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[veilkeeper]

The Sacrifice of Souls, Part 2

alt title: why im putting corentin in the torment nexus

this is the second instalment of a 2-part essay series. the first part focused on the events of emmrich's quests, as well as my analysis and critique of his quest line overall. this part will focus specifically on the effects these choices have on the romance, as well as my thoughts on how i'm handling the events for my emmrichmancing rook, corentin.

spoilers ahead! beware that both essays are going to assume you have completed The Sacrifice of Souls and at least one of the follow up quests, Heir to the Dead or Will and Testament. if you have not, i suggest returning to this later and playing it out yourself.

so let's start with the most important question of the day:

what happens to the romance after the sacrifice of souls?

good news! no matter what you pick, the romance can continue on unabated. there's just some long-term details and tone changes that need to be considered.

if you choose to save manfred, be prepared for parenthood. previously, the game had poked at the idea of manfred being emmrich's kid, but now that manfred is talking and progressing at a rapid pace, he is in full "magic-flinging skeleton son" territory, and a romanced rook is going on that journey with emmrich. there is also now a near certainty that rook is going to outlive him—regardless of your personal headcanons, the game assumes that rook is younger than emmrich, and now that he's locked into a mortal lifespan that's something that needs to be considered. especially since, as discussed in part one, emmrich's fears of his own mortality haven't really been addressed at all.

but if you're into co-parenting a rambunctious skeleton with an older, gentlemanly necromancer (which, let's be real, is what most people signed up for when they hit those first flirt options anyway), then this path is probably exactly what you were looking for.

that said, let's talk about the lich romance angle. i was worried when i went down this path that the romance would just immediately end, but it actually doesn't! emmrich certainly wonders if it will—before he undergoes his rites, he has a conversation with rook about how they'll navigate a relationship once he's undead. he says that his senses will change, the way he feels (not about rook, but literally the way he feels) will change, and his body will be different. but they agree they can make it work, so hell yeah.

and if you like the whole "immortal lover" trope, there's some stuff here to like. the lich lords, when you arrive to bear witness to the rites, refer to rook as "challenger of the gods, volkarin's beloved", and emmrich waxes poetic about how even after rook passes, the way he feels about them will be immortalized alongside him. there's also a very sweet kiss before he goes into the rite, and rook has the opportunity to tell him they love him, just in case he doesn't come back out. and afterwards, they have a powerful, immortal skeleton boyfriend, so for the monsterfuckers in the audience.... nice.

so what's the catch?

if you're looking for a fairly unambiguously "happy ending", and if you like the idea of your rook parenting for the foreseeable future, saving manfred is your easy option. on this path, rook and emmrich will have many good years together before he dies. there's absolutely still room for angst here because of emmrich's unresolved issues, but there's definitely a more... domestic, low-key quality to this path.

the lich romance has some pretty glaring obstacles, and that's probably a big part of why a lot of people doing the romance might not pick this. first of all, he wasn't joking, he's literally a skeleton. he can put on a glamour for polite company, but he is a skeleton. realistically, intimacy is going to be complicated by that. on top of that, as a lich for the mourn watch, he's going to have certain duties that he can't get away from. myrna herself asks if they're going to be seeing less of emmrich now that he's a lich, and his answer is basically not yet. at some point, some time in the future, he is going to have to go into the necropolis to begin his lich duties and he won't really be coming back out after. so in a very real way, there is an invisible timer on the relationship where it'll basically be dead in the water unless rook makes some serious lifestyle changes* to accommodate that (assuming they're allowed to). so there's some built in angst with the lich romance that may or may not be your preferred flavour, because his job might end their relationship long before rook's mortal lifespan even becomes a consideration.

*theoretically a mourn watcher rook is going to have an easier time with that particular adjustment, but i'm speaking from my perspective as a LoF rook

decisions, decisions

this is the part where i start talking about my rook, but do us both a favour and keep reading, because believe it or not there is still some emmrich analysis in this part, and it might inspire you to do your own dissection for your rook, too.

so my rook is corentin laidir, and from the moment emmrich said the word "lich" he's been quietly freaking out about it. largely because of the whole "you're going to leave me to be a lich in the necropolis" thing.

i had hoped that resolving emmrich's quest line would give me a very clean solution to the lich freak out issue, and it does! ....if i liked the ending where we save manfred. which i don't. controversial opinion, but i don't actually care about manfred enough for corentin to be his second dad, and from a roleplay perspective i don't think corentin would advocate for bringing manfred back.

but on the other hand, the lich!emmrich option is quite literally corentin's nightmare. what corentin wants, at his core, is for emmrich to accept both manfred's death and his own, whenever it may come. he wants emmrich to understand that running from his own fear of death like that is beneath him. is it honouring death to defy it like that, even (supposedly) in the name of service? corentin would argue no, if he could bring himself to argue with emmrich about anything.

selfishly, corentin is also afraid of what eternity means. sure, emmrich says now that he'll always remember corentin and what they have, but what about a thousand years from now? he's afraid of being replaced, and of becoming insignificant to someone who is so, so important to him right now. in this life.

so the question becomes: do i choose an imperfect, happier ending that maintains emmrich's mortality, or do i throw corentin into an emotional blender?

why i'm putting corentin in the torment nexus

one of the problems of being a creatively-minded person while playing decision-based games is that there comes a time when you have to make a choice:

do i work with the options available to me, or do i pull out my scalpel and gut this thing?

and in moments like this, where neither option is quite right, i have no choice but to get surgical. pick what's interesting, and frankenstein that thing into something that works well enough to carry me to the end.

and the fact of the matter is, the lich path is just more interesting to me in this case because it's an angst machine, and because it makes sense for him to get stuck in it. if i dig into corentin's character, in that exact moment when a decision is made, there's no world where he's going to tell emmrich to give up on his life's work just to bring manfred back and stay mortal. but there is a world where he'd recognize that telling emmrich to give up on his life's work for a guy who loves him who he met five minutes ago is a dick move, and then he'd get completely caught off guard when emmrich says he's going to start preparing for his rites now.

so where does this leave corentin?

here's how i'm handling the situation for the time being, unless something comes along that completely revolutionizes how i feel about all this.

every time emmrich has talked about becoming a lich, it's always been a vague future thing with no real timeline attached. in hindsight, it's pretty clear that the only thing delaying the process was himself—emmrich was uncertain if he was willing to risk the danger of the rites. this uncertainty, however, has left corentin with the impression that even if he was 100% sure and raring to go forward, there would be tests and preparation that needed to happen first, and there would be time before the rites could happen.

so when the question of whether or not to save manfred comes up, corentin does what any good boyfriend would and he tells emmrich that he's dedicated his life to potentially becoming a lich, and he needs to be really certain before throwing that away.

corentin is allergic to being a bummer; even when he's really struggling with something, he feels like he can't talk about it if it'll upset someone else. emmrich is desperately afraid of death, and corentin is desperately afraid of being alone, so he's gotten very good at keeping himself... palatable. so when emmrich responds to his encouragement by saying that he'll start preparing for the rites immediately? well, corentin feels locked into the supportive boyfriend schtick. he feels like he has to be unerringly supportive and not question emmrich's decision, even though it is definitely something that effects him, too.

the whole time emmrich's preparing to become a lich, corentin is thumbs up "you got this babe!"-ing his way through it, all while frantically trying to squash down the feeling of impending doom. because he is 100% completely convinced the other shoe is going to drop at any moment and emmrich is going to go to the Lich Corner Store for cigarettes and never come home.

though it should be noted, the skeleton part of "skeleton boyfriend" is really the least of his concerns. it's just everything around that.

and where does this leave emmrich?

he doesn't know it, but it leaves him with a pretty miserable boyfriend. they're going to have to reckon with corentin's issues at some point.

just like they're going to have to deal with emmrich's. becoming a lich is maybe not 100% a good thing, at least not right this second. he says that he "thought he knew its price," and in keeping with that banter i linked in the first part, he seems unprepared for the reality of losing people. it feels a little like he's rushing into it headfirst before the grief can hit him full force and he can get cold feet.

i'm really curious how he's going to feel if something happens to corentin (or almost happens), and it gives him a reality check on his boyfriend's mortality. losing manfred is already unimaginably hard... is he prepared for what it's going to be like when he loses corentin?

because i don't think he's realized that he isn't, yet.

[writingforstraykids]

I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply. 

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?” 

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh. 

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious. 

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought. 

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off. 

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned. 

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head. 

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried. 

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants. 

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding. 

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off. 

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

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Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right. 

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls. 

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already. 

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again. 

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.” 

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already. 

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered. 

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity. 

“No, please,” he whimpered. 

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate. 

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest. 

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips. 

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name. 

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead. 

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready. 

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat. 

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving. 

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response. 

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh. 

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun. 

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[abbyromanoff]

hii, can I request virgin! innocent! gp! wanda and dom reader,, wanda trying to masturbate but doesn't know how and then reader helps her and makes her cum

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Pairings: g!p Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: smut, blowjobs, unprotected sex, mentions of cunnilingus, Wanda has a penis and is a virgin, bottom!Wanda, handjob, porn, maturbation, first times, small angst

Word count: 1777

Summary: After finding out the truth about why Wanda is so scared to have sex you offer to help in more ways than one.

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The moment you walked up your stairs you heard moans coming from the bedroom. Assuming the worst you stopped for a moment and tried to calm yourself, you couldn’t trust that if you were to catch your girlfriend cheating that you wouldn’t hit someone. You dropped your bag onto the ground and shakily opened the door with sweaty palms, the nerves settling in.

The sight you walked in on wasn’t one you expected, Wanda was sat with her cock in her hands as her laptop was open, sounds illuminating from the item. When the girl saw you she quickly closed her laptop and covered herself with the blanket while you were frozen in place. You’ve never seen Wanda naked, she said she just didn’t want you to think she was ugly when the real reason was because of what lies upon her crotch. You didn’t move and didn’t talk, it was worrying Wanda immensely.

“Y/N? Can you say something?” You broke out of your trance and walked over to the bed, laying on the side next to her.

“Are you going to leave me now?” She asked in a small, hushed tone. Your eyes widened as you took in her question, why would she ever think something like that?

“What? Of course not! I’m never going to leave you no matter what, you’re stuck with me. And I’m definitely not going to leave you over something you can’t change or control.” You pulled her into a sweet, reassuring kiss as small tears escaped her green eyes.

“You’re really not going to break up with me?” “No, why would you think that?” She looked down at your question, playing with her finger which was a nervous habit of hers. You grabbed the shaking hands and gave a kiss to the back of them, looking at her as you awaited for a response.

“Well, the one person I ever dated left me because they said I was weird and not normal. That’s why I’ve never been naked around you and why I’ve made you wait so long to sleep with me.” Tears of your own formed in your eyes as you took in her words. The thought of someone breaking her heart like that and calling her all those disgusting names made you want to hold her in your arms forever.

“They were an idiot to let you go. You’re the most beautiful, the sweetest, most amazing person I’ve ever met and I promise you I’m not going to do what they did.” You answered before adding with a smirk, “If anything, it makes you hotter.” The brunette laughed as you joined her. You entangled her into a hug and only then remembered what she was doing before this.

“Hey Wands?” She hummed in response and you leaned back to look at her. “You know, if you want, I could maybe help you. Like with masturbating.” You immediately cringed at your own words as they left your mouth and prayed that you didn’t make this awkward or push her into doing anything. She looked as if she was thinking hard about her answer before nodding with a small smile.

“Are you sure? I mean, if you aren’t ready I understand I just want you to feel good. And no offense you didn’t really seem to know what you were doing.” You could see the look of embarrassment on her face at your last sentence, she wondered if she actually seemed that inexperienced.

“I’m ready, I want to sleep with you.” You stood up to remove your own clothing to make her feel less exposed. When you leaned back down you grabbed onto the blankets covering her body, asking permission that was soon granted. Nervousness filled the girl as you took in her body, her tits were on display and you couldn’t help but reach out for them. You could tell she was sensitive as she whimpered at your touch. Moving down her body you left kisses along the way, making sure to not leave any part of her unloved. You reached her throbbing cock and gave a small peck to the tip leaking pre-cum. Wanda threw her head back at the small stimulation as her length twitched against her stomach.

Wrapping your hands around her pulsing dick you started a slow rhythm of moving your palm up and down. The girl was a moaning mess, it was her first time so you weren’t exactly surprised. You saw the closed laptop and returned it to its original state as the loud sounds from before turned back on. Wanda shot her head up as she stared at the screen, a woman was scissoring with another woman and she watched intently.

“That’s it baby, keep your eyes on the screen for me.” She did what you asked without complaint, admiring as the pussies slid together back and forth. She always wondered what that would feel like but she knew she’d never know, seeming as she was born with something else, something that she knew made her different. Her thoughts were cut off as your hand went to massage her balls, gently rubbing them in your palm to stimulate her further.

“Y/N, gonna-“ Her words were cut off as spurts of cum landed on her stomach and your face. The woman was embarrassed knowing that she came sooner than what she was hoping for but seeing your content face made her relax a bit.

“Such a good girl Wanda, so proud of you. You did so, so good for your first time.” She smiled at your praises as you leaned up to give her a passionate kiss. She thought you were done until you lowered yourself once again and kissed up her inner thighs until you reached her bulbous head.

“What- what are you doing?” “Oh Wands, I’m gonna suck you off. You know what a blowjob is, don’t you?” She bit her lip thinking about it, nodding quickly to your question. With her answer you brought your lips around her tip, making eye contact as you sucked. She placed her eyes back on the screen and watched as the two women finished all over each other, one going down on the other. You took down as much as you could before bobbing your head up and down repeatedly, gagging as she hit the back of your throat.

“Don’t- don’t hurt yourself- fuck!” Wanda struggled to form a sentence as the warmth around her brought her closer to the edge. You noticed her struggling to find where to put her hands so you placed them on your head, letting her guide your head however she liked. She nervously directed you as her noises grew louder, you being pleased with how well she was vocalling her pleasure brought your hands to her large breasts and teased them to your liking, smiling around her when she shuttered.

“Y/N, I- I think I’m gonna cum.” You released her long cock from your mouth to speak in a warning tone, “Hold it for me, can you do that? Can you be my good little puppy and wait?” She nodded even if she didn’t think she could, she just wanted to make you happy. You sat yourself up and lined your dripping core up with her wet length covered in your saliva. Lowering yourself down you immediately felt full, even with just half of her inside of you it felt like she was stretching you out.

“So big Wands! You stretch me out so fucking well baby.” You whispered hotly against her plump lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as the immense warmth of your pussy surrounded her, she could barely take it.

“I’m gonna-” “No you’re not, you’re going to make me feel good and then you can cum again. You don’t want to be selfish, now do you? You want to make me cum, don’t you?” Her eager nod made you laugh, her desperate self amused you.

You sunk down further until your pelvis hit her own, starting to rock yourself back and forth on her length. You brought your mouth to her perky tits as you sucked them to your liking. Wanda held you close as she started to thrust up into you, becoming desperate. She was chasing her own high until she remembered what you said earlier, stopping her pace she tried to stop herself from finishing before you. When you felt her movements die down you looked up at her, removing her breast from your mouth with a small ‘pop’.

“Don’t stop, you were doing so good, where’d my good girl go, huh?” You rocked your hips against her faster before speaking again, “Rub my clit for me Wands. Yes! That’s it! Rub my fucking clit, be my good little slut and don’t stop.” Her hands felt like magic, in fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if she was using her magic to pleasure you further. You kept up with your fast pace and continued your earlier actions on her breasts. Tears filled the younger woman’s eyes as she couldn’t hold it anymore, she could feel herself finally giving in. You noticed, you could feel her throbbing inside of you as small spurts of cum filled your small hole.

“You can do it princess, I’m on the pill.” Your approval made her finally let go as channels of hot cum filled your small hole. You encouraged her with your words and your stroking of her face until she relaxed, leaning into your touch. Removing her now soft cock from inside of you, you started to get up and head to the bathroom until you felt a hand enclose around your own, stopping you from going anywhere. You looked back to see Wanda’s puzzled expression and walked back over to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

“But what about you? I didn’t make you cum.” She looked dissapointed in herself, it was as if it was her goal of the night to make you finish. You chuckled lighty at her sweetness and answered her in a soft voice.

“Tonight was about you, alright? You can make me cum another time, I promise.” You thought she’d back down but she only disagreed, it was her mission to make you feel just as good as he did.

“No. I’m going to make you feel just as good as I did if not better. I don’t care how long it takes I’m going to make you cum.” Her little pout made it impossible to take her seriously but you nodded and layed down on the comfortable sheets, watching as she shyly went down on you.

[leeofthevoid]

Cold-Blooded Beings- Part 1

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hey guys this is a multi-chapter thing, a little series I suppose and I'm excited to map it out. Hello! Had a few comments that wanted it changed to Y/N and I got you! Please let me know if I missed a few but I tend to not use the assigned name I did before. Just tell me if you guys also want some name specific Fic for you so I can make one shots! Big thanks to the people who pointed good stuff out!

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Strong language

Word Count: 1777

|| Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Money Makes The World Go Wild

Oxford was a dream come true. It was so difficult to actually get into the school without the help of your family’s wealth and earn your place, it was rewarding to finally get into it. 

It wasn’t until dinner time when you felt big arms wrap itself around your shoulders while you ate. “Look who we have here. N/N L/N.” What the hell? This voice was unrecognizable. What does this guy want with you? “I’m sorry um…Did I do something wrong?” The man looked confused and chuckled. “Y/N , it’s me Felix? Felix Catton? Cry Baby Fee?” 

You jolted back in surprise and your face turned from a slight scowl to surprise. You didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap your arms around him. “Fee! Holy shit you’re so big now! I barely recognized you!” You both laugh heartily as you pour out your happiness in the embrace. “How I miss you, I miss you so.” You pulled back to pepper his face with kisses and finally sat back down on your seat, huge smiles still plastered on your faces. “You’re so big now Fee! I can’t believe you’re the same little boy I had to carry when you scraped your knees.” Felix cringed slightly at the story but still smiled his heart out. “Well yeah, I’m not the little boy Catton you used to know. It’s so nice to see you N/N. Venetia would be so happy know you go here.” You pause and look around the dining hall looking around for the other Catton sibling. “Speaking of, where is she?” Felix leaned on the table and sighed, “Went to Cambridge in fear that I would ‘ruin’ her university experience.” It was so like Venetia to say that and you admired how they seemed to barely change. 

You ended up talking through dinner time about how you got into Oxford the way your family always went in. Felix teasing you about your strict family. How you both grew through the years and realized how you missed each other’s presence ever since your father threw you to Switzerland to attend boarding school after your last summer in Saltburn. You both exchanged numbers and a promise to Felix that you will for sure hangout with him and his friends. With a goodbye embrace that was too long for other people, you parted ways. 

It was hard being a Teacher’s assistant. When you settled after a few months into your summer term, your professor offered for you to help him tutor his students which you gladly agreed to for extra credit. You were now stuck in the room with Mr. Ware, this shy scholar kid named Oliver Quick, and another empty seat that the other student seemed to miss every session. It’s their fifth absence now. Oliver was in the middle of reading his essay out loud when you decided to take a quick bathroom break, waking up your professor in the process to at least pay attention to the poor guy. After a few minutes out, you’re met with a new person chatting with the tutor and Oliver sits back quietly. You got a better view of the new presence and saw a nice head of curly hair, fashionable clothes, and…No way. “Farleigh?” 

Oliver and Farleigh look up at you from the door and his eyes widen. “ Oh my god N/N!” He stood up and scooped you in a tight hug. Man, these Cattons sure love their hugs. “I thought Felix was fooling us when he mentioned a special childhood friend in Oxford.” He gently puts you down and backs away to sit next to Oliver again. 

“My, my. A L/N and a Catton? Oliver, you have quite the company.” Your Professor stated. You saw Oliver slowly back up in his chair more, feeling a tinge of pity for the guy. “Let’s start over, Sir. I believe we all have limited time.” You chime in. You all sat down and proceeded to listen to the essays Oliver was abruptly cut off. His work was too robotic and a little…Boring? You can’t help but try to wake the other two people up from time to time to at least alleviate the embarrassment Oliver had. When Oliver finally finished, you cleared your throat, signaling for Farleigh and Mr. Ware to at least look alive. Mr. Ware shared his thoughts and you did too, “I believe there was a lack of something in it, Oliver. I’m sure you’ll be able to revise it better so don’t worry too much.” Farleigh snorted at your kindness and blatantly told him the truth. It was a tensioned back and forth that you’d much rather not be apart of but what can you do? Farleigh was right but so was Oliver, you looked at Mr. Ware and he simply shook his head. “So! We had quite the session today, lads. Oliver, please take note of the changes Ms. L/N will send you, and Farleigh please write your essay too. Um…Send anonymous regards to your mum too please?” Farleigh winks at him and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he leaves the room. Oliver soon made a beeline out of the room and you followed after getting a few tasks from Mr. Ware.

After a few days, you came across Oliver walking alone through the courtyard. “Hey, Oliver!” He quickly looked around for the source and saw you waving at him. “Oliver! Fancy meeting you around and not in the office.” You smiled at him as you put out your hands out to shake. He took it and gave you a shy smile, “Ollie is alright. Y/N right?” You nodded. “So sorry about Farleigh, he always had a sharp tongue ever since we were kids, can I buy you a few drinks to apologize?” 

“No, no, c’mon now Y/N it’s not your fault. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to. I don’t need a reason to treat a friend out?” You smiled at him as he fiddled with his jacket deep in thought. “I suppose you it wouldn’t be bad…” You smiled again “See you later at the pub then. You know where right? Bring your friends Ollie!” Oliver hurriedly walked away with a small bounce of excitement as you slowly backed away bumping into something…Or someone. “Running a charity case, love?” Farleigh chuckled. You look up at him and roll your eyes with a slight smile. “Don’t be mean Far, I just thought he was a decent person to befriend.” 

“And where is Farleigh’s invite then?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both walked. “Since when did you grow so mean? I remember you jumping up and down whenever I complimented you more than Felix.” Farleigh groaned at the memory as you laughed. “You know, being the oldest out of all of us had its perks, such as carrying both you and Fee when you were both so tiny! I felt so big next to you! Now look at you towering over me.”

“N/N, you sound like an old lady reminiscing about her children’s lives, I don’t miss that at all. If you’re coming to the pub with that bore of a person, come by at our table yeah? I’d hate for you to be lonely.” You chuckled as he kissed your cheek to walk off into who knows what. 

The pub had a really good atmosphere for a place swarmed with people in their early twenties dying to have some semblance of relief from school. You would even argue that The King of Arms was a decent place to have a date, even dressed nicely to appease the people you’ll hangout with. One problem is that you never anticipated the fact that Oliver could probably have no friends. Well, he had one, Michael, but the thing about Michael is he seemed to be so absorbed in his genius that he never did care to let you or Oliver talk. As much as you appreciate the boys not ogling at you with the usual stares you get from wearing provocative clothing, it was kind of pathetic that they didn’t at least compliment you perhaps? 

You excused yourself to get another round of drinks, on you of course. It kind of put you in a bit of a damper mood when Michael didn’t even acknowledge it, at least Oliver did but it still sucked. You approached the Barkeeper to bring you three pints of Pale Ale which he kindly nodded to. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing with losers like them?” You chuckled and looked up at the figure slowly sliding their hand on your waist. “Farleigh.” You lightly warned with a smile, “Cut them some slack. It’s probably their first time going out with people. I was like that when I started my summer term.” Farleigh simply rolled his eyes at your kindness thinking it was stupid. You notice how he seemed to still tower over you and that was something since you weren’t exactly short, five foot ten to be exact. You even had heels on for goodness sake! When did this small tiny boy grow so tall? 

You snap out of your trance when the door dings. You turned and saw Michael’s retreating figure, turned and checked the table you were occupying and found no signs of Oliver. Great, you just got ditched. “So…About my offer?” Farleigh’s tone was teasing and you can’t help but give in. With a sigh and a defeated huff you give in. “Fine Far, you win. What about the stuff I ordered?” 

He scoffs, “Thank you for buying me some, you’re a doll.” Farleigh says in a sarcastic manner, picks up the tray and brings it to the table while dragging you with him. You notice Oliver’s shy figure sitting beside Felix as Farleigh pulls a chair out for you. Paying no mind to the boy who just walked out of your table, you greeted everyone with a cheery expression even earning some wolf whistles from the guys sitting with you. “Y/N will apparently buy two rounds of drinks for us.” Farleigh teases. Everyone cheered making you roll your eyes at him. At least you get to use that allowance your dad finally said you earned.

After some time on the table, it still pissed you off that Oliver ditched you, he even avoided eye contact with you while talking to Felix. It’s alright, everything will be okay and you should just let this instance slide, you say to yourself. It was just an apology drink from Farleigh’s mean outburst and the subject of the event was right next to you making out with a girl on his other side. Don’t you just love university?

Next

[1v6]

In The Blink of an Eye [G/T]

[Word count 1777]

Your typical borrower story... or is it really a borrower story at all?

Long, slender hands slammed the book on its cover, its owner too lazy to read any further. Glancing at his phone, the clock read: “12:05 A.M.”

There was no way he had been studying for only five minutes. Surely he had been studying for longer than that? If it was five minutes, why did it feel like an eternity to him?

It was not something he cared enough to think about any further either way. Five minutes or five hours, he felt equally burnt out from studying. 

At least he was five minutes more productive than yesterday.

He reached for his cup for some water, only to find it with as much water as a desert. In other words, he forgot he drank all the water.

On the bright side, it was an excuse for a break from all that studying, and he left his room for the kitchen. Obviously, to get some more water to drink, so he could then have an excuse to use the toilet, which would be another study break, assuming he would continue studying after refilling his water.

Or maybe he would sleep. It is late, even if he usually sleeps later than this. Way later than this.

Yeah, maybe he would after some water.

Somewhat clumsily reaching the water, he also somewhat clumsily refilled his cup for the night, miraculously without spilling anything in the dark, as he never bothered to turn on the kitchen lights. He couldn’t see well without his glasses anyway, what’s the difference between not seeing shit and not seeing shit?

And so, just as he turned away to leave, something flashed in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head to the left instinctively, trying to see what it was.

Nothing out of the ordinary— how is it possible?

Could it have been a cockroach? Perhaps not. They tend to have a weird, lingering odour when they do infest the house. A gecko could’ve been more reasonable given the speed, if what he saw was real, and not a trick of the eye as a cause of forgetting his glasses upstairs. But just in case, he should check it first, if not for the sake of hygiene, then for the sake of being able to sleep soundly tonight.

He hated pests, and the lack of glasses is not going to stop him from trying to eradicate them. Eyes never leaving the spot he believed the bug was, his hand slowly reached the can of insecticide sitting in the corner just for situations like this. If it was a bug, he’s going to kill it without hesitation - just strike at them by drowning them in half of the bottle of that shit— an easy solution to an easy problem, right?

Shaking the can of insecticide, making clink, clink, clink sounds, an alarm to anything that could be targeted by the poison sitting inside, he approached the kitchen counter with small steps, slow and cautious, as if the kitchen counter itself is the enemy.

A small step, followed by another small step…then a Big Sudden Leap - only to detect zero lifeforms in said area.

Huh?

He looked behind the nearest thing there was - the toaster - and saw nothing. Just to be sure, he looked around the toaster - there was still nothing.

He was confused, as he was quite sure that he had seen something. Or was he? There was a small bubble of doubt, now thrown into the mixture of his current emotions. He would stay longer to confirm his suspicions, but it was late, and at this point, there was definitely no more reason to continue with this futile attempt of searching for proof of his figments of his imagination. His fear slightly convinced by the visual proof of nothing, he set the insecticide back down in the corner.

Cup of water in hand a minute later, he prepared to head back to his bedroom upstairs.

There was something again!

This time, there wasn’t something he saw, but something he heard. A very faint scutter that came from below the kitchen counter this time, no longer at the previous area he was looking at just now. His fear of insects reignited again, begging him to deal with this pest once and for all.

Keeping his eyes on the area, he spotted a small dark blob moving towards the gap between the counter and the wall, too small for him to get them if it made it there. The cockroach! There was no time for the bug spray if he wanted to catch it now. He poured the water into the sink, now holding an empty cup.

The deed was done. The war has ended, peace returns to shine proudly on his home! At least, for the time being.

He is currently in a game of catch, with him as the determined lion, and the cockroach the panicking deer. The cup now a repurposed emergency cage, he bent down to get closer towards the ground, and lunged forward with the cup in hand, slamming it down onto the cockroach. 

He will have to deal with the cockroach soon. The cup can not stay on the ground forever— He had to lift it up at one point, which is a terrifying idea: He did not know if this cockroach could fly. What if it were to immediately fly into his face the moment he tipped the cup?!

The second option was more sympathetic to his fear: Leave it closed until it dies. The only two problems that come with this solution, though, are equally a nuisance. For one, the cup was opaque— he would not be able to know when it would be safe to open the cup as he is unable to see when it would be dead. Secondly, the fact that he knew cockroaches are very good at staying alive! He definitely does not want to leave that cup on the ground for, say, three months straight.

Though he has another side that has a conflict with his fear of bugs. People, when grown up, tend to lose their natural childlike wonder towards mundane things, causing life to lose its colour the older one gets. He, though appearing as an uninteresting nobody to anyone passing by, has not yet lost that sense of curiosity. His fear of bugs and his curiosity - towards bugs - in this case, clashed against each other.

A simple solution to making peace with both sides is to separate them using a glass wall. The same way the bug will not make physical contact with him, the fear will not leave the confines of its prison.

And that is what he plans to do.

He will not kill it.

He will simply change its prison walls.

Taking a glass this time, he held it next to the quiet, opaque cup.

The kitchen was silent, and even more so now that he completely forgot to breathe. His sweaty hand had started to fog up the glass a little. He paused, mentally preparing himself for the cup swap.

It’s just a cockroach, he reasoned with himself. There was nothing to be afraid of, and it is most likely more scared of you than you are of it.

A deep breath.

A pause.

The next thing he knew, the cups were swapped.

But what he saw was not a cockroach.

It was a…borrower?

Should she start doubting her own existence? Nay, she is very much real and tangible, despite whatever rusty thoughts are pouring into his mind as of this moment. She pinched herself on the shoulder.

“You’re real?!”

Just to confirm her reality.

She simply stared at him as the human squinted his eyes at her.

Is he trying to show that she is that insignificant compared to him? Sure, he is large in size, but there was no need to rub it in her face. She can assess her situation quite well, very unlike her captor, thank you very much.

Has he never seen someone like her before? What is a “borrower”? This is starting to feel more and more like an insult to her dignity. Stripped of her name, then her dignity, what’s next? It was already bad enough that she was captured like an animal, but to be captured by such a dimwit just seems precisely what the Court would consider an entertaining joke.

“Are you a borrower?”

Fortunately, being captured by an idiot has its advantages. An easy escapade can be done in no time, especially for someone as capable as her— as long as she can find a chance to do so, and humans rarely have any room for that, given their physical superiority. She could make the glass brittle enough to break and make a run for it, but—

“Maybe you’re not talking or something because whatever rules you have stop you from doing so, but I want to talk, not to harm you…?”

He sounded like he is not even confident with his own statement. He could try to lie better, perhaps. A decent attempt, however not one that can fool her into talking. She owes humans nothing. There is no favour to return, perhaps except trapping him in a glass, if she could.

She knocked on the glass to examine her prison walls better.

Clink, clink!

She looked at him again. Eyes droopy, he opened his mouth to let out a small yawn, scaring her just a little before she reigned in her fear.

Humans have no proper etiquette.

What felt like an eternity continued with nothing but a staring contest. And she will wait for however long she has to in order to escape. He said he was tired.

She still refused to talk?! OK, he thought, makes sense if they don’t trust humans or whatever.

Then she will wait until he sleeps.

But still, this is real. A borrower in front of him.

He knows the right thing to do would be to let her go and respect her right to liberty, but also, he knew that he would definitely never see her again if he did that.

So he brought her, covered glass and all, to his bedroom, trapped. After all, what’s the harm in doing that if she is in no danger? Not that he plans to harm her anyway. It is just keeping her in one place where he can keep an eye on her.

Yet, the pair of eyes supposed to keep an eye on her are closing. He blinked harder, trying to keep himself awake.

No— I can’t sleep yet— This is a once in a lifetime thing...

A minute later, soft snoring left the confines of warm blankets.

[chaos-grimlin]

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story

Marked (Poly!Billy loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count: 1777

Chapter 10🌶 - Love and lust

(🌶= spicy stuff close to smut but theres no sex

🔥= full on smut like sex and all)

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Weeks passed... 4 to be exact..since Y/n had founf her best friend Casey becker dead, hanging from a tree with her organs hanging out of her body.

Y/n had tried to go to school the day after finding her friend... But everything was overwhelming... Between Stu and Randy making jokes about it to the feeling of Casey's blood on her hands....ever since then.. Y/n had been out of school.

She stayed in her room, laying around, crying, or scrubbing at her body till her skin was red.

No one really cared to come and check on her other then Randy and Dewy.

Every since Randy figured out, thanks to Billy, that you were close with Casey, Randy hasn't stopped coming by after work.

Hed always come by with a new movie for you two to watch and take out food since he knew you haven't been eating.

Dewy came over but not nearly as much as Randy did. Dewy came over to make sure you were okay, and to make sure you haven't harmed yourself due to guilt.

Normally when Dewy came over he'd bring you a little something, it might be a book he thought you'd like or a donut that he got from the police department. And after a while, he started to bring Randy something too since he was always there.

You thought it was sweet of Randy and Dewy to come and check up on you since hardly no one else did.. Hell you didn't even see Sidney, Tatum, Billy, or Stu other then when Stu would see you through your open window and wave at you like.a crazy person.

You let out a sigh as you sat up from your bed and fixed your loose button up pajama shirt.

Today you wanted to get up and not look like a mess.

You stumbled into your bathroom and shut the door behind you. You looked at yourself. You had slight bags under your eyes, your hair was messy and you had slightly gone paler.

You let out a sigh and turned on the sink and started to get yourself togeather.

By the time you were done you heard knocking on your window and a small smile graced your features.

You stepped out of your bathroom, still in your loose pajamas and walked to your window, and on the other side you saw the friendly face of Randy Meeks...

^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^

My heart fluttered when I saw Randy at the window. I quickly unlocked it and pushed it open, allowing Randy to climb in.

"Hey Y/n" Randy said as he fully got himself in after almost falling.

"Hey Randy...looks like im not the one sneaking through windows now" I said with a soft smile as I sat back on my rather messy bed "yeah true..its kind of fun". "  Anyway What movies you got today?" I asked him, my eyes slowly going to his left hand which held a white plastic bag.

I saw a smile pull at the edges of Randy's lips. "Oh I didn't bring movies today" he said as he walked over to my bed and flopped down beside me.

"Well what did you bring?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side. "Oh just a shit ton of snacks and two bottles of beer" he said as he looked at me. "You okay with that?" He added. I looked at him and nodded with a smile.

Over the past 4 weeks I have grown a crush on Randy.. He was the only one other then Dewy that I think actually cared about me and he cared about keeping my mind off of Casey..

Randy pulled two bottles of beer from the bag then dumped the rest of the contents onto my bed.

My eyes scanned over everything that laid on my bed and smiled brightly. It looks like Randy had bought one of everything at the store.

I looked back at him only to meet his eyes. "Your the best Randy" My voice came out in a low whisper as I looked at him..

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Randy felt his heart swell at those words.

Randy felt himself stop crushing on Sidney and start crushing on You.

He felt captivated by you... His crush on you was diffrent from the crush he had on Sidney. With Sidney.. It was a want, he realized he liked the thought of having sex with Sidney rather then dating her... But with you..he wanted to date you, he wanted something serious and intimate with you..

You were almost like a drug to him... He felt a need for you rather then a want... A need that grew stronger each time he saw you, each time he heard you, and each time he thought of you...

"Randy.. You okay?" You asked as you had noticed Randy had spaced out.

"Oh yeah" he said with a shake of his head, making you giggle. Randy pulled a small bottle opener from his pocket and opened yours and his beer.

"Now let's drink, snack, and talk shit" he said as he grinned from ear to ear.

~~~Time skip~~~

^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^

3 hours had passed and Randy and I were laughing at the most stupid shit as we finished off the last bit of the candy.

"Oh has today been fun" I said as I looked at him. Randy looked at me. "Im glad I could make it fun" he replied.

After that... The room feel silent, a comfortable silence with just us looking into each other's eyes.

I slowly moved closer to Randy and he did the same. I saw his eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, a movement that made my heart cut flips in my chest.

Randy leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine.

I let out a noise of shock and Randy pulled away as quickly as he had pressed his lips onto mine.

"I'm...im sorry..i..i-"

I cut off his rambling by cupping the side of his face and pulling him back to me, letting our lips touch once again. Sparks erupting in my stomach as oxytocin pumped through my veins.

Mine and Randy's eyes fluttered closed as Randy snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him to the point I was almost in his lap.

Randy bit softly at my lower lip as if asking me to open my mouth.

My lips parted without me even thinking about it and before I knew it, Randy had his tongue in my mouth, deeping the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around Randy's neck, intertwining my fingers in his hair as he rubbed his hand up and down my waist as his other hand rested on my ass.

My lungs started to burn and I pulled away from Randy's lips.

My eyes fluttered open and where met with Randy's grayish blue eyes.

I smiled softly at him before going back in to kiss him.

As we kissed I felt Randy slowly slip his hands up my loose button up. The feeling of his hands against my bare skin made goosebumps rise all over my body.

Randy's fingers traced shapes onto my skin as he made his way to my stomach, then he pulled away from the kiss, a string of Saliva connecting us.

Randy pulled his hands out from under my shirt as he slowly reached up to the top button of my shirt, then stopped and looked at me, as if asking for my permission.

I nodded to him and just as i did, he slowly unbuttoned my top, the pads of his fingers gingerly bushing against my skin as he did.

As soon as he unbuttoned the last button, the loose fabric slipped off of my arms, fully exposing my breasts and torso to him.

I heard Randy's breath hitch in his throat as he eyes wondered over me.

"God... Your so beautiful..." He muttered as he moved his head to the crook of my neck and slowly started to kiss, lick, suck, and bite at the tender skin.

I let out a soft moan as I moved my hands to his shirt and moved my hands up it, my hands graced over his torso.

He wasn't built, but he had very faint muscle, he was more thin then muscular..but i didnt mind it.

I moaned as his mouth sucked roughly at my neck, slowly moving down to my collar bones.

I moved my hands from his shirt and rested them on his thighs as he continued the assult on my neck and upper body.

Randy soon pulled away from my neck and pulled me into his lap. He wasted no time pulling his shirt off, then kissing me again.

I couldn't get enough of how his lips fit perfectly against mine as they moved in unison with each other.

I pushed myself closer to him till my bare chest touched his.

I felt something push against my inner thigh as I moved myself closer to Randy.

Randy's hands grabbed at my breasts and his fingers fondled with my nipples as he stuck his tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues danced as his pinched my nipples between his fingers, causing me to groan into his mouth.

I slowly started to grind my clothed cunt against his bulge as he moved his lips from my mouth and to my jaw, leaving tender kisses.

Randy moaned out as I continued grinding on him.

Randy stopped kissing me and picked me up from his lap and laid me down on my bed.

I looked up at Randy with hooded eyes only to see his eyes filled to the brim with lust and love.

I felt loved and wanted my him and he worshipped every inch of my body that was exposed to him. He started at my face, then my neck, to my shoulders, then my breasts, then my stomach, then... My waist line.

Randy looked at me as his fingers latched onto the waist band of my pajama pants.

I nodded to him and bit my lip as he egarly pulled my pants off my body and gently put them on the floor.

Randy rubbed my thighs..but... As soon as he did... The phone on my desk rang loudly...

(i know this is a poly! Billy and Stu fanfic but trust me! The Randy and Y/n stuff is setting up for other things)

[lpsotd]

Hello I am in a horse fixation are there any unicorns? And can you show like maybe all the horses there are?? Idk why im asking when I can look this up on my own but, idk I find it fun to ask you hehe :)

i answered a similar ask here !! however there are A Lot more horses than the ones i shared in that post. so i'd be glad to share some with you !!

#1081 - #1331 - #1605 #1616 - #770 - #1717 #1777 - #1820 - #2247 ------------------------- #1879 - #1881 - #1880 #1964 - #2431 - #2087 #2302 - #2666 - #2417 vv info about each pet below vv

#1081 is one of the generation 3 'tubes' pets, coming in a halloween themed tube alongside monkey #1080 :o)

#1331 is apart of the generation 3 'barnyard' pets 3-pack - alongside them are chick #1329 and collie #1330 :o)

#1605 is a generation 3 'pet pairs' pet - they are buddied up with rabbit #1606 :o)

#1616 is a generation 3 pet and one of the 'blythe loves littlest pet shop' pets - their playset is called 'playfully plaid' and they are paired with blythe #B4

#770 is a generation 3 'portable pet' and they are one of the fanciest pet types - this series of portables in particular is titled 'gift set'. alongside this horsie is their friend parakeet #771, wearing their fancy shades

#1717 is a generation 3 pet, they come in a carry case that was exclusively sold in kohl's stores - their buddies are rabbit #1714, butterfly #1715, cockerspaniel #1716, cat #1718, peacock #1719, and squirrel #1720 :o)

#1777 is a generation 3 pet that comes in this multi-pack of 20 pets - including shorthair cat #1764, bulldog #1765, rabbit #1766, corgi #1767, dragonfly #1768, duck #1769, rabbit #1770, persian #1771, fish #1772, guinea pig #1773, hamster #1774, hermit crab #1775, horse #1776, iguana #1778, kitten #1779, mouse #1780, pig #1781, scottie #1782, and toucan #1783

#1820 is a generation 3 pet included in the 'prized pets' line up of paired pets - alongside them is deer #1819. not technically a unicorn but they are wearing a unicorn horn headpiece .. so i guess that counts ?? sadly to my knowledge there are no unicorn lps (there really should be though,) so this is as close as we're gonna get

#2247 is a generation 3 'blythe loves littlest pet shop' pet featured in the 'fashion shoot' playset that was sold exclusively in target stores. alongside them is penguin #2244, corgi #2245, husky #2246, ladybug #2248, shorthair cat #2249, and blythe #B31

#1879, #1880, and #1881 are the generation 3 'petriplets' set of horsies. siblings, do not separate !

#1964 is one of the two special generation 3 pets that came with a copy of the 'biggest stars' nintendo ds game that was sold at toys r us. they are paired with poodle #1965

#2431 is one of the generation 3 fifth wave of blind bag pets. and is also one of the pets that has real hair :o)

tumblr will only let me post 30 images per post, so sadly i cannot show the pictures for the last 4 horsies. i hope this post was worth reading - sorry i didn't really go in depth about each pet (words are hard for some reason and i couldn't find a lot to say). there are more horses, so if you want to shoot another ask about them i'd be glad to share them all with you :o)

[rreskk]

The moment I saw you and some other amazing tumblr accounts writing about gothssssss OMGMMGMGMG. Okay okay okay, I'm sorry but this request is kind of weird. Fem reader who's a goth with Trevor. Blood kink? pls? and like the reader is lowkey dom but still sub?? The reader has like a vampire kink basically or whatv. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT I FEEL LIKE YOULL DO GREAT. THANK YOU SM

And all the goth lovers have RISEN FROM THE DEAD! Welcome to the land of living corpses my loves ;)

Summary: Trevor loves himself a girl with dark senses.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Goth Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1777 (I should of made if 1666 for the vibe lol)

It wasn’t really a thought during the time. While his finger would constantly cry to rip your fishnets, freeing whatever surprise you had under this extravagant exterior, he wouldn’t mind either outcomes. This was just some random guy you had been seduced by when clubbing. His dirty tongue and provocative lips; how could you refuse? He was a human meat chamber for your hunger. Nonetheless, he was absolutely handsome. There was this unnatural aura to this man who claimed to be some-sort of sinner. By the way he’d beg for your pussy, maybe he was a sinner. A strong sinner.

He was called Trevor.

Trevor Philips

A likely hot-heated freak you’ve wrapped around your finger after a night of exploring Satan’s backrooms. Remembering the way he moaned your name as your hands pulled onto his godforsaken hair – well… What was left of his hair. Even if he was such an awful person, that doesn’t stop you from seeing him every now and then. Besides, he loves himself a gothic woman such as you. He’s never explored a lady with such darkness to her, that he’s simply addicted.

-

Tonight was like no-other night. You’ve found yourself pressing your heavy boots upon his thigh, watching the way he crawled his hands up and down your fishnets and black skirt. His eyes were begging. He was like a puppy losing his mother.

“C’mon…” He whispered lowly, occasionally tugging on your tights, making one of the holes bigger by moment.

You trailed your sharp nails across his thinning hair and smiled. Trevor was relieved at your affection and fell into your palm until the nail pierced his scalp.

“Ah! – “ But his hiss was paused when you pressed kisses upon the now seeping blood. It oozed down to his scarred eyebrow, the sensation tickling his facial hairs. Trevor shivered. He wasn’t fazed at all, instead, he was extremely aroused. That bulge within his jeans had twitched; you saw it twitch crazily. It was like a rabid animal trying to free itself from his clothes.

You kissed away the trails of blood until smudges remained. His hands around your thighs squeezed tighter as he was getting very impatient. The poor man was on his knees, practically clinging to your legs. You’d find that he would try and take a sneak peak from under your skirt but of course, you kneed him away, earning a rather husky groan.

“[y/n]! You can’t be teasing me anymore,” Trevor grumbled at your sadistic behaviour, “Let me fuck you, yeah? A good fuck… Baby?”

“I’m enjoying myself. Are you not?” You uttered with his blood staining your lips.

“I am enjoying myself, sweets… But I’d be happier if you gave into me. C’mon, I know you just wanna have that thing ripped off you, yeah?”

You glanced down at your corset and airy shirt that he was referring to. While covered up, your bra was visible through the black, long-sleeved shirt. He had his sights fixated on it since the moment you had him kneeing. From his current height, the size of your breasts were huge. He’d have to lean back just to see your face, but that’s a problem he LOVEDhaving.

“I wanna see you.” He’d protest again, continuously.

“You want so much.”

“You offer so much.”

His snarky comment made you roll your eyes back. There wasn’t a fault in his words but the audacity was grudge-worthy. Still, he looked at you with innocence. That “please, honey?” expression never fails to make your legs a tiny bit weak. Who wouldn’t? Them brown eyes are not for the soft-minded. He uses them with the intent to shatter and dismantle the chosen prey; you.

“Fine…” You breathed, studying the way he slowly stood to his feet. Trevor painfully waited until he was hovering over you, due to his height. He smirked down and allowed his hands to reach the back of your corset.

You’d gasp. He ripped it open. Trevor’s scowl twitched as he used his arm strength to rip the ribbons, releasing the pressure it had on your outfit and stomach. It was thrown aside with a massive thump and he didn’t stop there, no way. He eagerly held the shirt over your head and removed that as well. You were shirtless before him.

“Mmm…” His teeth were gritting at the view of your bra and breasts. Your crucifix was buried between them. He pulled it out before sniffing the scent. He sniffed loudly, moaning at the smell.

“Trevor – “ Words were taken as he smashed his mouth against yours. The necklace dangled around your chest, his hands moving from your hips to your ass. He deepened the kiss until you were pressed against the nearby wall. That constant clutter and swaying of the picture frames, etc… It wasn’t a bother to him. As long as you were pressed against him, there wasn’t a worry in the world.

The make-out session had left you panting for air. Trevor threw off your bra and crucifix necklace, diving his face between your tits and licking the hell out of them. He’d murmur words of affirmation as you’d bite your tongue. His tongue was so nasty against your sensitive nipple, it was almost too good to be true.

“Oh, yes…” And the growing heat inside your lower tummy was growing feral. You needed him now. Your grinded your hips against his beasty boner that had managed to rest against the hem of his jeans.

Trevor cursed, “Fuck…” When you had grinded hard into him. The extra heat was menacing.

Your back was rubbing the wall since there was no obvious hints that a bed was going to be used. Instead, he lifted one of your legs up and torn the fishnets apart around your crotch area. He was panting at the desperation. Your skirt was lifted up and soon enough, your pussy was out in the open. And it was wetter than the ocean.

“Just how I fuckin’ like it, babe.” He smiled and shuffled his jeans down to his ankles. With your help, his erection came bursting from his pants. Your fingers gently massaged the tip as he foamed at the mouth with hot saliva. He stared into your eyes with pure desire that a few drools went unnoticed.

“C’mon, Trevor.”

“I’m coming… I’m comin’, babe.” His words dragged like he was barely sober. Suddenly the usage of alcohol and meth would kick in the second he was in contact with raging hormones.

Trevor lined up his penis, slapping your hand away with urgency. You smirked at his snappiness. He frowned when slapping your hand. That frown was oddly petty but disgustingly attractive. You couldn’t help yourself as you’d lean forward, sinking your teeth into his pulsing neck and making him thrumble relentlessly. Trevor tried to keep his composure, rubbing his penis against your sex but that stinging pain of your canines made him squawk.

“Shit! [y/n]!”

That didn’t stop you from sinking deeper. You waited and waited and waited until that iron taste of his blood (once again). He was left clinging to your chest and whimpering. Your teeth were too harsh on his fragile neck – that was now painted with crimson liquid. You refurnished yourself and stared forward.

“Sorry, baby… I couldn’t help myself.” You offered an apology like there wasn’t red colour around your lips and teeth.

Trevor looked bitter as fuck. He glared at your bravery. He wiped his neck and noticed the running blood dribbling down from the permanent bite mark.

“Fuck…” He murmured to himself, “That’s so fuckin’ hot…”

You were baffled when he licked your lips, tasting his own blood. He gave his tongue a click and grinned, he was satisfied.  

“Heh…” A nervous breath left your departed mouth before he kissed you again. During this kiss, he had thrusted his hips into yours, therefore, penetrating you – finally – with his own cock. The amount of times you moaned into his mouth as the pace was already unbearably fast. By all means, you were constantly slammed against the wall with his every thrust and recoil.

“TREVOR! – “

But he refused to stop kissing. It was an excruciating pleasure. Your make-up, that was already ruined from his kisses beforehand, had ended up caking him as well. Your red and black lipstick smudged all over his jaw and neck, your foundation leaving powdering splodges against his cheek and nose. When he did pull away, the make-up was mutual on both faces. It was almost like he was wearing more than you.

“That’s right… Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” Trevor proudly yelled when wrapping one of your legs around his waist to deepen the access to your pussy. You’d cry and squirm and moan and groan and fidget and sweat and pant and shriek.

“Harder!”

“Oh… That’s my fuckin’ girl!”

Until your hips were reddened, the thrusts were passionate still. There had to be rashes from his skin rubbing against yours constantly. You felt tingling and some burning, but it was blankly ignored since his dick was giving you the joy of a lifetime and more.

“Trevor! Trevor! Christ!” You hurried as the butterflies in your stomach grew intense. The beginning of your climax was happening and apparently he was experiencing the same. He was twitching non-stop, his eyes and his cock. You stroked a hand through his sweaty hair, tugging on a bundle before his body shook.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna! – “ Trevor kissed the corner of your mouth as he continued fucking you.

Momentarily, it came. You came, he came, the feeling came. It rushed. He hunched forward and pinned you against the poor wall as his cock squirted all on your skirt and tummy. You too had cum rushing out of your pussy, drizzling down your thighs and legs. In some parts, it stuck your fishnets to your skin (well, what’s remaining of them anyway).

“Fuckin’…” He struggled to breathe.

You bite your lip and rubbed the soreness of his neck, feeling his tension from looking down at your body. A small grumble responded to your affections and he simply carried you to the sofa. Your boots were torn off, so was your cum-stained skirt. Being left naked, he just climbed on top of you and sighed. His face found home between your breasts and it was clear, non-verbally, that was needed a good old-fashioned cuddle. Naked edition.

“There we go.” You softly kissed his forehead and allowed your body to finally rest.

“My neck hurts…” That muffle responded from between your boobs.

“I know, baby, I know…”

“Bite me more sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but grin, “Alright… As you wish.”

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Fic Friday (21)

Title: Mean Girls

Author: incidental

Word Count: 1777

AO3 Description: Scully overhears two women in the bathroom talking, and it's high school all over again

My thoughts: First off - who could be mean to Scully?? So rude! Don't worry though, Mulder is there to make her feel better. This is such a sweet h/c fic!

Enjoy! Tagging @today-in-fic

[blackwood4stucky]

something in the way | aspen blackwood

series: the call of darkness

james "bucky" barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🆃 | word count: 1777 | complete

tags: alternate universe, bucky barnes centric, creature, blood

synopsis: Bucky realizes that something is amiss.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | psychotic behavior

@anyfandomdarkbingo | eating disorder 

a year in review by tainted souls server

danse macabre: the dance of death | creature feature

@buckybarnesevents: connect 4 - into an alternate june-iverse [c4013] | c2: vampire

@fandom-free-bingo: flight edition | free use

@killacharacterbingo | revenge

@multifandom-flash: round 1 [1088] | free space

@stuckybingo [5080] | deja vu all over again [feb adoptable]

snippet: "They say that idle minds are the devil’s playground. That idle hands are his workshop and idle lips, his mouthpiece. Whoever coined such a saying was correct. Bucky’s mind is the devil’s playground, for all he hears are whispers about his true self. Bucky’s hands are his workshop, for all they do is kill and kill and kill. Bucky’s lips are his mouthpiece, for all they crave is the feeling of human flesh against them. A mouthpiece that holds a tongue that desires the taste of human blood, the strongest muscle in the body that leads to a throat that thirsts for the life essence of so many. But why? Why is he like this?"

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Boy Who Broke His Own Heart [Part One]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Jasmine Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Euphemia Potter, Filius Flitwick, Fleamont Potter,

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1777

Summary: Sirius would rather break his own heart than hers.

Tags/Warnings: James Potter has a sister, Self Loathing, Commitment Issues, Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Smoking, Accidents, Harm, Marauders Era, The War is Not Happening in this,

Notes: This is gonna be a short lil series planned eight shortish chapters <3

LINK TO ALL PARTS

Sirius didn’t know how it had happened. How he’d ended up here, sitting on the window ledge of his new bedroom, fag in hand - something that would drive his newly acquired family batty if they knew. That’s why he did it now, in the dark of night where they couldn’t see. It’s where he did a lot of things they couldn’t see. Crying over his newly orphaned status had been the first, tears he couldn’t help but spill though he was thankful to get out of that godforsaken house. Anger was the next though he suspected they knew about that, or at least the house elves did, given that the mirror he’d punched to smithereens until his hand was bloodied and bruised had restored itself by the following morning though he’d not bothered to clean it up. But the smoking they didn’t know about. And this, this little thing he and Jasmine had going. They definitely didn’t know about that.

He hadn’t intended to start anything with her. Of course they were friends, it was hard not to be given he was best friends with her twin James and living in her family's house, but it had never gone past that. Even though she was her brother’s polar opposite, the only traits they shared being looks [the same dark hair, of which hers was more well tamed, and the same stunning hazel eyes] he’d still seen her as an extension of him. And though there had never been an explicit restriction on their friendship going any further there was an unspoken honour code that allowed him to know she was off limits. A code which he had followed right until he couldn’t. 

The first time he kissed her he hadn’t been thinking properly. He was tired, fed up, hurt and angry and she was there. Whilst Euphemia fussed over him and James tried relentlessly to cheer him up she did nothing but let him think. She let him talk, if he wanted to, she even let him smoke in front of her though he respected her enough to do it by a window or in the garden.

They’d been outside in the garden when it happened. Admittedly he’d been hiding out around the back of the shed where James couldn’t find him when she’d come strolling around the corner, looking completely unsurprised to find him there. Obviously she wasn’t fazed, after all, these hidey holes had been bequeathed to him by her. A lifetime of being James Potter’s twin could drive a girl to that. 

She’d asked him if he was okay and when he lied and muttered ‘yeah’ she’d pretended to believe him instead of rephrasing it and needling him for more. They’d fallen quiet but instead of looking out at the vast lawns of the Potter’s mansion, admiring the neatly manicured hedges and ornate fountains that made up the décor he’d watched her. He’d known she was pretty, like all the Potters she had that air of wealth and attractiveness that would make you hate them if they weren’t so nice, but staring at her in that nook in the garden he’d seen how beautiful she was. How her creamy skin had turned a soft golden colour due the unusually hot summer they were having. How her dark locks had red undertones that made her hazel eyes seem warmer. How her lips plumped when she was thinking, providing extra security as they kept in whatever thought was on her mind before she was ready to say it.

By then her lips were all he could think of and before he could stop himself he leaned in and kissed her finding to his surprise she didn’t stop him, in fact she’d kissed him back. She’d kissed him back every time he’d needed a distraction until eventually she’d ended up in his bed, like she was now. Only now it wasn’t a distraction. Now he could think of nothing but her. Nothing but the next moment alone or how long they could manage without being pulled apart. And it wasn’t even the physical anymore. It was how she made him feel, how his day got better just being around her, how his heart hurt a little less these days, thudding in his chest at the sight of her.

It was hammering now as he watched her laid in her bed, sleeping peacefully. He didn’t know how long he’d been staring at her but as the ash from his cigarette finally broke away dusting the dark wood of the windowsill in grey speckles he realised it had been a while. He brushed it off, flicking the end of the cigarette through the open window before he closed it apparently too loudly as Jasmine disturbed, her eyes fluttering open.

‘Sorry,’ Sirius mumbled as he turned around and noticed he’d woken her.

‘It’s alright,’ she said, pushing herself up until she was sitting. Sirius moved towards his side of the bed but she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down until he was sitting in front of her. He was sure he smelt of cigarettes but she didn’t care, leaning in to kiss him gently, causing his heart to thump harder.

‘Couldn’t sleep?’ she asked, taking his hands in hers as she fiddled with his fingers, missing the rings that were usually there for her to play with.

‘Yeah,’ he said. She often did this, whenever there was something on his mind she’d hang back allowing him to disclose it or ignore whatever it was until he was ready. Where James would push or try and get his mind off of it she’d let him navigate it himself with her by his side if he needed her. Only this she couldn’t help with. What had gotten him up in the middle of the night he couldn’t talk out with her or ask her opinion. Because it was her he was thinking of and not in a good way. It was less than two days until they went back to school for their final year. Two days until they were forced into the petri dish and under the microscope that was Hogwarts. Two days until every inch of this, whatever this was, was scrutinised. Until James found out and hated him. Until his friends' sympathies evaporated because out of all the girls in Hogwarts he couldn’t just leave her alone. It was a disaster waiting to happen and he cared about her too much to do that.

‘I’ve been thinking,’ he said, after a moment of staring at her slender fingers tracing lines along his knuckles.

‘About what?’ she said, still watching his hands until he said, ‘this…us.’’

‘What about it?’ she said, trying to keep her voice as even as possible though as she looked up and found stormy grey eyes watching her she knew whatever it was wasn’t good.

‘Well, I was just thinking…about going back to school,’ Sirius said, clearing his throat awkwardly, ‘and how it might be better if we knock this thing on the head.’

‘Oh,’ she said, her stomach dropping at the use of the word ‘thing’. Sirius didn’t allow time for her to recover from the blow and continued.

‘I mean it might get complicated once we’re back at school what with James and-’

‘James hasn’t noticed us two feet under his nose,’ Jasmine reasoned, trying to keep her voice steady. She knew there was no point in getting upset, that fussing and emotions only made him uncomfortable. It was why she never pressed him to speak about his family. In a way she supposed that she had no reason to be surprised given that this wouldn’t be the first time he’d run away from a feeling, she just hadn't seen herself as something bad enough he needed to run away. She hadn't felt as though this, whatever this was, was something you could just ‘knock on the head’.

‘Yeah but he might do, or someone else. And we said that was the last thing we wanted, remember? For everything to be awkward,’ Sirius reasoned.

‘Yeah at the start. I’m sure he’d get over it,’ she said. Of course they had agreed that but only at the beginning before everything felt real. The only problem was that this felt real too, the way her heart squoze in her chest making it hard to breathe. The way he refused to look her way, his gaze on her stalled fingers, no longer trailing against his soft pale skin, felt too real. Real enough to drop her voice to an uncertain, ‘unless you don’t want to.’

‘I just don’t think it’s a good idea Jas,’ Sirius mumbled, ‘I mean it’s not like I’m the relationship type is it. James knows that, you do too.’

‘Right,’ she said, though it felt a little like a child trying to convince their parents they hadn't eaten all the cake with crumbs around their mouth. How could he possibly feel he couldn’t be the ‘relationship type’ when everything they'd shared over the last two months had felt like the best, realest relationship she’d ever had. How could he not see the way he held her, the way he made her smile, the care he paid her and not think about a relationship.

‘It was fun though,’ Sirius said, his words awkward in his mouth though they rolled off his tongue in the most blasé manner.

‘Yeah, it was fun,’ Jasmine said, watching him closely until he finally looked up and met her gaze.

He could see the hurt in her face. The tears behind her eyes that she was no doubt not letting herself cry in an effort to stay strong on his behalf. Like she always was. She was everything he needed and yet he couldn’t make himself what she wanted. He was a coward, through and through, and so if he couldn't tell her the truth he’d have to give her a sliver of it at least.

‘You’re a good friend Jas. I don’t want to lose that,’ he said sadly. Jasmine didn't say anything for a moment, those plump lips no doubt sealing in whatever it was she wanted to say in order to protect him. He knew she should probably let him have it, whatever abuse she could hurl was justified. And yet she didn't, which only proved his point. She deserved someone who could love her the way she loved. Not the broken, messed up kid he was. And so he was surprised at just how truthful her words sounded considering they were about someone like him.

‘I don’t want to lose you either.’ 

Sirius Tags

@caitlin1996 @imthebadguyyy

[vincess-princess]

as we were falling

formerly untitled

ch. 3

a/n: do you like the title? idk if this idea is going anywhere but i felt bad leaving it nameless

warnings: take a wild guess (violence, piss mention)

word count: 1777

“It’s full,” Tommy said, plopping down onto Nikki’s mattress. “Heaping, even.”

“Damn it.” Nikki squeezed his knees tighter, agony on his face. “When are they gonna empty it? I’m dying here, man.”

“They usually do it after breakfast.”

“Breakfast was hours ago. Any chance they’re gonna do it today?”

“Eh…”

“So no.”

“Yeah,” Tommy sighed. One bucket for twenty captives definitely wasn’t enough, even when emptied regularly, and when it wasn’t… things got stinky. Nikki, still chained to the wall (Tommy couldn’t look at the red stripe of irritated skin underneath the ring of the handcuff without shuddering), couldn’t even make trips there, so the bucket instead made trips to him – with Tommy’s help.

Now, though, he couldn’t risk lifting it without splashing the contents all across the floor. The room already smelled worse than an underground bar toilet, and Tommy thought nothing could beat that. The first assumption his new life proved wrong, he thought grimly.

“We’re already drowning in shit, and now they decide to make it literal,” Nikki grumbled. “God, I’d love to splash it on their faces. Shower them in shit. Unite them with their kind, so to say.”

For a second Tommy indulged himself on imagining the guards’ faces if it happened. Or, rather, their shrieking and yelling – they couldn’t see their faces behind the helmets, after all. It was no great loss – helped somewhat, even. It made it easier to believe that those were some aliens, evil minions, androids, whatever – not real, regular people like them and Nikki for whom what they were doing was a job just as much as cleaning tables in a café was for Tommy. They did it for a living, probably had families they came home to. Did they ever tell them stories from work? “So this one captive today threw up on the boots of my buddy Jackson and we electrocuted her for fifteen seconds for that”?

“Hey?” he heard Nikki’s voice. Then he snapped his fingers in front of Tommy’s face. “Ground control to major Tom. Can you hear me?”

Tommy slapped his hand away. “Don’t interrupt me. I am speaking that into existence.”

Nikki huffed. “Oh, I’m sorry, master wizard. Of course, keep on weaving your spells. I’ll be here, peeing my pants quietly.”

“Well, what else can I do?” Tommy threw his hands up. “I’m already running back and forth with this bucket for Your Majesty to shit in three times a day. You could show a little gratitude.”

“I’m very grateful,” Nikki said seriously, but the force with which he pressed his hand to his chest gave out a taunt. “It doesn’t help my problem, though.”

“I’m not giving you my cup.”

“I wasn’t even thinking of that, but now that you mentioned it…” Nikki began eyeing Tommy’s cup hungrily. Tommy moved it farther back so that Nikki couldn’t reach it.

“You have no soul.” Nikki crossed his arms on his chest, but didn’t really pull off the offended face, only prompting Tommy to laugh. “You cruel, cruel bastard. What am I to do? Piss on the floor? Or hold it in and explode from too much pee?”

“You know,” Tommy looked at the floor with renewed interest, “it’s already dirty… wouldn’t hurt much.”

Nikki threw his head back and laughed. “We really getting desperate here, aren’t we? By the way,” he suddenly changed the topic, “when’s dinner?”

“Not sure,” Tommy said, confused. “It’s hard to track time here, you know. But… I’d say, in about half an hour.”

“Great. It won’t dry off by then.” Nikki said, whipped out his dick and peed right into the passage between the two rows of mattresses. “They always pass through here,” he grinned, shoved his dick back into his pants and returned to his place. Tommy and a dozen other captives watched the urine lazily flowing along the passage.

Tommy turned to Nikki and was met with a beaming smile.

“You really have no limits, man,” he said.

“The sky is the limit,” Nikki declared pompously. “And also it was the only place I could reach. But, as they say, two birds with one stone! They’ll have to walk along the passage, there’s not enough space between mattresses for the trolley. And my bladder isn’t tearing apart. I say, we’ve got a good deal.”

Thousands of objections began running through Tommy’s head until they became background noise. Yes, it will get their asses kicked, but it’s not like it hadn’t happened before. Besides, he wanted to hear the guards’ screams when they realized what they were walking on. Maybe it will get them to empty the bucket in time, too.

“Yeah,” Tommy grinned back. “Maybe it will teach them a lesson.”

Over the next half an hour three captives tried to demand they wipe the piss down, but to no avail. Nikki smiled at them with his brand smile – all sharp teeth and a crazy gleam in his eyes – and Tommy offered them to do it themselves if they disliked it so much, which none of them rushed to do. The urine persisted until the guards arrived with a trolley full of nutrient paste.

As expected, they didn’t look down. As expected, they heard the splash when it was already too late.

“Who the hell spilled water here?” one of the guards looked around the room. Everybody averted their gazes. “One of us could slip on that! If that happens again we’ll remove the washbowl and ration your water too!”

“Guys,” another said, “is it just me or does it smell like piss in here?”

Tommy and Nikki exchanged looks. It was increasingly hard not to laugh.

“Of course it does. The bucket’s heaping.” And they all laughed, the sound muffled by their helmets but nonetheless disgusting.

They began throwing packages with the paste at the captives, not really bothering to aim, but even when a package hit someone’s head, no one dared to say a word. Seeing people so beaten into humiliation and obedience was revolting, but also Tommy knew what they would get were they to act up, and he understood them. After all, when it’s a choice between dignity and survival, every normal person would choose the latter.

Nikki, by these standards, was straight-up bonkers, because he never once lowered his gaze even when black helmets turned right towards him. His sheer recklessness infected Tommy, because every time the piss splashed under the guards’ boots he couldn’t hold back a smile.

Eventually it attracted attention.

“What’s so funny, you pipsqueak?” One of the guards poked him in the shoulder with a bat.

“Nothing,” Tommy said quickly, staring at the guard’s wet boot traces on the floor.

“Bullshit!” The bat poked him harder. “You find something here funny? Tell us, we want to laugh too.”

Other guards began turning around and looking themselves over suspiciously. Tommy waited with bated breath for them to discover they were standing in piss.

“You see,” he began, “sometimes things are not what they seem. Not all that’s liquid is gold, but sometimes… it is.”

“What the hell does that mean? What liquid?” The guard looked down and Tommy could almost see his face falling. “Is this- is this-“

“That’s fucking piss! I said it smells like piss! I said it!” another one screamed, trying to wipe the soles of his boots on the floor. Tommy could only hope Nikki’s piss was acidic enough to leave those boots smelly for at least a little while after. “He peed in the fucking aisle!”

“You bastard!” the guard growled, grabbing Tommy by the scruff of his robe and single-handedly pulling him onto his feet. “You son of a bitch!” He pushed Tommy in the middle of the room towards the other guards. Tommy could bet their faces were creased with anger, and a chill went down his spine.

“Look at ‘im! He did it on purpose!” The one who smelled the piss jumped forward and raised the bat over his head. Then it collided with Tommy’s shoulder, and he almost dropped onto his knees, his vision for a second going white.

“Hey! Hey! He didn’t do it!” he heard from behind his back. Dammit, Nikki. “I did it! Leave him alone! I did it!”

The second blow never got there. All the guards turned towards Nikki.

“You?” one of them said.

“Me.” Nikki grinned back. “You should’ve sent someone to empty the bucket.”

Tommy watched the guards unchain him, but only to drag him to the middle of the room, push him onto his knees and zap him with two shockers at once, one in the chest and one in the hip. About twelve seconds into this Nikki must have blacked out, because he stopped screaming. The guards dragged him back to his mattress and dropped his lifeless body there, the knees of his robe soaked with urine.

“You knew he pissed there,” a guard said then to Tommy. “You knew and didn’t tell us.”

He got zapped too – later he figured out that he got an easier deal with just one shocker, though at the moment it was hard to tell with electricity seemingly disintegrating his body tissues. He was dropped on the floor right where he stood.

“You all knew,” he heard a guard say to the captives through ringing in his ears. “You all knew and said nothing, you spineless sacks of shit. You ain’t getting any dinner today. Give that back!”

It took Tommy some time to come around, and when he crawled back to his mattress, Nikki had only just awakened, his eyes still foggy and unfocused, a thread of saliva hanging from his half-open mouth.

“Man, you look like shit,” Tommy croaked.

Nikki only made an unintelligible groan in response, but Tommy knew he said something along the lines of “you ain’t no better”. Which, fair.

He laid down on his mattress, trying to combat the nausea that always came with electric shock. When one wanted to puke his guts out so badly, getting deprived of dinner didn’t seem half as bad. The captives probably didn’t agree, but none of them dared to express their discontent verbally – for now, at least.

Soon Nikki tried to raise his head and sit up. The guards forgot to chain him back, so he could finally use both his arms. Well, at least something good came out of this whole mess.

“Man,” he heard Nikki’s hoarse voice, “that was hella fun.”

And, despite his body hurting all over and his pants soaked in piss, Tommy could hardly disagree with him. At least now the guards knew they could get back at them – in their own way.

[nordleuchten]

Am I able to tell you, dear heart, that I am leaving for France on a particular day? I can at least assure you that I shall leave here as soon as possible. I shall be here only as long as I believe I am being kept here by the requirements of my honor. I wish so much to see you again that I believe, God forgive me, that if I could I would be in Paris tomorrow, and then return to America if I thought myself obliged to do so. But no, I shall go soon, I hope-if soon is a word by which my impatience may be eased when I count the time in months-and it will be for good.

The Marquis de La Fayette to his wife Adrienne, October 1, 1777

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 1, December 7, 1776–March 30, 1778, Cornell University Press, 1977, p. 118.

[irlnikeiyomiuri]

NaNo 2023 Daily word counts <3 (because i like having this info on hand but can't log in to my acc on my phone)

Nov1 - 2365 total, 2365 daily Nov2 - 5343 total, 2978 daily Nov3 - 7077 total, 1734 daily Nov4 - 8769 total, 1692 daily Nov5 - 10710 total, 1941 daily Nov6 - 12588 total, 1878 daily Nov7 - 15185 total, 2597 daily Nov8 - 17394 total, 2209 daily Nov9 - 19354 total, 1960 daily Nov10 - 21817 total, 2463 daily Nov11 - 24397 total, 2580 daily Nov 12 - 27723 total, 3326 daily Nov 13 - 31785 total, 4062 daily Nov 14 - 33535 total, 1750 daily Nov 15 - 35250 total, 1715 daily Nov 16 - 37267 total, 2017 daily Nov 17 - 39704 total, 2437 daily Nov 18 - 41971 total, 2267 daily Nov 19 - 44127 total, 2156 daily Nov 20 - 46110 total, 1983 daily Nov 21 - 48579 total, 2469 daily Nov 22 - 50791 total, 2212 daily Nov 23 - 52568 total, 1777 daily Nov 24 - 54332 total, 1764 daily Nov 25 - 56063 total, 1731 daily Nov 26 - 58151 total, 2088 daily Nov 27 - 6027 total, 2120 daily Nov 28 - 62051 total, 1780 daily Nov 29 - 64409 total, 2358 daily Nov 30 - 70084 total, 5675 daily

[thelreads]

Day 13- Wait did I fucking posted different updates named Day 11 twice?

Oh my god I did.

God fucking dammit.

sigh.

whateves. I'm don't care. See me don't caring? This is a person not caring about it all.

You know what I care about? Whatever the fuck this last chapter of my wip turned into.

Jesus things are complicated right now.

A lot of shit to handle in a short amount of time, this girl could barely process a brick being thrown at her before another one came hurling towards her.

And I intend to hurt her even more.

Oh do I have big plans for this character... That I have... But I probably should be preparing the groundwork already, I feel like I haven't introduced some pieces of information which are gonna be necessary for... my plans... (:

Also Lucifer is going along, having a grand 'ol time doing fuck all.

Anyway, the daily word count was 1777 words, jackpot. And the total word vomit- I mean, count is at 25984 words.

Ohhhhh- We're halfway there...

OOOHH OH! The nightmare has only begun!

[selfproclaimed-historian]

John Laurens’s great service

How he influenced french policy toward the united colnies.

Without the least intention of detracting from Dr. Benjamin Franklin's undying merit of having perfected the alliance between the American Colonies and France, which league chiefly contributed to the happy consummation of the American War of Independence, still it cannot be denied that the energetic assistance which France had at first accorded to the Colonies had In 1780 grown somewhat lukewarm, on which account Gen. Washington asked Congress to dispatch an envoy extraordinary to France with a view to animate that power to redoubled exertions in furnishing fleets, troops, money, and war material, wherewith to come to the substantial and effective aid of her struggling allies. Congress readily acceded to Washington's request, who selected as envoy Lieut. Col. John Laurens, a young man twenty-seven years of age, but well skilled in diplomatic affairs, perfect master of the French tongue, acquired in France, and, withal, a true American patriot. He undertook the mission in 1781, having as his secretary Major Jackson of Philadelphia.

American historians have mentioned the fact of the mission of John Laurens, a native of South Carolina and son of the illustrious Henry Laurens, who served in country first in 1775 as President of the Committee of Safety, next in 1777, as President of Congress, and last, in 1782, as Commissioner for the treaty of Paris, after a fifteen months’ imprisonment in the Tower of London, answering the British attempts to seduce him from his allegiance to his country with the reply: ”I will never subscribe to my infamy or to the dishonor of my children,” and meeting their threats of confiscating his American possessions with the response: “None of these things can move me.”

But the American historians fall in every instance to give a detailed account of the means by which John Laurens succeeded in accomplishing his mission most thoroughly and effectively, and which are truthfully stated in Major Jackson’s report. The latter relates in plain but convincing terms how John Laurens, upon his arrival on French soil, first had an interview alone with Count de Vergeunes, the Minister of War, from whose whole manner he instantly concluded the intention of the French Cabinet of withholding effective aid from the Colonies, so as to render them more subservient to French interests by a protraction of the war, which would exhaust their means and resources. When a second interview held in the presence of Dr. Franklin, to whom the French Minister, in answer to the urgent requests of John Laurens, referred by the words: “Mais, voilà, Monsieur Franklin; il est très content de nous,” convinced the American Envoy Extraordinary of the fruitlessness of his negotiations with the French diplomat, he resolved, as his last expedient, upon a step of unprecedented boldness, and having penned an eloquent memorial, setting forth the advantages for France of an immediate vigorous assistance of her allies, the American Colonies, he appeared one day at King Louis XIV’s levee, to whom, contrary to all court etiquette, he handed in person his manuscript of the Ministers who were in attendance.

The result was that the very next day John Laurens received from the Minister President Necker an invitation to call on him at a stated time, and was informed then that the King readily acceded to all the demand of the American Congress, and that the Minister of the Marine was commissioned with the instant execution of all stipulations, which would be mutually agreed upon the next day.

These were the instant sailing to America of a strong French fleet under the command of Admiral La Grasse and the immediate dispatch of an order to Count de Rochambeau, then with a French army in Rhode Island, to unite with Gen. Washington, as well ad the liberal supply on the part of France of money and war material to the American Colonies, and they resulted the surrender of Cornwallis at Yorktown.

“Thus,” concludes Major Jackson, the secretary of John Laurens, in his memorable report, “was this important negotiation, which was certainly the hinge on which the success of Revolution then turned, brought to a happy close by the wisdom and decision of a young man who had not then attained his twenty-eighth year, but whose matured mind and heroic spirit admitted no other rule of official conduct than the honor and interest of his beloved country.”

John Laurens fell in an unimportant skirmish with a British marauding party at the Combahee, Aug. 26, 1782, and his body was deposited in the earth near the place where he died, on the plantation of Mrs. Stock, within a simple inclosure, which, as Johnson says in his biography of Gen. Greene, “seems to excite, not answer the inquiry; ‘What undistinguished stranger lies buried here?’.”

DR. F. Muench.

Charleston, S. C., Sept. 15, 1897