#you should already have helped that pigs woman

[bluastro-yellow]

there's only one end-of-the-day debrief :'( ?!?

[princesssmars]

thinking of karlach who once her engine cools off goes fucking ballistic. nsfw, fem! reader, me being horny for karlach because who isn't. baldur's gate 3 spoilers! i've only finished act one so i start improvising shit.

now, for a woman who has not been able to have even a hint of physical contact for ten years, you have to give her her flowers with how well she seems to deal with being incredibly emotionally and sexually frustrated.

but once she joins your party that hold she had over her body and brain starts to crack. fast.

hell, it started happening before the two of you became romantically involved. while she was drawn to you from the moment you said "yes" to helping a stranger kill a building full of people, she also had eyes and constantly wondered how everyone in the party was so attractive. astarion was never not flirting with someone, wyll was incredibly kind to her, and she could tell when shadowheart was admiring her physique...

but after a few weeks of traveling, fighting, and making friends for the first time in years, eventually during those quiet nights at camp she finds you invading her mind her mind when she rests in her tent to fall asleep, kind of like the parasite, but in a good way.

she thinks of a joke you you made when the two of you were eating by the fire that made her snort like a pig, the way you explored a dungeon and when you found a magical war axe immediately turned to her and gave it to her with a smile, how you so quickly stood up for her when wyll was adamant on killing her because of her past.

your kindness, your intelligence (she's amused when you act like a dumbass and fail when trying to persuade someone), just everything about you, it was only a matter of time before she asked you to join her when everyone fell asleep one night, talking about how you thankfully return her feelings. it takes a turn when you bring up how her condition leaves her pent up, and as you're whispering the sinful things you cant wait to do to her and she do to you.

it hits her full force that oh, she does actually want to fuck your brains out.

after that night everything you do starts to turn her on. like, horrendously. eating a snack on the road? all she can focus on is the way your lips move around the fruit. dancing to a song volo is playing? she's becoming entranced by the way your hips and arms move to the music.

once when the sun was set and the moon was high she headed down to the lake, figuring the rest of the party had already cleaned themselves when she started to undress on the sand, standing still as a statue when she spots you in the middle of the lake, rinsing out your hair when you turn around to look at her.

she can see the water falling from your hair to your shoulders, dripping down over the peak of your nipples, some falling down your chest to between yours legs-

when she comes back later after running off, the ground where she stood was scorched.

but until her engine got fixed, her nights were spent inside her tent rubbing at her clit and fingering her cunt while pretending it was you. the only thing that makes it better is when she can tell you about all the naughty things she thinks about you and seeing you squirm.

once dammon gets another piece of infernal iron and gives her the final upgrade she needs to have physical contact, she at least has the courtesy to take you to a rented room in an inn before she ravages you.

shes tossing you on to the bed and wondering if she should slow down, take it slow with you for your first time together to make it all the more special, but you're staring at her while she's contemplating and youre taking off your top and then youre pants and then youre pulling her by the arm on top of you and she realizes she can save the softness for later.

there's so much kissing, pulling, biting and moaning that after both of your first two orgasms she starts to feel dizzy. she swears shes never felt a greater pleasure than when you were cumming on her fingers, or when you brought her hips up to your face and made her ride your tongue.

she reaches down to your bag that was throw haphazardly on to the floor earlier and finds the toy you bought, the tiefling smiling so brightly her fangs are on full display as she aligns the double sided dildo with your entrance, nearly going cross eyed at the way it slips inside of you before she sticks the other end into her.

she throws your legs over her shoulders, hold your hands in hers, and starts thrusting so quickly its almost like she's afraid she'll die if she stops.

and she is. she has never felt as good as she does in this moment, fucking the toy into you before feeling it do the same to her every time she pulls her hips back.

shes thinking about how much she loves you when she feels your right hand claw at her back.

shes wondering how someone can be so damn beautiful when you arch your back and nearly scream out her name.

she can barely contain herself when she thinks about how she gets to fuck you like this for the rest of her life when her hand leaves yours and grabs onto the wooden bedpost.

your moans of ecstasy reach a pitch and her eyes are taking in every detail as you come undone, to the heaving of your chest and the fluttering of your lashes. its your gentle whisper of her name and a gentle kiss to her lips that tips her over the edge, grinding her hips faster to the point it starts to hurt and she feels her hands tightening and tightening-

her high feels like it lasts forever before she comes back down to earth, breathing heavy with a dopey smile on her face when she looks at you. she's confused by the look on your face, similarly blissed out but your cheeks are bunched up in that way that means youre trying to hold in a laugh...

its only then she starts to feel it : a large chunk of the headboard is in her hand, snapped almost clean off from the rest of in im the height of her euphoria. she cant help but laugh which makes you finally laugh which just makes you laugh harder.

she drops the wood and shakes her hand of any splinters when your hands are wrapping around her neck and pulling her back into you.

she doesn't feel that bad about it.

i've resorted to getting ideas from both dreams and those thoughts you turn into stories while trying to go to sleep im like a genius. i put this in the queue posted it and it only showed up on my blog whats with that.

[tiredfox64]

May i make a request? So pretty much fem reader is a a kill for hire, (with morals) no innocents etc) and liu kang sand either bi han kuai and smoke, or kung lao and raiden, to recruit her, they watch,as she asks all bubbly and sweet to lure in her tagret only to kill them easily, posion or something?. They ofc fall in love XD

She Would Hurt A Fly

Prior notes: You not one of my opps trying to convict me of something, right? FBI already trying to get me after my constant research on Datura. Don’t put me in jail for making a murder scene 👁️👁️.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Violence but you will learn something about pigs.

“You want us to fetch…her?” Bi-Han asked with uncertainty.

All the brothers looked down at a picture of you that was given to them by Liu Kang. No offense but you seem like some ordinary person. But according to Liu Kang you are a tricky woman who is a fierce killer. That can’t be right.

“She looks so sweet though.” Tomas said.

“Do not judge, lest ye be judged.” Liu Kang replied.

“You said she was an assassin that can be hired? If you have the Lin Kuei at your side, why would you need someone else like her that you have to pay for?” Kuai Liang had a point.

“Though true that I have your clan by my side, she can do something none of you were trained to do. I don’t question the Lin Kuei’s abilities but I need someone with her unique expertise.”

Liu Kang’s words only fueled their curiosity even more. Bi-Han was somewhat upset with the god for thinking that he needs someone else other than his clan. But if his words are true he wants to see it for himself. So they’ll accept this quest to get you. They won’t act immediately however. They need to see if you are truly needed. What can you do that is so different?

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Target acquired. Your target: a lowlife scum who is somehow let free after committing his heinous crime. People talk, and they all think he somehow paid the judge for his freedom. Some even think he had the justice system by the balls way earlier than when he committed the crime. And you were hired to kill him in any way you see fit. You would have done this job for free but your clients insisted that you deserve the pay. Work your magic girl! You have an audience with you now that you don’t even know about.

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas hide in the bushes and behind trees to keep an eye on you. It looked they were just stalking a poor woman who was having some car problems in front of her farm home. You could have fooled anyone.

“Should we help her?” Tomas asked.

“Do we look like mechanics, Tomas? Do us a favor and keep your mouth shut.” Bi-Han berated him.

“Settle down, brother. You are only irritated because she has not done anything yet. How about we approach her now and-“ Kuai Liang was cut off when he heard you yell out to someone. All their heads turned to see what you were going on about. Time for action.

You were waving over your target and started asking for help. You acted like a clueless damsel in distress. A poor woman who can’t get her truck to start working.

“Please sir, I need your help. My car is acting all strange. Please sir, I’d really appreciate it.” You gave him your sweetest voice while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Who could say no to a face like yours. He accepted which made you jump for joy and clap your hands. That wasn’t fake you were just happy that he accepted in the first place, already making the job go smoothly. Your target had no idea what he was walking into. Hell, he even thought the same thing that you were making this too easy for him. It would be him who will fall victim to you.

You kept your act going. You asked dumb questions about the car and acted all sweet when he corrected you about something. Yet you were only pissing Bi-Han off even more. He wanted to yell at you to do something else. Kill him already. The brothers were all missing the point that this was how you do your. The fact is you lure your targets in. Give them a false sense of security before striking them down. They only know how to sneak up and strike when the opportunity opens up. You just have more patience than them. They don’t have to wait any longer because now you are striking.

You offered to get the man a drink for being so kind to you. He accepted of course. You were quick with getting him a cup and you passed it to him. He looked at you strangely as he looked down into the cup with blue liquid inside of it. He asked you what was inside. You reassured him it was just Calypso lemonade, nothing bad. Well, he trusted you. You built his trust up before, why would a sweet and bubbly lady like you mess with a man’s drink?

He gulped it down quickly and immediately he started reacting. The brothers turned their full attention onto him. Alright, so maybe you weren’t so truthful. Maybe you put in some drain cleaner that was a similar color to the lemonade. Maybe, just maybe. They watched him stubble away from you while holding his throat.

“What’s happening? Did she do something?” Tomas asked, convinced he blinked and missed what you did.

“I don’t know. He just started coughing.” Kuai Liang might not know but Bi-Han suspected there was something else they weren’t thinking of.

Of course you won’t stab a man in broad daylight. You’re a professional. And then it clicked.

“Poison”

“What was that?” Both brothers asked Bi-Han.

“She has clearly poisoned him. The fool was too stupid to realize she was luring him in.” Bi-Han wants to act like he wasn’t doubting you just a few moments ago.

“I’m a no-rust-build-up woman, myself.” You declared to the guy as you watched him crawl away from you, still keeping up that sweet voice.

And just like that he was gone. No blood left over or screams to already anyone else. A quick yet painful death for him and a job well done. Now to dispose of the body.

You left quite an impression on the boys. Kuai Liang finds your tactic to be effective. You fooled them all and he find that incredible. Tomas thinks you would be amazing as a huntress. You have the patience and the sneakiness to be one. He wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two from you. And Bi-Han…what the fuck is he doing.

“Brother, are you…smiling?” Kuai Liang looks confused and Tomas seems horrified.

Bi-Han doesn’t say a word, only hums in response. He’s smiling as he watches you drag the body over the pig pen. This isn’t like a smile one does when they are day dreaming about their crush. No, this is a smile that says he likes you but not in the right ways. A closed-mouth smile that shows no warmth but a devilish desire.

You are a deceitful woman who has tricked all. You trap your victims by giving them a false sense of security. You leave no evidence and do it silently so no one would know. You are leaving that man’s family clueless of his demise. You are wicked and he likes that a lot.

Again he’s not alone in that. Tomas would like to get close to you just to learn your tricks as well. Maybe see if that persona is actually you or just some trick. Either way he wants to get to know you. Kuai Liang is awed by intellect and you have sure shown that by your well constructed plan. He can see why you are even worthy of hiring. You do it so effortlessly it makes your beauty pop out more. We got some bachelors over here.

“Should we go up to her now and tell her Lord Liu Kang’s proposal?” Tomas stepped in front of Bi-Han when asking that question. The only response he got was Bi-Han’s hand in his face, pushing him away so Bi-Han could keep looking at you.

They’ll wait this out a bit. At least it will give you enough time to dump the body into the pig pen and feed your poor, hungry pigs. They can stomach it.

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You were brought before Lord Liu Kang who told you he would like to have you around. It was a big shock to you. A god wants to hire you? Slap that on your resume immediately.

You accepted the offer quickly. You thanking him for seeing that you are a good person at heart and only try to kill those who deserve such a fate. An antihero if you will. And hey, you have the chance to meet some new people now. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas seem to be really interested in getting to know you.

Liu Kang was very suspicious of their intentions though. Mostly Bi-Han since he still had that devilish smirk on his face as he stared at you. He hasn’t even talked he just keeps giving off that low hum. Something is off. Maybe he won’t have you train with the Lin Kuei.

“Perhaps I shall send you to the Wu Shi Academy. They might be a better fit for you.” Liu Kang said in perfect earshot of the brothers.

A collective ‘no’ rang out from them which told you and him everything. They like you, they like your skills. They just won’t have any drink you give them. Especially not a Calypso.

After notes: Heathers is free on YouTube. It’s really important you know that. Might give a hint on how I thought of this. Might also be craving a Calypso badly. That Southern Peach gets me.

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Mmmm, my transition is going better than I ever could've dreamed. My doctor just upped my dose of estrogen a couple months ago and put me on progesterone. Look at these tits I'm growing! They're so suckable, so perfect for grabbing and slapping around. They're totally perfect! My hips are getting wide and I'm finally getting a girl-butt, it already jiggles as I walk. So do my thighs. I've put on like thirty pounds in two months but my doctor says it's totally normal and not to worry at all. He said I should expect to put on more weight, that it's just my body naturally finding its perfect size as a woman, every trans girl goes through it! I can also expect my boobs to grow. And apparently my libido!

Before starting on these drugs I had like zero libido. My cock rarely got hard. I'm tucking it and pushing it against my bed right now but my cock is actually really hard, which feels kinda nice even if it's pretty embarrassing. I've started humping my pillows and other things around the house, I'm just so horny, I can't help it. My cock grew out of nowhere from about two inches to six! My doctor said that's normal, too, and not to worry, if my cock gets too big we can always remove it. But I confided that I sorta liked the idea of having a big dick, and he said most trans girls secretly do.... Guess I'm not alone! The only thing that even remotely helps soothe my constant horniness is eating. So, I miiiight have started stuffing my face when I'm super horny. Hey, my doctor said I can expect to gain weight. What's the harm? I can't go around constantly shooting ropes in my panties all day. Well, I could but I don't want people to judge me negatively as some kind of nympho. Even if it's totally true! ❤️"

"Urpppp..... ugh.... Fuck, look at how big my gut's getting guys. You can't even see my huge cock under all this blubber. It feels so good when I drop it and it smacks into my fupa and thighs. Fuck! Why does being this fat turn me on so much? This is so disgusting. I only shower once a month..... I should've told my doctor to take me off progesterone back when I was still thin and sexy and not such a goddamn pile of lard. Who gains this much weight in two years? I'm 630lbs! I guess that means I'm piling on about 260lbs a year..... Over 20lbs a month! And my doctor couldn't be happier. I think it turns him on to see me get this big. Every time he checks my blood pressure and sees how bad it is, or tells me how my diabetes is advancing, you can tell his cock is getting rock hard. He loves seeing girls get fat! I can't believe I didn't realize he was turned on by it sooner.

My family is already prepping our house for me to become immobile like it's totally inevitable. I can't stand it, but I'm also morbidly turned on but just how much fat I've piled on so quickly. Just a couple years ago I was a perfect, curvy trans girl, big perky boobs, my cock was like ten inches and crazy thick from me playing with it all day, especially as I ate. Guys loved my body and it felt so cathartic to be so desired. I loved being fucked in public, or even just having men come up to me to reach up my skirt and jerk me off on the bus or on the train. My thick thighs would jiggle, my tits would bounce as I'd roll back my head and eyes, moaning as these strangers would come up just to grab my fat cock and jerk it off for all to see. Now my pretty boobs are just fat folds, barely distinguishable from the rest. My cock is about twenty inches but it's so buried by rolls and folds of lard you wouldn't even know I'm trans. Guess I finally pass.....

I can't even jerk off anymore. At best I can push my thighs together and press my belly down to crush my cock to masturbate, but that's about it..... I'm just a filthy, sweaty, pile of lard. A total pig. My parents are just as much enablers as my doctor. They bring me food all day, even rub my belly and compliment how fat I'm getting. Once I got over 300lbs and stopped going out as much because walking wore me out so fast, my mom started jerking me off as I ate, because she saw I was getting too fat and weak to masturbate on my own. My mom still relieves my cock but it's much more humiliating now. She'll comment on how I never shower, how much I stink, laughing at my uncontrollable gas and constant stomach gurgles and loud noises. She calls me a hopeless cow and says this is what I get for wanting to be a girl. That finally I have a real woman's body and she hopes I'm happy with myself.....

She'll push through my fat folds as I lie back and grab my oversized cock. She'll smack my balls, each the size of coconuts, really hard to 'get me going', then she'll jerk my cock and usually shove two or three fingers in my urethra to fuck it. She'll do this until I climax, all the while calling me a fat, hopeless pig who's gonna weigh over 1000lbs. My dad runs my old social media pages and films these jerk off sessions to upload to all my old pages, so everyone can see what a disgusting fat pig I've become. My dad will gloat, walking in as I sit in a huge pile of my own mess, sweating, belching, my heart pounding through my chest as my body forces more of the junk I pile into my mouth out all around me. I'm just way too fat and lazy to get up and use the toilet.

They let me suffer and sit in my messes for a day or two before they hire a crew to come in and clean me off, treating my body like an oversized object instead of a person. Pushing and pulling me every which way, hosing me down, scrubbing with long brushes between my folds. I still try to shower on my own every month or so but I know I won't be able to much longer. I'm just getting way too fat..... It's all my doctor's fault! And there's no way he'll ever help me lose a pound. The faster I'm headed for a heart attack, the more it turns him on. I wonder just how many trans girls he's done this to? Judging by his Instagram page and the girls commenting on his posts, I'd say hundreds..... Most of them are thanking him for getting them so fat, so maybe I'm just ungrateful? Next time I see him I should tell him to fuck some of my rolls if he wants. He got me this fat, he might as well enjoy his work....."

[vampirebloodie]

Nightmares | Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: You are a surviving player in an interrogation and Mark helps you with the pressure of the police and with your motherhood

Nightmares about that night still haunted your thoughts when it was time to go to bed. He was right, you made a mistake and paid for it. A mistake that in your eyes was perhaps not so serious, but in John Kramer's mind it was. You were a professional thief, but you acted that way out of pure survival. Your mistake was robbing a woman, who was later revealed to be Jill Tuck, John's ex-wife, you stole a small amount of money, but the scare you gave her made her feel sick and end up in the hospital, you didn't realized that she was pregnant.

But you were reborn, as he said, you learned from your mistake and survived, with several injuries, but you survived. The police wanted you to make a statement saying more about that night, but what could you say? Accuse a dead man? Have you been marked as a future player before your game? You should reveal your crimes and possibly go to prison? Had Jigsaw tried to touch your son?

“Whenever you want, miss Y/N.”

The detective looked at you with a certain judgmental look, you couldn't take the small, cramped room any longer. Ubneeded some air to breathe before you panicked right then and there.

“I don’t know if i feel comfortable telling everything that happened.”

“You know that a statement could help the police a lot, right? We want to know who the apprentices are, you have good information.”

The detective tried, unsuccessfully, to pressure you into saying everything, but you were afraid of what might happen if you told everything, afraid that whoever set it up would come after you because you said it.

“I did some things wrong, maybe that’s why Jigsaw came after me.”

“It’s his modus operandi, Jigsaw never messes with an innocent person.”

You were a little uncomfortable with her judgment, but you just tried to ignore it as much as possible.

“Whoever attacked you was wearing this?”

The woman suddenly threw a pig mask under the table, you felt your throat close and your breathing become more labored and your heart beat faster every second. With tears in your eyes, you left the interrogation room, running through the hallways as you heard the woman's voice calling you.

You felt your back hurt from the impact when you hit the ground, you had just bumped into someone, a little dizzy you felt someone pull you up and lift you up.

"Are you ok?"

He was a tall man, probably also from the police since he was wearing a badge. No matter how much he asked, it wasn't like he cared, he kept a cold look on his face. As if he already knew you.

“Detective Hoffman. This is Y/N, she was giving a statement. Y/N, can we...”

The detective interrupted the woman before she could continue.

“Agent Perez. That's enough. I’ll take it from here.”

The woman gave you one last look before leaving. You couldn't hold back the tears and broke down, the detective suddenly hugged you, comforting you, you let go of the tears that had been trapped for days while he lightly stroked your hair.

“I-I’m sorry...”

Without giving you time to respond, he left, pulling you by the arm through the corridors of the police station. A little rough, perhaps. Maybe he is a bipolar.

“If I were you i wouldn't say much, they say he comes after those who talk too much. By the way, i think there’s someone in my office who will want to see you.”

It sounded like a threat to you, but maybe the trauma was just making you too scared of anything. You went to Hoffman's office, who turned to get coffee from his desk.

“Do you want to drink something, coffee, tea? I think it will help you relax a little.”

You got the tea, since that happened and you didn't sleep well at night, the fear of something happening again was greater, that pig mask.... Amanda Young.... Oh yes, Amanda was with you on the day of Jill's accident, you owed her a certain amount of money, the threats she made to you were making you upset and scared, you had a sick son, you couldn't let him be hurt because of your mistake, so you decided to obey her and steal Jill.

After these events Amanda had disappeared, until you discovered that she had also escaped from one of the traps.

“Where is he?”

“Look at him there.”

Your son came out of the bathroom with a toy dinosaur in hand. You immediately ran towards him and picked him up, hugging him tightly and kissing his face over and over again.

“My baby, I'm glad you're okay, I was so worried.”

You tried not to cry. Maybe you weren't as good a mother as you promised his father before he passed away.

“Mommy, uncle Mark took care of me! He’s the one who gave me this dinosaur, look!”

He smiled showing the green dinosaur to you, you looked at Hoffman who had a slight smile on his face.

“Oh yes, he is so pretty. Thanks for taking care of him, Detective Hoffman, thank you very much. How do you say it, son?”

You released the boy who quickly ran and hugged Hoffman's legs who hugged him a little awkwardly, he didn't seem to have much use with children.

“Thanks uncle Mark!”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome. It was nothing, Y/N, i couldn’t leave him helpless alone.”

"Thanks again. Well, it's late, i think we're going to home. Goodbye, Hoffman.”

You picked up your son again and turned to walk away when he grabbed your hand.

“You know it's dangerous to walk alone now, don't you? Let me take you home. My work is over.”

Clearly a gentleman, he was right, going to the train station at a time like that wasn't very pleasant. You just agreed and then went to the parking lot together.

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The walk home was silent, your son had slept on the way, he looked so tired. When you didn't sleep, he didn't sleep either, especially with the nightmares that made you wake up screaming in the middle of the night.

“We’re here. Thanks, Mark.”

You smiled and got out of the car, going to grab your son from the backseat. Hoffman also came out and opened the back door.

“You must be tired, i'll take you inside. Do you mind?"

Okay, after all, taking an unknown man to your house might not be a good idea. But he was from the police and he was armed, if anything happened he could defend you.

“Hmmm, okay, i don’t mind.”

He took the sleeping boy in his arms and you entered the building, where you went up the stairs until you stopped in front of your door, which you soon opened.

“His room is here.”

Hoffman placed the boy on the bed and covered him with the colorful sheet.

“I owe you one.”

“You can pay now, i just need your number.”

He gave you his cell phone and you laughed, putting in your number and saving it in your contacts.

“Debt paid, miss Y/N, sleep well and lock everything up. Was a pleasure to meet you"

"The pleasure is mine..."

He said goodbye and then left the house, closing the door. You locked everything and lay in bed with your son, still silly. Hoffman was an interesting guy, who knows, maybe the two of you would get along?

[odditycircus-2002]

Medusa! Reader Intro Banter Part 2

The polls are in and at 100 votes, we have for character intros with Reptile being at the top of the list, followed closely by Johnny Cage, and Raiden! Along with a bonus character I decided to add, cause it’s too good to pass up! And no, it’s not from anyone on the poll. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to like, comment, and reboot cause those are good motivators to keep writing!😁😁😁

Part 1

Reptile

Y/N: It’s because you caught my eye at the Tournament, I purposefully made sure our paths crossed.

Reptile: I am forever grateful to have met such a beauty.

Y/N: Oh stop, you’re making me blush, Syzoth. /

Y/N teasingly: Were attempting to court me, Syzoth?

Reptile: Not since you turned your back on all of Outworld.

Y/N: If it helps, I still have all your gifts you left me.

/

Reptile: Come and Join K’otal Khan’s court!

Y/N indignant: And serve the same Empire that took everything from me?

Reptile: I guarantee the Khan will recognize your skills and spare you, should you swear loyalty.

/

Reptile: Everything you ever told me was a lie!

Y/N: I wasn’t lying when I said I loved listening to your stories of Zaterra.

Reptile: Yet you forget that you omitted the fact you and Shang Tsung were mated!

Johnny Cage

Y/N: I have something that could improve your features.

Johnny Cage: Improve? *Unsure laughter* how will it do that?

Y/N with a mellow grin: By making you bleed out from every pore on your face.

/

Johnny Cage: I just know you slept with Reptile, admit it.

Y/N with a deep frown and her snakes hissing: They are but unfounded rumors, Cage.

Johnny Cage: Oh ho, Imma get the scoop out of you yet.

/

Y/N: How are you and Sonya gettling along?

Johnny Cage: For you information, I think she's already heads over heels for me.

Y/N: Wonderful, I have always wanted a lovers set for my garden!

Raiden

Raiden: It seems like only yesterday when the Elder Gods cursed you and your husband.

Y/N: When the Elder Gods took my humanity and beauty away.

Raiden: Two traits that you never had to begin with.

/

Y/N: You know what your problem is, Raiden? You care far too much.

Raiden: Your black heart has no room to care for anyone.

Y/N dismissevely: It would be too much of an inconvenience to care for potential guniea pigs.

/

Raiden: It is a pity you married Shang Tsung.

Y/N: It is the best decision I've ever made in my life.

Raiden: You squander your potential by choosing to stay at his side!

(aaaaaand as a surprise bonus...)

Quan Chi (Your hated enemy😠)

Y/N shaking in rage: You owe me a great debt, Quan Chi

Quan Chi: I do not recall making any contracts with you.

Y/N with snakes out and eyes glowing: You owe me you life for taking Shang Tsung away from me!

/

Quan Chi: Shang Tsung's woman, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Y/N: The pleasure of tearing out you sssspine.

Quan Chi smugly: You can die trying.

/

Y/N: I have come to ssssettle your debt, demon.

Quan Chi: I owe you nothing, wench.

Y/N: You owe me retribution!

/

Quan Chi: You could have served me well.

Y/N: Sssuch arrogance assures your death.

Quan Chi: *Chuckles* Shang Tsung was right about you having an excellent sense of humor.

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Are your requests on? If so could I request something with Andromache? I love her and there’s not enough fanfiction out there with her

-Ara

Capture

Andromache of Scythia x reader

Note: I know that I've been gone for months. However, I've been preparing for the most important examinations of my life, and it's been really stressful for me. I hope you enjoy this and thanks again to Ara for the amazing request.

You were looking out of the only window of your room - more like a cell, but you had come to accept that long ago.

You considered yourself lucky - what they did to Quynh was by far worse from what was happening to you.

At least that's what you had convinced yourself.

Dying again and again, only to be brought back to life to die once again deep down the sea, was horrible.

However, being captured for (you had lost count) something more than 4 centuries was even more horrific.

You missed your best friend, of course you did, but the emptiness that washed over you at your wife's absence was something else.

You and Andy were the first immortal warriors. She had found you pretty quickly. You hadn't even understood when you died or what the weird dreams were before she sat you down and explained.

You hadn't been apart ever since. Spending every single day next to her was a privilege and a gift.

You learned so many things from her. After all, Andromache had already been alive for 300 years.

After spending a s couple of decades traveling around the world with her as your only company, it came to no surprise for neither of you when you ended up sleeping together one night.

And that night proved to be the beginning of the most wonderful thing that ever happened to both of your lives.

You loved every second of it.

You being wrapped in her arms while she was kissing the top of your head or you caressing her naked, extremely soft skin as she was wrapping a blanket around the two of you; Andy couldn't have her beloved baby catch a cold.

You teared up recalling your wife. Your beloved wife.

You wrapped your hands around your legs and pushed them against your chest.

You missed her.

You missed her so much.

After 5000 years and a couple of centuries, you were finally divided.

You looked up as you saw the door opening.

A paramedic came in with a huge needle.

Here we go again.

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Andy looked at the only building standing in the area. The only building among a plethora of trees and all kinds of plants.

" Alright, Joe, remind us one last time what we are her for. " Andy spoke.

" We are here to save all the girls/women those people experiment on. We don't know more, including the number of either the victims or the security agents, which means that caution is strongly recommended. " The man pointed out.

The rest of the team nodded, listening carefully.

Little did they know about who the real guinea pig was.

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They killed, killed, and killed once again.

They found countless of the latest laboratory equipment, yet no girl or woman asking for their help.

The team knew that it wasn't a trap.

No trap would have been equipped with so many tools costing millions.

Andy was growing more and more frustrated.

For a human with that much of an experience, she should have caught on by now.

" Guys, I think I found it. " Nicky whispered, pointing with his gun at the only door of the corridor at their right.

They as silently as they could run to it. The door did look like a cell. A bulletproof door with a password was always placed to hide something important, and the group came to this very same building for something important.

If they weren't able to free any innocents, they could at least learn what the fuck was happening there to put a stop to it.

Joe placed some light explosives on the door, telling everybody to buck off, which they were more than eager to do.

He pushed the button and a loud sound was heard, shortly followed by the sound of the door falling on the floor.

The team immediately raised their weapons and entered the room, shouting that they were armed.

Nile, who was the first to get in, quickly scanned the whole room and announced to everybody what they could already see with their bare eyes. " It's empty. "

Realizing that it was just a simple bedroom, the team was to turn away until Nicky pointed at the bed. " I think someone's sleeping there. "

" Don't be ridiculous. Wouldn't have they heard the explosives ? " Nile jumped in.

" Not if they were dragged. Guys, I think we found our victim. " Andy spoke slowly, walking to the bed.

She noticed that the person was fully covered by the blanket, so she slowly pulled it off only to freeze midway.

Andy knew that sleeping face.

Truth be told, she knew it better than her own face.

She had traced it countless of times with her fingertips.

She had seen all kinds of emotions on that face.

" A-Andy ? Is something wrong ? " Nile inquired, feeling beyond confused with the leader's teared up face.

" Shhhhh. "

Nile turned to look at both Joe and Nicky, giving her stern glances.

" What ? " She asked again, unable to understand where her wrongdoing was.

" Oh my love. I thought you were dead. " Andy whispered, kissing the top of your head.

She, then, turned to the couple. " Me and Nile are going to get her to the safe house. You make sure to clear everybody out and destroy this place. Nobody should know anything concerning our immortality. Was I clear ? "

" Yes, boss. "

" Good. "

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You slowly opened your eyes.

Sleeping under the influence of whatever drugs they were giving you had the luck and the curse of having no dreams.

You blinked, taking in your surroundings.

No.

Not again.

You hated when they were changing your room because that meant that they had given you strong enough medication to sleep for days.

Suddenly feeling unwell, you instinctively placed a hand on top of your head, and with the other, you pulled the blanket to cover you completely.

" You've already slept for at least 10 hours, I recommend waking up, eating something, and walking around for a while. " Suddenly, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

Your blood froze for a whole second, thinking that your wife just talked to you.

However, you knew better. Drugs have side effects. They made sure you knew each and every single one.

You didn't move - not even to look, still remembering how heartbroken you had been the last time you did - and closed your eyes to sleep.

" Darling, did you hear me ? " Andy made her voice sweeter, waiting for you to move and see her sitting on the armchair near the bed.

Andromache waited a couple of minutes to watch the lack of reaction. Maybe your hearing had been impacted, or maybe you were still hazy due to being drugged the day prior.

The woman sighed, sitting up.

" Sleep well, sweating. " She wished kissing the top of the blanket - where your forehead was.

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You were frozen on the spot. Your mind running a million miles per second.

In the back of your mind you registered her steps and the door opening and closing.

You felt it. You felt her lips through the blanket.

Your wife was here.

She rescued you.

You teared up, unable to resist.

Your wife came for you.

She hadn't forgotten about you.

She still loved you.

Your hand reached the other pillow of the bed. Slowly, as you were still slightly hazy from your sleep, you moved your head on top of it.

It was her.

Her smell.

She had you sleep on her bed.

How long had it been since you shared one.

You immediately wrapped your hands around it and pulled Andy's pillow onto your chest.

You loved her so, so much.

However, still being under the influence of the drug, you quickly fell asleep once again.

This time with your beautiful wife on your mind.

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Andromache came back into the room after a couple of hours.

She had to make sure that everything was taken care of as well as cook you some food.

Andy quietly set the tray down at the bedside table and looked at you.

A smile formed on her face as she noticed your figure wrapped around her pillow.

" Darling, you have to wake up. " She whispered with her sweetest voice next yo your ear.

You whined and turned your face away from her, burying your face in her pillow.

Andromache gently shook your shoulder while leaving small kisses wherever she could reach, mainly your shoulder.

You opened your eyes, slowly turning to face your one and true love, the very person to whom you have devoted yourself for a couple of thousand years.

Still feeling dizzy, you sleepily smiled at her as you reached to caress her cheek. " Morning. " Your voice was way too harsh than your normal one, as you realized you had probably spent a day without a single drop of water.

Andy kissed your forehead lovingly. She brought a cup of water to your lips and propelled you to drink some.

You happily did as Andy wanted you to, too dizzy to oppose her (not that you would have, you were quite thirsty).

As Andromache placed the cup of water back to its place, you took the chance to wrap your hands around her waist and bury your head in her neck.

Your wife chuckled at your adorable reaction and embraced you back, pulling your body closer to her.

" God, I thought you were dead. " She whispered, continuing washing your body with kisses.

" I... " You stopped midsentence, not sure about how what you intended to say would sound to her.

Andy gently messaged your sculp, silently propelling you to talk to her.

You took a deep breath as you turned to look at her with teary eyes. " I wish I was... "

Andy took your face in her arms. " No. No. Don't you dare ever say that. "

You shook your head, casting your gaze downward. " But, it's true. "

" If you had died, my love, we would have never reunited, would we ? " Andromache countered.

You hesitantly looked upward, at her beautiful striking eyes. " It was torture. "

Your wife gave you a sad smile. " I know. I know... But the important thing is that you are here, in my arms, safe and sound. "

You nodded reciprocating the gesture. " Indeed. "

" And just like back then.... We have all the time in the world to do whatever we please. " Andy's smile widened as her eyes narrowed meaningfully.

You laughed a little, wondering how could a single person delete 400 years of torture, but then again.

That person was your beloved wife.

Your Andy.

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Hiiii hii hi over here!! I loooved stitches!! They way you wrote Mark was perfect imo, capturing his sonewhat standoffish but human side. Awesome job!!

Can I request one where Mark is reader's best friends's dad?? AU or not but he's still an officer

Pretty please with a cherry on top? ♥

Okay we're fudging math a little with this one. We'll clock reader at 22 and Mark at...44. there, twice the age without making it too weird.

I really love this prompt and its challenge to dodge some cliches. And then roll around in some like a little piggy in the mud. Little pig boy comes from the dirt. Sorry I blacked out there for a second.

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Is It Justice? (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader)

Tags/warnings: older man/ younger woman, manic depressive disorder, moments of deep vulnerability, questionable choices, kissy kissy, mentions of death and grief, hurt/comfort

Rated: M (I think? I started to go cross eyed writing this)

Mark sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Again. Again?

He knows he should be grateful it's you and not his son. But Sam would never, ever be caught in this compromising a position. But you had seemed to lack any sort of stern parenting in your life. His son had no shortage of that.

Okay, so he hadn't always been a perfect father, but he was a good cop. But tonight, as it had so many times before, the line became blurry. And a third role had begun to emerge, and it was bad enough that each time he had half a mind to pawn you off on someone else.

But it didn't feel right. No one would take responsibility for you, nobody would claim you. He may as well.

That's how he ends up in front of the holding cell at 3 in the morning. He's still dressed from work because he hadn't left the station yet. His son was (he prayed) still sleeping soundly in his apartment off Princeton's campus. The same could clearly not be said for you. You are in the same baggy clothes you're usual donning, dark circles decorated your undereyes. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you're on something hard.

Your eyes don't light up like he expects them to each time you're both in this situation. It's almost like a kin to dread, or pure exhaustion.

"If you're that inconvenienced, commit a crime closer to a different precinct," he mutters as the night shift cop slides the barred door open and you step through, just narrowly avoiding Mark's large frame and he follows behind you. At the booking station, Helen presents your possessions back to you.

"One cell phone, a wallet with a driver's license, library card, fortune ticket and father's credit card-we've already called- a pack of cigarettes and a Bic lighter."

You grab it all and shove it into the deep pockets of your jacket. Mark nods in gratitude at Helen and when you turn to the direction of the exit, Mark has a firm hand on your shoulder and he's steering you towards his office.

You've been in Mark's office a couple other times. Once, when you and Sam first moved in together and he wanted to introduce you to his father, and once for the first time you and the holding cell had become acquainted. The two other times you'd ended up at the police station, you'd been lucky enough to avoid this room again. But not this time.

You shake your head and slump in one of the chairs as Mark closes the door behind him. He sighs heavily and drops himself into his desk chair, and for a moment you both sit in your shared exhaustion.

"Does Sam know where you are?" His voice is groggy when he speaks. You pick at the chipped paint on your nails.

"Hope not. I left after he fell asleep. I don't like to make him worry when I leave."

Mark smirks humorlessly and stares at the ceiling tiles.

"How considerate."

"Just don't bail me out next time."

"Oh don't worry. I won't. There better not be a next time. But if there is, you'll get no help from me."

His eyes are staring sternly into your own now. You didn't have much to be proud of anymore, but you could always be proud of managing to hold Mark Hoffman's stare.

"I don't have a report. I'm tired. Can I go home?"

"You got money for a cab?"

"No."

"A subway pass?"

"I'll hop the guards."

"Like hell you will. Fine," he pushes himself up from his seat and throws on his jacket. "Come on. I'm driving you home."

You have half a mind to put up a useless fight but you're too tired, so instead you follow silently out to the parking lot and climb into the passenger side of Mark's car. He gets in and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"When was the last time you ate?"

You shrug. Mark curses under his breath and starts the car.

"Fine. Food first."

A half hour later, you and Head Detective Mark Hoffman are sitting outside a 24/7 bodega, devouring sandwiches and a couple of sodas. You don't even mind that the food isn't hot, you're just glad to have something on your stomach.

"Alright, so," Mark wipes his mouth and clasps his hands together. "Trespassing?"

"It didn't hurt anybody."

"Nobody but yourself."

"I'm fine."

"You know they've been exploding deeper into that quarry, right? What if you'd gone near some active explosive? Or tripped in the dark and fell 250 something feet?"

"Then Mom would have some company."

He fights the urge to grab you, only to shock the thoughts from your head. But he's too shocked.

Your mother disappeared seven months ago. Five months ago, she was found at the bottom of the quarry outside of town. Maybe it was murder, maybe it was accidental. Either way, there was a closed casket.

You almost feel guilty for the way you've stunned mark into silence, but the feeling passed quickly.

"How would your father feel if he knew that's where you were tonight?"

"He'd have to be sober enough to comprehend a single thought. My money's on the likelihood that he's in no such state."

"Fine. What about Sam?"

"I won't tell if you don't."

"Well, I've got half a mind to."

You chuckle and feel the tears prick at your eyes. "Heh. Right, just pawn me off on him. Great fathering techniques, Mark. Seriously. I'll not just become someone else's problem, but your son's. My best friend's. And soon he'll get fed up and drop me, too."

"Enough with the pity play."

"Why? It's all true. You don't give a shit so it's not like I could guilt you."

Mark crumples up his sandwich wrapper with ire and tosses it into a nearby bin. He straightens out his trousers and stands. Stares down at you. From here, you look like a stranger. Not a girl, not his son's roommate and best friend, not a woman on the verge of unravelling, but some other being that has attached itself onto his heart and follows him around like a curse.

He'd loved you for a while. He'd hated you for just as long. The way you drag yourself down, the way you endanger Sam along the way. But the way you smile and how you shine when you have your shit together- there were as many good memories as bad ones in the short span of time you'd known each other.

He can't decide who he's looking at and doesn't stop staring until you look up at him. He shakes his head, looks out onto the street, then offers a hand to help you up. You take it without hesitation and you both get back into the car.

"I really don't wanna take you back to the apartment."

"I don't wanna go back. To wake up Sam is bad enough the day before finals, but to do it with his dad in tow is not much better."

Mark grumbles. "Couch?"

You nod. "Couch."

You've done the couch routine one other time, and it wasn't any of the times you'd been arrested. This incident was midwinter, during one of your episodes where you decided to walk in the freezing snow with no direction. Sam had called Mark in a panic, Mark knew your routes well enough to find you quick. It was closer to go back to his place, and he made careful work of warming you up and assuring Sam that you were safe. After that, you and Mark formed a mutual understanding that the less Sam knew, the better.

Mark's apartment was that of the poster child for a bachelor. After Sam went off to Princeton, Mark and his wife had nothing keeping their tenuous marriage together so the divorce was quiet and amicable. Now, Mark works too much to seek any remedy to that.

All that being said, Mark keeps his place nice, and his leather couch beckons you immediately. You collapse onto it and you can hear Mark halt over you.

"You're gonna sleep in jeans?"

"I didn't pack my overnight bag," you mumble into the material. Mark sighs. Leaves the room, comes back, tosses a bundle of clothes on top of you. You sit up and unfold them. PPD sweatpants and a faded t-shirt.

"How scandalous," you mutter, too tired to censor your words.

"Be uncomfortable for all I care."

Mark busies himself with removing his tie and you stand and hobble to the bathroom to change. From the kitchen area he can hear you sniffle and cough, changing otherwise quietly before reentering the living room. His breath hitches when he sees you in his clothes. He can't remember the last time he saw you in something that actually fit but clothes always left plenty to the imagination. And Mark did imagine.

You rub your eyes and stumble to the kitchen sink, grabbing a coffee mug and filling it with water. He watches as your throat strains when you devour the water like you were born thirsty. You'd just had a soda, but of course you're dehydrated. You don't take care of yourself during your episodes. He knows it just kills Sam. He knows, because he feels the same way.

He can't understand why you and Sam never became an item, even for a brief time. He was proud to call Sam his son, the way he's smart and kind, and you're funny and intelligent when you decide to be, and beautiful. So beautiful. Whether you're made up and presentable or on his couch, in his clothes, looking like death.

He only realizes he's staring when he blinks and you're staring back from the sink.

"Mark?"

He squeezes his eyes shut and yawns. "Sorry. Tired. You know where everything is if you need it."

"Yeah," you say, but your voice is thicker than it should be. It's no mystery that Mark Hoffman is an attractive man. Gruff and grumpy and yet does everything in his power to take care of you. Sam does the same, but you're so scared of ruining him. You don't run that risk with Mark.

You can't ever pin down exactly what it is you like so much about him. Maybe it's his thick arms and large hands, or his dumb hair, or his asshole smirks and the way his praise and compliments light you up inside. How he talks to you like an equal, even in these times. Everyone walks on eggshells around you. He's a hardass. You love him for it.

Mark senses a shift and taps the counter decisively.

"Listen-"

"No," he shakes his head. "No, don't."

But you stand and he doesn't move.

"I'm not doing anything."

Except you are. You're moving towards him and he can't find the strength to move away.

"It's too late to do this-"

"Do what?" You ask in faux innocence. You're not the teasing type, but you're just desperate to know if he'll fess up or not. You already know you're screwed.

"You know."

You bite your lip and take a small satisfaction when the movement captures his eyes.

"Mark, no one sees me like you do."

"That's not true," he lies.

"It is, but it's okay."

You place your hands on his chest and he stops breathing. Doesn't move.

"So long as you know, I don't do it for attention. I've been this way before I ever met you or Sam."

"I know," he says breathlessly.

"Do you want to touch me?" You ask. He exhales and trembles. He's only thought about it shamefully in the dark of his bedroom or his office about a hundred times. To caress the sides of you that he suspects have gone untouched for too long. To hold you gently and yet assure you that no one else will be touching you for a long time.

He's quiet for too long. You take a hand and bring it under the shirt that swallows your torso, sliding his palm against your tummy. He exhales through his nose.

"I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you."

His hand burns onto your soft skin and you continue to move it up until his fingers grace the curve of your breast.

And just like that he yanks his hand back and stands, pushing away from you.

"Mark-"

"Go to sleep. Don't think about this anymore."

Easy enough for him to say. You both know that you'll go to your respective beds (well, bed and couch) and you'll be kept awake by the thought. But you don't argue. Only watch as he stalks down the hall and fights with himself, until he closes the bedroom door behind him. You sigh and lay down on the couch, grabbing a nearby throw blanket but deciding you're too hot for it right now.

And in his room, Mark paces the floor. He slowly removes one article of clothing after the other, ends up sitting on the edge of his bed in a shirt and boxers, fingers pressed to his lips, eyes glued to the door.

He's waiting for you. If you come knocking, he'll let you in. But he can't go to you. He can't. That would seal his fate.

But the thought of you so warm and ready for him, so inviting and strong willed...his resolve is wavering.

And it doesn't take fifteen minutes before he's walking back to the couch.

And you rise and meet him halfway, and there's only a moment's hesitation before his lips crash into yours and his hands are returning to where you'd placed them before. Mark will convince himself that you initiated the kiss. You'll let him have that lie. Whatever seals your fate together. Whatever keeps you both coming back together.

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Seduction and Possession Pt 2 Everyone knows of Elliot; he's the kindest bachelor in Pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he? He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen. Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part 2

Find part one here! And find me on Ao3!

Since then; Elliot had changed. It was noticeable to the other townsfolk. He was always trailing after the farmer; always there for whatever assistance she needed. He refused to allow her to dirty her hands and took her offer of helping her out.

At one point he even tried to convince her to leave the farm work behind and stay with him. Yet she laughed at the suggestion. Her laugh sounded as if angels were singing in his ears.

Things started to take a darker turn whenever she was invoked with the others. It started with Sam and Sebastian. 

He watched in envy as Sebastian and Sam crowded her. They were chatting about their band and were offering her to be their drummer. Elliot glared at the young adults. He could see Sebastian's eyes drifting from her face to her chest as Sam’s hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder. 

They want to bed her. A voice hissed in his head. He’s thinking about what her chest would feel like pressed against his. Elliot glared at Sebastian as he kept glancing at his darlings chest. He wants her. You can’t let that happen. 

“Pardon me,” The duo paused as Elliot forced himself between them and his darling. “I apologize for interfering, but we already have plans.” Elliot smiled through his anger as his hands slipped around her waist. 

“Really? That sucks, well maybe you can swing by my place after,” Sam winked.  He could never please a woman. Elliot insulted Sam in his head. As for Sebastian, he’s just a shut-in. He’ll never love her as I can.  

“We’ll see about that,” Elliot smiled as he pulled her away. “Wait!” Sam grabbed her arm as rage flashed in Elliot’s eyes before disappearing.

“The offer still stands, I think we could make sweet music together,” Sam grinned as her face flushed. Absolutely not. Elliot scoffed. Is that what he calls flirting? Pathetic. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves more. 

Elliot leaned down to her ear as he whispered, “Your voice would sound beautiful if it were crying my name.” He softly spoke as she gasped, face flushing a darker red as she forgot Sam’s words.

The duo froze as they heard his words. Sam just smiled as Sebastian glared at the older male. 

“Now, shall we?” Elliot pulled her away as he repressed the urge to rip off Sam’s fingers for grabbing her arm. He knows it's not her fault that pigs hit on her. She’s too beautiful for her own good. Maybe I should hide her away so no one will see her. He wondered as she stopped walking. 

“Elliot?” She called out as he paused. “Yes, dear?” He replied softly as she blushed. She looks so divine with that blush across her face. He thought. She bit her lip as she sighed.

“Nevermind, let’s get to my farm,” She smiled as he tilted his head. “Is something bothering you, dear?” He asked softly as he cupped her face. 

She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed, but when I’m with you, I feel safe.” She muttered as his eyes widened.

His hands shook as he stared at her lips. Kiss her. The voices were screaming at him. He wanted to kiss her, desperately. 

But he is a gentleman. Instead, he embraced her. He shuddered as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elliot,” She smiled as he hugged her tighter. “Of course darling, I’ll always protect you,” He joked back.

Even if it means I have to hurt others.  

As days went by, Elliot found himself following after the farmer even when she was unaware. He stalked her as she worked on the farm, as she fought slimes in the mines, and as she slept.

Elliot snuck his way into her home, her pet ignoring his presence as he’s already been around long enough. 

Elliot crept up on the farmer as she slept. He repressed the urge to kiss her lips as he snatched her clothes. Back in his cabin, Elliot panted and grunted as he fucked his pillow. Sweat dripped down his face as he pulled his hair back. He brought her clothes to his face as he inhaled her scent.

He moaned quietly as he fucked his hips deeper against his pillow. He imagined fucking her just like this, worshipping her body. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly as he moaned. “ Darling – fuck,” He hissed as the head of his cock dragged against his sheets. 

“I want to ravish you, I want to fuck you till that pretty voice of yours is crying my name,” He panted as his legs twitched. His chest heaved as he buried his face into her clothes.

He moaned as his cock jumped at the scent. “More,” He whispered as he started up again, fucking into his pillow as he writhed and begged for her.

My dearest,  

I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. It's a sin to lust after an angel such as yourself, but I cannot help it. I find myself craving more and more of you that my comfort isn’t enough. I need to touch you. I need to feel you. 

But you are so fragile that I’m afraid to hurt you. But soon, we won’t have to worry about that. Our bodies will become one as I consume all of you. 

- Elliot 

Elliot knew that his darling needed to get out and chat with friends. But what he hated was how whenever she was out, there was a demon attempting to charm her. Elliot tried to hide his glare as Alex began hitting on the farmer. 

How disgusting. Does he not know how to properly treat a lady? Elliot hissed in his head. “Come on, just come over and I’ll show you my gridball training,” Alex winked as she laughed nervously.

She’s uncomfortable. He needs to leave her alone. Elliot hissed as Abigail stepped in. “You're making her uncomfortable, fuck off Alex,” She hissed as Alex laughed. “I’m just playing around! No need to be so sensitive.” He snorted as Abigail started going off on the player. 

Elliot watched along the sidelines as he sipped his wine. With Abigail around, there was no need for him to step in. But rage was building up in his chest as he nearly broke the glass in his hand.

The final straw was when Alex made a comment about the farmer's outfit which made Elliot snap. Abigail scoffed as she stood in front of his darling. “You disgusting son of–”

“ Well, I do believe it’s time for us to leave,” Elliot cut in as he stepped between the two. “Abigail, thank you for your assistance but it's no longer needed,” He smiled as he glared at the athlete. 

 “Can I get your number?” Alex ignored him as Elliot’s eye twitched. He’s trying to seduce her. You can’t let that happen. The voice hissed again as Elliot grabbed her shoulder.

“Darling, please step outside with Abigail for a moment, I need to speak with Alex,” He smiled assuringly at her as she slipped out. Abigail glanced cautiously at the male before following. 

As soon as the door shut behind her, the kindness in Elliot’s eyes vanished. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you are revolting,” he hissed as Alex grinned.

“I get that alot, she’s just playing hard to–” Alex was cut off as Elliot snatched his wrist. 

“Unless you want to lose your fingers, you’ll refrain from touching my darling again,” Elliot snapped as Alex laughed nervously. 

“Come on, I was just playing around,” Alex defended as Elliot’s eye twitched. “ And I’m not, I’ll cut off each of your revolting fingers and then snap your legs as if they were nothing but twigs. You’ll stop your harassment, won’t you dear Alex?” Elliot threatened as Alex nodded nervously. 

“Y-Yeah, I got it,” He stuttered as he ran out. 

Disgusting. Elliot hissed to himself as he left the tavern. The nerve of that immature athlete, if his darling wasn’t around, he would’ve— 

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of his darling called out as he froze, The rage building up had flooded his body immediately. “Of course I am dear,” He smiled at her.

“Everything alright?” Abigail asked as she eyed Alex stumbling into his home. 

“Of course, we just had a nice chat,” Elliot smiled. Abigail was skeptical but ignored it. Ever since that day, Elliot’s gentleman persona turned darker. He watched as Shane blew the farmer off, anger coursed through his veins.

How dare he? Ignoring his darling? Elliot isn’t the type to get his hands dirty, but Shane won’t go unpunished. As Shane awoke the next morning, his chickens were gone. 

And Elliot was just getting started. He soon targeted Alex by manipulating him into completely avoiding his dear. It was ironic as he snapped at Shane for ignoring her, but Alex was a different story.

“ I wonder how you’re future will turn out when suddenly you break your legs,” Elliot muttered as he towered over Alex.

“I swear! I’ll leave her alone just leave me alone!” Alex cried. Harvey wasn’t any trouble, but he hated how he touched her during exams. He envied that Harvey saw her naked before he did. But he couldn’t harm Harvey, he’s the only doctor around. So he’ll be left alone. For now. 

The farmer used to be surrounded by townsfolk, but lately, no one showed up. Alex would turn the other way if they were crossing paths. Shane wasn’t found anywhere. Sam and Sebastian looked uncomfortable whenever she said hi.

Harvey suddenly no longer was available to help her when injured. The only one around was Elliot. He was always there, listening to her as she ranted. Just as he planned. He sat in her room as she served him dinner. 

“I just think it’s insane that they started ignoring me, did I do something wrong?” She wondered as he shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong, darling, I’m sure of it,” He assured her. “Your sweet Elliot, but I don’t know,” She sighed. 

“I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” She smiled as she stepped away. As she left, Elliot sighed quietly. Her scent was everywhere. No matter how many times he’s been in here, he can’t help himself. As she came back, his eyes widened.

She was wearing the shirt he stole a few nights before. The shirt that he wrapped around his cock as he fucked it to the thought of her. I need to take that shirt again. 

His face flushed as she sat down. As the two ate, she began to notice his odd behavior. “Elliot? Are you alright?” She asked as he paused. “Darling, there’s something I wish to tell you,” He started as he grabbed her hand. 

“(Y/n),” He muttered as his grip tightened. “I just want to thank you, you’ve inspired me in numerous ways and I’m afraid that you’ve charmed this writer's heart,” Elliot whispered as she gasped. 

“Elliot. . ” She softly whispered as he sighed. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m utterly obsessed with you, not a day goes by without you dancing in my mind. I crave your touch and without you, I feel nothing,” He muttered lowly. She attempted to pull away but he refused to let her go.

“I saw the letters, Elliot,” She muttered as he stiffed. She saw them. He screamed in his mind as he panicked. 

She thinks you’re a freak, she’s going to try and run away. You can’t let her go, you can’t let her– 

His train of thought was interrupted as she cupped his face and brought her lips to his. Elliot’s eyes widened as he instantly responded.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was a sweet taste on her lips. And he craved it. Elliot shivered as she pulled back, smiling softly at him. She parted her lips to speak as she froze. 

Her vision blurred as she swayed in her seat. “Oh, was the dosage too strong? I suppose Harvey had difficulty preparing it,” Elliot muttered softly. 

“Elliot?” She softly whispered as he shushed her. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here for you,” He smiled as he stood next to her as she collapsed against him.

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to avoid this method as I worried I may hurt you, but I had no other choice. I meant what I said as I’m utterly obsessed with you,” He cooed as he cupped her face. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, darling. You’ve charmed me so,”

“ And I can’t let you go.”  

- Elliot

Possession: The act of belonging to another. 

[astoldbyaja]

The Orisha and the Hashira-Ch.1

"So why do you three wear masks all the time, huh, you ugly or something?" Inosuke blurted. "Why do you wear the head of a pig all the time, embarrassed to be a man with a woman's face?" Bambaataa asked just as calmly.

Ayo and her two brothers are summoned to Japan so that Ayo's little brother Femi, can paint a portrait of Lord Ubuyashiki and his family upon request. The three siblings have an immense aura and abilities of their own that helps them defend against demons. They remain dressed in all black and wear masks of different deities as they can never reveal themselves to anyone in Japan. Unable to understand the power within the mysterious guests, the Hashira and majority of the Demon Slayers do not trust them at all, especially when Lord Ubuyashiki asks the three to observe the corp members and their training and even sending them on missions to kill demons.

Kyojuro Rengoku accidently sees Ayo's appearance for the first time and can't put into words his thoughts on the woman before him. But what he does know is that her eyes set his heart aflame and he will do anything to keep her safe even when tragedy strikes her world.

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Mother… must we really do this? That land made slaves of you and father!

Yes, we were slaves in Japan, but the lord who has requested a painting of his family has been the reason your father and I made it back to the mother continent safely. A message of acceptance has already been sent.

But they’re not like us… if brother does a painting for him... he’s not even of our tribe… of our people!

There will be no argument. You will soon see why he is a good ally. He is kind even of those who do not look like him.

Yes Mother.

His illness is taking hold of him. He would be honored if your brother could paint him before he passes. I will open the rift to the location where you will be led to him. Remember for Japanese lords you get on your knees, and you bow. Keep yourself hidden from head to toe, do not venture out at night and also… the demons you come across will not be like the demons of our world. But they can be killed with your gifts. But always remember to look after your siblings.

Going through my mother’s rift always left a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. When I was a little girl, I used to ask her to let me fly through space to other locations of the mother continent. She’d always tease me that I could land in a place somewhere on the other side of the planet or maybe a different planet.

I used to land flat on my face when the rift spit me out, but with years of training, I learned to land almost cat like on my feet. The purple veil opened, and I felt my feet hit the ground. I placed my palm on the earth and inhaled some. The air smelled… different.

“We are here.” I replied standing up and looking around at the obvious rode we were on.

“This is Japan.” Bambaataa said unexcitingly. He looked around the place. “It’s dark. I wonder if any demons will be out.”

I looked around as we were missing someone.

“Where is Femi?” I asked already feeling anxious.

“Over here!” he called from further ahead. I winced jogging lightly to him. We all wore the same black tight garments which consist of different colored beads around our neck. I wore blue beads; Femi had his green and Bambaataa had the red. Our masks were also carved with different designs of the gods. Mine is Yemọja with slim cheeks and blue stones for eyes. Femi wears the mask of Obatala with black stones for eyes and a round face carving. Bambaataa wore the mask of Ogun. The mask had white stones for eyes and curved lines over the forehead.

“Femi you should have come to us when you landed.” I chastised and he just tilted his head and pointed toward the village up ahead. The homes looked different. They’re all so closed together.

“I would love to paint this place one day.” he said. I looked down at my brother placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe one day.” I replied.

“Alright, let’s not waste any time. We are to go inside the first Udon noodle shop we see and then wait.” Bambaataa said. “Remember we are not to say much unless absolutely necessary. A member of the- damn how do you say that word, the people we are supposed to meet?”

I smiled behind my mask.

“They are called Kakushi.” I replied.

“You sure? I could have sworn it was something like Kakusi.” He replied. Our shoulders began to vibrate up and down as we chuckled.

“Kakoooosi!” Femi teased, and the three of us began to laugh louder, fully aware of the creature that was lurking in the tree line.

“Who wants it?” the eldest asked, and I looked at Femi who shrugged.

“Ladies first.” he said, and I dipped my head in thanks. We laughed our way into a triangle formation with me as the top and my brothers at the bottom facing the village and finally our laughs stopped immediately as I turned and faced the darkness of the forest. A pair was red eyes stared at me before something shot toward me like lightning. I blinked once, twice, three times before the creature suddenly stopped before me, looking down at me with pale skin and black claws. It smelled of death and its red slitted eyes told me so. But its body does not move as I just looked up at it. Before it suddenly let out a harsh screech of pain. It dropped to its knees, holding itself with all six eyes.

It was completely immobilized, and I just watched as it writhed in pain.

“WHAT MAGIC IS THIS! ARE YOU DEMONS! IT BURNS IT BURNS LIKE THE SUN!” he snarled, his body convulsing from the pain. I could see its muscles tightening and stretching beneath its skin.

“This is taking longer than expected,” Bambaataa noted as he walked beside me observing the sight before him. Femi walked closer sighing as he wrapped his arm around mine. “Demons here are more resilient than the Mother Continent.”

“He’s suffering.” Femi said sadly, the demon screaming even more to the point tears were falling down its cheeks and it was clawing its own face to get some type of relief.

“Good.” Bambaataa said crossing his arms. I glared hard at the demon watching as it screamed even louder, the red lines of pain had easily filled this creature up. The longer my pain channels continued, the more intense the pain became. The more I glared and focused, the hotter the pain became.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT!” he yelled. I finally closed my eyes and in seconds the demon burst, blood spewing onto the ground, before dissolving into black dust. Bambaataa sucked his teeth and crossed his arms.

“And demon slayers need special swords to kill these creatures? Pathetic. Let’s go.” he said and the three of us turned and walked toward the town.

Normal POV

Kagaya Ubuyashiki laid flat on his back on the tatami mat taking soft and quiet inhales. His condition was worsening which he expected. The air he inhaled tickled his throat and he let out a sigh of relief, a small smile spread over his lips.

“They’re here.” he said gently.

[stoopid-noah]

Watching The Crowded Room and going in completely blind..

Haven't seen a trailer, no idea what it's even about lol

Here are my thoughts as I move along..

After watching Ep 1, I think:

Danny and his brother where SAed as children, maybe by the stepdad.

Ariana is a sex worker?

His brother either died due to abuse or offed himself because of it.

Ep 2:

Ariana was sexually abused too, I think.

Danny might have Multiple personalities and seems to be unaware about it.

Some charracters might actually be part of his system?

Is the "ghost house" actually his mindspace?

Ep 3:

Yup, multiple personalities!

Yitzhak is definitely one of them!

Jonny probably too & if he is, so must Mike.

Ariana might be aswell, maybe she's his sexual protector & SA trauma holder.

Did he ever have a twin brother, or was he also part of the system?

I love Yitzhak, best protected ever!!

I think Rya, the psychiatrist might suspect him having DiD, but isn't sure yet & the police has no idea.

But how did eye witnesses see Ariana?!

Ep 4:

I think Jack is also part of Danny's system.

Jack seems to be a protector aswell.

I can't tell if his brother was another alter or his actual brother?

All the drawings in his (burned) sketchbook might be of alters.

Oooooo shits 'bout to go down!!

Ep 5:

Gee, straight to the intro, no little scene before that? Is that a good sign or a bad one?

I really hope his mother didn't know what her children where going through.

I love Mario, he's cool!

I feel so sorry for his mom (Candy?)  too, she just wanted the best for her baby.. :(

I think Adam was his first protector & trauma holder, not his actual brother.

Ep 6:

I hate how the police officer is talking about poor Danny. :(

I hate the psychiatrists son, he's a brat and a nuisance lol

Hell yeah Jonny, get right outa those cuffs!!

God, I love this woman.. she's an amazing doctor and I NEED her to succeed!!

Why do I kinda like his lawyer?! He's such an asshole lmao

Oh, Danny.. My poor baby.. He's so scared :(

Ep 7:

Yayy, Yitzhak is back!!

Jack, Jonny, Mike, Yitzhak and Ariana confirmed alters, yay!!

Goddam Jonny... At least try to keep it together man >:(

These "psychologists" are so insufferable.. and so is the judge..

I love Yitzhak so much.. please don't let him be gone gone AAaAaa <3

Oh god.. please help him, poor puppy boy :(

Ep 8:

GET OFF MY SVREEN YOU FUCKIN PEDOPHILE PIG PIECE OF SHIT!!

I hope Marlin rots in hell, fucking piece of shit.

I love the directive so much!!

Candy, how could you? How could she cover for that piece of shit?

Oh, I feel bad for Arianas boyfriend.. and for Ariana :(

Why should they try to "get rid of the alters"?? I know that this plays in a different time, but it's so frustrating that the alters aren't really seen as whole ass human beings by the professionals.. :(

Jerome is so sweet and kind, I cant- I want them to be friends forever AAaAaa

If that boy doesn't get the help he needs, I'm going to scream...

Ep 9:

I hate him. I hate Marlin so much.. why do I have to look at him right now?!

How can candy live with herself, protecting this pig????

I hope she fucking turns around and stands up for Danny in the end :(

Stan is such a good guy, I hope he's a great lawyer too.

I hate it.. D.I.D. is real for fucks sake.

The trial just started and  I'm already crying..

I'm starting to hate candy, she's acting like a real bitch right now, ngl..

FUCK YEAH CANDY!! GO SAVE YOUR FUCKING SON!!!

Aaand she went home.. goddamn it..

Yay Jerome is back!!

Goddamn.. she's a really good psychologist.

I swear to God Candy, if you mess up again I'm going to scream.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Danny, baby.. no :(

How dare you end the episode like that?!

Ep 10:

Jesus Christ, please don't let my baby die.

God damnit Jack..

I hate his smug fucking grin.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

Oh, If Danny can come back, so could Yitzhak, right? I miss him. :(

"Adam is me" I'm fucking crying again wtf..

I'm on the edge of me seat, please don't jail this boy!!

OH THANK GOD!!!

I can't stop crying aaaaa

If Danny can forgive Candy, I guess I should too.. but I don't wanna >:(

He looks so cute, with all the paint on his shirt. <3

Don't try and make me feel sympathy for Candy.

Hell yeah, no forgiveness for Candy!!!!

I love the friendship of Danny and Rya, they have such great chemistry!

Last thoughts, after doing some research:

They handled this whole theme so respectfully and good!

Tom also did such an amazing job portraying his roles, it's amazing!!

Especially considering that this series and the movie "Split" where apparently based on the same case.. I fucking hated how DiD was portrayed in Split.. Like it's something to fear. Like it makes people violent. And as something fucking supernatural.. I fucking hated that.. But "The Crowded Room" is so honest and respectful.. It's beautiful!

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Riddle's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Vampire Word Count: ~1.4K Relationships mentioned: Mother (Dr. Carlotta Rosehearts), Evelyn (Dr. Rosehearts "friend"/veteranarian), Che'nya TW: toxic helicopter mom, "experimental dieting" on a child/malnourishment, She deserves to loose her medical license, dead animal/blood, animal abuse

"How long have you had him on a restricted diet? He's not all that old Carlotta, are you sure it's safe to try something like that on someone so young? Even if you do, it's not a very good testing pool to only have one subject, a proper study would enta-" "It doesn't matter Evelyn. The point is, I cannot keep wasting my time on synthetically making blood for Riddle. He's gotten to the point where I'm finally going have to take the risk of letting him consume animals blood, but I need you to curate the diet for the pigs I plan to use. I've already located a great farmer who said he'll raise and take care of them for me so all I have to do is come by to pick it up. The pigs can't be too fatty, and they cannot have a high glucose diet. In addition-" "Carlotta-" "Do NOT interrupt me Evelyn, that is very unbecoming and rude. Since you had something so important to say, why don't you go on and spit it out."

The younger woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "The diet you've suggested so far for the pigs will result in a terrible quality of life for them, and will likely shorten their life spans by quite a bit....they...if the farmer listens to you they might even....cannibalize each other." She stared down at her clasped hands. Dr. Rosehearts had always been an intense woman, but she had been the woman she needed in order to get the motivation to go to vet school. However, she also somehow felt that Evelyn was eternally indebted to her, and demanded her input and participation on every new idea that struck her, morals be damned. It wasn't even so much her opinion she seeked- Carlotta just wanted someone to tell her she was doing something right. She wasn't even related to Evelyn, but she felt terrified of defying her. She couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who shared a roof with her. She'd only seen him once or twice- he was always in his room sleeping or studying- despite being only about six years old in human years. Dr. Rosehearts just scoffed at the young woman. "I couldn't care less about their quality of life, so long as they don't anything they're not meant to- like each other- and stick to the plan I have for them, then my son should be perfect and set for life so long as he only eats from them for the rest of his life." Evelyn took a steadying breath. "....yes, but if the pigs are ill, chances are your son will fall ill as well." "Well that's where you come in. You'll be nursing them and ensuring they remain as healthy as possible so I don't have to waste my time synthesizing blood." By the time Carlotta had finished her sentence, Evelyn's eyes were on the tiny redhead boy clinging to a blanket and small stuffed animal as he rubbed his eyes. "Synthesizing blood?

Carlotta seemed to freeze up in her seat, her lips pressing into a thin line as she gripped her armrest until her knuckles turned white. Evelyn glanced between her and the boy, unsure really what to do. "Mama, you said I had real blood starting when I was three cen-taur-ies old....right?" Riddle seemed to wake up a bit more, his hair still sticking up a little as he rubbed his eye. "Cuz you promi-" "BACK to your room. You're not supposed to be awake yet Riddle." Her tone made both Evelyn and Riddle flinch, but Riddle started to tear up. "B-but you promised I was big enough when I w-was th-" Carlotta gave Evelyn a fake smile as she stood up. "I'll be a moment." She felt like she was meant to step in, but couldn't bring herself to do anything even as she winced as Dr. Rosehearts grabbed her sons wrist hard, causing him to sob as he was dragged back to his room.

As promised, she was back a few moments later, her sons cries no longer heard unless she really listened for it. She sighed and sat down, shaking her head. "Honestly, children are just too nosy sometimes." Evelyn looked away from Carlotta, uncomfortable. ".....is it true?....you told him he got real blood when he was that age?....you know that's....well I know you know, but...that's when kids are supposed to switch over gradually to start building their immune systems and give them access to the real thing so they can start hunting and getting the nutrients they need without...lab precision." She looked down at the floor, but she could feel Carlotta's eyes burning a hole in the top of her head. Before she could let her intimidate her out of saying it, she finished her thought. "The way you feed him now, and the way you want me to help you feed him in the future, is going to keep him malnourished." Carlotta had never evicted someone from her home faster, before making her way to her own blood supply and indulging herself in her guilty pleasure. --------------------------------------------------------

Riddle sobbed quietly into his pillow, not wanting his mother to hear, but he could smell the blood she was drinking from where he was. It was so unfair. He had been so excited all those birthdays ago, because he was finally moving up in the world. He knew, from his reading, that he was meant to have the synthesized blood to make sure he didn't have exposure to anything his body couldn't handle. Around three centuries, he was supposed to have had rodent blood mixed with the synthesized blood, until he was drinking strictly rodent blood. And at five centuries- well the list went on, and he knew it well. Of course he did. His mother made him read all about that, and maths, and science and world history and alchemy and hexes and curses and all manner of things instead of letting him do...anything else. But apparently not even the one thing he thought she had given him was true. "Whyyyyy you cryin?" Riddle startled and suppressed a small scream into his pillow, clinging it close to his chest, panting and terrified at the head and hands poking out from under his blackout curtains. The purple haired boy frowned, and turned his head upside down, further startling Riddle by accident. "What's wrong? 'm just curious. Meowybe I can he-" Riddle threw the pillow too gently to really do anything to the boy, but didn't want to call his mother into his room unless he really had to. When the boy just smiled at him after the pillow, he relaxed a little, not feeling like he was angry. "Y-you have got to go.....you g-got to go before my mama hears you!" He whimpered and curled up as his stomach grumbled. Che'nya tilted his head to the side, his ear flicking a bit in response. "I'll be back little vampy, don't nya worry 'bout good ole Che'nya!" The boy seemed to disappear, leaving Riddle to wonder if that interaction had really just happened or not. A few minutes passed, and he decided to try to sleep again, whimpering softly as he laid back down. However as soon as he got comfortable he heard a bit of a scuffle outside his window and the purple head of hair popped under his curtain again, something in his mouth. Riddle watched, bewildered, horrified and fascinated as the rest of the boys body assembled slowly in his room, before the boy spit out the rat he had in his mouth unceremoniously, it still twitching on the ground, "You know how to eat it, right?" Riddle looked down in disgust at the animal for a moment, before instincts took over. He was just so hungry. In seconds, all that was left of the rat was the pelt and dehydrated husk of what it used to be, and little Riddle panting as he realized just how good and filling the rats blood was compared to whatever his mom gave him. Shakily, unsure, he handed back the remains of the rat, looking up at Che'nya pleadingly with a few tears in his eyes. "I'll getchya some more little vampy. Don't worry. You're not gonna go hungry anymore." ----------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending lmao sjdfhlkjsdf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

[quicksilver-castiel]

Bang-up job

Pairing: Michael/Adam Milligan/Ghoul Impersonating Adam Milligan

Archive warnings: None

Other warnings: Mpreg, C-section (non-graphic gore), mention of kinky sex, cannibalism

Length: 4k

Rating: Mature

Summary:

Some days you wake up and the archangel living in your boyfriend's body (who your bf insists is also your boyfriend) has gotten fresh meat for you.

Other days, he tells you that you're pregnant.

That's just how it goes in life sometimes.

Read on AO3 or below

Michael had been talking about the invention of the broadsword when Ghoul came out of their bedroom, yawning and scratching his head. Now, it wasn’t that unusual for Michael to stop in his tracks when Ghoul showed up, or to abruptly change the topic, considering how often he took Ghoul’s presence as a challenge to insult him.

But today, what he said was: “Why is there a child growing in you?”

Adam choked on his Fruit Loops, and after several seconds of being unable to clear his airway, Michael took pity and smote the offending pieces of cereal.

Meanwhile, Ghoul was looking at Adam oddly. “You good?” he asked, padding over to the fridge as if nothing had happened.

“Um,” Adam made, and only then remembered that Michael had only used his projection. Since Ghoul could neither see nor hear it, of course he didn’t know what Adam had been choking about. “Uh, do you… do you feel okay? Anything, er, unusual today?”

Ghoul stopped rummaging in the fridge to peer at him, a stripe of meat hanging out from his mouth. Adam really hoped that it was from the corpse they had gotten for him, and not his bacon again. Last time Ghoul had tried pig, he had spent a day locked in the bathroom afterwards.

“Unusual how?” he asked, and the crunching sounds as he chewed made Adam breathe a sigh of relief.

Not his bacon, then.

You wanna take this one? Adam asked Michael in their head.

Not particularly.

Dude.

Michael sighed, and switched places with Adam. “You’re pregnant,” he said bluntly.

Smooth, Adam commented in their head.

“Say wha’?” Ghoul closed the fridge and blinked at them.

“You’re with child. Expectant. Have a bun in the oven.” Michael frowned at Ghoul’s belly. “And- oh.” He looked away.

“What?” Ghoul asked, sounding alarmed.

“It, um.” Michael cleared his throat. “It’s part angel.”

Wait. It’s yours?? Adam brought out his projection specifically to gape at Michael.

“Hold on. You’re saying that I’m preggers, and you’re the dad?” Ghoul asked.

“Technically, all three of us are the fathers, since we were all involved in the-”

“You. Knocked. Me. Up.” Ghoul took a step forward with each word, bringing him almost nose to nose with Michael. “Oh, I’m so suing you for child support.”

Michael narrowed his eyes at him. “I already provide you with food. Who do you think got that body that you’re eating right now?”

“Well, that’s easy for you. I want to really bleed you dry.” Ghoul grinned. “In the metaphorical sense, for once.”

“Not to burst your bubble,” Adam said, taking over the body for a moment, “but I doubt that any human court will take a case between two people who don’t legally exist.”

“Aw, don’t be such a sourpuss, Ads.”

“I also feel like none of us have actually, like, processed that there’s a child currently in you. I mean, my brain is kind of stuck on how the hell it even got in there, not to mention how it’s going to come out…”

Ghoul weighed his head. “I could snack on a woman and take on her form. Would that help?”

Michael gently took the reins of the body back. “You probably shouldn’t shift while pregnant. At least not if you want to keep it.”

Silence descended over the room. Adam hadn’t really thought about the option of getting rid of the baby yet.

“Right,” Ghoul said eventually. “So what, you just spontaneously became an expert in ghoul pregnancies?”

“The foetus is a part of your body. If you change your body, you would change it too, and possibly kill it,” Michael explained, staying uncharacteristically calm. “Oh, also I should probably tell you that humans usually die when giving birth to nephilim. You’re not human, but I assume that you’re in no less danger than one.”

“I’m sorry, the kid is gonna kill me?”

“No - this isn’t Oedipus. But the birth likely will.”

Well, can we do anything about it? Adam asked, alarmed.

“I don’t know if anything can be done. We could ask Raphael, but I would rather avoid it.”

Michael, we’re not letting Ghoul die just because you’d have to admit to your brother that you’ve been fucking him, Adam said sternly.

First of all, it wasn’t just me. You’re mostly responsible for this, Michael replied in their head. And secondly, if you want to tell Raphael so much, then go ahead.

Okay, Adam said, which was obviously not the answer Michael had expected. But Adam was already rising to the surface, taking over the body.

“Oh archangel Raphael, that thou art in Heaven, or on Earth, or- you know, Walmart, what do I know- anyway, we kind of have a problem, and Michael is afraid you’re gonna yell at him-”

Hey!

“-but we really need your help, because this is a medical thing and you’re the only one in the universe who may know enough about it to help us…”

Wings rustled behind Adam, and he turned around to find Raphael glaring at him.

“What is this about?” he asked gruffly, his eyes trailing the room - until they stopped at Ghoul. “And why does that thing have grace in it?”

Adam sighed, and prepared for a long explanation interrupted by frequent shouting.

“This may be the worst thing you’ve done yet,” Raphael kept grumbling even after he’d calmed down enough to actually let Adam finish the explanation.

Michael had taken back over by now, and was doing the appropriate amount of grovelling - which for him meant mostly hanging his head and not snarking back at the insults.

Meanwhile, Ghoul was chilling on the couch, slurping on a bag of blood. Or, well, he was pretending to chill anyway. Michael, he could live with, considering that the dude shared a ribcage with his very own Jiminy Cricket, but he wasn’t too sure about the other archangels. It was rare that one of them swung by, but it always put Ghoul on edge, feeling like he should have been hiding under the floorboards.

It annoyed him - he hadn’t lived like that in so long that the thought of going back to hiding and avoiding the light made him want to puke, even if it would only be for a few hours.

“We could simply burn the foetus out of it,” Raphael was suggesting, and Ghoul peered over the back of the couch to glare at the back of his head.

“It’s my child too, Raphael. Not to mention Adam’s.” Michael frowned. “I didn’t know any of us could get pregnant, but now that it has happened, I would rather keep it.”

Ghoul laid back down on the couch. At least Michael had some modicum of reason today, probably thanks to Adam. As he patted his own stomach, Ghoul wondered what he would do if it would come down to him or the child. If only one of them could live…

Ghoul would probably choose himself. Now, as for what Adam and Michael would choose…

“-be a way,” Raphael was saying when Ghoul zoned back in on the conversation. “Do you remember… what was his name… oh, right. Gadreel?”

Michael sounded like he was squinting when he said: “Vaguely.”

“He impregnated two human women, and both of them survived the birth. Now granted, those were not archangel nephilim, but it was one- well, two- of the only instances in which the mothers of any nephilim survived.”

“How did he do it?” Michael asked.

“When we interrogated him about it, he said that he had simply ‘not let them die’. I suppose that an angel could keep the body stable during the birth, either by possessing the person or by healing them. It wasn’t our top priority back then, so we didn’t really push for more detail.”

“Well, I’m not going to possess him.” Michael was silent for a moment. “Adam, he’s a ghoul, I don’t think I can possess him.”

Ghoul snorted. Those two were such weirdos, always talking amongst themselves. It wasn’t like Ghoul wanted that, like he wanted to have Michael in his noggin. He would probably be bitching the whole time, anyway. No, Sir, that was not something Ghoul wanted to experience, like, ever.

Just because Michael and Adam made it seem so weirdly intimate didn’t mean that he was jealous of them or anything.

“There’s not really anything more I can tell you, except that this is a colossal mistake,” Raphael said, and got up from his chair. “Now I need to get back to my work.”

“Of course, Raphael, th-” The rest of Michael’s sentence was lost to the loud rustling of wings. Michael sighed.

“Did you hear that?” he then called loudly.

Ghoul poked his head over the back of the couch again. “Yeah, yeah. Basically, I’m screwed unless you decide to be nice or whatever. So, should we call a coroner right away, or…?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t been feeding you every day just so you can die on us now. And besides, Adam and I won’t have time to take care of the child every minute of every day.”

So was Ghoul the family dog, or the nanny now? Maybe a mixture of both.

“Too gracious of you,” he grumbled.

“By the way, Adam has suggestions for the name of the child.”

“Let me guess: Kate if it’s a girl, and Gerard if it’s a boy.”

Michael seemed surprised. “Well… yes.”

“Figures.”

Adam already had a Mikey in his life, after all. And as for women, the guy was so fixated on his mom that it was a little creepy even to Ghoul. And he’d spent twenty years alone with his sister.

“We can go with Kate,” Ghoul said, “but we gotta talk about Gerard.”

“How about… Charles?” Michael asked.

Ghoul glared at him. “Seriously? Your dad fucking exploded you, and you want to name our kid after him?”

Michael looked away. “It was just a thought.”

A fucking stupid thought. “Might as well call the kid John,” Ghoul said acidly.

Michael hummed thoughtfully. “What was your father’s name?” he then asked.

“My dad? Well… we always called him dad.”

“Ah,” Michael said dryly.

“What? It’s not like we needed names, I mean, we were the only ghouls we even knew. Not much chance of confusing each other.”

“You never mentioned a mother.” That was Adam, who had apparently taken over again.

It was easy to differentiate the two - by the tone of their voice, and the way they held themselves. By now, Ghoul could even tell when they switched while fucking him from behind.

It was ridiculous to think that he had struggled with keeping them apart at one point.

“Oh,” Ghoul said, focusing back on the question. A mother. “I think dad got pregnant from sleeping with the husband of a dead lady he once ate. Ran into him at the cemetery, and he thought it was a dream or something. They banged on her grave.”

“Oh, so you have two dads,” Adam said wondrously.

“That guy isn’t my dad, he’s a sperm donor. I never even met him.”

“You know, our lives really aren’t that different…”

Except for the part where Adam hadn’t been forced to hide out in tombs and eat rotting corpses. But Ghoul kindly kept that to himself.

“So, can you ask your boyfriend what a nephilim baby is like?” Ghoul asked, trying to change the subject.

“First of all, he’s your boyfriend too,” Adam said. Michael continued: “And it’s ‘nephil baby’. Nephilim is the plural.”

“Okay, wise guy. Any other grammar suggestions, or can you answer the question already?”

“Well. To be honest, I don’t have much experience with nephilim. Not with letting them live, anyway.”

Ghoul turned over to groan into one of the couch cushions. “Oh, this is going to be an amazing time.”

“Okay, but are we sure that this is necessary?” Ghoul asked when the scalpel was about two inches from his belly.

“We’ve been over this, G.” Adam took one of Ghoul’s hands and squeezed it. “This is the only way we can ensure that she actually comes out.”

“Okay, but again, where has she even been growing if it’s not an organ meant to hold a kid, one that would be connected to-” Ghoul cringed and interrupted himself when the scalpel came closer again. “Fine, okay, yeah, can you just bring out the big guy now so I don’t, like, bleed out or whatever?”

Adam immediately traded with Michael, who had already been waiting just underneath their skin, buzzing with anticipation. It was part tension and part excitement, something that Adam could relate to very well.

This was the birth of their child, after all. Their little Kate.

As soon as Raphael brought the scalpel to Ghoul’s skin, he squeezed Michael’s hand so hard that Adam could feel grace pooling there to keep the bones from breaking.

Jesus Christ, Adam thought.

His birth was far less troublesome, I hear, Michael replied, an attempt at humour that Adam appreciated, though he wouldn’t have found it funny even if Ghoul’s life hadn’t been in danger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ghoul was chanting as Raphael cut him open. “Oh shit. Oh fuck. This is not fun, this is so not fun.”

“I could still knock you out,” Michael offered.

“I’M NOT MISSING THE BIRTH OF MY OWN CHILD, FUCK YOU, JUST LET ME BITCH ABOUT THIS!”

Michael blinked at him, even though he didn’t need to blink. “Right.”

“I suppose the anaesthesia failed,” Raphael commented dryly as he peeled layers of skin aside.

“I didn’t say it fucking hurts, I said it wasn’t fucking fun, y’all need to get off my case!!”

The way Ghoul was still squeezing their hand, it was clear that he was freaking out. Adam wanted to take over and talk to him, but if Michael wasn’t in control, then it would take longer for him to react if something happened. And that would probably freak Ghoul out even more.

“It’s okay, Raphael knows what he’s doing,” Michael said, surprisingly soothingly.

“Has he ever helped deliver a baby??”

The silence from both Michael and Raphael was very telling.

“I know exactly how the process works in both humans and countless other creatures,” Raphael said at last.

“Oh, good. A theoretician!”

“Keep still,” Raphael said, rather unnecessarily, since all of Ghoul’s body except one lower arm were strapped to the operating table. Even if he tried to, he could barely move.

“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this-” Ghoul kept cursing as Raphael worked, methodically and unphased by the less than content patient.

“You know, for someone who eats people, you have a very low tolerance for gore,” Michael commented, funnelling grace into him to make sure nothing vital was accidentally severed. Maybe it was another attempt at humour, but this time a misguided one.

“Fuck you, let’s see how you react if I- oh fuck, I forgot you like that.” Ghoul cringed when Raphael pushed some of his organs aside and fixed them with a retractor.

“We don’t have to talk about that here,” Michael hissed, stealing a glance at Raphael, who was obviously trying very hard not to listen. “But anyway, I thought since you like inflicting that sort of thing on people-”

“I’m a sadist, okay! Not a masochist! You know, like you, just the other way around!”

At least as long as Ghoul was yelling at Michael, he wasn’t focusing on his body being cut up, Adam supposed. For once, their tendency to argue seemed to work in their favour.

“I have been known to enjoy inflicting pain every now and then,” Michael said, more thoughtful than argumentative.

“Wait, for real? Are you a switch?” Ghoul gaped at him. “How did I not know that?”

“Well, as you said, you’re not a masochist. Adam is more open to it, as you should know, but it’s difficult to work with that when we share a body…”

They were interrupted by an odd sound - the wail of a baby, as Adam realised shortly before Michael moved their head in that direction. Raphael was holding a baby, covered in blood and mucus and falling tears. Adam could relate. If he’d just been ripped from a warm, cosy place, he would have been crying too.

“Shit. Fuck,” Ghoul said as he noticed that he couldn’t sit up to take his baby. “Take her and get me out of this! Wait, but heal me first…”

With another squeeze of his hand, Michael let more grace flow through Ghoul, and his wounds started closing up. Raphael stared at the spot he had cut before, then sighed and snapped his fingers. A retractor appeared next to him - oh, right, that had probably still been inside Ghoul.

“There, take it,” Raphael then said, and handed the baby over to Michael.

They had been researching lots of things the past few months, including how to properly hold a baby, so Michael knew what to do with his arms. But once little Kate was settled, he seemed to be at a loss, just staring down at her with wide eyes.

She’s beautiful, Adam said in their head.

“Why is she so filthy?” Ghoul asked aloud, finally free of the restraints and with his body mostly healed. He sat up to peer down at her.

“She just came out of your body.” Michael used his grace, and Kate’s body was instantly clean. She made a sound a bit like a giggle, as if the grace had tickled her.

“Okay. And why is she so scrungly?”

“So what?” Michael asked.

“You know. Lots of folds. Weird proportions. That sort of thing. Scrungly.”

“That’s not a word,” Michael muttered. “Also we literally looked at pictures of babies before, why are you surprised? They all look like this at first.”

“Sure, but she’s half angel. I kinda thought she’d come out looking like in those stained glass windows.”

“You thought she would look like a ridiculous human interpretation of the lowest class of angels?” Michael asked, offended. “She is not a Cherub!”

“Well, sorry for knowing jack shit about angels. Like it’s my fault!”

Guys… Adam sighed, and then remembered to take over the body. “Guys, can you chill for one minute? We have a daughter!”

That shut Ghoul up, and he peered down at little Kate again. “I know, just- it doesn’t feel real yet.”

“Do you want to hold her?” Adam would have loved to keep her for longer, but Ghoul hadn’t held her at all yet and he was the one who had carried her in his belly for nine months.

Ghoul hesitated, then very slowly and carefully took Kate from Adam.

He stared down at her. Kate was just starting to open her eyes - they were blue.

Ghoul immediately melted. “Just like her daddy.”

“All three of them,” Adam said, bemused. “She might even have blonde hair once she grows any.”

“If she wants to change it, I can always find meat with different hair for her.” Ghoul raised Kate higher on his chest, and frowned when she moved, making dissatisfied noises. “What does she want?”

“Maybe she’s hungry.” Adam had barely finished the sentence when a bottle of formula appeared in his hand, warm but not hot. “Thanks, bud.”

“Are you sure we wanna try that? She’s half ghoul, what if it upsets her stomach?” Ghoul complained, eyeing the bottle warily.

“Milk has never hurt you.”

“No, but her stomach is tiny. Look at her. She’ll have one drop of blood and be full.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Just try the formula.”

Reluctantly, Ghoul took the bottle, and brought it close to Kate’s face. At first, she didn’t seem to know what to do with it, and Adam was just starting to get scared that she wouldn’t be able to feed when her little mouth finally latched on to the plastic nipple. She sucked for a while, then unlatched, and Ghoul already wanted to put down the bottle when she went for it again, and drank more.

Adam watched, fascinated, as their little girl drank greedily. When she unlatched again, she coughed, and two pairs of hands were on her in a heartbeat. There were also three pairs of wings wrapped around all three - four - of them, and Michael channelled some grace through their hands into Kate.

She just drank too fast, Michael determined. It’s fine now.

“Our impatient little baby,” Adam cooed at her. “I wonder where she gets it from.”

He grinned at Ghoul, who raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, it’s a real mystery. Who was it again who needed Michael to smite that piece of burger in his throat last week?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Surprisingly, it was Michael who offered to try feeding her blood. They had enough of it in the fridge, but he claimed that fresh would be better, and so he cut open his and Adam’s thumb and gave it to Kate to suck on.

And suck she did, as eagerly as her dad always slurped his milkshakes, and only a little bit more messy.

“She really got Ads’ eating habits,” Ghoul commented, and Michael huffed out a laugh.

It was a soft sound that Ghoul didn’t get to hear from him very often, though the big guy had admittedly mellowed out more the bigger Ghoul’s belly had become.

“If she’s anything like him, she will be a tiny menace,” Michael said fondly, “asking questions all the time, and never being satisfied with the answers.”

Ghoul could almost hear Adam protesting, and the growing smile on Michael’s face told him that he was.

“And if she’ll be anything like me?” Ghoul batted his eyelashes at Michael, which he had to take as long as he didn’t pull the thumb out of Kate’s mouth, seeing as how Ghoul was still holding her.

Making a cute face was easy enough with Adam’s face, though Michael was a tough nut to crack. Apparently, Adam had never been one to use his adorableness for manipulative purposes, so Chicken Wings wasn’t used to seeing that kind of expression on him.

The first few months, it had seemed to weird Michael out more than anything, though over time he had stopped frowning at Ghoul with a disturbed expression on his face when he did it, at least.

“If she’s anything like you,” Michael started, and then seemed to think about it, “then we’ll need to monitor her at all times.”

Boo, boring. “We need to do that anyway,” Ghoul muttered.

“True, for the first few years. But if she’s as cunning and manipulative as you are, then she will probably take over the world once she’s older.”

Ghoul blushed, and tampered down a smile. Michael had never complimented him that way before.

“Well, if she’s anything like you, then her rule will be bloody and full of terror,” Ghoul flirted back, inching closer so their mouths were almost touching.

“You’re all sick,” Raphael’s bored voice cut between them. “I’ll be going, before I see something that will haunt me for the rest of my existence.”

With a rustle of wings, he was gone. Truth be told, Ghoul had kind of forgotten that he’d even still been there.

“Who pissed in his Cheerios,” Ghoul muttered, and rocked Kate a little. She seemed tired, her eyes drooping, but she still sucked every now and then on her papa’s thumb.

“In the end, I suppose she will be like all of us, but also like none of us,” Michael said thoughtfully. “She will be her own person.”

“With her own issues,” Ghoul said cheerfully. “She even gets to have daddy issues times three!”

Michael scowled at him. “Why would she have issues with us?”

“Dunno, man, but being the kid of an archangel who tried to end the world, the dude from Minnesota who was ready to help him, and a ghoul who ate that dude from Minnesota once sounds to me like it’s predestined for some kinds of issues.”

“She has three fathers who love her, and none of which will die or vanish under mysterious circumstances,” Michael argued.

“Unless you decide to smite me one day.”

“If you go to Purgatory, I can just get you back.” Michael narrowed his eyes at Ghoul. “You’re not getting out of your responsibilities that easily.”

Ghoul couldn’t help it, he laughed. The baby in his arms seemed startled, and she let go of Michael’s thumb, but then she just closed her eyes and cuddled against Ghoul’s still shaking chest.

Yes, Kate would have many reasons to have issues, but Michael was right: She would also be loved. Maybe even forever and ever.

[annachum]

If Namor x Shuri were to actually become canon

I can totally see them having a slow burn former foes/rivals/political allies to lovers dynamic

Like :

. Being political allies had them work together in diplomacy and international relations related matters and such and find that they have even more in common than one may think

. Namor got his eyes opened to even more types of surface dwellers and realizes that....not all of them are like the Spanish colonisers that killed his dad 🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺😭😭

. Namor eventually admitting that he feels guilty for inadvertently causing Ramonda's death ( THE ANGST )

. EVERYONE IN TALOCAN KNOWS THAT NAMOR IS SMITTEN WITH SHURI AT FIRST SIGBT

. That received mixed feelings from the Talokanis ( some are more hesitant, some others just joined the shipping boat )

. Shuri at first doesn't feel exactly the dame way yet gradually became torn between her growing attraction to Namor and tormented from even THINKING of forgiving Namor who inadvertently caused Ramonda's death ( THE ANGSSSTTTTT )

. The two eventually start to wear elements of each other's home domains' clothing at times in front of each other. They told their cohorts that it is ' to persuade Wakandans/Talocans even more ' YET ALL THE TALOKANIS KNEW HE AINT SLICK and some Wakandans picked that up too.

. Nakia understands how Shuri feels throughout the whole thing and tries her best to support and watch over her through the whole thing

. Riri ( who became an online friend of Shuri's after BP 2 ) was all like a hype woman like, ' GIRL THAT DUDE IS MF DRAGON AND HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU HIS MOM'S BRACELET '

Shuri : (in a facetime with Riri )Uh, Riri, we are just political allies, NOTHING MORE.

Riri :Yeah? Well, uh, how do you explain you SUDDENLY wearing more green jewelry that I see on your Instagram posts, hm? Care to explain?

Shuri : * face red * Uh.....

. Both suddenly found even more common ground in their shared hatred for Valentina Fontaine aka Madame Hydra

. Namor : Valentina is what us Talokanis call (in Mayan ) a piece of rotten fish

Shuri : * laughs loudly * Ku, I think she looks like a pig in some freaky Kardashian wig?

Namor : Are the Kardashians like.....the land people's version of nobility or something?

Shuri : * proceeds to show Namor some pics and clips of Keep up with the Kardashians *

Namor : * grimaces and laughs * Such vulgar behavior and dress style! And land people actually LIKE these stuff?!

Shuri : Yeah, well, SOME. Not me. I just heard stuff from some others and just laugh about it.

Namor and Shuri : * both roll over with laughter *

Aneka : * from a distance watching and excitedly filming the interaction *

Okoye : * watches with Aneka yet shakes her head with exasperation and being like ' I'm watching you, sea dragon man ' and trying to help Ankea contain her suppressed laughter *

. Thor ( whom I think that Namor will be friends with sometime after BP 2, or they are friends already before that )basically becomes a hype man for Namor and offers some advice on how to ' court a mortal lady '

' You should swim up to the shore, send her flowers, and just write love letters '

' Uh, wear more purple jewelry? My friends in Wakanda LOVR purple jewelry. '

' Maybe show her that you are actually good with kids!'

Namor : * groans * Thunder man, I appreciate your advices, yet Shuri is not like your lover Lady Foster. Plus, I have an army of nieces and nephews from both sides of my household tree that reside in different parts of the ocean and they ALL have a way to drive people nuts.

. And then when, after some time, Namor and Shuri FINALLY got together

Riri, Aneka and Thor just high five each other

Okoye just goes ' Hurt her again, and you're good as filleted ' to Namor

M'Baku basically just TRIES to challenge Namor in ' a series of challenges to prove that he is worthy of Princess Shuri ' yet Shuri was all like, ' Well, he passed them all before, has he not?' with a big smirk on her face.

🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

[thesconesyard]

I’m so far behind 🫤

Underneath the Western Sky

8. Prancing in the Moonlight

McCoy stood in the yard before the house and looked around. Jim had decided after the previous summer’s successful party, that it should become an annual thing. Everyone from the neighboring ranches had come and many folks from in town. It had been loud and raucous and a great way for the crew on the ranch to move on from all the bad that happened with Khan and Marcus and Krall.

The next afternoon and evening the yard would be full of dancing and music and laughing and good food. Nearly everything was set up already as McCoy looked. All that was needed was to bring wood around for the fire pit where they would once again be roasting a pig.

A small noise sounded by McCoy’s boots and he looked down at the small cat looking up at him.

“You probably won’t like all those people around,” he told Franklin. “Have to watch out for your tail all night.”

“I knew it!”

McCoy turned around to see Jaylah coming up behind him.

“You do love Franklin!” she teased.

“No!” McCoy said in mock indignation. “That little furball! Never!”

Jaylah laughed as she leaned down and scooped up the little furball. Franklin bumped his head against her and purred. McCoy reached over and scratched under the cat’s chin.

“Keenser says the weather will be perfect tomorrow,” Jaylah told McCoy.

“It’ll be a long day,” McCoy cautioned, knowing all the work that would go into roasting the pig the next day. It would be an early start.

“Yes,” Jaylah agreed, “but I can not wait!”

McCoy looked around the dancing couples from where he stood chatting with Dr. M’Benga. The music was lively and everyone he saw was smiling happily. He was lighthearted himself. The band finished the song they were playing.

“There you are,” Christine said as she walked up to the two doctors out of the crowd.

“Ahh, I’m sorry Leonard,” Dr. M’Benga said. “I promised Christine a dance.”

“Of course,” McCoy replied heartily, not put out at all. “Have fun!”

Christine led the way and McCoy looked around again trying to spot Scotty. He had disappeared earlier in the evening when Robbie had arrived. The other Scott brother had ridden in from town in a borrowed wagon, a woman McCoy couldn’t quite place at his side.

There went Robbie. The Scotsman danced across McCoy’s vision with the woman he had come with. But where was Scotty?

Jaylah danced by with Chekov before McCoy finally saw his partner laughing with Sulu near the food tables. The tables were groaning from all the things everyone had brought to share. McCoy made his way towards them.

“There ye are Len!” Scotty grinned when he noticed McCoy. His smile pulled McCoy close and he slipped an arm around the doctor’s waist. McCoy raised a brow at the glass in Scotty’s hand. How much had he already had?

“Who is that with Robbie?” McCoy asked the question he’d been wondering all evening.

“Mrs. MacSamond,” Sulu answered.

“Mrs. MacSamond?” McCoy asked, feeling his brow rising again.

“She’s a widow,” Scotty said quickly.

“Of course Robbie found the other Scottish person around here,” Sulu laughed.

“Nae lad,” Scotty laughed. “She was born back east. Her husband was the one born back home.”

“Now I know her,” McCoy said, the woman’s familiar face recognized at last. “Ranch on the other side of town?”

“Yep,” Sulu said.

“He’s a quick mover ain’t he?” McCoy asked Scotty with a nudge to his ribs.

Scotty shook his head and looked resigned for a moment. “Aye.”

“You wanna dance?” McCoy asked as the song finished and the crowd cheered the band again.

“Sure,” Scotty said, peering around McCoy. “Do you know someone who wants to?”

Sulu laughed loudly and McCoy rolled his eyes.

The firelight was dying down and the band was packing up their instruments. Wagons could be heard rumbling away mixed with hoof beats. McCoy held Scotty close and swayed with him to the last notes of music still echoing towards the hills.

“Suppose we should help with some of the cleaning up,” Scotty said in a soft voice.

McCoy made a noise, which was muffled against Scotty’s neck where he had tucked his face.

“I know love,” Scotty whispered.

McCoy lifted his head at a stumbling sound. Jaylah was practically carrying Chekov as they walked towards the house. Scotty chuckled as they watched.

“Head in you two,” Jim called towards them.

“But—” Scotty began.

“We’ll do it in the morning,” Jim said, waving a hand dismissively.

“And I’ll keep an eye on this for a bit,” Sulu added from by the fire pit.

“Len?” Scotty whispered.

“Let’s go,” McCoy answered. He pulled himself up straight, grabbed Scotty’s hand and led the way to their cabin. The day had been long, just like he had promised Jaylah and all he wanted was a soft pillow under his head and a warm Scotsman at his side.

“Night!” Jim’s voice followed them. McCoy waved a hand over his head in response, but kept moving.

“It was a bonnie night,” Scotty mumbled.

“Yes it was,” McCoy agreed. He glanced over as a beam of moonlight lit Scotty’s face. “Yes it was,” he repeated to himself.

[gluttonygirls]

Blearily blinking away as the morning light comes through the window, I slowly drag myself to consciousness. The groggy haze of my mind tries to lull my back to sleep, but pushing through the fog I stir. Opening my bleary eyes, I take in my surroundings.

I’m seated on a bed, slumped forward over myself. It’s an enormous thing, three times the size of an Alaskan King Bed. Lifting my head past the comforting red sheets, I catch sight of the sheer beg hangings that surrounded it. The rest of the room was vague through them, only letting sunlight from the window enter. I knew that there was furniture laid out for the other residents of the house, but that hardly mattered to me.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

Sitting up straighter, I wince as the mattress springs creak underneath me. My stay at this place had changed me.

Gone was the little woman that had entered this place. I was outrageously fat. Clad in nothing but my underwear, I could only look down at my huge self. My legs were splayed out in front of her, huge doughy limbs that were layered in fat. Each thigh alone was bigger than most people could get their arms around, with my heavy belly falling between them, resting against the mattress. It was huge and weighty, a dome that tried to tug me forward even as I sat back on my fat ass. 

Sighing, my bloated bust rising and falling, two watermelon sized mounds that kept my breathing slow and lustful despite my feelings.

The other thing keeping me in place was the ribbons tied around my wrist. Holding my arms above my head, squishing my fatty biceps against the sides of my face, it only made me feel more hoggish as I was kept helpless.

Waiting, I knew what was coming soon. Sure enough, the telltale clicking of metal wheels sounded outside my room, and I heard the door open. A wide, wide shadow passed by the curtain around my bed, pushing a rattling metal cart. A set up tubby fingers pulled back the curtain, and there I saw my captor.

“Awake already, are we? Normally I would have to waft a doughnut under that nose of yours to wake you~”

Giggling to herself as she sat on the edge of the bed, Yukari hummed in delight. She was enormous, a landwhale of a woman that could probably crush a couch underneath her. Even fatter than me, the top heavy woman’s huge shape could make any woman jealous... so long as you only paid attention to her breasts twice the size of pumpkins.

Lifting up a leg as thick as most barrels, she giggled as she climbed up closer to me, pressing herself against my wide side. “Someone is finally starting to get used to my attention. That’s why I thought we might do something special for a change~”

Another should passes by the other side of my bed, just as wide as Yukari’s silhoutte, and I stare as the curtain is pulled back.

“Long time no see~”

I stare. I know this person, as hugely fat as they are. Watching as their ten foot width squishes down on the other side of the bed, squashing into my other side. Tohru was an old friend, one I had asked to help me gain. She’d recommended I come here to put on a few pounds.

...That was when Yukari had captured me, and fed me relentlessly ever since.

“Sorry if it was a surprise when Miss Yukari caught you, but I knew she’d treat you well! I just thought that this place would be perfect!”

“Considering you’re such a pig~”

I stare at her change in attitude, wincing as one of her hands goes to my gut, rubbing in small circles. I try to protest, to say I’m not a pig I’m a person, but I’m cut off as Yukari’s hand comes to my mouth. Huffing and grunting around a mouthful of pastry, I fight to swallow it down, gasping as I caught a chance to breath.

“Oh, don’t be so nasty to her! She’s be a lovely bit of livestock~” Giving my belly a pat, Yukari smirked. “Most people still try to spit food out after the first couple of days, but she started to scarf it down within the first hour~”

The two of them giggle, and I can’t stop myself from flushing with shame as she feeds me another treat. Swallowing down a dense slice of pie, Tohru’s hand cups my face as she pushes a brownie past my lips. Then Yukari lifts up a wedge of pie... and stops just short of my lips.

Tohru looks at her curiously, but Yukari doesn’t say anything, just leaving the slice in front of me. The mix of apple filling and whipped cream fills my nose, suffices the inside of my mouth. I swallow a bit of drool, staring at it as a piece drips down onto my gut. I lean forward, trying to take a bite, but it’s just out of my reach.

My stomach gurgles.

“I...I need it... p... please...”

Cackling with glee as I bed, Yukari clamps her hand around my face, forcing me to swallow it without chewing. My cheeks bulge as I fight to get it down, gasping as I manage it. The two of them are ecstatic, giggling and squishing even closer to me, their weights pushing me against the headboard of the bed as they fed me faster and faster.

I could barely pay attention to what passed my lips, lost in a sea of calories. I only know the warmth of their heavy bodies squashing me down into the bed, watching as my stomach crept forward inch by inch. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, no more food comes. I groan and belch, hiccupping and burping to try and make space in my gut. 

“You did a super duper good job with her~”

Leaning up against me, kissing the curve of my belly, I watch as Tohru’s massive hips sway back and forth in delight, the entire bed creaking and swaying as her weight shifted about. Bringing a hand to her absurdly gigantic chest, Yukari tutted.

“Don’t praise me. She’s been an exceptional pig. But she has a long way to go until she’s as big as this mattress~”

A spike of panic stirs me from my stupor, but the pounds upon pounds of food in my belly lull me back against the bed. Yukari titters with laughter as she leans up over me, squishing my head between her boobs. The entire world is lost to me, but as she moves away from smothering me, my arms are free. Flopping against my sides, my bingo wings clapping against my love handles, she giggles.

“We’ll have more fun with that later. For now, you can have a nice nap.”

The two of them stand up, pulling back the curtain as they wobble off. As they pass by, I hear one last thing before a food coma claims me.

“Could I invite some friends over to have lunch with her~?”