color high on his cheeks.

"I don't care." He shook his head, "For fuck's sake Draco. I don't care what any of them think. Please," he whispered. "Please just," he let out a rush of air that he'd been holding too tight in his lungs. "Please."

"Not here," he said, glancing around the room very clearly trying to clock who'd noticed them talking.

He nodded eagerly, "tell me where and when."

Draco looked at him, actually looked at him, his eyes moving over Harry's face like a caress. "Mac's, 9:00 pm."

He spun off and left Harry standing there, staring at the wall. He hadn't been to Mac's in seven years, not since Draco'd left.

The rest of the Gala couldn't go quickly enough and Harry found himself leaving before he really needed to but he couldn't help it; he couldn't stand and talk to one more person that he had no interest in talking to. Not to mention the torment of watching Draco swan about, wooing donors; Harry's heart couldn't take it.

Flooing home to change into a green jumper and a pair of jeans before heading to the diner seemed like the only reasonable course of action.

The neon clock behind the counter revealed he was only ten minutes early and he mentally congratulated himself on taking up as much time as he had.

"Well bless my soul," the waitress, Barb if Harry remembered right, said. "I haven't seen you in ages. Look how you've grown."

"And you look just the same, lovely as ever," Harry replied, smiling at her. It was true, she wore the same blue dress and apron, hair pulled back in a bun, still had the same blue eye shadow.

"Flatterer," she accused, but she looked pleased. "Where's your young man?" she asked, leading him back to the corner booth that they'd always preferred and for a moment Harry's heart twisted painfully in his chest.

"Coming, I hope," he said.

She nodded, eyes full of understanding, "Now, don't tell me," she said. "You're a strawberry shake and he's-" she broke off, brow furrowing in concentration.

"A chocolate malt," he said at the same time as another voice behind her.

Both he and Barb looked up to find Draco standing behind her, hands shoved into the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, top button on his black dress shirt unbuttoned. He looked like he'd stepped straight out of a muggle magazine, hair just a little disheveled but devastatingly handsome. Harry could barely breathe around how fucking gorgeous he was, how badly he wanted him.

"But if I'm being honest," he said, "I haven't had that much sugar in ages. I should probably-"

"Nonsense," she said, shooing him into the booth across from Harry. "Reunions always require something of the old to mix with the new."

Before either of them could respond to that, she bustled off to the kitchen, leaving the two of them staring awkwardly at one another.

"Draco-" he started just as the other man began with "Look-"

Harry shook his head and gave a little chuckle, running his fingers through his curls and tucking them behind his ear, "Go ahead," he offered.

Squaring his shoulders, Draco began again, "Agreeing to come here with you was a moment of weakness."

"A moment of weakness?" Harry interrupted.

Draco glared at him, "Yes. I'm really not interested in having this conversation. I'm not interested in rehashing everything that happened."

He took a slow breath, "I deserved a good bye," he said eyes stinging.

"Excuse me?" he asked, sounding a bit taken aback.

Barb came over and deposited their shakes and a platter of nachos between them. "I'll just be tidying up," she said. "Over there," she added pointedly. "Don't be shy if you boys need anything."

Harry waited until she was a reasonable distance away from their table before he said, "Listen, I don't need to know why you left. You're right, you don't owe me that. So even though I'd like to know, even though it kills me not to know what happened, what I did wrong," he broke off, shaking his head. "You can have your own reasons and I don't have to know them. But I deserved a good bye."

Those grey eyes, the ones he'd spent countless hours staring into, the ones he'd dreamt of more times than he could count, stared at him like he couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

"I loved you, Draco," he said softly, the truth splitting the wounds in his heart open wide. "I loved you more than anything, I would have done anything, I would have given you anything. If you'd told me you needed to leave, I would have been heartbroken, but I would have let you." He took a deep shuddering breath, "but I deserved a good bye."

"I couldn't," Draco said simply. He started to slide toward the edge of his bench but Harry reached out.

"Damn it, Draco," he said. "Sit down. Please. If you ever loved me-"

"If I ever loved you?" he asked and finally his exterior cracked. "If I ever loved you?" he repeated incredulously. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he repeated, blood pressure rising.

"Yes, you fucking idiot! What do you mean 'if I ever loved you'?" He shook his head, "How can you possibly imagine that my leaving wasn't out of love for you?"

"Because it wasn't!" he exclaimed.

"Yes it was."

He shook his head, "There's no way in hell," he said. "It wasn't for me because you leaving completely destroyed me. You leaving left me in a state of depression that made me wish I was dead. For fucking months. I went to therapy; I still go to therapy, you leaving still comes up. Regularly. There was nothing about that choice that was good for me.”

“How do you imagine that relationship would have ended?”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t know. I’ve been too preoccupied with dealing with the fall out of how it actually ended to wonder how it might have ended otherwise.”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead in a gesture that Harry had seen enough to know that he was getting a tension headache. He wondered if scratching his fingers through the hair at the back of his head still helped, wondered if rubbing his neck still eased the pain. "That relationship would have ended with you hating me."

"Right," he said. "So glad we avoided that outcome."

"Do you hate me?" he asked, looking at Harry like the answer mattered to him.

He let out a breath, "I wanted to. It would have been easier if I could have."

Draco nodded, "And I wouldn't blame you if you did, but I didn't want to stick around for that." He sighed, "Look, we couldn't have kept living in the shadows. Coming out to muggle restaurants, sharing a bed, living on the edge of the world and hoping that we didn't get caught."

"Draco, I would have come out with you. If you'd wanted to tell people, I would have. Godric. How little can you possibly think of me that-?"

He shook his head, "That's my point. You would have come out, you would have told the world, and we would have lived under the proverbial shit storm that rained down on us. Constant harassment, we'd be the front page of every newspaper. I had to leave the country to get accepted into a training program that would accept me as it was."

"And?" Harry asked, "I'm not new to the media shit-show."

Draco looked at him, eyes sad like he could see something that Harry couldn't. "You're not, that's the point. Harry," he said, and the way that he said his name felt like Harry's heart was being ripped open, "you deserved time to heal. You deserved a shot at a normal life. You deserved to be happy. You deserved so much-"

"That wasn't your choice to make!" Harry exclaimed. "What I deserved, what would make me happy; it wasn't your decision. Not without me at least. Because it didn't make me happy. You made me happy."

"But I wouldn't have," he said. "It was the only way. For both of us. I needed to get my life together. I'm brilliant," he said, and somehow it didn't sound cocky, it was just a statement of fact. "Harry, I'm so good at my job. I'm so good at developing potions and magic that is helping people in ways we couldn't have imagined even five years ago."

"I know," Harry replied. "I've followed your career. I've read your articles."

The little smile that curved Draco's mouth shouldn't have felt like that still, it shouldn't have made him feel like his heart expanded four sizes. "And you needed to find your life outside of me. It felt like you hated everything, like you wanted to burn the entire world, everything outside of our bed. And I was never going to be enough to fill that need."

"You were," he said, throat burning. "Draco, I would have supported you. I would have given you anything-"

"I know. And I couldn't let you." He shook his head, "Leaving you," Draco looked down at his hands where they were clenched on the table. "Circe, Harry, it nearly killed me. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I meant what I said about the cost of leaving being too high. I wanted to give you the life you deserved.”

“All I wanted was you,” he replied.

“I know. And don’t you see why that is a problem? Harry, if all you wanted was me, how could I ever be enough? When all of your dreams, or goals, or aspirations revolve around me,” he shook his head. “I wanted more for you.”

“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you-”

He nodded, “I know. But by the end, neither of us even knew how to be a complete person on our own.”

“Three years of shared life will do that to a person,” he replied blandly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said, and Harry couldn’t count the number of times that he’d wished to hear those words. “I am. But I would do it again.”

The dried, brittle remains of his heart crumbled in his chest. “Right.”

Draco’s hand reached across the table and covered Harry’s, and Harry stopped breathing. “You might be right,” he said. “You probably deserved a good bye. But if I’d given one to you, if I’d even tried, I never would have been able to leave you.”

He opened his mouth to reply but Draco continued.

“I’m not a brave man, I’ve never been well versed in denying myself what I wanted. But I had to give us a chance. I had to give us both the chance to grow into the men we needed to become. I had to give you the chance to be happy.”

“Is that what you think I am?” Harry asked. “Happy?”

Draco blinked, “Well, yes.” His eyebrows furrowed, “you run multiple successful charities that are doing immeasurable good. You’re always in the Prophet with some new witch or wizard gazing adoringly at you-”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” he said bluntly. “Some events require a plus one, so,” he shrugged. “But I still sleep on the left side of the bed. I still unconsciously check to make sure the covers aren’t bunched under me when I roll over because my body got used to not wanting to take them from you.

“Yes, I run my charities,” he continued. “I attend ministry functions. I visit my godchildren and hang out with friends. Yes. I do the duties set before me in my life and I make time for people I love.” He shook his head, “but no one who knows me would say that I am happy.”

Draco stared at him uncertainly.

“It never made sense,” Harry continued. “I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong, how I’d fucked up so badly. I loved you so much, I wanted what was good for you, and I came to terms with that not being me. But for you to tell me it was for me,” he blew out a breath and shook his head. “Whatever you may think, that wasn’t what was good for me.”

No words came out of the other man’s mouth, and Harry decided he’d probably tortured him long enough.

He rapped his knuckles on the table and stood, dropping some money for the bill before murmuring, “good bye, Draco. I hope your life is everything that you wanted.”

Then he all but fled the diner, desperate to be anywhere that wasn’t there. His heart couldn’t take it. Maybe Draco has been right and a conversation only made things worse.

Before he could get to the alley down the street, the one he and Draco had stood in more times than Harry could count to snog until one of them got too horny and apparated them back to Harry’s bed, he heard the sound of footsteps chasing him down the sidewalk. And he would have recognized those footsteps anywhere, could have picked out Draco’s gait out of any line up. “What-” he began, turning toward him.

But he was interrupted by Draco cupping his face and kissing him, his body surging against Harry’s.

Harry didn’t waste this moment, he grabbed onto the other man and pulled him in, kissing him back with all of the heart ache, all of the desire and love that he hadn’t been able to give him when he’d left.

Draco pressed him back against the wall, caging Harry in and making him feel kept and held. “I’m sorry,” Draco managed into the kiss. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, trying to just draw him back into the kiss, he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want anything but this moment; Draco in his arms, bodies pressed together, not a space between them.

But he pulled back and Harry felt bereft. “Forgive me,” he pleaded. “I really believed I was doing the right thing-”

“Draco-”

He shook his head, pressing a trembling finger to Harry’s lips, “there hasn’t been anyone else for me but you either,” he confessed. “Harry,” he broke off, a tear sliding down his cheek, “you are the love of my life. I wanted you to be happy.” He broke, tears spilling down his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re brilliant,” Harry echoed back to him.

“Forgive me,” he whispered. “If you meant it, when you said you weren’t happy here,” he started, “come with me. Salazar, I know it sounds crazy.” He shook his head, “but I’ve hated every single moment of not being with you. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to Harry’s, “I love you so much. Come back to France with me. We can start a new life there. I know it sounds crazy-”

“Yes,” he interrupted him. “Godric, yes. Let me come with you. Let me stay with you.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Draco cried, tears still pouring down his face. “You don’t know-”

“I know you,” he replied, holding Draco’s face in his hands to kiss him. “Yes, this is fast and sudden, and I’m sure we’ll have more than one fight about it. But I love you too. I have spent the last seven years wishing you’d walk back into my life, I’m not about to waste that opportunity now.”

“Come back to my hotel with me?”

He shook his head, “come back to our flat?” he whispered. “Come sleep in our bed?”

“You stayed?”

He nodded, “it was ours. I didn’t want to leave behind all I had left of you. And if you ever decided to come back,” he broke off. “Well, I wanted to be there.”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, “take me home,” he whispered.

“Home is anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”

[geekforhorror]

HELLO!! sorry that im literally a fiend for sub!anakin its a problem i fear but idk maybe like femdom!reader teasing ani with a vibrator and then ruining his orgasm ☺️ idk guys maybe 🤸‍♂️

GIRL I FEEL U AND THANK U SM FOR THE REQ

take me to the top

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!fem!reader, sub!anakin, jealous reader, anakin being bratty as fuck, use of a vibrator, edging, degradation, orgasm denial.

word count: 1.1k

How did Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, end up being a complete mess while you were mercilessly teasing him? It was quite simple actually. It all happened because he was simply a needy little thing today. He had been trying to get your attention countless times throughout the day with no avail at first. Quite frankly, you thought it was kinda cute but in a pathetic way. That was before you saw him laughing with Padme. You felt the rage fill your body at that very moment and knew you had to do something about his bratty behavior.

See, you made him think he had gotten away with it when he showed up to your quarters. You pretended you knew nothing about it until you were ready to let him know otherwise. While the two of you were eating dinner, you decided to break the ice.

“So how’s Padme?” you ask him knowingly.

“Why do you ask?” he responds, not knowing why the hell you just brought up Padme.

“Well I saw the two of you having an awfully great time together today,” you say to him, letting him know just how upset you were.

“It was nothing, I promise you,” he said reassuringly.

“See Ani, I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that,” you say adamantly.

“Baby, I pro-“ he says before you cut him off mid sentence.

“I think you wanted me to see that, Ani, considering how needy and bratty you’ve been around me all day,” you say coldly.

“I swear I’m telling the truth,” he said, knowing he was actually trying to get a rise out of you with that stunt.

“You want me, Ani? Is that what you’ve been wanting all day? For me to pleasure you like the whore you are?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

At first he’s too ashamed to give you an answer, but he knew he had to tell you the truth. “Y-Yes,” he pathetically replied.

“Bedroom. Now,” you ordered of him. He walks behind you to the bedroom and you open the door without wasting any time. Once Anakin finally enters the dark room, you push him onto the bed. You are now straddling him with your legs on both sides of his waist, causing contact through the fabric of his pants. Suddenly, you feel him grow hard under you which you couldn’t help but smirk at. So pathetic.

“Look at my pretty boy all worked up over nothing,” you coo, taking in the sight of Ani’s lust-filled eyes, practically telling you to take him out of his misery. However, you had a plan that would make him plead all night long.

“Please I need you…” Anakin says to you.

“Be more specific, baby,” you urge of him.

“Touch me… Please,” he begs of you.

“You mean like this?” you say before teasingly rubbing his erection through the rough fabric of his pants. The contact causes him to let out a breathy moan while also bucking his hips in an attempt to gain more friction. You shake your head at this action of his before pulling your hand away from his erection just as fast as you placed it there.

“Oh, you didn’t really think I was going to touch you like that after how much of a whore you were today, did you? You see, dirty little sluts don’t get a reward like that,” you tut.

“I’m sorry, baby… just wanted you to notice me,” he admits shamefully before earning a playful scoff from you.

“All you had to do was ask me,” you say to Anakin. “Now you get punished,” you continue before getting off his lap, now making your way over to your nightstand. You open the drawer before pulling out a vibrator while shaking it towards him. He realized what you were going to do and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“You see, you’re going to get touched… just not by me, pretty boy,” you say. Before saying another word, you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles before you make him step out of them. You took in the sight of his hard cock, which made you more cocky than you’d like to admit, but there was no time for that right now.

You turn on the toy in your hand before stripping him of his tunics, leaving him entirely bare in front of you. Maker, this was going to be fun.

You slowly bring the vibrator toward his cock and apply it on his aching shaft. He lets out a breathy gasp at the sudden pleasure and throws his head back. “So pathetic,” you retort before continuing your tormenting.

“Feels so good..” Anakin lets out.

“You like this don’t you?” you ask your hot mess of a boyfriend.

“Y-Yes,” he says in the most sexy whiny voice you’ve ever heard him speak in.

“How about this?” you say, working the vibrator further up his swollen cock, applying more pressure on his sensitive areas.

“Mmph,” he grunts in ecstasy. The noises he was making for you did nothing but turn you on more than you’d like to admit. You knew it was going to be the death of you when you felt the arousal practically dripping down your thighs. However, you had to focus on punishing him.

“Maker, Ani… You’re such a pretty little thing for me and me only. Remember that,” you say seductively before pressing down on his warm cock.

The pulsing sensation in his dick had been agonizing for him and he felt like he was seeing stars. Plus, your words weren’t helping either. Somehow, it made him even more desperate for you. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer and you knew too just by the way his cock twitched beneath the toy.

“ ‘S close, baby… Please let me cum,” he moans.

“You wanna cum, my sweet boy?” you ask rhetorically.

“More than anything… Please,” he says raggedly.

You were conflicted. He had been such a good boy for you while taking his punishment, but did he really deserve to cum after the stunt he pulled today? I mean, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t reinforce the consequences of his slutty actions?

You decide to pull the toy away from his cock, which earns a big frown from Anakin.

“Why’d you do that?” he whines.

“It’s just a reminder to never do something like that again otherwise next time I will edge you all night if you do something like you did today,” you say before walking out of the room, leaving him naked and in shock.

[eletricheart]

Hello, I really like your stories especially with Donna Beneviento. Can you do a Donna Beneviento x daughter reader again but the daughter died because Ethan Winters killed her when he's in the village. I wanna see Donna's reaction to the whole thing.

Withered flowers

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!reader)

*spotify lyrics

Word count: 753

TW: death, blood, grief

ps: i tried my best to give details of what grief feels like but it sort of feels like nothing so its a bit hard😭

ps2: sorry if this is too short, i hope u like it😔✌

ps3: there is literally no happiness in this

ps4: spotify song at the end

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You knew something was wrong the moment Donna returned from the Lords meeting with Mother Miranda. You could see her hands shaking while holding a flask and Angie unusually quiet walking by her side.

You knew better than asking, so you silently prepared some tea while Donna stored the flask. Angie stayed beside you, hugging your head but not making the usual jokes.

The dollmaker was grateful for not having to talk, she was aware that would have to eventually tell you what happened, but for one moment she wanted to pretend all was well. She wanted to pretend there wasn't a possibility you’d hate her or be disappointed. You were all she had. So for this one day, Donna wanted to be normal.

And that's what you did, you drank some tea and got into knitting. You followed your routine perfectly, not once questioning since she isolated often when wishing to protect you. You trusted her, she was your family.

It all changed when Mother Miranda called to tell about Ethan’s predicament at the Dimitrescu’s.

It happened so fast, one moment Donna was rushing you to hide, the other you had a scissor on your chest.

Ethan regretted it the moment he actually saw you, but it was too late, when the illusion faded he could hear rushed steps towards him, so he apologized and ran out with the flask.

You could barely feel the wound, your head was foggy enough to not hear Donna’s scream. The dollmaker was terrified when she saw him attacking you through a doll’s eye. She wanted to kill him, to make him suffer, but her mind cleared once noticing your bloodied form falling to the ground.

She cradled you gently in her arms, with one hand trying to stop the blood and the other caressing your face.

The woman, with her veil dropped beside her, tried to hold her tears unsuccessfully. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna fix you, I promise, I can fix this, I can, I-”. She was cut off with a painful cough coming out of you.

You tried to speak but every breath was not only hurtful but tiring. You didn't want to leave her alone, you were trying so hard to stay awake you didn't even notice the tears streaming down. “Mom, I-I-.”

Donna gently silenced you, wiping your tears with her fingers. “Save your strengths, I know, I know. Angie is bringing a first aid kit, and you’re gonna be good in no time. You’re my baby, I’m not losing you too, I'm not.”

The dollmaker could hear the clock ticking, she didn't even know if she truly asked Angie to bring the aid, in fact there was a chance all her friends stopped functioning. She felt as if she was underwater, where everything is quiet and loud at the same time. She couldn't breathe even though air was reaching her lungs.

Donna kept holding you, saying it was gonna be okay. A part of her noticed when you stopped breathing, the logical side of her brain begging her to wake up, to do something. But she couldn't think, she couldn't feel, everything simply ceased to exist.

Donna was fully sobbing and yet not processing what was happening. She felt empty, as if all air had been sucked out, as if all light had been erased.

It hurt.

She kept saying it was gonna be okay, she kept crying and she kept begging to wake up.

She did not even remember her rage against Ethan anymore, nor what she was supposed to protect. Every plant around and inside her Manor withered in just a few minutes, all her defenses were gone, nothing was worth keeping anymore.

The distant gunshots felt like hope, the end to this soul crushing suffering.

At one point she was also laying on the floor, still holding you, still saying it was gonna be okay.

Donn knew grief too well, she knew the headache that came from crying too much, she knew the moment where the crying stopped and only a shell stayed in this world, she knew the ringing in her ears, she knew it all.

And she let it consume her, like all those past times. The dollmaker allowed the time to go by, allowed her mind to shut down while she waited for it to be over.

The woman did not care for the explosions, for the phone ringing or the banging on her door. All she saw was you, and you were gone.

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[theblueflower05]

Okay, english is not my mother language but I'm gonna do my best.

It would be amazing if you made a story where tsireya and reader are a couple but they seem like best friends, so when the sullys arrive to the metkayina clan (let's say they are older than in the movie) lo'ak has a crush on Tsireya. Reader helps Tsireya teach the sullys the shape of water and lo'ak always tries to flirt with Tsireya. Until one day, Lo'ak takes a walk on the beach where he knows there are no people and he finds Tsireya and reader making love to each other. It would be great if you made Tsireya call reader mommy but I'll leave this to you.

The explanation came out quite long, I hope it is not too much to ask :)

Okay but this is the most juicy scrumptious ask I’ve ever gotten and I hope you know it made me literally clench around nothing. It’s just too good.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to write some Subby!Tsireya smut. I’m gonna go change my panties now.

Smut under the cut

You and Tsireya’s relationship still new and fresh and blossoming.

Most in the village think your just friends, the shy nature of your touches and hugs appearing like no more then girlhood friendship. They don’t need to know what the two of you get up to in your private time- you’re not a fan of PDA and Tsireya respects that.

The Sully’s arrive just after your three month anniversary.

You’re hesitant of new people, not cruel or interested in being nasty and joining in on the teasing. But nervous. Introverted and a tad bit wary.

She’s everything your not, kind and out going. Her aura sparkles, powder pink and glittery. She’s soft and welcoming, she’ll make an amazing T’sahik.

When she ropes you into helping train the newcomers, of course you can’t say no. When have you ever been able to say no to those giant eyes?

“They had to leave their home, could you even imagine that? It breaks my heart. We must help them adjust”

And she’s right of course.

The more that you get to know the Sully’s, the more your heart hurts for them. Being so forcibly uprooted from everything they’d ever known is horrific.

You “mother hen” people. It had always been known about you. The moment you take someone under your wing, there’s little you wouldn’t do for them.

You like the Sully siblings. Bond with them. Would even say you’ve become friends with them-

All except for one.

You can’t stand Lo’ak.

Toruk Makto’s youngest son grates at your last nerve. He’s brash and annoying-

And he won’t stop flirting with Tsireya.

It makes you see red. Makes your heart pound and your fists clench, everytime he whispers sweet nothings to her. Or stares at her with that love struck expression on his stupid face.

Tsireya doesn’t reciprocate, is respectful of her already established relationship but-

She’s just too fucking nice.

You tell her of the fact as you throw fits about it.

She’s yours. How dare this five fingered outsider come in and disrespect what you had?

“Y/n” she sighs as the two of you sit close together, the beach vacant. Only the ocean, lapping rhythmically at the shore, is there to bare witness to your vulnerability.

You’d been crying, your turquoise eyes red rimmed and your plush lips set into a tight frown.

Your knees are pulled up to your chest and you refuse to meet your girlfriends pleading gaze.

“It meant nothing, I was only teaching him to free dive” Tsireya vows before reaching out to you. Her soft hand on your shoulder as she urges you gently to look at her. “I only want to be with you. My heart beats for you, it belongs to you. Is that not enough?”

You huff, shaking your head “You let him hold your hand today!”

“He was drowning! He needed my help!“ she protests.

She’s too kind for her own good, for yours either. You’d seen the look on his face while their fingers intertwined.

It made you sick with jealousy. Twisted with unbridled rage.

“You…are kind, my sweet love. Too kind. But you’re not stupid. Don’t pretend that you don’t see the way that he looks at you” you hiss at her, avoiding her touch. So upset that it curdles in your stomach like something vile.

She sniffles. Tsireyas an emotional creature by nature. Having you this upset with her has her close to spiraling.

“What do you want me to do? I won’t train him anymore, if you don’t want me to. Please, Y/N. Don’t be upset with me” she warbles out, her big bottom lip quivering.

She’d do anything to melt this icy coldness that you were settling over the relationship she so deeply cherished.

“I want you to tell him your mine” you state with finality and she’s nodding before you can even finish.

“Yes, yes of course” she agrees. “I’ll tell him we’re dating. I’ll make that clear”

“No Tsireya. Not that we’re dating” you hiss at her, seething at her naivety “Tell him that your mine”

“Anything” she whimpers. She’d tell him anything you wanted her to.

You sigh and reach over. Grabbing her dimpled chin gently, your fingers firm on her jaw “He wants to fuck you, you know”

She blushes, cheeks going hot and rosy. Tries to shake her head, but your grip just gets that much firmer.

“He does” you continue, your bold gaze piercing. She can’t look away from your sparkling light green eyes as you speak “You’re going to tell him that you don’t need his cock. That you spend every night with me, fully satisfied. I treat you well so well”

She nods eagerly. “Of cour-“ you squeeze her so hard it hurts. It has her whimpering, tears gathering in her thick lash line.

“No, that wasn’t really a question, was it? I know I take care good of you, Tsireya. Anything you want, I give you. I’d rip out my fucking heart for you if you asked me to” your words are intense, laced with desperation. You’re quickly losing your composure- completely raw as you sink into how much you feel for her.

It’s obsessive. Not completely healthy.

Too much for most people-

Not for Tsireya.

Tsireya thrives on emotional energy.

She is already starting to squirm. She loves you when you get like this. She’s spoiled rotten, she wants all of your attention all of the time.

“Mhmm” she can only agree, her jaw aching in your hands.

“Who’s are you?” It’s a little bit of a taunt- meaner then you’d like to be but you’d been pushed here. Pushed to this emotional state.

“Yours, mommy” Tsireya whines, cheeks still squished in your grip. Lips pursed and pouting.

You slam your mouth to hers. That’s all you needed to hear.

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Lo’ak has never felt like this.

There’d been girls back home in the forest, one’s that caught his eye. One’s that he’d pursued.

But there had never been a girl like Tsireya.

What had started as an innocent crush had bloomed into something- more. Something all consuming.

He thought about her before he went to sleep at night, and then again as the rays from the morning eclipse filled his family’s Mauri.

Her pretty face. Her sweet laugh. Her kindness.

It was all too much for him. No one had ever been this nice to him before, how was he not supposed to completely fall head over heels for her?

Tsireya likes him back. He knows it. She’s always willing to be an ear when he needs to vent. She never makes fun of his five fingers or tawtute eyebrows. She laughs at all his jokes!

And most of all. She spends all her free time teaching him the way of water.

There’s no way she doesn’t like him. He’s sure of it. Gloats about it to his siblings-

“Maybe she’s just that nice? Ever think about that, skxwng? I bet she’d tutor anyone who needed it”

Kiri was wrong. She just didn’t understand. The seeds of doubt she tried to plant weren’t gonna stick.

He’d show them.

He’d be brave and tell Tsireya about his love for her, and she’d accept it with warm arms.

Lo’ak is sure of it.

So he musters up all his courage and sets out to find the Metkayina girl.

Some of the villagers said they’d seen her head out- she was going to forage for a particular type of seaweed. It only grew on the South Beach- other side of the island, furthest from the village.

That’s fine. He doesn’t mind the trek. He uses it to try to calm his fraying nerves. Imagines all the ways that the scene is going to play out.

Tsireya is quite emotional. She might cry at his confession. She’ll launch herself into his open arms- she’ll need to be consoled. Lo’ak will hold her tight. Kiss her until she has nothing to be ready about any longer

He walks and walks and hell. Where the fuck is she?

South Beach is desolate. Completely barren of other villagers. No Tsireya.

There’s a large rock formation- tall and acting like a barrier. Maybe she’s behind there, she has to be. He’s making his way over, just about to call out her name when a high pitched feminine moan rings out.

Breaking the silence of the deserted beach.

His golden eyes widen, tail going ramrod straight in alert because what? That can’t be-

Another moan- this one’s different. It sounds gutted, almost pained.

“Y/N- pleaseeeeee”

His cheeks are hot and his hearts pounding in his chest as he creeps over, following the sounds. Crouching behind the big rock formation, unseen as he peers through a crack.

What he gets a clear view of takes his breath okay. Makes him freeze in total and complete shock.

Tsireya is on her hands and knees, bare as the day she was born. Her pretty shell top and gauzy tweng have been discarded and lie tangled in the sand.

Her breasts are naked, nipples peaked. Her hair is a complete mess. The usual meticulously styled tendrils are everywhere, sticking to her sweaty face. Swaying with her body.

“Ah-ah-ah PLEASE” she screeches, as she thrusts back into your fingers.

You’re behind her, naked too. Ethereal in the setting eclipse. You weren’t really his type. Too bitchy, too gorgeous for your own good-

But as he watches you fuck Tsireya hard with with your hand he can’t help but acknowledge your beauty.

There’s a scowl on your face and your blue eyes sparkle as you work the girl infront of you over.

“You’re being so-ah- so mean” Tsireya wails and she sounds like she’s in pain.

But Lo’ak can tell she likes it.

Her ears are swiveling on her head, her thick tail wagging. And a small smile tugs on her pleasure slackened mouth.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get to come” you snipe back and oh holy shit.

Loak is so confused as he hides there behind the rocks. So confused and so turned on.

How long had this been going on?

We’re the two of you like- together? He just thought you guys were close friends. Is this why you were always glaring at him?

“I told you I’m sorry” Tsireya sniffles- her hips still swiveling backwards, needing the pleasure of your touch. He wishes he could see your hand, see how many fingers you had pressed into the younger girl. “I’m so sorry, mommy. I’m only yours. I love you. I love you. I love you”

Lo’aks brain kind of sort circuits.

His ears ring and his hard on deflates.

Tsireya tells you that she loves you with such conviction, her tone adoration laced even as you torment her.

He realized then that his sister had been right. Tsireya had just been being nice to him. She didn’t like him back.

The future Tsahik had never once spoken to him that way.

You coo at her.

Leaning down to press your lips against her smooth back “I love you- you’re everything to me, Reya. Come now. Squirt for me one more time”

The sounds Tsireya let’s out as she orgasms are almost un-Na’vi. She sounds like she’s dying. Gone is the innocent girl who’d welcomed him on the beach. This woman is someone he doesn’t know- someone he’ll never know.

Lo’ak pulls away once he watches Tsireya collapse in your arms.

He can’t bare to watch the loving embrace the two of you share.

He stumbles back the way he came.

Lolololol this shit was so fun to write. I love a jealous Reader. Poor Lo’ak got humbled real quick.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 30

|Rescue phase has been skipped|

|Reader gets sexually harrassed|

Now, we were all waiting for the results that would tell us if we passed or not.

"The names of those who approved are listed in alphabetical order. Please, look at the list."

Every single pair of eyes looked frantically for the first letter of their last name, and so did I, my eyes desperately trying to find it.

There it is... I'm glad.

"Ba-!" Katsuki screamed right next to my ear, leaving it ringing and I groaned while covering it.

"Goddamn it, Katsuki, you'll leave me deaf one day." He didn't react at all, his crimson eyes just stared forward, so I followed his gaze.

On the digital board, Bakugou's name was missing, meaning... He didn't pass.

I turned to him to try and calm him down a bit, but he only had a deep scowl on his face and was growling like a mad dog.

Shortly after, some men in suits gave us a paper with information about the exam.

"Oh! (M/n), you've got 98, that's the highest result so far," Eijiro peeked into my paper and Katsuki snatched it from my hands, trembling with rage.

"How did you get such a good fucking score?!" I chuckled and grabbed it back from him.

"Maybe because I'm nicer than you? It does say what you have to work on, Katsuki." He just huffed and muttered an 'I know, asshole.'

But now we had to go back to the anteroom so we could pick up our things.

I got separated from the rest because I had to stop by to use the bathroom. I was going to pee myself if I didn't go soon.

Feeling relaxed in the only way bladder relief could make you feel, I headed towards the rest of my classmates, trying to look for a spiky-haired ash-blond. But something stopped me. More like someone.

I was pushed against a wall, and a hard chest pressed against mine. My eyes were closed because of the pain but I was filled with anxiety when I saw who had pressed themselves onto me.

From Ketsubutsu High School, Shindo Yo.

"I finally see you once more, cute little (M/n)~" his voice was low and deep, getting his face closer to mine. I was able to feel his breath against my lips, making me shiver and shift slightly away from him.

"Let me... go, Shindo-san," I whispered to him, looking around us, hoping for someone to help me.

But, nobody was paying attention to us. How...? There are so many people here, how has nobody noticed?

And they want to be heroes...?

"Why don't we have some fun, eh? Nobody would notice it..." I looked at him, and he had gotten closer than before, he was literally about to kiss me!

My teeth gritted and I turned away.

"Oh~, this is actually better." His lips touched the uncovered skin of my neck and I flinched at the sensation.

I didn't like it. At all.

I shut my eyes for a second, trying to push him away, and that's when I felt his hand getting lower than it should... way lower. That made me open my eyes and lock them into his arms, using my quirk to stop him.

His arm stopped moving but instead, a vibrating feeling graced my crotch. I bit my tongue and enhanced my arm, pressing my palm against his chest and pushing him away with a hard shove. He collided with somebody else, but I left that spot before he could do anything else to me, "Wha-? Wait...!" I ignored his call and kept walking away.

I looked around the room, thankfully finding that spiky hair that I love and my only instinct was to run at him and hug his waist.

"Eh?!" Katsuki looked at me for a second and his palms held my arms, he tried to push me away, but I hugged him tighter, and then he calmed down, "Why are you shaking?" He asked me in a whisper and I saw Eijiro taking Kaminari away with the rest of our classmates.

"Just... let me stay like this for a bit," I whispered in his ear as I hid my face in his neck, feeling my body relax when I inhaled his sweet scent.

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The very moment I entered the dorm I took a shower, had dinner with everybody and headed straight to bed, throwing myself face first onto my covers and I instantly fell asleep.

My mind was foggy and clouded, everything was dark and I realized I couldn't move or open my eyes.

Again?

This kind of thing has happened to me quite a few times since, apparently, one of the earliest generations of my family had a clairvoyance or visions quirk, and even if it's not my quirk, everyone in the family has experienced this thing at least once, and it's so unpredictable.

I took a deep breath and tried to listen to my surroundings. It... It sounded like someone was fighting.

An explosion went off, a very well-known explosion for my ears, followed by a scream. "As if I'll lose to you!" That was definitely Katsuki, the raw emotion in his hoarse voice made my body tense, making me feel dizzy and nauseous.

Shit, calm down...

Slowly, I began to ease my breathing and relax my muscles, the dizziness fading along with the nausea, however, I still couldn't open my eyes to see what was happening.

I just had to wait for this to be over-

"Stop this, you two."

Was that... All Might...?

My eyes opened as my body shot up, making me sit on my bed. My breath was uneven and ragged, I looked around and I realized I was still in my room. Turning to grab my phone, I saw the hour.

It was just a little past midnight.

I lay down again and stared at the ceiling. What happened there...?

I heard steps and grunting outside my door, echoing in the hall, and the door next to my room opened. Katsuki...? Lifting my arm, I unlocked my phone and went to the messaging app, pressing Katsuki's contact.

;Leave the door open, I'm coming over.

I didn't wait for a response and left my phone there, on my bed. I got up and walked out of my room. My steps were quick yet silent as I tried hard to not wake up someone else.

I stopped in front of his door and knocked once, just to let him know I was coming in. He grunted and I took that as a 'Come in', so I did.

After pushing the door open, I looked inside the dark room, only illuminated by the moonlight coming through the blinds, I noticed Katsuki was lying on his bed, his back facing me.

I walked in and closed the door behind me, walking to sit down at the feet of his bed.

I planned to ask if something had happened, but instead, I decided to wait until he told me anything. But he kept silent, and so did the same.

Minutes passed in complete silence, I even thought he had fallen asleep, but I felt him shifting around and when I looked at him, he was shaking while quiet sobs were escaping his lips.

I got worried instantly and I held his arm, making him sit up so I could hug him.

He cursed at me as he struggled in my arms, trying to make me release him, and I heard Katsuki repeatedly mumbling "I can't forget it..." over and over.

My first assumption was the matter of that one time, when he was blaming himself for All Might's retirement. So I just caressed his back and hair, leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Everything is fine, Katsuki," a couple of times.

"Nothing is fine!" He yelled as he pushed me back, Katsuki had tears in his eyes, and they already running down his face, "Why did you say that?! I want to..." his tone lowered the more he talked, mumbling while looking down and playing with his fingers, and I couldn't hear the last thing he said.

"Katsuki...?" I reached my hand out to touch his hair, and he looked up at me. His crimson eyes were bright due to his tears and the moonlight just made him more beautiful in my eyes.

"I want to kiss you, (M/n)..." After that, he hid his face on my chest, I was shocked for a few moments... the guy I liked wanted me to kiss him!

That means he... likes me back, right? I'm not reading into it too much, am I?

Katsuki was still pressed against my chest, gripping my t-shirt in his fist and his body was still shaking a bit. I just smiled the biggest smile I've ever had on my face and wrapped my arms around his waist, lifting him onto my lap.

He yelped and looked up, when we made eye contact his face turned red. I could only stare at him, mesmerized, such beauty must have been illegal.

"Do you like me, Katsuki?" His eyes shifted down and he played with my shirt, nodding shyly after a few seconds. I hugged him and placed my chin on his shoulder, "I like you too."

Katsuki hummed and hid his face on my neck. My heart was racing, thumping aggressively against my chest, and I didn't want to move, let alone go, so I simply shifted my body around and lay down on his bed, resting my head on his pillow and holding Katsuki against my chest.

He tried to get off of me, but I didn't let him.

"Katsuki..." he hummed again and stared up at me, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" He smiled and nodded.

"Of course I want to, asshole." I chuckled with him and I cupped his cheek, getting closer to him and pressing my lips on his.

I held his face in place and stroked his lower back slowly, enjoying every second of this kiss.

The kiss that finally made him mine and made me his.

We parted away and he smiled again, blushing. He lay his head on my chest, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

I sighed and snickered to myself for a bit, feeling extremely happy at this very moment.

My eyes began to drop and before I realized it, I fell asleep too.

[noorpersona]

Broken Telephone Pt. 5 (Finale)

You’ve finally reached the end of your rope.

With seemingly everyone in the universe knowing, it was only a matter of time before Fushiguro found out too. You had doomsday approaching, but you didn’t know when.

And this was the worst kind of psychological torment.

Now that Gojo was in on it too, this added a whole new layer of terror with him being a whirlwind of unpredictability. You quite literally did not know what to do.

But you did know what you wanted to do.

You burst into one of the common areas, one that you knew where they were. They both jumped at the sound when they turned around to peer at your rage-induced state. You watched your fellow first-years go wide-eyed as they could feel your ferocity ebbing off you in waves, flames of fury practically swirling around you.

”Who. Did. It?” You asked, voice terrifyingly calm, looking is slight satisfaction as you watched your friends (tentative at the moment) squirm and sweat. Itadori stuttered, while Kugisaki only avoided the question. “What are you talking about? Did what?” You walked up to them, not breaking eye contact as you grabbed the sorcerer’s shoulders, grip so tight she couldn’t pull away, eyes boring into her soul.

“I am seconds away from collapsing in on myself like a dying star. If you don’t tell me right now what happened and why, I will do everything in my power to take you down with me.” You actually saw her gulp before Itadori stepped in. Arms up at the ready to prepare for any hellfire you might reign down upon them (though he was genuinely terrified he wouldn’t be able to stop you).

Before Itadori could say anything, Kugisaki finally spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "Okay, okay, fine! We may have let it slip to Gojo-sensei that you… have a thing for Fushiguro." As Kugisaki and Itadori nervously awaited your response, you felt a tidal wave of emotions crashing over you. Your mind was a whirlwind of frustration, embarrassment, and sheer disbelief at the mess they had dragged you into. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with your bare hands.

"Are you kidding me?!" you finally exclaimed, unable to contain your frustration any longer. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!"

Itadori winced, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I-I'm sorry, [Name], we didn't think it would—"

“Oh wow, I’m not surprised! Like you two haven’t run me through the mud five times over!” You snarled. “I said one thing! ONE! And now I’m suddenly being shipped to marriage?!” You had yelled, but just the absolute ridiculousness of the sentence, once it had run through your mind, made you burst out in only slightly insane laughter. Your classmates only looked at you in bewilderment as you wheezed, tears welling up in your eyes as you sighed with the realization.

“I’m gonna have to tell him aren’t I?” The question was mostly asked to yourself, with neither Itadori nor Kugisaki answering.

“Tell who what?” It was his voice that snapped you out of hysterics, head whipping to Fushiguro standing at the open doors, confused and concerned. The three of you made eye-contact before the brightly hair-coloured duo stumbled through their exits with shitty excuses such as ‘I think I hear Jennifer Lawrence calling me’ and ’I need to run to Home Depot’ before scurrying off like rats.

True to form.

“What was that about?” Fushiguro asks, still confused as hell. You huff out a chuckle, before shaking your head. “Who honestly knows with those two?” You ask rhetorically, before meeting the sorcerer’s eyes to find them already staring at you. “I heard yelling. What were you chastising them for this time?” You smile to yourself, mentally preparing for what you have to do. What you needed to do.

For some strange reason, you felt a wave of calm over you. You realized that really, deeply, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

It never was.

“They’ve been tormenting me over a secret I have. About you.” At his mentioning, he tilts his head, eyes unreadable. Your smile widens emptily. “I stupidly told Kugisaki I had feelings for you. You can imagine how that went.” You chuckle, devoid of humour. You refused to meet his eyes as you continued.

“Don’t worry, I don’t expect anything from you. I just figured it’d be less awkward if it came from me instead of Gojo.” You shivered at the thought. “I just knew that I had to tell you to not lose my mind.” You shrugged at the end, before sighing.

“I’m really sorry—“

“Why are you sorry?” His words made your heart stop. Face flushing with heat and surprise, you look up to him finding his face attempting to be neutral, but an extremely strong blush flooding his cheeks. “This isn’t really big news, either. I could sort of tell.” You gasp, somewhat jokingly.

“Was I really that obvious?” You rub your cheeks in embarrassment, “Well, I promise there won’t be anything else like that.” Fushiguro didn’t say anything, only walking up towards you so close you could feel his body heat and smell him. Of course, he smelled amazing. You looked up meekly, not knowing how to react.

“Our profession is one filled with loneliness and pain. It only makes sense that when you share that profession with others you’ll form any and all feelings. You want someone to stand still when you’re in constant motion.” He explains, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going with this until he looks away from you.

“I… Wouldn’t mind standing still with you.” You could tell your eyes shined at his words. Never in a million years would you have expected to hear that.

It wasn’t exactly a confession, but you sure as hell wouldn’t want anything else. His reassurance was like a balm to your frazzled nerves, soothing the turmoil within you and offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of the chaos. And when he confessed his own feelings in his own quiet, understated way, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion overwhelm you.

It wasn't the grand declaration of love you had always dreamed of, but it was something real, something genuine, and in that moment, it was more than enough.

As you stood there, basking in the warmth of Fushiguro's presence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected turn of events. Despite the messiness of it all, despite the chaos and confusion, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to stand still with him, if only for a moment.

You couldn’t believe after this broken telephone, you finally got a message you saw truth in.

[vacantgodling]

cuz it was toph’s birthday yesterday have a snippy from lukewarm rejection that i haven’t really finished yet :3c

context: after hastily getting toph on board as a replacement for maverick, LR has to somehow impress the judges so they can be selected to go on the cross country battle of the bands. di is not confident and is still reeling from the day before tm.

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Beki hailed Nix over while they were doing their final adjustments before the curtain raised and Di watched idly from atop one of the speakers, while Amiya fiddled with his guitar. “Should be good to go!” She gave him a thumbs up and Di hopped down from the speaker. “Thanks Miya.”

“Don’t mention it!” She peered at him, biting her lip, seeming to want to ask that question that they’d all been wondering since he… since he left. His look must’ve deterred her against it, and Di didn’t bother trying to offer any explanation. Instead, he let his eyes wander back over to where Nix and Beki were whispering.

“Is Beki still unsure about him?” Amiya asked aloud and Di shrugged, slinging his guitar over his neck.

“Knowing her, probably.”

“Are you unsure?” Amiya asked. He let his gaze wander to the front of the stage, where Toph was standing. He didn’t seem to have any nervous jitters like the rest of them did, and he didn’t parade around doing the vocal warm ups and jokes like… like he had before he left. He was quiet as a grave; and maybe it’s because he knew this was doomed to fail. Nix handed him the music for today’s song literally an hour ago, a song that under… his direction took them almost a year to perfect. It was their best song, their strongest hitter, and if this failed then they should just disband. Di didn’t want to but… what other choice did they have? Their vocalist, the backbone of the band, had just fucking left him—them—their dreams. He abandoned him when he needed him most. He knew Di wanted to use this to prove to his parents he could succeed—and he just threw in the towel. Called it quits.

Di began shaking, but whether it was from rage or sadness he couldn’t tell.

Amiya steadied him.

An event organizer came over and gave them a 2 minute warning. 2 minutes before they crashed and burned. Nix came over to him.

“Just play like your normally do.” Nix grinned. “If you slip up, I got you covered.” Di couldn’t look into his eyes so he morosely nodded into the floor. At the thirsty second warning, Amiya, Crispin, Rill and Trisha fluttered from center stage. Everyone took up their positions. Then, the curtains opened and they were staring out into the massive crowd. Nearly 10,000 people were there, waiting to see them fail. Di could hardly breathe.

Nix walked up to the mic. Toph stepped aside to let him grab it.

“What’s up party people!” He shouted. The crowd roared back at him. “Thank y’all so much for being here today. We’re LuKEWARM ReJECTION!” The crowd roared back again and Nix was a natural at this. He was a spot of sun on the stage and everyone drew close to him, leaning in to his enthusiastic recount of why they were here today, who each of the members were. When he introduced him, Di waved from where he was leaning against an amp.

“I’m your lead guitarist, and band founder, Nix—and for my OG LR fans, you might notice a new face!” He slapped Toph on the shoulder. “This is my best friend, Toph! He’s our new vocalist from here on out! He’ll knock your socks off.” The word new punched a hole through Di’s chest, and while those who didn’t know them cheered, it was almost like he was honed into the whispers of their older fans sprinkled throughout the crowd. What happened to Maverick? Or maybe, they knew. He was always on Twitter anyway. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

With a cue from the judges, Nix went back to his place and Beki counted off. Nix began to slowly pluck. Di joined in a few beats later, and it was just like they practiced, despite his mental state and nerves. However, all eyes were on Toph, even the rest of the band. Even their groupies. Everyone was curious to how this new singer would be able to hold up to the Maverick-shaped hole that was left.

Toph stepped up to the mic on cue. Grabbed it, opened his mouth to sing that first, soul crushing note.

And fuck.

Di was almost upset that Toph was better.

[schismusic]

One for Godflesh, my girlfriend and Dog

[Disclaimer: the following deals in an assortment of mental disorders (primarily depression and anxiety) and has relatively detailed descriptions of death, sexuality and a number of other amenities I can't really remember off the top of my head. Be warned.]

[Disclaimer 2 - Disclaim Harder: the following was written very feverishly at 2am a couple days ago. I did not like it when it was done. @oldshittydog told me to leave it be and since I can't think of anything better or more precise to say about the topics at hand, I will post it as-is, no editing except for formatting - which was not present in the original - and some minor punctuation/spelling edits to make things clearer.]

It was Dog, G., D. and I, and we were listening to Godflesh, way too late for me to still be up. The conversation obviously went on to be about Justin Broadrick's relationship with his very recent autism and PTSD diagnoses and that sort of spiralled into me writing yet another page of this bullshit. Godflesh is a very important band to me in that they are possibly the only industrial metal band worthy of being taken seriously. Also in that Justin Broadrick and Ben Green are part of that small list of things that were there for me more than most of my family during some of the hardest times I've had (see: the last active years of this blog). As usual, it was all my doing. Sometimes you do stupid shit and sometimes, just sometimes, you pay the price for it. I distinctly remember sitting in the middle of a full one-hour crying session I was having at the time and thinking "I know I fucked up and I deserve to feel bad about this, but what the fuck, there has to be a limit to this". A little while later I first listened to Christbait Rising and it hit me like a truck:

"Don't hold me back. This is my own hell".

The active belief that I held - that I was, in fact, in a personal form of hell - was an absolutely integral part of what I felt in the wake of those days; I guess being a teenager really is about being extremely dramatic when it isn't warranted. But it wasn't easy, that's for sure. Fuck a breakup, my main issue was that the breakup coincided with the end of high school, with the end of innoncence, with the end of my teens, to an extent one might argue with the end of my family as I knew it.

High school was terrifying. I met an old classmate of mine at my uni last year and inevitably we started talking about what it was like after the end of high school: I kept pretty reserved about it, not one to flaunt my shit years all around (you guys are the only one who get the displeasure to deal with them), while he went on and on and on about how fundamentally that experience had fucked him up - nightmares, anxiety and depression, therapy sessions, his relationship with his parents. He's a shaken man, to his core. He's also always been very vindictive and absolutely full of rage. There is an alternate reality where I am just like him, and that sort of scares me shitless - no disrespect intended. The studying wasn't easy either and I distinctly remember being stressed for my marks for weeks on end and it was gutwrenching. Walking home having to tell my mother about the measliest of failing marks was a horror story to me; to avoid confrontation I tried to stay under the radar to literally everyone*. All of my friends were in other classes. None of them talk to me anymore. Ironically enough, I have kept contacts with maybe four people from my old class (most of the others I wouldn't stand to meet ever again) and literally no one else from that school - except for my Physics teacher. He was a legend and a role model to 17-year-old me, and I still think very highly of him. My friend whom I met at uni told me he was very badly mistreated by him and that feeling of betrayal did become a bit hard to shake. Sometimes I miss the idea of getting a Physics degree. When I have to tell people who aren't up to speed that I am now studying cinema I still get ashamed, three full years in, about to get my bachelor's and about two years away from my master's.

I have done some pretty heinous shit to women. My relationship with sex was radically and pejoratively altered by my earliest sexual encounters, which for obvious reasons I am not about to describe here. Suffice it to say that the exertion of force - the idea of having to submit or be submitted - was just about a basic part of what happened; consent wasn't even a word that we knew, let alone considered. This doesn't make me any less responsible of all the absolutely insane behaviours I undertook, and I would never imply that I am free of guilt. I was broken, and like most so-called adult males in existence, the burden of guilt can be too much to bear for someone who is societally kept away from it on a systematic level. So I decided to fully immerse myself in this horrifying feeling for a while. This was possibly the best decision I could take at the time, despite what everyone said to me. The only person who, I think, ever saw it right away was S.: I remember being kind of blindsided by her very honest comment, "you deserve this" (with a red heart emoji right by the side), because no one had been as blunt and direct to me and it was liberating to see that my realization was valid and real, and that I was finally going through it the proper way instead of denying the evidence and hearing it denied back to me. Finally I knew I wasn't alone because someone was there, someone who despised me so openly and clearly I simply had to do better.

It was all fine and dandy being fifteen, chasing pussy and playing Half-Life a full seventeen years after its original release and then Half-Life 2 right that very same summer, getting to know about Filthy Frank and picking up a guitar to actually play with a band for the first time. Try doing that all over again when you're nineteen: it was Metal Gear Solid this time, simply. Hideo Kojima and heavy metal subgenres share a lot of similarities in my eyes in that they're both so big, obvious, bombastic with the way they express feelings and concepts that you're either enjoying them through the lens of a posh, post-modernistic ironic detachment or absolutely one hundred percent into them. Having to pretend you're "mature" and "serious" is something you can consider undertaking only when you're sixteen and spend way too much time on the Internet, and Godflesh was as instrumental as Hideo Kojima's work for me to understand that embracing big ass emotions espressed in an obvious way can be absolutely liberating, because both Godflesh and Kojima games are actually somewhat more elaborate than most would give them credit for - without sacrificing the gigantic emotion driving them. My first listen of Selfless was as liberating as the first time I finished MGS by myself: Gray Fox taught me that one must imagine Sysyphus happy, and Justin Broadrick taught me that not everyone can carry the weight of the world. Therefore it's okay to run the risk to be crushed by it.

We knew our great-uncle U. was about to leave this mortal coil. My mother spent the entirety of September 2017 with him, he was taken to a hospice to help him live out his last few days as peacefully as possible. Motherfucker looked remarkably like Charles Bronson (the actor, not the guy haunting British prisons), and acted quite like him too: sharp-tongued, fast-witted, spoke very little and very measuredly. He liked The Good, the Bad and the Ugly a lot and would routinely quote that one Eli Wallach line ("I get dressed, I kill him and be right back!") for no specific reason everytime he had to do something quickly. Some of my last memories of him include him, then aged 84, playing with my sister who couldn't have been older than 9: he would literally lie on the floor to play with her, then need help to be picked back up again. The kids would put a snapback hat on him and ask him to pretend to be a rapper and he would absolutely fucking do it, no questions asked, this fair-eyed beautiful motherfucker. When he left I think something fundamental broke in the equilibrium of my family, or rather the perception we had of it: everyone was game all of a sudden. Grandpa isn't feeling too well lately, and I'm always afraid my grandma will be swiftly following suit. I guess that's taking a bit of a toll on everyone involved, to be extremely euphemistic.

I'm guessing some of you might be thinking of me as some sort of unserious crybaby by now, someone who can dish it out but most definitely can't take it. You would be absolutely right. I have no defenses to raise because there is no point in raising any defenses anymore: what I did and did not do in the past is not a matter of debate, I must live with it and I was lucky enough to find people who did understand what I did - and decided to give me another chance. I am forever grateful to have gotten this second chance. Surprisingly enough, this is why the music of Godflesh now strikes me in a totally different way: it is no longer crushing in the teenage "hail satan \m/" way, and it is no longer a soundtrack to my competitive crying sessions. It can be elating and joyful. It can be a meditative experience. It can be a reminder that as bad as I have been I always have the opportunity to be better everyday and never let the past behind, facing myself everyday and learning to live with my weaknesses and my mistakes. Bee has been of massive help in this. I don't know whether she understood just how absolutely jaded I was when we began dating, but she's one badass motherfucker, too, and she's not taking anyone's shit - especially not mine. She was very clear to me: no mind games, no crybabying, no bellyaching. She was (and is) not there to baby me, and baby me she never did. As someone who has tried to escape from his mother's shadow all of his life, I really appreciate this. And I treasure and salute Bee - someone who's simply too stubborn and too smart to let an asshole like me drain her happiness away, and someone who I am dearly in love with. The fact that she loves me back is mindblowing to me, but I guess I could take it as a testament that I am, in fact, being a better person.

When we were done listening to Selfless, I showed Dog the song Don't Bring Me Flowers and its relative remix from the Merciless EP, Flowers. They told me they loved them. They were having "an experience" to them. I will forever treasure Dog's opinions because their choices of words are always so writerly and precise and one might even argue ornate to an extent; their writing singlehandedly made me fall in love with the act of writing again. I have never been more jazzed up to open a Notepad page and just let loose. I wrote some fiction for the first time in literal years and they were the first person I showed it to. They are, most likely, gonna be proof-reading this too (even though it's more for quality control, which I need given these are essentially just long streams of consciousness that I only thinly overlay with an overarching structure. I think this one isn't as good as the last one - too thematically sprawling, not enough threads being tied, it's a bit of a mess, but that's how it goes tonight). I treasure Dog's friendship dearly.

*as I was proof-reading this post, I realized that just today I bought a beautiful print by a very talented artist going by the handle @faida-acquifera on Instagram. The print says something to the effect of "I have tried multiple times to disappear and attained the opposite effect". I guess that felt relevant to add, since I didn't even remember writing the particular sentence I'm annotating.

[jaxon-exe]

So I’m waiting for a dr appointment and the angst bug bit me so HERE WE GO!!!

Also thank you to @roxassoul for tell he that Wally had neglectful parents bc it made this all the more juicy. And sorry if Wally is ooc it’s been awhile since I’ve seen yj

“BUT GHOST AIN’T REAL!” Ancients why did Danny think joining the kiddy justice league was a good idea. He’d been here all of a month and already his lost count of how many times he’s had this argument with Wally. No matter how much evidence he provides it’s never enough for the sceptic.

“Than how do you explain my existence then?? I wasn’t always a ghost. I was human, now I’m not. Explain that!” He knew he was asking for trouble the more he humoured Wally with this conversation but he couldn’t help it. It’s a bit hard to not saying anything when the guy was literally saying that you shouldn’t exist.

“Easy! You a meta like me!” The fact he didn’t even hesitate to declare his incorrect conclusion was giving Danny a migraine. “I mean I was a normal human to until I recreated my uncles lab accident. Now look at me!” He proclaimed proudly while zooming over to the kitchen to grab a new bag of chips, leaving his empty one on the couch.

“That’s not- wait…” It took a second for Wally’s words to set in. “Did- did you just- what did you just say.” His face started to fall as he desperately hoped he misheard the speedster.

“Hmm.” Wally barely looked like he was paying attention as he walked back to the couch. “That your a meta like me?”

“No, no, the other thing.” He tried to keep his reaction at bay, failing to notice robin’s concern over his shaking hands and slightly elevated breathing.

“That I recreated my uncles lab accident?” Wally’s words were so causal. It was clear he had no idea of the land mine he just jumped on.

“YOU WHAT?!” The ground seemed to shake with Danny’s voice. His eyes glowing as his shaking got worst. “Why would you do that?! Do you know how dangerous that is?! How stupid that is?! You could have died!”

“I had it under control.” Wally waved the concerned away. No doubt this is not the first time he’s heard this lecture. “I knew what I was doing. Was it a risk? Yeah but I knew what I was doing. Plus,” he jumped onto the couch, laying back across the armrest. “you know how rare it is to died it lab accidents? It’s a lot less common than people think. At worst I’d have been in hospital for a bit. No biggie.”

“Yes, yes biggie. I don’t care if you knew what you were doing! You, could, have, died!” Danny got up into Wally’s space. Growling as he loomed over him.

“Oh please. Name one person you know of in the past 10 years that died in lab accidents that didn’t involve something like radiation!” Wally bit back, annoyance braking threw his carefree attitude.

“Well, I did for one.”

It seemed to take everyone a second to realise what Danny had said. In the heavy silence that followed, his words seemed to catch up with him as his face dropped. Wally watched in shock as phantoms face went from rage to a heart clenching mix of sadness and fear before he disappeared.

“Oh god.” Megan broke the silence that overtook that room. Tears welling in her eyes

Wally didn’t know what to say. While he was a sceptic and stubbornly held onto his beliefs that phantom wasn’t actually a ghost, the face Danny made upon releasing his confession made him pause. Wether or not Wally believed he was a restless spirit it was clear Danny did. It was clear that Wally brought forward one of the worst memories of Danny’s and treated it like a joke. Like no big deal.

“Good going Wally!” Artemus proclaimed while jumping out of her seat. “You really don’t know when to shut your mouth do you!”

“Hey! It’s not like I knew that happen to him!” He bit back without even thinking.

“No. You just happen to question his very existence every chance you get and push a topic that he was very clearly upset by.” Kaldur cut in between the two making Wally stop. Kaldur rarely got involved in arguments, much less picked a side. But you can bet whenever he does, he’s usually right.

Not that Wally was every gonna attempt to being wrong. “Fine whatever.” He threw up his hands before running off. Leaving the others to figure out what to do about the cleary upset phantom.

And so Wally ran. And ran. His thoughts running faster than his feet as he just kept going. He didn’t want to admit he was wrong. That perhaps Danny did die. That Wally himself could have died but if he was being honest with himself. He already knew all that. He just didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to face the reality of what could have been. A reality that Danny was livi-arr non-living prof of.

Eventually he knew he couldn’t run forever and stopped at a cliff overlooking the ocean. The cold air and icy water telling him he was far north of where he was before. He didn’t know what it was in that moment that made his mind clear. That made him accept what he thought was unacceptable. But he did. For the first time in years he truly faced reality. Staring into the void that blinked back.

He knew what he had to do and he knew where he would find the one he need to talk to.

Just as he predicted there phantom was. On the very top of mount justice, or as the ghost called it “the best stargazing spot in happy harbour”

“Hey.” Ok Wally not the best start but at least it’s a start.

“Hey.” The ghost’s voice would have gone unheard if Wally wasn’t right beside him. Softly muffled into his arms that he rested his head on.

“Look I…” He knew what he needed to say. What he wanted to say. But actually saying it would always be a struggle for him. “I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I shouldn’t have questioned your existence or the existence of ghost and I. I don’t know. I don’t like being wrong and I don’t like not understanding things and well. Ghost kinda throw off my whole understand of life! I don’t know how to handle that!” He took a breath. “But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“Wally, I more than anyone can understand question your world view!” He snapped back, his glare softened by the tears in his eyes. “I use to think my parents were nutjobs?! ‘Scientist’ that research ghost??? I mean come on!! But than I become this!!” He gestured to himself, as if that was an answer all in its own. “And suddenly they weren’t crazy anymore. Suddenly I was an anomaly not only to the living world but the dead one to!”

He didn’t elaborate on that point. He never told the team about the whole halfa business and never planned to. They had such a hard time accepting he was dead, he couldn’t imagine them also accepting he was alive to.

Wally, thankfully didn’t question it. He was here to apologise, not to question Danny’s existence.

“I just don’t get it.” The ghost continued. “I’ve given you the evidence. I’ve explained it until I was blue in the face but you just don’t listen! Isn’t that what science is about? Finding the truth based on new evidence? Why isn’t my evidence good enough for you? My very existence? Why?” He seemed to be pleased now. Begging in a way that made Wally feel like these words were not only meant for him.

He didn’t know what to say to that. No, he did know. He just didn’t want to. Because if Wally is anything it’s evasive but this. It was something he didn’t even want to admit to himself let alone Danny. He had to though. For both their sakes. “I… I’m not an idiot Danny. Even though I act like it sometimes.” That drew a half hearted chuckle from the both of them. “I knew. All along that I could have died in that accident. But I… I was at the point were, well, I was ok with that.” He didn’t know what he expected from Danny. Shock? Sadness? Whatever he expected it wasn’t the understanding that sat on phantoms face. “Going in I knew that I would either walk away with new life or not walk away at all and I was ok with that. Now though? Now I know that if thing had gone wrong I might have still, somewhat continued on. I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to think that I might still exist forever regretting what I did.” The two sat in the quiet for a moment. Letting the confession settle before he continued.

“So I just did was I was good at. Denied It. Ran away from it if you will.” He sighed. “I never even said it out loud. Well, until now.” 

They shared a quite laugh again. “Yeah I get that.” Danny added, sporting a contemplating look. “I arr… I never actually admit that I died. I mean like.” He paused, trying to find the words. “I knew I did. Logically. But like. I went from being alive to being this and I guess I never really admitted what happened. Hell I didn’t even have a funeral.”

“What?”

“I know right.” Danny laughed as if he wasn’t about to drop a bombshell on the red head. “You see I can make a really good human disguise. Could from the moment I was dead so I just kinda, went on living. I mean my parent barely noticed me before why would they noticed a difference. By the time my sister found out I was already settled into living again so it wasn’t really necessary.”

Wally stared at him. He knew what that was like. Being forgotten by those that are meant to always love you. He never realised how similar him and phantom were. The more they talked the more he realised that phantom was who he could have been. If things had gone wrong. Would his parents had even noticed? Or would they be oblivious like Danny’s?

“Wow.” He didn’t know what else to say to that. Well other than, “man, Canary’s gonna be busy this week.”

“Oh hell yeah. She’s gonna be fully booked for like a month.” They laughed as the watched the stars. A new connection, an understanding forming between the two. Seemingly the only two who understood what they had gone threw in such a way.

They kept true to their word. Much to the delight of the team therapists. She was overjoyed that the two most caging members of the team opened up to not only her but each other as well. That was probably why, when Wally came to her with idea, she was fully on board with it and even helped him with the preparations.

That led to now. Wally walking with Danny in his human ‘disguise’ threw happy harbour. Refusing to tell him where they were going. Only that it was a surprise.

Only upon stopping at the gate to a cemetery did Wally fill him in.

“So, I know you said we were cool and all. That you forgive me for what I said but I… I didn’t feel right. Leaving it where we did so I wanted to get you something.” He cut off Danny, who was no doubt about to say that he didn’t need to get him anything. “I know, I know but just humour me?”

Danny rolled his eyes and gestured for him to lead the way. He honestly didn’t know what he expected. Looking back he probably should have. He didn’t though. Not until he stood before the headstone. It was beautifully carved. A lot of time and love going into the craftsmanship. Not only that but the space geek quickly recognised the stone it was made of was more than just stone but made of a meteorite. It took him a second longer for the inscription to sink in.

“Danny Phantom

While he may not find rest, he will sure find peace.”

He didn’t even realise when he had knelt before the stone. When his hand had gently grazed over its surface or when the tears welled in his eyes. Wally stood there quietly. Hopefully he had not made the wrong choice. Those fear were quickly squashed however when with speed that made him question if Danny was secretly a speedster, he found himself with the ghost in his arms. Holding onto him so tight as if he was afraid he would slip into the afterlife if he were to let go.

“Thank you.” The soft words floated between the two. Heavy with understanding between the two forgotten children with an unspoken promise to never be forgotten by the other.

“Where did you get the meteorite?”

“Supes owed flash a favour.”

Dp x dc idea

So every scene I’ve been introduced to dp x dc, or more specifically in this case, young justice and dp. I’ve been thinking about the fact that yj Wally west purposefully recreated his uncles lab accident (Idk if this is the case with other Wally west but I know it is for yj so) to become a speedster.

Well imagine Danny finding out about this and losing his fucking shit. I’m someone who always headcannons that Danny was a lot more affected by his accident than he let on, so imagine mr emotionally repressed Danny learning that Wally not only willingly but purposefully recreated a dangerous lab accident just bc he wanted power.

Imagine Danny losing it as Wally. Screaming at his things like, what were you thinking? Do u understand how dangerous that was? And, you could have died!!

To the last one Wally says he had it under control and while there was a risk it was minimal. “Plus fatal lab accidents are a lot rarer than you think. Think about it. How many people do u know that died in a lab accident.”

“Well I did for one.”

[claireunoia]

GAME-OVER ➪ REMUS LUPIN

⊱✿⊰ synopsis : you’ve been playing video games with james all day and remus has had enough ♡.

⊱✿⊰ pairings : gamer!fem!reader x remus x a bit of james

⊱✿⊰ word count : 1.3k

⊱✿⊰ warnings : SMUT, cunnilingus/oral (fem receiving), james and reader friendly bickering over the game, language, dirty talking, established relationship, the usual d/s dynamics, lots of pet names, “bunny, darling, baby” etc, reader being ate out in a chair, softie remus for a second, that’s it?

❥ ─ author’s letter to you : ❝hi bby’s!! this literally came into my mind suddenly and couldn’t get it out so i had to write it. i’m so sorry for posting this without a read more, it was acting up again so i had to remove it, once again i apologize. i love y’all, hope you enjoy <333 *reblogs & comments are so very appreciated*❞

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➙ “𝗡𝗢, jamesie! that’s not how you build!”

it felt like your little shouts of sudden frustration and victorious shrieks were on a constant repeat in remus’s brain as time kept going by and by. he's sat and stared at you for what felt like the past dramatically, 1000 hours.

and there goes your oh-so perfect self right a few feet ahead of remus. your slacked body sat comfortably in your gaming chair while your skilled fingers moved sharply and precisely along and all around your keyboard. with the exception of a beautiful pink headset perched on the top of your head that remus had gifted you a while ago.

“james, you’re being a dummy—“

“watch yourself, bunny. don’t be rude to prongs, he doesn’t know”at your boyfriends warning tone and words you huffed almost dramatically, scowling when you heard james teasing voice echo throughout the ears of your headset.

“yeah y/n, be nice or i’ll purposely make us lose, rage quitter”

the gasp that left your mouth was loud enough to make remus’s ear quite literally bleed. the alarming sound made the brunette boy jump up from his position in the bed to see if you suddenly gotten hurt or something. he rose up to only find your lips formed in the biggest pout in all humanity and an accusing look written all over your face.

“remmy! james— he called me a freaking rage quitter, i am not a rage quitter” the sigh remus let out held nothing but complete and utter disappointment, with a shake of his head he waved you off. Going back to the chapter he left off in his book, he felt his eyes wanting to roll when he heard you beginning to go back and forth with the glasses wearing boy on the PC once more.

the lycanthrope felt like his body was heating up with massive waves of heat as the raging boner he’s been trying his best to compose for the past hours ache in want. he just wants to make his girl feel good and himself but you were just so stuck on that game. it has truly made him a bit grumpy.

it’s not like he has a problem with you being a gaming-head. in fact he loved and supported you always, it’s just that he despises when you play for so many hours and never wanting to get up to do anything. remus had a very, very large soft spot for you. so whenever you pull the “just one last round, baby” with those wide, crystal like eyes of yours, he has no choice but to cave in and let you

and that’s exactly what’s happening now.

“bunny, come on. time to get off” remus announces gruffly, hands fideling with his little bookmark. marking the last page he had read in his current reads before getting up from his spot on the bed to walk up to your focused form at the desk. as soon as he saw your pout and quick turn of your head, he immediately tsks.

“no, baby. cmon’ tell jamie bye bye, tell em’ y’ll be online tomorrow” and right on cue your whines find its way into the air. doe eyes peering up pleadingly at your tall boyfriend. “remmy, please. just one last round, i promise!” at your familiar words remus entire face turns stern, his orbs now glaring with a warning stare which you quickly stand down from.

“y’either turn this game off, or let james hear how m’about to ruin you” remus beautifully scarred face was completely blank as if the words that left his mouth weren’t shocking to ones ears at all. his lips pulled ever so slightly at the corners when he saw your flabbergasted look, seeing how your fingers raced to sloppily turn off the party you were hosting with a quick “see you later” hurrying from you as well. now it was just you and remus. no more games, no more james, no more of your raging shouts.. just you and your horny as fuck boyfriend who looked like he was ready to pounce you at any second.

“take off y’shorts and hold y’legs up. keep them nice and wide open f’me darling” listening to his words with an obedient nod of your head which remus couldn’t help but smile at, you began pulling down the pajama shorts off and down your legs like so. moving back in your spot in the small chair and pulling your legs up and holding them back just like remus had asked. once you were positioned, you then reached up to remove the pink headset off your head aswell, but came to an abrupt stop when you saw the movement of your lover’s head shake side to side.

“keep it on” he replies to your confused expression with a smirk twitching at his soft lips while so. you obeyed and moved your hands back down to grip the undersides of your silky thighs, plump lips jutting out unconsciously as you watched the sight of remus drop down to his knees right in front of you.

he looked so beautiful. taking note of how his irises were blown with a great quantity of pure lust. taking in how unruly his chestnut locks were ruffled on the top of his head. noticing just how good he truly looks in the brown cable-knit sweater that adored his lean body. but little did you know, remus was studying you as well. his intense eyes littering all along your body as he rubbed his large scarred hands along the expanse of your inner thighs, his fingers dangerously close to your clothed core.

“rem, you’re s’pretty” you whispered breathlessly even though remus didn’t even start doing anything yet.

but in the next passing second, you swore you felt your heart skip a beat at the view of remus’s teeth on display. a warm smile etching across his lips at your soft praise, unable to not break through the strict façade he’s put on at your such adorable words.

unexpectedly, the hand that was rubbing along your thigh went up to the seam of your thin panties and pulled roughly, ripping the clothing away from you easily. his brown eyes gleaming up at yours lovingly before flickering down to your now bare cunt with a chuckle. “why thank you, bunny. but m’not as pretty as you fucking are”

and with that remus dove into your enchanting wonderland with eager movements. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue immediately running over your wetting puffy lips, licking all up til he reaches your clit. placing a wet peck at the button of nerves, all the while basking in the sounds of your moans. not fighting the low chuckles that keep escaping him while he eats you out, which were only causing you more pleasure as they vibrated against you so deliciously.

“hm, i bet you don’t wanna play any more games now huh?” at the boy’s words you shake your head frantically, the feeling of him licking and slurping away at your pussy quickly makes your head swirl and dose off into a fuzzy space while you continuously whine and whimper loudly into the air.

“n-no, remmy! wan’ you to keep going, don’t stop” you meekly whine, your face scrunching up in pure pleasure as remus kept lapping you up. remus peers up at your blissed out, gorgeous features. your eyes beginning to roll up into the back of your head, the pretty pink headset still perched on the top of your head and over your ears. god, you look like a perfect slutty mess in his eyes. little coos fell from his spit covered lips as he analyzed you.

“aw baby, what don’t y’want me to stop doing? use your words, bunny”

the only sounds in the room were your shrieking mewls and the obscene sounds of remus pleasing you. the wolf’s fingertips now prodding at your leaking hole, his tongue never halting it’s assault on your poor clit

“please don’t stop eating my pussy, rem”

“good girl, my perfect darling”

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[moemoemammon]

im so sorry i dont know how to format this but could i request hcs of mc walking into one of the brothers rooms in the middle of the night and being like “um i had a nightmare.. can i stay with you”🧍if not its okay though!! :]

I Had a Nightmare...

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer always keeps his door locked when he's asleep, so you took a gamble in choosing to come to him for your post-nightmare comfort. Luckily, the eldest is a night owl so he's awake.

He looks up when you enter his bedroom, currently sitting on his bed and reading a book. He's about to scold you when he sees the face you're making.

You don't even have to tell him something's wrong, because he can tell. He sets his book aside and gestures to the empty side of his bed.

Once you climb in, Lucifer shifts slightly, just so your arm is pressed against his own. It's like an invitation for you to lean in if you want, and should you choose to, he'll wrap you in his arms and carefully rub your back.

"A nightmare, hm? It's interesting to think that there are things that can scare you, considering where you are right now. But there's nothing for you to be afraid of. After all, I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you, so long as I live."

Mammon

Mammon startles awake the moment you enter his room, nearly toppling out of his bed in the process. Grrr, he could've seriously gotten hurt! What're you trying to pull, suddenly barging into his room like th-

Oh. Oh.... He takes one look at your face and all that anger of his fizzles out into nothing. He's a little self conscious being shirtless and all, so he awkwardly tugs on a tshirt that's been tossed to the floor, and makes his way over to you

What happened? Did someone do something?? Ah.. a nightmare, huh? Mammon's big brother instincts are taking over, and he's pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing out all your worries.

And when he's finished, he ruffles your hair and gestures to his bed. A human like you still needs to get their rest, so you should try to sleep some more. But if you really can't, he's not against the idea of the two of you bundling up and watching a movie or something.

"You're like a little kid, ya know? But don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna chase away those bad dreams o' yours, no problem! ...Hah? Whatdya mean 'that's cheesy'?? I'm being serious here!"

Levi

Levi's definitely awake when you enter his room, but he doesn't notice you. His computer monitor has his undivided attention, and his headphone are drowning out the sound of your entry.

So it takes you tapping his shoulder for him to react, and boy does he react. Levi nearly has a heart attack and only calms down when he realizes it's only you. Did you come to play games? You should've texted him and he’d set everything up! But wait... that's not it?

You had a nightmare and of all the places you could go, you came to HIM?? Levi's having a hard time pushing down the grin on his face, but he collects himself for your sake. Now's no time to be feeling giddy when his best friend is in need!

He might not be great at comforting people, but he knows what helps him when he has nightmares. So he wraps you up in a blanket and pulls up a chair for you to use so you can watch him game. This is better than thinking about that other stuff, right?

"I'll turn down the screen brightness, and- UWAH! W-wait! Um... no, it's fine. I don't mind if you lean against me like that. You're tired, so it's probably more comfortable like that. I'll keep still, okay..?"

Satan

Nightmares aren't something Satan experiences often, being born of rage and the only pure demon in the house. He reads enough horror novels that he's practically become immune to anything scary.

But that doesn't mean he never has bad dreams, so when you come into his room to tell him about yours, his expression softens up. You caught him in the middle of reading, but you're more important than any silly book.

Satan gives you that warm look he reserves only for you (and cats), and gestures for you to come closer. He's got the second comfiest bed in the house, the first being Belphie's. Topped with warm quilts and plenty of pillows to support him as he reads, you're wrapped up in warm comfort once you join him.

Especially when he wraps an arm around you, giving you a curious look. He can be a little too curious at times, so he immediately asks what your nightmare was about.

"If you're interested, I have a guidebook for dream interpretations. I could try to find out the root of your worries, or... you could spend the night here instead? I wouldn't mind having you by my side until morning."

Asmo

Asmo is VERY invested in his beauty sleep. Even a slight deviation in his schedule could be disastrous for his complexion! His brothers know better than to disturb him lest they feel like dying, but you? You're the only exception... Lucky, huh? ❤️

When you touch him, he barely stirs. It takes a couple of shakes to get him to wake up, and then he's whining and grumbling until he realizes who's there. How could he be upset when he gets to wake up to your gorgeous face?

But right now.. your expression isn't bright and sunny at all. You look distressed, and he soon learns it because a pesky nightmare has been harassing you all night. He couldn't be happier that you chose HIM of all people for your comfort!

While there are many things he could do to help you forget about your bad dream, he opts for carefully guiding you into his bed, cooing sweet nothings until he's got you in his arms. You're enveloped in the smell of his sweet body lotion while he presses kiss after gentle kiss across your temple and down the bridge of your nose.

"There there, love. To think a nightmare has put you in such a state.. It's unforgivable! I'll get rid of all those worries so you can spend the rest of the night dreaming about my beauty! Or... about you and I. Wouldn't that be the perfect dream?"

Beel

Beel sleeps almost as soundly as Belphie does, and his monstrously loud snoring drowns out most sound, including your quiet knocking on his bedroom door.

But when you come in and tug on his sleeve, Beel's eyes blink open and he lets out a confused grunt, letting his eyes focus on the darkness around him. Where did that mountain of rainbow pizza go?? He wasn't even halfway done, and- Oh. MC.

You had a nightmare?? Beel stands up immediately and wears a look of worry, pulling you into a gentle hug. You look like you need one.

He's not the best when it comes to comforting words, but he can just show you how he feels. That's good too, isn't it? Maybe if he hugs you for long enough, you won't remember your nightmare.

"Do you want to take my bed? I'll sleep on the sofa, so- ah. Together? ...That's fine, too. I'll hold you close, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Belphie

The heaviest sleeper in the entire Devildom, it's a literal miracle that you managed to wake him up. Still, he's only half awake, and staring blankly at you while you explain why you're there.

A nightmare, huh? He's had plenty of those. If that's all it is, then just climb into bed with him. Belphie lazily pulls back his blankets and opens his arms for you, gesturing expectantly.

And once you're nice and cozy, he pulls you even closer until the gap between you is closed, and all you can feel is his warmth. He buries his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his breath.

His slow, heavy breathing makes you wonder if he's fallen back to sleep just like that, but he gives your side a reassuring squeeze and lets his eyes open slightly to look into yours.

"Must've been pretty scary if you came all the way here. No matter how many bad dreams you have, I'll be right here when you wake up. It feels better to wake up in my arms, doesn't it?"

[monsterkisserlove]

The Mirror Image: Chapter Two

What will you do with your massive crush on maybe the kindest Orc you’ve ever met and your scheming best friend…

TW/CW: Drinking, animal neglect

Pairing: M Orc/F reader

a/n: SFW but will become NSFW as the chapters go on, those chapters will be well marked though. However, under 18s DNI! This blog and these fics ain’t for you.

Chapter 1

“Who’s not your anything?” A deep voice rumbled gently from next to you, a large, familiar shadow falling across the table.  

Oh perfect.  

Khureg heard that.

“Oh-, um, nothing! Just a joke?” You forced a smile, trying to ignore the way your voice wavered. Ren clearly did notice by the patronising face they were giving you.  

“Oookay...,” Khureg trailed off, sliding into the seat next to you despite how much more room was on Ren's side, he just must prefer this seat you told yourself, “So how was your day at work? I hope it wasn’t too cold on the walk over here for you.” The Orc asked with a sweet smile.

“Hi Khureg, nice to see you.” Ren interjected, a sly smile curling their mouth, turning to look at you with one sharp eyebrow raised.  

Blush on green skin was so beautiful, you thought, paying no mind to your friend’s interactions. “Oh, yeah, hi Ren. How are you doing?”  

As the pair were talking about their respective days you started to become incredibly distracted. Honestly a war party could have been raging through the bar and you wouldn’t have noticed as you were so transfixed on the dark freckles over Khureg’s nose and neck. At this point you could probably tell him how many freckles the Orc had and what different constellations they formed.

Gods, you had it bad.

A clicking in front of your face brought you back down to earth, shaking your head out of reverie you turned to the impatient Naga, seemingly they’d just asked you a question.

“Sorry, I wasn’t here for a minute, what did you say?” You replied apologetically, missing the way that Khureg’s eyes darted to your pinkening cheeks before staring at his hands, as if worried that he’d be caught.  

“I have asked you thrice now, what would you like to drink? I’m going to the bar.” Ren snarked at you, but you didn’t take it to heart. While the Naga was impatient, they were also your best friend, snarking was just who they were. You could ask them anything and while they might gently roast you, they’d sort it for you.  

“Umm, can I just have a glass of wine? I need to be up early tomorrow to work on my portfolio.” Ren nodded, his slit eyes darting back and forth between you and Khureg.

Slithering out of their seat, Ren made his way to the bar but not before quipping over his shoulder. “Not a problem, but talking about hair stuff, don’t you have a question for big and handsome there?”  

Ren’s smirk was so big you could practically feel it melting your face off.  

Maybe you needed a new damn best friend.  

“A question for me?” Khureg rumbled, turning to face you. Well, more like looking down to face you considering the remarkable height differences. When standing you only came up to his chest, which just distracted you further as all you could think about was if you ever shared a bed with him, you could literally sleep on top of his chest.  

Gods, Ren really was simultaneously the best and the worst.

“Well, yeah, you’re always so helpful and good and generous with your time and I just wanted to ask you if you could help me with one more thing? Ren told me about a brand that I haven’t tried yet for Naga’s and Ren can’t help because of shedding, you know Naga’s and their sensitive skin! And I know that braids are a delicate thing to do for Orcs but well it’s not an Orcish braid and I would really appreciate if I could practice on you and-,”  

Khureg stopped you before you started going blue in the face from your never ending ramble by putting one of his massive and surprisingly soft hands on your shoulder.  

Finally, you remembered to take a breath, smiling nervously up at the Orc.

Why were you even nervous!?  

It’s not the first time you’ve asked for help!  

But it felt different now, maybe because he was sat so much closer to you than usual.

Maybe it was the way his golden eyes almost sparkled in the low light of the bar.

Chuckling, Khureg squeezed your shoulder gently. “That’s absolutely fine, you know I don’t mind you playing with-, styling my hair. For your job, of course.” The Orc corrected himself quickly.

Gods, Khureg was amazing, you thought, your face lighting up and you did something unexpected. You launched forward, wrapping your arms around the Orcs considerable chest, your hands couldn’t even touch, you thought gleefully.  

A small oomph left his chest but he rumbled quietly, the sound vibrating all the way through to your spine and further down...  

Large, strong arms encompassed you back, pressing you right into his shirt.

Oh, he even smelled amazing.  

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d hugged Khureg! You’d known the Orc for a year now, you were close friends.  

But this time felt different.

It made your heart flutter just like every other time you’d been close to him but this felt like comfort.  

Like being under a blanket on a rainy day.  

Like the first hot drink on a winter morning.

It felt like home.

Maybe it was the way he held you just a little tighter than normal, maybe it was the dark lighting and the privacy of the booth. You didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining.

Soon Ren returned with your drinks and you detangled yourself from Khureg’s warm embrace. The rest of the night went well, drinks flowed in moderation and before you knew it your thigh was pressed against the Orc’s. You’d arranged a night in the week for Khureg to come over, you also invited Ren but unfortunately, they were busy. With what, they didn’t say but you weren’t about to pry and lose any alone time with Khureg.  

It seemed, however, that both you and Khureg, had missed the sly looks that the devious Naga had been shooting you both all night.  

Ren did sometimes wonder how either of you managed to get through this life being this damn oblivious.

The following week stretched on, going both far too quickly and all at once way too slowly. It was a painful week just because of that. Work and study went on as usual, nothing at all exciting or even disastrous that may distract you from daydreaming about Khureg spending some quality time with you.  

Ren had sent you the picture of the braid they’d described however, it was a little strange. Not the braid of course! That was utterly beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to practice it. Just, in the images that Ren usually sent you got multiple references which included different views of the style so that you knew whether your version was sitting right or not.

Whereas this single picture looked cropped, it was only the braid and nothing more. You had no idea who it was on, or even if it was actually a Naga?

Oh well, you wouldn’t complain, Ren had been such a help with everything that you really didn’t mind too much.  

And, this was another opportunity to be close to Khureg.

Gosh, you missed playing with-, styling his hair.

It had been well over a month since you’d last used him as a hair model for pictures and practice.  

Suddenly, Wednesday night was upon you, and you’d spent all day tidying your flat irregardless of that fact that not only had Khureg already been there before but it was also already spotless. You’d stocked your fridge with his favourite beer and had placed the usual order with your mutually favourite pizza parlour when the door rang.

Jumping up off your worn sofa, you wrenched the stiff door open to reveal Khureg wearing a tight henley shirt, the first three buttons undone, sleeves pushed up to the elbows revealing strong, thick forearms and a pair of grey sweat pants that lined his legs indecently.  

“Hi!” You managed to squeak out, “Please, come on in.” Stepping back from the door, you let him stoop through the entrance and you fanned your face behind his hulking figure.  

“How’s your day been?” You asked, plopping yourself on the sofa next to him.

Khureg sighed, stretching his arms. “Not so bad, but where it’s coming up to Yuletide the practice is getting ready for the pets that will be given as presents just being dumped because families can't handle them. It’s just stressful really as we’re doing so much work for something that we know is going to happen but it’s completely preventable! It just makes me so mad; you know?” The Orc vented to you as you nodded in agreement.

Being this passionate about animal welfare was just another thing you loved about him, as if he couldn't get any more perfect. You could just listen to him all day, and to be fair you nearly have before, when he had excitedly rambled about a new vaccination clinic that the practice had implemented under his leadership around three months ago. When Khureg had realised that he had been talking without interruption for a long time he faltered and apologised profusely.

At that moment you could’ve screamed, you were on cloud nine just listening to him.  

Conversation was flowing, most likely due to the beer you’d bought and nothing at all to do with that fact that you're similar people with similar interests, one of which being each other but no, it wouldn’t be that of course.  

When the doorbell rang to announce the pizza, Khureg was up and across the room before you’d even registered the sound of the door, his soft movement just another thing that you admired. After paying and tipping the delivery guy, you both got to work devouring the pizza.  

“Oh, let you give you my half of the bill-,” Khureg waved you off. “Don’t worry about it, my treat.” That smile he gave you melted your heart.  

“By the way, your door is sticking, I can fix that for you?” He offered as he ate half a slice in one go.

“That’s okay, you don’t need to do that for me.” You shrugged it off, you were fine with your door despite how annoying it could be.  

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” Khureg smiled, his eyes drifting down to your lips, “you’ve got a little something there.” The Orc gestured to the corner of your mouth and when you went the wrong way to wipe it off, Khureg smiled and took a napkin, gently cleaning the sauce from your face. Thick thumb tracing your full, bottom lip for the briefest moment that you thought you imagined it.  

Your faces were closer than you realised, your tongue darting out to ghost over where he had touched.  

The tension was broken however when your phone slipped from your pocket, the thump bringing you both back to reality and you sprung apart from one another.  

Khureg and you shared a nervous laugh, him rubbing the back of his neck as you quickly fetched your phone from the floor.

“Well, should we get started before I get too tired to focus?” You asked and when he agreed, you stood and grabbed your case of hair tools and products while he made himself comfortable at your dining table.  

Standing behind him, you carefully removed the tie that kept his hair folded in a messy bun and his long, glossy hair cascaded over his broad back and over your fingers. You started as you always did, running your fingers through his locks from the top of his head, to the nape of his neck all the way down to the ends.  

Music was playing softly in the background, just loud enough that you missed his sigh of euphoria as you caressed his skin and hair.  

Neither of you spoke during the process, just enjoying the proximity of each other and the simple joy of touching another and being touched.

Humming gently, you propped up your phone with the reference picture displayed and began studiously copying the image, twisting, pining and plaiting his hair until it represented the desired style perfectly.  

Moments like this really did make everything feel better, just you and Khureg in this space with no one else and no other issues to be thinking of.

Just the peace of being happy, safe and cared for.

After an hour or so you were happy with the result and ushered Khureg into the bathroom to look in the mirror as you held a smaller mirror behind him so he could see all of it.

“So what do you think? I did a pretty good job, huh?” You grinned, really rather proud of this braid. Hopefully Khureg would acquiesce to you taking a picture for your portfolio.  

Khureg was silent.

The Orcs cheeks burning a deep green, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed, unable to get any words out.

“Is everything okay?” You enquired, your smile slipping slightly. Did he not like it?  

“No-, I mean yes! Of course, I’d love to start courting you!” Khureg exclaimed, wrapping you in an embrace so tight that your feet left the ground, your face pressed into his shirt before you could ask him what was going on!?

Chapter 3