#have to put ALL the tw tags on this bitch DAMN

[zerogutzz]

more inscryption art :333333

[fillinforlater]

(T)highly likely

Male Reader x Choi Lia

Length: 1234 words

Tags: dialogue only, smut, professor/student dynamic, basically prostitution, sex for a favor, good student/bad girl, degradation, overstimulation, dirty talk, bullet vibrator, clit stimulation, clit play, biting, marking, fondling tits, thigh fucking, cumming on thighs, thigh kink?, bimbofication, wet orgasms, dom/sub dynamics, professor!You

TW: dialogue only, barely edited

Inspiration: studying sucks, @midnightdancingsol does not. They just told me to and my "brain" came up with something

(A/N: it ain't much, but I hope y'all like my 111 fic xD)

“Professor, I need three points.”

“Good morning, Miss Choi. Sit down first, please. There is no need to hurry.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“It’s rare for you to be so stressed and blunt; did something happen? Did anyone—did I misgrade your latest exam?”

“It’s not that, it’s just—look, Professor, I read your reasoning and then I reread it and I understand it, but it’s not enough, you know?”

“I do not know, Miss Choi? If I remember correctly, your latest exam was very good, and you definitely don’t need to panic about any of your grades. You are one of the best in this field.”

“But it’s not enough! ‘Very good’ and ‘one of the best’ is not it. Professor, it’s just not enough. I need to be at the top.”

“Miss Choi, this is not high school. You should be old enough to accept that in this University, being on your level is great, excellent even! If you keep these grades up your future will not be in peril. I think you can live with not ‘winning’ an imaginary competition.”

“Three points.”

“Hm?”

“I calculated it. Miss Shin gave me all her grades and all I need are three points to pass her, so—”

“Miss Choi, if you believe that I will give you these three points and thereby risk my integrity and future at this facility just so you can have your childish feel-good award, then you are very wrong. I ask you to lea—”

“I offer myself, my body, for three points.”

“Miss Choi—!”

“You can do everything you want, touch me and fuck me however you like!”

“Miss Choi—!”

“I know how to keep a secret, and I swear, I’m so good at—”

“Miss Choi, shut it! I think you are incredibly moronic for even suggesting this. This offer, for something so insignificant, laughable…

“But if you want to sell your body for some points, then I recommend you wear clothing befitting of a whore. This will not do, I can barely see the benefits of your offer. Return only if you’ve put some effort into it, even better, forget about this all. I don’t believe you are stupid enough for this.”

“I-I…”

“Now get out.”

#

“Hello, Professor.”

“Good evening, Miss Ch—now that is more like it.”

“So~ you like what you see?”

“I like your commitment to your new, real self.”

“My ‘real self’? What do you—hng!”

“You are a slut, Lia, a whore, selling her body for favors. I’m sure this is just the beginning. From now on you will do it over and over again.”

“T-that’s not true! I-I’m smart enough to—”

“If you were truly smart, you wouldn’t accept my hand under that skimpy dress; you’d run out screaming at the touch of my tongue on your clavicle and chest. But no, you even start to moan and become wet. Your thong is already drenched.”

“Professor~”

“Turn around, Lia. Pull up that dress and show what you’re selling. 

“God, the first time I saw a glimpse of your thighs on campus I knew you’d one day realize their value. Damn, even your butt is quite nice.”

“Is it worth three points~?”

“We’ll see about that. Lia, do you know what this is?”

“A bullet vibrator, Pro~fessor.”

“Put it on your clit. Now.”

“O-of course. Ah, fuck!”

“Don’t control your moans. Curse and don’t stop pressing it down on your clit. I want you to tremble, tremble like the nympho bitch you want to be.”

“Ahhh, Professor, I, I—”

“You are so fucking needy already? Show me! Show me how you cum and wet your fat thighs while I—”

“N-no, I’m so close~!

“Ah, not my tits!

“Professor, I—Ahhh!”

“Look at you! I’m groping your bimbo tits for one second and you are already squirming and squeezing your juices out. Lia, I bet you are hornier than I am.

“Let me question your intentions: Is this really about the three points or do you have some kind of fetish for this?”

“P-points, Professor, just—hng—points!

“Not there, ah!”

“Tell the truth, Lia. I won’t be as gentle with your clit… or your throat… or your blonde hair, you fucking slut.”

“It feels so good~”

“Answer the question, slut!”

“No, I-I’m cumming a-again! Yes, right there, oh God, yes—

“H-hey, no! Why did you stop?”

“You know exactly why. I’m totally down for not letting you cum the rest of the night, hell, even the entire weekend. Your disappointed, needy face underneath those blonde curtains is quite attractive.”

“Hmph, you’re an asshole, Professor.”

“For wanting the truth?”

“For… for not finishing it.”

“Well, the chances of your next orgasm rise the faster you answer my question. Come on, Lia, you are smart enough to know this.”

“F-fine, fucking fine!

“Yes, I need the three points, b-but you… is what I really want.”

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“You want to sell yourself to me?”

“Y-yes…?”

“That did not sound very convincing.”

“Yes! Yes, I want, I need men like you, Professor. I-I don’t get satisfied by anything else anymore.”

“Very good. I like your honesty. However, I think the basis for our agreement has changed. You should be begging for me to use you, to not ignore you—but I will be merciful today.”

“Ah, fuck, that hurts! Pr-professor, what are you doing?”

“I’m marking you. I’m going to use you however I like until you get your degree. You will come to all of my readings, study hard and then I will use your curvy body and pretty face all night.

“Sounds good?”

“People will see the mark, they’ll ask questions!”

“Oh please, as if a girl like you doesn’t get laid and likes it rough. Now stop complaining, the bite suits you.”

“B-but I—oh my God! Hm, fuck!”

“Moan, Lia. I’m tired of hearing your complaints.”

“S-so—ahhh—sorry!”

“Pull the top of your dress down. I want it wrapped around your slutty little waist while I wrap my fingers around your smooth and tiny throat.

“Your tits bouncing while you ride the vibrator… it’s kinda cute. Now drool on them. Make them as wet as your thighs.”

“Professor, ugh.”

“Only moans. Scream when you’re about to—”

“Hm, ahh! Ahh, fu-fuck!”

“You’re such a whore, fuck, cumming like a waterfall down those thighs.”

“Pro-professor~ I can’t stop!

“Wha— wait, oh my God! You look so big!”

“Your thighs are so soft, even softer than they look. I’ll use them like the rest of your body, all the fucking time, fuck!”

“I-It’s huge~”

“Look as it leaves your fat fucking thighs. Imagine me splitting you open with it, hitting all your sensitive spots again and again, while I pull your hair.”

“P-pull it now, please.”

“What?”

“Pull my hair, Professor, please!

“Ah, ahhh!”

“Your hips are already… w-working in tandem with mine. Your entire body was made for milking me.”

“You have to try my mouth at some point.”

“And your ass.”

“M-m-my ass?!”

“Lia, I will use every inch of your body. You will have cum everywhere, your skin will shimmer white, even your insides will be white—and I’ll start with those round trunks.”

“Oh Lord, Professor! It-it’s so warm, ah! So much cream, I—”

“I could fuck those thighs again and again, they are as perfect as a pussy.

“Get on your knees.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Clean my cock.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Be my personal slut.”

“Yes~ Professor~”

[bucknastysbabe]

The Handler ★ 2001 ★ I think, therefore I am

Rating: Explicit:

Tags: TW!!! HTP, Bucky being abused by strike team, manipulative relationship, Stockholm aspects/soldier is truly incapable of consent, Hydra!reader, handler!reader, sub!bucky, prostate milking, caretaking, touch starveddddd, Bucky has a Bad Thought.

A/N: Working on bigger stuff and needed a break so threw this up and goin to attempt some asks

You had the mission debrief typed out and printed for your meeting with Pierce. Every time the asset was utilized he requested a personal meeting with you. They usually were short and blunt, sometimes he’d needle you for any shortcomings but you held strong.

Getting up and stretching, your back clicked from sitting at this wretched desk all day. You’d go change and hit the gym made for the Strike boys. Emphasis on boys. You hated the childish mongrels, often catcalling or making dirty remarks about your precious star.

There were other women, but few and far between with this level of clearance. You clicked down long gray hallways toward the locker rooms. Somewhere to the left is where they held your boy. He was in cryo recuperating. You had sucked him off in your chair last time before sending the asset onwards.

Scanning your card you entered the desolate woman’s lockers. You tried to keep your thoughts from returning to swollen pink lips and teary blue eyes, chanting commander over and over and over. Changing into a black sweatsuit you grabbed a small towel and headed to the training room/gym.

Your mouth twisted in horror at the sight surrounding the ‘pen’ as they liked to call it. Where agents could spar with each-other. Your precious boy was once again bloodied and bruised up, fighting off three of the men. Rumlow howled while waving cash, “Last one standing gets his ass!” The others laughed and hooted.

The asset was animalistic, eyes wide and nostrils flared. He was likely confused being so soon ripped out of cryo with no chair, no mission. He grabbed a man’s head and started bashing it into the padding of the ground, the other two realizing then Soldier was in fight mode.

You barked, “Soldat! Soldier!”

He was still slamming the guys head into a bloody pulp, snarling and wild. Rumlow shouted, “Get back get back, I have the stick! Fuck!” You hopped over the railing and advanced on Rumlow, “You stupid fucking pig! He’s not a goddamn toy! This documentation is going to be a nightmare.”

The soldier wiped his bloody titanium on his thigh, slowly looking up at you and Rumlow. The young and arrogant leader scoffed, “Just a bit of fun, didn’t know he was going to go psycho!” You waved your hands in anger, eyes flickering down to the stun baton in Brock’s hand. You seethed quietly, stumbling over your English in anger, “You put in chair first! Blyat.”

“I see it as a good way to get the weak ones out. It’s called bonding you stone cold commie bitch.”

You clenched your fists and swallowed back another angry tirade.

“Get the fuck out of my sight and get a goddamn crew out here Rumlow. That’s an order.”

He scoffed again and swaggered off, leaving you with your boy and the remains of some shit stain of an agent. He looked up at you with deceptively wide eyes, face splattered with blood. In that soft tone of his he uttered, “They told me to fight.”

Carding your fingers through blood-tacked hair you agreed, “They did. Weren’t supposed to but they did. You did what was asked. Come on, follow me.” You knew there were cameras and microphones all over this gym so you kept the pet names to a minimum.

It was a chore having to pull out the listening devices in your office weekly.

Soldat followed along, arms clasped in front, breathing heavily. You’d get him washed in the woman’s showers. Not the damn hose they usually sprayed your baby with. You stated, “Even if it seems real, don’t kill another agent. That looks bad on you and therefore me, okay? You want me to be your handler, yes?”

He nodded, “Only you. Order noted.”

Once inside the lockers you configured the clearance up a notch for security reasons. Brock knew to let you deal with him, no matter how jealous the prick was. Your pretty boy was only clad in his cryo suit, a tight black thing constraining his huge muscles. “Turn sweetheart,” you said.

You unzipped him, frowning at his mottled back and hips. “Soldier, maintenance check.” He stepped out of the rest of the suit while listing off.

“Total functions at 80%. Mentally, confusion and fear are interfering with typical functions. Physically, contusions and bruises, fifth metacarpal fracture, superior labial frenulum tear.”

You sat him down and kneeled between his thighs, sliding your thumb across the torn piece that swelled his upper lip up. The asset grunted but remained still. You hissed, “They do not get it. A bunch of silly boys. I’m sorry they woke you up for this nonsense.”

“I did not mean to kill Agent 0447 I thought the objective was to eliminate until one was left.”

He looked so sad. They’d still give your baby a hard time for this. You caressed a bruised cheek and cooed, “Rumlow should know better. Perfect soldier like you deserves better than shoddy unplanned orders.”

“Yes commander,” he said, so quietly. You hated how despondent the soldier had been lately. He needed maintenance but all they had was the chair, nothing for the human locked inside the weapon.

That’s what Soldat was created to be though. The fist of Hydra. He was a powerful weapon. You were growing weak. Vasily would chide you for this. You couldn’t make yourself care at the moment.

“You need to wash. I’ll help you,” you said.

All of the stalls were furnished with soaps, brushes, and towels. You stripped down yourself, quick and ungainly. Going to the furthest stall you turned on the water, hot as can be for him. The asset liked to be warm and rarely had the chance.

You stepped in and beckoned, “C’mon then precious star, need to get you cleaned up.” He padded over, seeming to melt under the hot spray with a sigh. There wasn’t much room for the two of you, his bulk taking up the space. He wouldn’t have to do a thing.

You first grabbed a scrub brush and asked for the arm, gently getting the encrusted blood out of the grooves. Soldat shifted a bit, clenching his jaw tight. You thought the arm was a work of art, he hated it with a passion without even uttering the words.

“Good boy,” you murmured.

Next came the shampoo, you moving soldat to the tiny built in bench. He ogled your body, fingertips twitching to touch. Your boy’s cock, hanging heavy between his thighs was beginning to plump up.

You shampooed his dark hair, washing out the blood, grease, and sweat. He moaned low in his chest, enjoying the gentle scratching of your nails. You rambled, “Can’t believe they gave that young asshole clearance to even breathe near you. I’m sorry sweet baby.”

You scratched at his lower scalp, earning a hiss when you scraped over a bad bruise. You apologized quickly and moved him back under the shower spray, rinsing the suds out. Next was the soap and towel, you methodically washing every part of him as gentle as possible.

You’d get his privates last.

Coming up from his feet and shins rubbed a hand down the soldier’s flank. He was trembling and whining under his breath, turned on by all the good touch. You breathed, “Almost there precious star, be good, you’ll get a reward.”

“I- I don’t deserve one,” he moaned.

Furrowing your brow you cursed in Russian before snapping, “You did nothing wrong. You didn’t know. Look at you now, being so good for commander. Hush.”

You rinsed the towel and soaped it up again, getting his swollen cock and balls soapy. Soldat whimpered and braced his clacking left arm on the wall. “Soon, soon precious.” You moved the rag around the scrub from taint to his tailbone, earning another warbled cry.

You turned him under the spray and placed your hands on huge pectorals, praising, “All done. My sweet boy. I’m giving you the chance for a reward, but that’s up to you.” He shivered again when you placed a soft kiss on his sternum.

The soldier seemed to be weighing his options, jaw clicking, puffy lip poked further out. His cock was leaking and almost purple. Your baby begged, “Please, anything Commander. I’ll do better next time.”

“You did fine, get a towel and lean against the bench.” He knew what you meant, placing a pillow for his bruised knees. They were already healing but the best deserved the best. You padded to your locker to get a comb. Your hair was short right now so the asset would get a nice brush.

He was almost purring as you combed through dark locks, working through knots fine and gentle. With the aid of some hair oil. It hung in loose waves now, gorgeous just like him. You cooed, “Beautiful boy. No one could make a face that pretty if they tried.” He shivered and eyed you over a thick shoulder.


Using the oil from earlier you slicked up your fingers and his asshole, sliding around the twitching pucker. Baby was eager for it, bending and spreading out for you. He whimpered in broken languages under his breath, droplets on pale skin shining under the bright white light.

You breached him with two of your slim fingers, easing your way inside his tight channel. The brunette’s breathing was tight and short. Your other hand slid down his back, commanding him to relax some. “I’ve got you, любовь, I’ve got you.” You didn’t mean for the Russian to slip and mentally chided yourself— getting too lost in the job.

Your fingers slid deeper, probing for his prostate. The strained gasp and glob of pre hitting the tile notified you’d found the organ. You massaged it in deep strokes, pressing your thumb on his taint to really milk your baby. The asset gripped at the metal bench, digging indents already. He whimpered softly, head tossing back and forth.

“Mhm, don’t think about a damn thing. Focus on my fingers, how your commander is proud, how good it feels. Been a while since I really milked you good hm Soldier?”

He was making a mess all over the floor, cock streaming rivers of pent up seed. He eyed you in the reflection of the walls, looking wrecked. You pressed a kiss to his tailbone, staying at your lethargic pace. It would be intense but you needed your star to relax.

You spotted a string of drool leaving swollen lips, the soldier’s intense eyes gone lax and hazy. He writhed on your fingers, mewling like a whore. The supersoldier strung out a moan, “T-thank youuuu, thank youuu.” Tears joined his cum on the floor.

You smiled, comforting him by pressing your heat and tits against his back. Now nuzzled near his thick neck you purred, “Of course. Such a perfect soldier. Hydra’s greatest creation. Oh commander adores you so much sweet star.”

He sniffled and whined harder, hitching sobs wracking his frame. You whispered, “C’mon precious boy, my good boy, get it all out and you can get some sleep Hm? Don’t have to worry about those pigs.”

He nodded jerkily, whining a weak, “For you commander, yesyes!”

You dug harder into his prostate, milking it quicker, massaging from the outside just as frantic. The weapon began to fell apart with choppy sobs, cock pulsing and twitching before unloading onto the floor. You awed at the amount, cooing more praise.

He’d worked out two more big loads before whimpering, “T-thank you, oh, oh, yes commander, yes thank you.” Which was code for I’m done. He couldn’t comprehend disobeying direct orders, especially from you. You planted little kisses along his wet cheeks, playing with those dark waves before sitting back and cleaning yourself off, wiping the floor down.

He stayed put, panting and spent. You sat for a couple of minutes, rubbing his upper back. In a reluctant whisper you said, “C’mon soldier, time to get dressed and back to Cryo. You’ll feel a lot better now.” He nodded blearily, shaking too hard to put it on. You took over, helping your star into the tight suit, brushing back wild locks.

“Pretty boy. Let’s go.”

You stuffed the ruined towel in your belongings, intending to retrieve it later. You felt his presence locking in on you during the slow walk to the chamber. You knew he wanted to ask a question.

“Speak soldat.”

“If I’m the greatest creation then why do they treat me like that?,” he asked, face devoid of emotion. You stopped in your tracks, growing stiff. You weren’t prepared for this. This is why the chair was important, awful as it was.”

In a measured voice you said, “Because they’re untrained ignorant bastards who abuse power that they wish they could have. I will speak with the director on this treatment. Go on now, sleep well dear star.”

He frowned but stepped into the chamber, hands clasped at his back. You watched through the small window, mouth pinched. Pierce was going to smell the weakness on you and strike like the snake he was. Then two more heads would take your place.

[mamayan]

May we get an nsfw Drabble or one shot for stepbrother spinner/pervy fem reader?

Absolutely, enjoy nonnie!♥️ The entire time I wrote this, I couldn’t stop thinking about that one porno that turned into a fucking comedy, where the girl is a life guard and the dude is in a bathtub and he goes “this isn’t a beach this a bathtub!” and she goes “I know and I think we should have sex,” and the guy is just confused and is like “…alright I guess…” lmfao

Stepbro! Spinner x Stepsis! Reader

tw: NSFW • Blowjob (double?) • Stepcest themes (not biological siblings) • Dub-con • Degradation • Brat! Reader • Fem! Reader

Tag: @sharpcheddarcheese

“S-stop! M’gonna tell ye’r ma if you don’t—ngh, wait please—!,” his claws scrape the wood flooring beneath him, Shuichi pathetically weak to your touch as you teasingly smile up at him.

How could you even do this? It’s wrong. On all the levels, it’s wrong. His dad would kill him, descale him and turn him into a pair of boots just to stomp him some more.

Apparently his dad isn’t enough to make him go soft, not when your pink little tongue licks up his shafts, your smaller hands wrapped around both to squish them together so you could wiggle your tongue between both. “Fuckkkk,” he’s about to pass out, or cum, or both. Embarrassingly he’s extremely close and you’ve hardly touched him yet. His teeth are bared aggressively but it does nothing to deter you. If anything, you become more emboldened by his fight to deny this, to deny you.

“What’s wrong Shu~♡ Not ready to drop the family act yet?” You swirled your tongue over the head of one of his cocks, chuckling as he groans low in his throat. His hips twitching up a little and smearing some pre-cum across your lips and cheek. The sight of his little sister laying her upper body in his lap to tease his cocks is too much. You could easily tell by how he trembled beneath you.

You were at it again. Vehemently disagreeing to even call him family when his dad had married your mom. You used to hate him, but his charm wasn’t in his ability to battle back against you. It was in his reliability, his loyalty and protectiveness.

It’s just you never wanted him to feel that way only because he saw you as his sister. That pissed you off. His desire for “family” cute but not when it was directed at you in that way.

“Please, this, we need to stop— fuck,” he’s panting, as you slip one inside your mouth and hollow out your cheeks to suck gently. He looks ruined and you’ve hardly played with him yet.

You release his cock with an audible pop and grinned up at him. “You keep saying we as if I give a damn about your stupid family ideals. How’s this? We can be a real family Shu, how about you marry me? That would make it true.” You laugh as he chokes on his own saliva, looked more than a little angry at your words.

“‘Ya shouldn’t say that shit so easy idiot!” A clawed hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, intent on pulling you off finally, but when you let a fat drop of spit fall from your lips onto his cock, he freezes.

“The idiot is you Shu,” you mutter before finally taking one cock all the way into your mouth and throat and gripping the other tightly to jerk in the same rhythm you set with your mouth.

“Shit, fuck, fuck m’gonna cum!” He gasps, hips thrusting up to force more of his fat tapered tip into your tight hot throat.

You pull off before he can cum, making him nearly whine.

“Aww~♡ You’re fucking pathetic, were you about to cum down your little sister’s throat Shu? That’s disgusting.” You grinned as his eyes go wide with guilt and shame. You continue a slow motion with his cock in your hand as you lean further up his torso so he’s made to look at you. “What’s wrong? You said this is wrong, but it’s you who was about to paint his baby sister’s face with his hot load.” You were goading him, it was obvious, and he was certainly putting up a good fight in the face of it.

In the end though, he loses. “Fucking bitch,” he all but growls before taking a fist full of your hair and pressing your face back down on his cock. Moaning when you relent and open your warm mouth for his dick to invade and thrust up into. He could care less it gagged you, even chuckling when a few tears prick your pretty eyes.

“This want ya fuckin’ wanted? The fuck are they even teachin’ at that fancy college you go to?” He’s pushing and pulling your head like a toy as he fucks your mouth. Your free hand forced to grip his shirt still on to ground yourself a bit. “Okay baby, ya wanted me’t treat ya like my woman, I am now.” He laughs, moaning as you drool and slobber on his dicks, struggling to breathe and crying now. You looked messy and adorable, like a slut for his enjoyment and not the precious sister he normally tried to treat you as. He’s not thinking anymore, just focused on cuming as hard as possible down your throat like you asked for.

“Fuckin’ take it all—,” he groans, stuffing his cock as deep down into your throat as possible as your cry is stifled. You feel his cock twitch and even expand in your throat, eyes widening in panic as you shake, while his second cock shoots another load all over your neck and chest. His balls are drawn tight as he gasps, pushing your head down even further until your nose is smashed against his scales.

You nearly pass out before he releases you, having cum straight down your throat and into your stomach.

You cough and sputter, trying to fill your lungs with air and dispel the burning in them. Tears, snot, saliva, and cum cover your pretty face. Hair disheveled and cocky expression finally gone as you look up at him with those sweet eyes he adores.

Until your words throw him for another spin.

“You still didn’t even make me cum, who would want to be your woman when you can’t even do that?”

“Fuckin’ brat!” You giggle at his irritation.

[iicheeze]

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES

3 Months, 3 Days, and 33 Minutes Masterlist

SUMMARY II you've always had feelings for your gray haired senior. To the point that you'd confess to the man in front of the whole Akademiya. Pitying you, he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes to make him fall for you. Let the roller coaster of chaos begin!

PAIRINGS || Alhaitham x Gender Neutral Reader, slight Kaveh x reader

TAGLIST || @star-star-fall-inlove @nachotrash @baelloraa @tanspostsblog @kalpie @makimakimi @nishayuro @zomzomb1e @sassy-cat-in-town @aloveablechaos @ceylestia @severedvigility @goubaia @6-022-10-23 @duhsies @suwnshine @xiaos-wife1 @kysrion @kunikuzushisbeloved @mariposa666haruka @sunsinrinn @milkm4nz @klementime @beesgobuzzbuzz @perhapseven7eggs @fluffyxcloudz @orionicchaos @1-800asimpforfugo

BOLD MEANS I CAN'T TAG YOU, IF THERE'S A CHANGE IN UR USERNAME, PLEASE TELL ME!!

TW || idiot tries to cook for the first time in their life, skin burns, ugly pie, cussing, Yeo's unfunny jokes.

CHAPTER III — how to cook for dummies

“ I heard the fastest way to someone's heart is by cooking them a good meal! ” Xiangling suggested.

“ Or just by surgery. ” Shenhe replied back.

“ I DON'T WANT THAT GUY'S HEART WHAT THE FUCK, SHENHE. ”

“ Well, Xiangling does have a good idea.. ” [Name] mumbled to themselves, “ But... I have something to confess to you guys.. ” The two girls bopped their head in confusion.

“ I have never once touched a pan in my life. ”

...

“ Well.. It's okay! I can teach you how to cook! ” “ You're doomed, [Name]. ” “ Please shut up, Shenhe. I know damn well I'm doomed. ”

“ Plus, it's fine, Xiangling! You're busy with your own restaurant AND studies. I can teach myself how to cook. TeyvatTube exists for a reason! ” [Name] sweat dropped, not trying to bother Xiangling.

“ Awwh, alright then. Best of luck to you!! Oh, and, if you want to cook some exotic new recipes, come to me! I'm sure Alhaitham would love them! ” “ Yeah, uhh, I'll pass on that- Thanks for the offer! ”

The blue haired girl then left the almost-empty lecture hall, leaving you and Shenhe alone.

“ ... ” “ ... ”

“ Don't ask me to cook for you. I'm not that good of a cook myself. ” The [taller/shorter] woman stood up, before following Xiangling out of the lecture hall.

“ SHENHE. YOU LITERALLY MAJOR AT COOKING. ”

Apples, apple cider vinegar, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, all-butter crust, brandy, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, an egg..

And a clueless [Name].

They were searching up on Giigle on cookings for beginners and decided to make Apple Pie.

Looked up the recipe, bought the ingredients, put on an apron, and quietly, the [Hair Color] thought.

This shouldn't be too hard!

Stupid bitch.

Look at them now, the pie that's supposed to look good is as black as your dad's ball sack AND their hand is burnt because they forgot to use a glove when opening to oven.

Along with a confused Kokomi at the door of her side of the dorm room. Wondering why the hell is there screaming and oven dings.

“ KOKOMI HELP UEEHSUEHEHSHEU ” [Name] sniffed, snot and tears seen at their pathetic looking face.

“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?? ” “ I - I WAS JUST TRYING TO- COOK UP AN APPLE PIE FOR ALHAITHAM BUT IT'S SO HA- HARD. ” hiccups and snots were making it hard for the now-pathetic person to speak, making them look even more pathetic.

“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. CLEAN YOURSELF UP, I'LL CLEAN THE KITCHEN. AND WE'LL TRY AGAIN TOGETHER, OKAY?? ” “ O - OKAY ” Kokomi put both her hands on her roommates shoulders, trying to calm them down.

You can't have shit in Teyvat Akademiya 😒

“ Here! ”

“ ... What is this? ” Alhaitham asked, questioning the lunch box wrapped with a [Favorite Color], polka dot patterned cloth.

“ It's an apple pie! I heard from Kaveh that you don't like soup so.. yeah! ” [Name] scratched their cheek, nervous. “ It took me hours and Kokomi's help with this because I've never once touched the kitchen in my life so you better appreciate every last bite!! ”

Looking at the lunch box, [Name]'s face, the lunch box again, and [Name]'s face again. Before finally noticing the bandages wrapped at the person's hand.

“ Alright then. ” The man finally took the lunch box from the [Hair Color]'s hand. Confused as to why they won't leave.

“ I wanna watch you eat it! I didn't taste test it for myself, so I want to see your reaction. ” [Name] stated.

I'm so dead.

Taking a slice from the pie, the man couldn't help but shiver a bit. Finally taking a bite. It's taste is surprisingly..

Good?

But of course, his surprise wasn't shown through his face.

“ Well? What do you think? Is it good? ” [Name] asked, curious yet nervous at the same time.

“ It's.. Tolerable, to say the least. ” Alhaitham answered, “ SO- It's good?? YES! ” [Name] whisperer the last part.

“ Okay! From now on, I'll cook for you!! And you better appreciate it, okay?! Because I WILL work hard for each and every one of those! ” The [Hair Color] stated gleefully.

“ Oh, shit! I gotta go. My lecture's gonna start soon!! See you, Haitham! And you better finish those! ” [Name] waved the male goodbye before leaving him alone with the lunchbox, along with his thoughts.

...

Taking another bite while opening his book, he thought.

Maybe, they're not so bad after all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE || this was a true story abt me trying to make apple pie except I made it for no one 🧍‍♀️

cuz i dont need no man cheering me up 💪😘🌟

[rayrayor]

WIP Wednesday, nope Friday

Thank you @mybrainismelted for the tag . I love my Galladad series and after What Keeps a Man Holding So Long and All But the Knot 2 , this third WIP in Lily’s Papa series will start dropping

TW mention of childhood illness

“My diagnosis is killing papa; isn't it daddy?“

Ian looked down at his daughter, lying in his arms, with a slight fever and in obvious pain. He kissed her, knowing they were in for a fight, and tried to explain Mickey's behavior to her.

"Oh, my Lily girl, no, you are not killing Papa; he is just panicking. He loves you more than anything.” He watched her usual calm blues churn and peak like a North Atlantic storm. Their girl was trying while they all fell down around her. But no more.

“You're just covering for him. He barely talks, and when he does, he won't look at me. And half the time, he stays out and comes home drunk. He is done taking care of everyone; I did that. This is my fault.“

Ian had always been the more laid-back parent, yet he knew when to be more gruff in the way Lily responded. “Lily, your papa loves you; he is just struggling. It's not okay, and it's not an excuse. You and Liam are his life. He will do the right thing; he always does. Now, baby, I need you to lay down and rest. You take your meds?”

She cocked her brow like her papa, but hers was vibrant orange.

“You take yours ?“ She tossed back. It was rare that Lily lashed out. How much she was struggling with showed up in short, clipped, wounded tones.

He did a patented Lily Gazer Gallagher eye roll. “Look, bossy pants, I did. So Liam is here tomorrow night; you can interrogate him too, so how about I grab us some Gatorades and you lie down with me? We can watch TV until we crash.”

Lily grinned a real grin for the first time in weeks and headed down the hall in her sloth pajamas, making her look younger than her 15 years.

Ian went into the dark kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed two drinks. Closing the door, he put his hand on the fridge, feeling the magnets that no doubt were arranged by Lily to spell something obnoxious. He wanted to weep and hit something. But his baby needed calm tonight.

In a tight voice, he declared. ”You been in here long enough to catch all of that, Mick?"

In the darkness, a small voice slurred, “Yeah, I did, Ian …”

He was cut off. “She's not dead yet, Mick, but she's damn well not going to fight with us all acting like weak ass bitches. You have an appointment with Heather at 11 a.m. tomorrow. You don't have a plan after that; you stay at Carls or Iggys while she is in treatment. It is terrifying, babe. I am right there with you, but imagine what she is going through. She needs both of us.”

He walked past Mickey and squeezed his shoulder.

“Sleep it off in one of the kids rooms. Nite Mick.”

TAGGING @redwiccanrobin @creepkinginc

[hahahahahangst]

Anyone who knows what love is (Be The Young 39)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N:  We're getting to the end of the season!

MASTERLIST

Anyone who knows what love is

You can run around Even put me down Still I'll be there for you The world May think I'm foolish They can't see you Like I can

“Has any of you two been listening to anything I’ve said?” Asked Bobby. Dean was staring out of the window, Emily at the ceiling. Bobby had been talking for about ten minutes: she had not listened much, but enough to know what he’d been talking about. 

“Yeah, we heard you.” She muttered.

“And?” 

Emily and Dean looked at each other. Emily spoke first. “We’re not calling him.” She went back to staring at the ceiling. She ignored Bobby’s following phrase. However, she heard Dean’s.

“We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?”

“I know you’re pissed-”

Emily cut him off. “That’s reductive.”

“Look-I’m not making apologies, but he’s your-”

“Don’t even try bringing blood into this mess.” Scoffed Emily.

“He’s your brother. And he’s drowning.”

“Bobby, we tried. We told him again and again- He wouldn’t listen.” Emily sat straighter to look at the old man.

“It’s too late.” Added Dean. 

“Are you two out of your mind?” Asked Bobby, nervous. Dean paced on the other side of the room.

“No, damnit!” He turned around. “No. We gotta face the facts.” He sighed. “Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again.” Dean sat on a chair that was lying next to him, sad. “Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants.”

“You don't mean that.” Said Bobby. 

“Bobby, you weren’t there, you didn’t see- He’s gone. He’s not Sam.” Explained Emily.

“If he ever was.” Exhaled Dean.

All of a sudden, Bobby kicked a table, making all its content fall on the floor. Emily, startled, stood up. Dean did the same.

“You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess!” Mocked the man. “Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!”

“That’s not how family works!” Answered Emily, upset. “And we told him- he walked out, he was choosing Ruby. He walked out, Bobby! He chose!” 

“You know who you two sound like?” Asked Bobby. “John Winchester! Let me tell you something about your dad: he was a coward!”

“My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?” Asked Dean. Emily groaned, exasperated. 

“He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him.” Explained Bobby. “Well, that don't strike me as brave.” 

“Bobby, I don’t give a fuck about what my dad did or didn’t do!” Yelled Emily. “What matters is that Sam is not himself anymore and he- HE CHOSE A FUCKING DEMON OVER US!” She repeated, accusatively pointing at Bobby. 

“HE NEEDS HIS SIBLINGS!” 

“HE COULD HAVE GOTTEN THEM IF HE WANTED TO!” With one final yell, Emily fell back on the couch. “But he didn’t.” She dried her face. “So now-” She cut herself off. 

Dean glared at her. “Now we have to find a way to prevent the apocalypse.” He concluded. In a blink, Dean had disappeared. A couple of seconds later, as she was still processing, Ramiel appeared in the room, apparently in a hurry. 

“Cazzo!” He yelled, looking around. “I’m too late, am I?”

”...were you looking for Dean?” 

“Yes.” He recollected himself. Emily’s stomach contorted. Damn, he was hot. It seemed unfair to be that attractive in such an emergency.

“Well, he just disappeared.” Emily shook away her thoughts. “Let me guess- It was your people.”

“Oh, Emily, they’re not my people anymore. I’m on the run.” He explained, closing his jacket.

“Meaning?” The girl stood up and reached for her laptop. 

“I rebelled, tesoro. I refused to follow their orders.” Said Ramiel.

“Well- Where are they keeping Dean?” Emily opened her laptop and placed it on her knees, looking at the angel. Ramiel didn’t answer. “Miele, I know you know. Just tell me.” Ramiel seemed to break a little when Emily used the nickname on him.

“Sì, sì, you’re right. I do know. But I don’t think it’s wise to go there.” 

“Why?” 

“Once we get in, they won’t let us out.” He exhaled.

“So what are we supposed to do?” Emily browsed to the phone company website on her laptop. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch the world burn. Ramiel, if we can’t get to Dean, then we need to get to Sam.”

“I don't know where he is. He's protected against my sight.” 

Emily looked up at the angel. “If I tell you where he is, can you help me get there?” She asked. The angel seemed set back by her words, but was quick to answer. 

“Anything.” 

Emily spent the next several hours fighting with the phone company to get Sam’s phone and GPS turned on, to no avail. 

“Damn it!” She threw her phone across the room. “I’ve literally run out of numbers to call. We’re not gonna find Sam like this!” She paced back and forth in the room. 

Bobby entered the room holding a book. “What if we didn’t go to Sam, but we went directly to Lilith? He said he was close, right?” 

“Yeah-” Emily stood straighter, realizing what book he was holding. “You’re right! We found her once with a tracking spell, right?” 

“Exactly.” Bobby looked at Emily. “But kid, if you get there and Sam still has to arrive…“ 

“We’re all dead.” She exhaled and put her hands on her waist. She looked at Ramiel. He was leaning against a wall, distractingly looking at his cufflings. “It’s a risk we’ll have to take.” She touched the angel on his shoulder. He raised his gaze. “Are you in?” Asked Emily. Ramiel nodded and pushed himself away from the wall.

It was almost night again before the spell was ready. Emily was standing next to a window, looking out as if Dean was to pull into the backyard of Bobby’s at any moment. She tried calling him for what was probably the fortieth time. She left another voicemail.

“Dean, I don’t know if you are getting these, but- Wherever you are, me and Ramiel are going after Lilith. I’m gonna put an end to this, okay? Please call me- call me if you’re still alive, okay?” She flipped her phone close and leaned on the cold window glass. She felt someone’s presence behind her. “What, you eavesdropping on my phone calls now, Miele?” 

“I’m an angel, I can hear through walls.” Emily, still looking out the window, felt Ramiel get closer and put his hands on her shoulder. They were weirdly warm to belong to a body which had probably died years prior. Ramiel ran his thumbs up and down on Emily’s shoulder.

“The spell is ready. Did you pack everything you need?” He asked. Emily looked over at her backpack, which laid on the floor, still packed with dirty clothes. 

“No, but- it’s no use. You know we’ll probably die, right?” She turned towards him and sat on the ledge of the window. “Miele, why are you coming on this suicide mission with me?” 

“I like you.” Shrugged Ramiel. “And I don’t want the apocalypse.” 

Emily shook her head. “Like me, like me, or… just like me?” She joked. Ramiel looked at her, extremely confused. “Nevermind- you said the spell was ready, right?” The angel nodded and left the room. As he turned away, Emily checked his figure and shrugged, thinking that maybe, if they survived, some angel sex could have been fun. 

Emily caught herself thinking about it a little too explicitly. 

“I can’t believe I’m about to die and I’m thinking about sex.” She whispered to herself as she entered Bobby’s living room. The man looked at her. 

“Pardon me?” He asked, trying to hide a smile. 

“Nothing- the spell?” She said, awkwardly gesturing in front of her. 

Bobby placed a map under a pendulum, then performed the spell. The pendulum started swinging and eventually stopped on a very precise location. Emily leaned over the table to see better. 

“That’s…“ She squinted. “A random empty road in Kansas?” She tried looking closer.

“Well, I doubt Lilith is hiding in a roadhouse.” Said Bobby. “The spell should be precise to the street. Let’s take a closer look at that road.” Bobby turned around and fished another map from a box. He opened it in front of his and Emily and Ramiel walked behind the man to see. “Here.” Bobby pointed to the street. “There’s not much, a convent and a high school.” 

“Well, it has to be either one of the other.” Emily walked to her laptop in the other room and brought it back to where the man and Ramiel were waiting. She typed in the name of the convent and started looking for news. 

“Got it.” She smiled, proud of herself, after snooping around for a bit, hunched over the now dismantled spell. “In ‘72 the convent was abandoned after a priest killed eight nuns.” She glared at Bobby. “And get this-” She continued. “The priest said a demon named Azazel made him do it.” 

“Well, that seems too much of a coincidence to not be the right place.”

 Emily didn’t waste another second and stood up, hurriedly grabbing her backpack. Ramiel followed her. He was about to teleport her, but she stopped him. She walked back to Bobby and hugged him. “Thank you.” She said. “I’ll see you- at one point.” He patted her on the back. Emily gestured at Ramiel and in a blink, she was in another room. 

Immediately, her mind was overwhelmed by Sam’s thoughts and feelings. She felt a mix of anger and fear. In front of her was Dean, trying to break down a large door, unsuccessfully. When she saw her, he stopped. 

“What-” He started to say. She interrupted him immediately, hurrying towards the door. 

“Yeah, what are you doing here, this is not safe- whatever, move!” With a hand gesture, she forced the door open. 

”...even you have to admit…I'm- I'm awesome!” Ruby's voice said. Emily charged in the room, ready to fight Lilith, but she was too late.

Lilith’s body was already lifeless, slumped on the altar, blood dripping copiously out of it. When she looked back, Ramiel was standing in the middle of the door and Dean was a couple of steps further.

In front of her, instead, were Lilith’s body, Sam, who looked shocked and upset, and Ruby, who instead, was proudly looking around. It took Emily a moment to sort all the things in her brain. 

Lilith, dead.

Sam, alive.

Dean, alive.

Ruby, alive.

Everything was alright, but one. 

Emily used her powers to slam Ruby into a column. 

“Wrong.” Said Emily, walking towards her. “You’re not awesome, you’re fucking dead.” 

Emily, s- Sam’s voice echoed in Emily’s head, but she interrupted him by also slamming his body on a wall. 

“NOT NOW, SAM! I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER!” She let go of Sam’s body, who fell on the ground, struggling, before Emily turned towards Ruby again. The demon was giggling. “You think this is funny?” 

“Hilarious.” She smirked. “You made my life so difficult, never keeping that trap shut, but in the end, I won.” She laughed. “I won, demon barbie.” 

Emily heard the sound of Dean helping Sam up behind her. Trying not to roll her eyes at it, she kept talking. “Yeah?”

“Sure.” Ruby smiled, proud. “I knew I could not get through to you or Dean, but you know who can? Sam. Oh, he talked you right into trusting me!” 

“You poisoned him.” Emily tightened her force, making Ruby wimper. “You turned him into a junkie.” She extracted the demon-killing knife from her jacket. “Last time, we let you walk, Ruby, but this time-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ruby kept her smile. “It’s too late. He’s coming.” She nodded towards Lilith’s blood. It was slowly, but weirdly deliberately, moving into a circle. 

“Oh Ruby.” Exhaled Emily. “I’ve been waiting for the moment I get to waste you since you first showed up.” She stabbed Ruby in her chest. The demon tried to scream, but no voice came out. “I don’t care if I’m too late.” Concluded Emily, extracting the knife. She let the body fall on the floor, lifeless, and took a step back. “Now.” She put the knife away and turned towards Sam, who was standing not too far away. He tried to speak, but Emily didn’t let him. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU, UH?!” She walked towards him. “YOU ARE A F-” Dean got a hold of her arms and stopped her. As she was about to cuss him as well, he pointed to Lilith’s blood. 

“There’s no time. Let’s get out of here.” Emily turned to where Dean was pointing. Then, she looked for Ramiel, but he was nowhere to be found. The blood had completed the circle and was converging towards the middle, making another smaller circle. The moment the second circle was complete, light started to emanate from the middle of it, flooding the room. 

That was it. Lucifer was rising. 

“Come on!” Pleaded Dean, grabbing her by one side of her jacket and shoving her towards the door. Emily looked at him, then she looked at Sam. As light almost blinded her, she started running towards the door alongside Dean, but the light soon became too bright and she was overwhelmed by white.

[shadsmidnightthoughts]

I posted 281 times in 2022

That's 281 more posts than 2021!

49 posts created (17%)

232 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@why-am-i-here-someone-save-me

@solicider

@sleepytwinklez

@gh0stlybeginnings

@shadsmidnightthoughts

I tagged 94 of my posts in 2022

#sam reblogs™️ - 60 posts

#sam speaks - 8 posts

#sam rambles - 8 posts

#sams lovely moots ♡/p - 5 posts

#rip technoblade - 5 posts

#sagau - 5 posts

#genshin heizou - 3 posts

#sams sagau - 3 posts

#winx club - 2 posts

#samsmidnightthonks - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#i dont support aphmau at all but she and her series's (mcd and mystreet) they were both what i had growing up

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

BITCH HUH?? THE THING ALICE MADE IS WHAT NOW? HOW?? HOW DID ALICE EVEN GET TO "ANOTHER WORLD"??

26 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#4

Why do I feel like in the imposter!SAGAU, the slimes would be amazing to hug?? Like- especially the anemo and dendro slimes

31 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#3

Mk so sagau pit has claimed me sooo

(Also how does someone put a 'cut'??)

SO. I never pulled Ayato, too focused on the scrunkly bard man™️

I did (maybe) two single pulls on Ayaka's, not even planning on getting her, had no materials for her A T A L L. Guess who I pulled at EIGHT-FUCKING-PITY. I WASNT EVEN GARENTEED BRO. WHEN IT WELT GOLD I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK AND HEART ATTACK ALL AT ONCE.

Wait what if she felt that since i didn't pull for Ayato, she H A D to come home so that the Kamisato clan wouldn't be a disgrace? Q0Q

I pulled this solid sub DPS on Friday so..

22/4/2022

32 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

Hey fellow sagaublr, has anyone looked at tar tar sauce's new voicelines? What do y'all think he means by "you"? Do you think he is talking to the traveller or the player? Especially since he says "i never got along with her, you know this." Did I miss a voiceline/event? W H O IS HE T A L K I N G TO?!

40 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

GENSHIN SAGAU

TW/CW: M A J O R CHARACTER DEATH. LOTS OF DEATH. GORE. THE TRAVELLERS NAMES (Aether/Lumine) NOT PROOFREAD. I CANT SPELL FOR SHIT IM SORRY.

Title: this dream...

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Ei, ALL vision holders currently in the game (3.0), lumine, abyss!Aether, unknown god, dainsleif, golden blood!God!reader,

Readers POV

This is it. We are finally in the ruins of k'ahanriah, the truely divineless nation. We were running. Running up so many stairs. Running down so many corridors. Just to get to that damned bloodbath ballroom. One last staircase. The abyss heralds we thought we had lost came barging into the stairwell from any entrance they could. We were stuck fine. Venti, the traveller dainsleif and I starting fighting, trying to clear out space for at least Lumine and Paimon to get through. After what seemed like twenty minutes of us protecting one another from attack apron attack we were there. In the ballroom. It was empty except for a singular gold and red throne with none other then the abyss prince himself, Aether lounged on the magnificent throne.

Lumine ran forward as the tell-tale red and black diamond opened in front of the door, trapping us in there with the prince. "Well.. I didn't think you would make it here but.. I guess I should have never doubted Lumine." The goddess said as she stepped out of the portal, dragging fleets of vision weilders (<-mispelt I think, sorry) out along with her. "Let them go. They have nothing to do with this." Lumine said to the goddess. "Fine. But first.." she held her hand out causing each and every vision holder to float twenty feet above the floor, seemingly by their necks even though nothing was there. With a flick of her wrist, we watched each ones neck contort with inhuman speed 180°. It happened sickeningly slowly. First bennett, then diluc, then amber, then Xinyan, then Xiangling, thoma, yoimia, yanfei and then poor, sweet innocent Klee. I felt as if I was going to be sick right then and there. Seeing their lifeless bodies just floating there.

Next it was the poor Anemo users. Xiao, heizou, kazuha, sayu, Sucrose, jean. The goddess was grinning as if this was some sick joke. "You ever thought you could save them outlander? That is truely laughable." The electro users were on the chopping block next. Razor. Ei. Keqing, Beidou, Lisa, Kuki, yae, fishl and sara. "I must say imposter, you grew fond of these low lives? They were just stepping stones in your path." It spoke. I heard a bow draw. All eyes were on me. Im crying.

Zhongli, albedo, itto, gorou, Noelle, Ninguang. All dead.

The fear in Chongyun's eyes as he watched his best friend's lifeless body fell to the floor nearly made me choke. Barbara, kokomi, ayato, childe, mona, yelan.

"Dont worry. You will be with your friend... now" she flicked her wrist and everyone left dropped to the floor. It was like a car crash. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. Most had split their head on the white, pristine marble that was the ballroom floor. Watching their blood and brains leave them through their skulls and watch the light drain from all of their eyes was torture. Some got the air sucked out of their lungs, their lungs then being crushed and punctured by their very own ribs beneath the goddesses feet.

The bow string snapped into place.

I didn't feel it at first. The three arrows sticking out of my back. For a moment, I felt nothing. Then all the pain hit me at once while I realized I had fallen forward. I hit my head. I saw liquid. But not blood. Gold? No. Im seeing things. Im dizzy.. my eyes are so heavy. The room is spinning. Is someone yelling? Are they yelling under water? I will miss my friends. Please let this have been a nightmere. I don't want this dream to end yet..

65 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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[dusksescape]

TW: vent

I guess this is what my Tumblr has boiled down to, but if this is my only tag I don't see how I'm hurting anyone.

The background;

I have been desperately fighting to not be crushed by these deep-seated insecurities. They can all fit into:

-I always feel like I annoy people and they all just put up with me.

-I'm fucking stupid, and there's no way on earth I'll be able to fix that.

Now logically, sure, I may annoy people. I'm Neuro divergent. That's just gonna happen. But I know that's not everyone in my life. And I'm not stupid, not a lot of people are truly stupid, we all have a niche and that's beautiful.

So that's what we're dealing with, but let's dissect the story that made all of that noise reach a boiling point.

Background 2: last night

I have this friend visiting their hometown. We both grew up there and I still live there. We had our partners, their boyfriend and my wife. They and the boyfriend wanted to teach us this card game and me and my wife did upset him. We were new and kept being told that he was the best person at the game there. Our bad.

Fast forward to today when I had already offered to take them out to get ramen at a very nice ramen shop a few towns over. I want to make it clear that I never expect anyone to feel like they owe me their life or anything too insane when I give them gifts, and I did get a thank you a few times. Unfortunately I did mostly just sit there driving with our partners in the back seat having a pretty minimal conversation while the friend sat there and fumed while handling a landlord situation that came up.

I fully understand the stress from that, I really do. I wouldn't have had a problem if we even wanted to turn around but we carried on anyway. You have no idea how atrocious this was for the insecurities I mentioned from before. I know it had to have been hard to deal with the stress of someone trying to be as nice as they can while you are facing getting rid of a pet... But god damn if that wasn't going still absolutely rip me apart.

While we were at the ramen shop the only time that this friend actually even so much as smiled at us was to make a dnd joke. For a campaign they were running. And killing our characters... I've never lost a character in DND yet and I know it's just a character but I also know it's going to hit very hard when my character dies and there was just something so fearful in me that was struck when that happened. But I was willing to write both of these off.

We get back to their accommodation and... Instead of any thanks... We get a lecture on how me and my wife's actions hurt their boyfriend.

This triggered an anxiety attack.

I know they said that apparently he was angry for around an hour but at no point was the information shared with us before hand.

I don't want to be an asshole but I fucking spent over a hundred dollars on you for the whole day and you joke about killing a character I made, you sat there fuming in my car and disregard me and as thanks you sit there and lecture me.

I've been crying on and off for maybe 11 hours at this point. It truly feels like there's nothing I can do right. I felt horrible, I convinced myself that I pressured these people into tolerating me, because I'm so fucking empty-headed that I just didn't see the signs when no... if you hated my wife and I'd company so much, you should have fucking said no or rain checked.

The messy bitch in me, the messy bitch in us all wants to confront them but it has been pointed out that it might ruin all of these campaigns we're in and these friendships. Luckily this hellhole (affection) isn't reddit and I will not be told to divorce all of them and run away forever.

This is Tumblr (and not Tumblr AITA) and since I know only one of you bitches (affectionate) who don't automatically go for blood, I feel safe here.

[aceopmari]

Hello👋 I'm New In here in your Blog and I actually really liked your writing so Can you write me a Headcanon for all akatsuki Members when their fem s/o has the Powers of Wanda Maximoff from Avengers?? Thank you so Much💙💙

A/N: Oooh I’m tingling with excitement from the request! I remember discovering this character back when she was on X Men Evolution. And now Wanda is super popular in the Marvel Universe! I’ll be honest I don’t know too much about her aside from seeing her in Civil War, so I did some research, watched some videos from the movies and Wanda Vision too. I hope you enjoy this HC babe!

The Akatsuki w/an s/o Who Has Scarlet Witches Powers

Masterlist

Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha @barbellina @nightingaleflow @bonchin @awhore4uchiha @havrlie

TW: Death, toxic reader, toxic relationship, some grotesque and gory details, and dark themes ahead.

Hidan:

🩸Fucking Jashin! Where have you been all his life?! If you were a gift from his lord, he sure was fucking blessed.

🩸In addition to those sexy red outfits you always wore, Hidan loved your powers.

🩸The way your hands glowed red when you used your powers to crack Asuma’s neck in all directions made Hidan fall in love with you.

🩸The two of you raised hell together everywhere you went.

🩸You would fly up in the air, unleashing a deadly barrage of your red chaos magic jutsu on your enemies and allow Hidan to go in for the kill.

🩸Hidan loves watching you torture Kakuzu with your mind control jutsus.

🩸”Put your money where your mouth is…” you say darkly. With glowing red eyes and a wave of your hands, you possessed Kakuzu and forced him to shove a stack of ryo deep down his throat while making his red green eyes roll back behind his head.

🩸Hidan howled in laughter as Kakuzu choked. “HAHAHAHAHA! HOT DAMN! YOU ARE ONE CRAZY BITCH!”

🩸Shikamaru was shitting himself. Especially when you went ahead and used your powers to possess Kurenai into killing herself and her unborn child, purely out of spite.

🩸He deemed you and Hidan too dangerous. He had to get a hold of you and finish you himself. To do that, he had to capture Hidan and lure you to him.

🩸He sure as hell got what he wanted when you arrived flying down to meet him and a captured Hidan in Nara Clan Forest. His eyes widened in fear as the sky above you turned a smokey bloody red. Hidan was shook too.

🩸With a raise of your red hand, Nara Clan Forest decomposed completely. Trees were reduced to broken branches, the deer became corpses, the paper tags on Hidan had completely disappeared.

🩸You uses your telekinetic jutsu to raise Shikamaru up in the sky before proceeding to manipulate the reality of his body and stretching his limbs into ribbons.

🩸You smiled evilly as Shikamaru shook in terror. “What ARE you?!” He shrieked. “Y/N: The Scarlet Ninja,” you say darkly. That was when you raised your hand and used your powers to crack Shikamaru’s neck before tossing his body to the deep hole that was meant for Hidan. You sealed him inside the hole and left him to rot.

🩸You flew down and met up with Hidan who was laughing evilly and he held you close. He then pulls you into a kiss. He then pulls away before taking off his necklace and putting it around your neck. “MARRY ME, YOU SCARLET BITCH!” He says with a crazed smile.

🩸You smirk evilly at that. “Not here…” You then use your powers to open up a portal to another dimension. You and Hidan then walk inside hand in hand to have your wedding with no interruptions.

Sasori:

🎭Sasori of the Red Sand and Y/N the Scarlet Ninja. The two of you looked aesthetically pleasing as a couple. At least that’s what Deidara thought.

🎭True art was eternal beauty and you were the epitome of that.

🎭To say Sasori was intrigued and fascinated by your powers was an understatement. He loved the way your hands moved and glowed when you used your jutsus. The way your eyes would glow as you killed someone was icing on the cake.

🎭Sasori would sometimes request for you to use your powers to enhance his puppets whenever they got damaged or whenever he had new ideas for some upgrades.

🎭He had many questions. Like how you were able to manipulate realities and possess peoples bodies almost like how he does with his puppets.

🎭”Y/N my Scarlet Doll…” Sasori said to you fondly with a dreamy gaze after you used your jutsu to turn the Hidden Sand into the ‘Hidden Glass’. You had used your magic to generate enough heat to turn the sand into glass and kill everyone in the village, but not before beating Deidara to the punch by capturing Gaara.

🎭The Hidden Leaf came for revenge. ‘How cute’ you thought. You and Sasori faced off against Sakura and Chiyo.

🎭Using your telepathy, you were able to catch wind of their plans. You immediately told Sasori. Sakura widened her eyes. “What?! But how do you know?!”

🎭Sasori snickered, triumphant that he can now easily counter her and Chiyo’s plans. That was when you teleported behind Sakura and Chiyo and used your telekinesis to take the antidotes out of their pockets before hurling it to the side, causing it to crack. Lady Chiyo was shooked. “NO!”

🎭Before either of them could do anything, you used your telekinesis again to lift both Sakura and Chiyo up. “How is she doing that?!” Sakura cried. You smirked before hurling them towards Sasori. You nodded to him to give him the signal. He smiled at you evilly before using his poison barbs to smoke them out and kill them.

🎭Afterwards, you given Sasori the thing he never knew he wanted after all these years.

🎭You used your magic on the mother and father puppets and gave them life. Although they weren’t entirely the same, they still maintained the same memories and love they had for Sasori.

🎭His parents hugged him and for the first time in over 20 years, Sasori learned to cry. He was beyond grateful to you and your artistic gifts.

Itachi:

🐦Can you say underworld power couple? Because that was exactly what you two were.

🐦Itachi of the Sharingan and you Y/N the Scarlet Ninja. With your respective powers, the entire shinobi world was shooked to the core.

🐦The two of you were dubbed by the entire world as “The Worlds Most Dangerous Couple.”

🐦The two of you certainlymade a deadly pair. Itachi would use his Sharigan on his enemies and then you would put the icing on the cake by pulling the enemies into a darker reality so that they could feel everything they saw in Itachi’s genjutsu.

🐦Itachi didn’t lie. He found some of your methods of dealing with enemies to be too ruthless, but if using your chaos magic jutsu or telekinesis to tear someone’s body from the inside out was necessary, then so be it.

🐦Itachi had questions about your abilities. If you weren’t comfortable sharing then he’d be respectful and not pry too much. Though he would get curious and try to read and learn about it in books (not that he’d be able to find anything).

🐦You tended to go overboard with your abilities. Itachi would be the one to keep you in check and lecture you to be more responsible with your powers. That’s one of the reason why leader made you both partners.

🐦Your powers came in handy, like how you would use them to teleport you and Itachi away. Itachi thought it was useful especially when you both were at risk for being tracked.

🐦Poor Sasuke was shitting himself. It was almost if that with you by Itachi’s side, Itachi was stronger than he was. Sasuke just had to get rid of you before killing his brother.

🐦He confronted you by pulling you into his Sharingan. You easily countered it by changing reality itself. You tore out Sasuke’s eye making him let out an ear splitting scream.

🐦He shook in terror as your hands and eyes glowed beautifully as you smiled evilly. “What ARE you?!” He asked in terror.

🐦You took out his other eye and then hurled him with a blast so hard against a wall that his neck snapped.

🐦 You then use your magic to implant the Sharingan into your own eyes and dubbed yourself the “Scarlet Eyed Ninja.”

🐦”Do you like them?” You purred darkly as you presented Itachi your new eyes. He gave you a glare. Although he thought the Sharingan further completed your scarlet aesthetic, he was still very upset that you killed his brother. “It wasn’t your place to do that…” he told you.

🐦You wrap your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “I did this for you, my love. No one will come after us anymore.”

🐦You brought him into a kiss. Itachi was hesitant but accepted the kiss as you got deeper. (Of course a little mind control on your man couldn’t hurt.)

🐦Itachi did nothing to stop you. He felt as though your toxic love was the perfect punishment for him allowing his own brother to die at your hands.

🐦That aside, the world now feared the Scarlet Eyed Ninja. Even some Akatsuki members like Deidara were shitting themselves when you were around.

🐦You’d torture him with your magic whenever he badmouthed Itachi and his Sharingan.

🐦Even though Itachi still loved you, he couldn’t help but feel as though he created a monster…

Deidara:

💥Everyone would run away in terror as you started using your powers. Not Deidara though!

💥You’d fly up in the air. Your hands glowing red as a dark red smoke surrounded you. You unleashed hell on the Hidden Stone Village, using your chaos magic jutsu to shatter and destroy everything in your path.

💥Deidara was on his clay bird watching with tears in his eyes as you turned the village inside out into a completely different reality.

💥The red colors, the mesmerizing movements of your hands, the glowing aesthetic, the improbable outcomes of the things you created and destroyed was all beautiful. Your “art” was unlike anything he had ever seen.

💥Deidara’s favorite aspect about your powers was your ability to make things come to life in a similar way that he did with his own clay.

💥You’d use your magic to give life to hundreds of explosive tags. You would then enlarge them to be big enough to cover an entire village.

💥BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

💥Several villages exploded simultaneously, killing millions. Deidara’s heart nearly exploded as well. Boy was in love with his Scarlet Ninja.

💥Deidara thought highly about you and would brag about your sophisticated art style. (Mainly to Sasori who was jealous of your abilities.)

💥In your spare time, you both would make art together. Deidara would make a clay bird and would have it fly up. You would then use your telekinesis to turn it into different animals in mid air.

💥Deidara would finish the job by making it explode. Sometimes you helped make it explode into red balls of electricity with your magic.

💥You saw how Deidara had a “Sasuke problem”. You were happy to help eliminate him.

💥You and Deidara had Sasuke in a bind when you fought in the forest. You used your magic to summon Manda that was in Sasuke’s possession and hypnotized the snake into swallowing Sasuke whole. You knew that he was alive inside though.

💥”Cry your heart out, because my art…” Deidara then tossed C2 into Manda’s mouth. You then raise up your glowing red hands and threw Manda in the sky.

💥”IS AN EXPLOSION!!!” Deidara activates his hands seal and made the snake explode. You smiled happily at the sight of raining snake skin and Sasuke’s body parts that fell from the sky.

💥Deidara cheered as you floated down. He couldn’t believe that both of your perfect arts was able to destroy Sasuke. He was determined to show the world the collaborative art you both made.

Kisame:

🦈Kisame saw you as his equal as he was highly impressed with your abilities.

🦈You two trusted each other in battle as you had each other’s backs. Was an enemy attempting to sneak up on you? Kisame would introduce them to Samehada. Was someone trying to stab Kisame? You would easily blast a read beam of electricity through their hearts.

🦈Samehada LOVED you too much. That energy was so delicious and powerful. You had fun with Kisame’s sword.

🦈You used your magic to enhance Samehada by enlarging it to be 3 times the size. Not only that but it took form of a red, flesh eating, mutated shark creature that shot out beams of red electricity from his mouth.

🦈Kisame howled in laughter as he devoured his enemies with his “scarlet sword.” He just loved his new toy! Capturing tailed beasts suddenly became easier.

🦈One day you both came across Team Hebi. The white haired boy, Suigetsu challenged Kisame to duel for the sword.

🦈Kisame smirked. “If you want to challenge me then you’ll have to go through my girl.” You stepped up. Suigetsu gave you an unimpressed look. “What? Who’s this lady?”

🦈”Suigetsu that’s the Scarlet Ninja! You can’t beat her!” Karin said. Suigetsu smirked as he held up his sword, now determined to take you down and defend his pride. “Watch me!”

🦈Kisame snickered as he stepped back. He watched flew up in the air as your hands glowed. He was in for a good show…

🦈…And a show he got!

🦈Suigetsu was lying down on the ground battered, bruised and in tears. He was covered in a mixture of “red watery jelly”. His severed blade was stabbed deep into his legs. His sharp teeth was rearranged. Jugo and Karin stared in completely horror at Suigetsu.

🦈”MY GOD WHO IS THIS CHICK?!” Suigetsu shrieked painfully as more blood leaked from the holes where his teeth once were.

🦈Kisame’s booming laughter echoed outside. He loved it when you’d go all out. Your powers always made everything exciting.

Pain:

🔮A god and goddess duo. You two were a match made in Hell.

🔮Pain thought you were perfect in every way. Your deadly, magical abilities were beyond impressive and would serve as the Akatsuki’s trump card.

🔮You made things easier for the organization. Especially when you would use your magic to seal tailed beasts in a matter of minutes rather than a few days.

🔮Pain made you his right hand woman. You did anything he asked.

🔮You didn’t hesitate when Pain ordered you to kill Orochimaru for betraying the Akatsuki. You tracked him down and used your magic to force the snakes out of his body before proceeding to possess the snakes by forcing them to feed Orochimaru.

🔮Pain made you feel so special after that by calling you his powerful goddess. The more he praised you, the more eager you were to raise hell.

🔮You and Pain had prepared for war. You had used your magic to enhance all the Six Paths by giving them the same abilities as you.

🔮You, Pain and the Paths invaded the Hidden Leaf. The village people were losing it. They had never seen a jutsu like this before. Could they even call it a jutsu?!

🔮Pain watched proudly as you used mind control on all the jonin, forcing them to kill each other.

🔮Asuma had stabbed Kurenai before killing himself. Kakashi and Guy had destroyed each other by tearing off each other’s limbs before dying of blood loss. Tsunade and Jiraiya were already nothing more than dead slugs and toads lying on the road.

🔮The Paths made use of their new abilities and used their chaos magic to blast the shinobi into oblivion. Pain finished off with his classic Almighty Push.

🔮It wasn’t long until everyone was dead, save for Naruto who was lying on a pile of rubble, glaring up at you and Pain. “YOU BASTARDS! YOU KILLED ALL MY FRIENDS!”

🔮Pain gave you the signal. With glowing eyes and a maniac smile, you raised your hands and summoned a large body of ramen that extended several yards across the lands. You used your telekinesis and shoved the ramen down Naruto’s throat, causing him to gag.

🔮His stomach gave out and exploded as Pain launched an Almighty Push. Naruto’s corpse scattered in all different directions of Konoha. Some of the blood splattered on your face. You smiled as it matched your scarlet aesthetic.

🔮You and Pain flew up in the air with joined hands, marveling at the destruction as the skies and clouds above became a menacing scarlet. You both turned to each other.

🔮”The world shall know our scarlet pain,” he said to you fondly. You smiled evilly as you placed a hand on your cheek. “Yes they shall…”

🔮You two kisses as the Paths continues to swarm other nations to raise hell by unleashing “scarlet pain.”

🔮Side note: Scarlet Pain would be such a great ship name.

[zv5x]

yandere riddler whose going through his 'slasher era' where he plays chase with his darling also while brutally killing their friends and family. (totally not also related to my ghostface crush)

💚 Hide and Tag (Yan!Riddler • Reader)

Oh god, anon. I was born to write this (also I completely get it anon ghostface is so fine) tw :: scene intensity , use of the yandere trope , death of close loved ones , murder , violence , manipulation , abusive and toxic mindsets , abduction

"You want the usual tea, right?" Your friend smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "I know it helps you sleep." They said, before walking up to you and setting your cup down on the table after a few minutes. You picked it up, blowing on it. Your friend was extremely accommodating, especially considering the risk that came with you even being here. Just thinking of it now, you damned yourself for failing to address it.

The wind and rain hit the house's window gently, adding ambiance to your nervousness as your friend sat down next to you with a level of patience you couldn't even begin to thank them for having. "I'm - I'm so sorry I'm putting you though this. What if he-"

Shaking their head, they left the action to speak for itself as you quickly silenced yourself. "There's no need to apologize. I already told you, he won't hurt you if I'm here. I'm gonna protect you, alright?" They said, attempting to comfort you by lifting up your hand and kissing the knuckle.

The action made your heart warmer, but that same action made a listener's blood boil.

He was already upset you weren't at home, and so the cameras he had set up were next to useless. However, when he tried listening into where you were using the microphone he attached to your favorite jacket, he heard nothing but chats of you with your "best friend".

He doesn't think that scum could even begin to understand how hurtful it is to hear the love of his life speak of him as if he was some sort of predatory monster. As if the graveyard spots he filled weren't occupied with people who deserved far worse than what he was there to give them.

And, worst of all, to hear the person who so cruely snatched up his darling's time? Only to indoctrinate into them promises of "love" and "protection"? It was despicable in every sense of the word. He was already planning on your friend being his next target, so why not kill two birds with one stone? The first stone, kill that bitch who dared hold you hostage as their roomate, and the second stone? Kill that empty space in his heart, as well as that empty space in his basement.

All it took was a phone call to make your nerves shoot up. A little hello, and that's all he needed until you were begging oh-so cutely. He'd much rather you beg him out of quite literally anything other than fear, but it was still an adorable sound nonetheless. Your friend, however, was quick to snatch the phone, demanding you "leave them alone" or they'll be calling the police. It was laughable, really, because by the time they finished their essay-length threat, he was already right next to their house.

God, he really would have to shut that scum up. And he knew that was what he was going to do, right as he walked right up the steps to his next target.

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Your legs burned with an intensity you were sure you have never felt before in your entire life. Your breaths came out as ragged and desperate huffs and wheezes, and you tried your hardest to not trip on any twigs, rocks, or anything else that may coat the yards ground. You could hear his laughter, his laughter behind the phone and his laughter while your roommate was brutally slaughtered right before your shocked eyes. The blood still coated your body like a sticky parasite, and you tried not to faint or vomit every time you heard their murderer call out your name.

He was a faster runner than you expected due to his small frame. He was drawing closer with every step you seemed to take, begging you to just wait up for him. He was desperate for you, he said. He needed you. Needed to feel you again, to hold you and touch you. You didn't want that, you refused with every inch of your being. But you knew you wouldn't have a choice if you let him catch up to you, so you carried on.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Your brain was able to rationalize that it was getting to dark to be able to continue running without tripping, so you took a gamble in hiding behind the nearest tree you could find. Looking behind you, you didn't seem to get too far from the house. Perhaps it was just the fact that your house had a larger yard than those in other neighborhoods, or perhaps he did injure you and you didn't know, and your body was too pumped for adrenaline to feel the agony you would have felt under any other circumstance.

It was supposed to be a nice summer night. The warm aura of the season complemented the atmosphere nicely, and the day was so beautiful you never would have expected it to lead into such a traumatizing night. Gentle sobs led into loud cries of pain, and you no longer feared the man finding out your location like you did before. It was highly unintelligent on your part. Alas, the truth of the situation was finally letting itself become known to you, and your body seemed to betray your brain's better judgement.

Huffs, puffs and heavy footsteps could soon be heard rushing towards your general direction. They got louder every millisecond, and you begged whatever higher power may be up there to just let it end. Let your death be quick, and allow your friend to save you a seat when you reach wherever they went.

"Oh, angel..." He sighed, ignoring your whimpers as he bent down to your level. You forced yourself to look at him, and your eyes widened at the realization. That terrifying getup that was haunting the headlines for months, that deep voice and that unforgettable breathing, it was undoubtedly the worst person that could have been chasing you right now. "You're not too upset, are you? I did what I had to do. For us. You understand, right?" He asked you, tilting his head which was covered by his signature green mask.

You couldn't find the strength to respond, and could feel your body involuntarily going limp as he quickly seized the opportunity to pick you up. He looked down at you, and through the eye holes of his mask you could see his eyes change shape, as if he was smiling. "I'm sure you're so tired. How about we go home, hm?" You wanted to cry, beg, do anything, but you couldn't. Against your will, you found yourself falling asleep, right in his arms. Just like he intended for you to do from the start.

[bokunosimpfiction]

Yandere!Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Synopsis: Heisenberg kidnaps the reader. And she’s pissed about it. And so is he. Turns out there’s a lot more to it than it seems, tw: kidnapping I’m not tagging for violence because it’s less graphic than even the mild stuff in canon. Like reader gets a concussion and a dislocated arm, that’s it.

A/N: first time ever writing for Resident Evil. I haven’t even played the games, only watched a play-through and immediately fell in love with this hobo. Honestly, there’s a lot of room to make a sequel or some more from this but I have commitment issues and it probably won’t happen.

Oh and one last thing! Do you think I should add resident evil: village to my fandoms I write for or no. Let me know please!

             It’s dark in your small cottage, claustrophobic with the way you stumble to the front door as fast as you can. You try to take deep breaths, but you can’t, not with someone chasing you. You cut through the kitchen, and when he reaches out to grab you, you slam the door to a cabinet as hard as you can. You can hear his pained yell.

             “Don’t make this harder than it has to be, (y/n),” he says.

             “I’ll make it as hard as I damn please!” You put your hand on the handle to the front door, twist and right before you manage to open it, a body slams into yours and you hear your arm pop. Loudly. And it burns at the elbow like someone poured gasoline on it and set it on fire.

             You can hear his heavy breathing and feel the warm air on the crown of your head. “You put up a good fight, I’ll give you that much.” He presses his body further into yours, and you feel everything. The toned muscle under a layer of fat, the harsh fabric of his shirt and jacket, and the bulge that presses into the small of your back.

             “You’re so small,” he coos, like he’s talking to a dog, “I can’t wait to break you.”

             You manage to wiggle one arm free and jab him in the side as hard as you can with your elbow. You hear him say oof under his breath, and you take this as the opportunity to press your foot into the door and push back into him as hard as you can, to at least get him to stumble back.

             It doesn’t work, he just leans his whole-body weight on you and uses one hand to smash your head into the door. He could have done it harder, you reckon, but it still hurts like a mother fucker. “Shut the fuck up before I do something I regret.”

             “Like you don’t already regret breaking into my house and trying to kidnap me? Like you don’t regret slamming me into my door and dislocating my elbow? What are you going to do to me that you’ll regret? Huh?”

             He looks down at you through those yellow glasses of his, light from the glass peephole reflecting off of them but his hat shading the rest of his face. “I said shut the fuck up!” He presses your head even further into the door, and your temple digs into the frame. It hurts, and your eyes water from the pain.

             “Who even are you?!” You end up shouting. His grip loosens a little bit, just enough for you to move your head off the door frame and onto the actual door. “I’ve never met you in my goddamn life and you break into my house, say you love me, and try to kidnap me!”

             Something in him breaks, you can tell, the outline of his features look crestfallen. “You don’t know who I am?”

             “No… I don’t. And here you are in my house, chasing me around like I’m some goddamn animal you’re hunting.” Your eyes water. “I know you don’t mean a damn word you said this entire time.”

             “Shut your goddamn trap woman!” His grip on your hair tightens. “I love you and we both know it; I know everything about you.”

             “So, you’re a stalker? Huh, didn’t think I was pretty enough to have one.”

             “I knew you had a mouth on you, and it was attractive till it was pointed in my direction.” His voice is low and gravelly at this point, like a thin string that’s pulled taut and about to snap.

             “Well get used to it you fu-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, because a piece of metal from his hammer slams you hard in the face, knocking you out cold.

             When you wake up, it’s hard to open your eyes. It’s too bright and the room is spinning when you move your head up. That must be one hell of a bump on your forehead. You go to feel it, only to find you hands chained up to a metal pipe on the wall. Your feet are too, but that chain is a lot slacker.

             You’re lying down on the floor, a cheap scratchy blanket separating you from rough, worn down cement. It’s still hard and cold, but it didn’t scratch up your skin, so that’s something to be grateful for. You look around the room, only to find an old tv, that’s on, and playing static. That’s what was so bright, you realize.

             Suddenly the noise from the t.v. stops, and you hear a voice. It’s still sounds like static, but it’s audible enough to understand the words and recognize the voice. It’s the same guy who kidnapped you. You don’t really process what he’s saying, it’s just noise to you, and you close your eyes and curl up as best as you can. Maybe you’ll wake up, and everything will be okay.

             “Quit ignoring me girlie.”

             You snap out of your daydreaming. The days of that warm bed and leaky bathroom faucet are over, and this cruel situation is your reality for the time being.

             “Okay. Okay. But just quiet down my head hurts.”

             “I’d be sorry, but you brought that upon yourself,” he says.

             You can’t help but be snarky, you’re tired and already sick of this shit. “I’m sorry you don’t have the self-control to not kidnap people and knock them unconscious via flying pieces of metal.”

             “Touché.” You hear back.

             “Can you at least get me some Tylenol for my head or something.”

             “Why should I? After all the attitude you’ve given me, I should just leave you in there to starve.” Looks like he knows how to be snarky too.

             “Because you were the one who hit me in the head and locked me in here?”

             “Apologize and I’ll consider it.”

             You go back to your curled up position. “I guess I’ll just starve down here then.”

             The t.v. cuts off again, or you just tune him out, just run your hands along the chains to try and find a lock. You find the one attached to your left ankle and begin to plot your escape. Maybe you could pick the lock with a bobby pin? You run your hands through your hair, not only to find that it was down, but all of them were removed.

             You run your hands down your pajama pants. Maybe you have something in your pockets? They also turn up empty.

               “Are you looking for something to pick the lock with?” You hear from the t.v. You turn back to look at it, only to see his face. He’s not wearing his glasses, and he’s taken off his worn-out bucket hat, so you can see his untamed salt and pepper hair. “I took the liberty of searching your person while you were knocked out. I highly doubt you’ll find something to pick the lock with.”

             “You’re an asshole, you know that.” You find yourself saying. To be fair, you probably shouldn’t, considering that he: is holding you hostage, threatening to leave you to starve, and is clearly a psychopath, despite his claims that he loves you.

             “Calm down, you know it makes me upset to see you mad.”

             You can’t help but raise your voice at him. “Quit fucking taunting me! You won this stupid ass game. You kidnapped me! You can come down here and kill me now!”

             “You think I wanna kill you?” He asks, you can tell he’s just as furious as you are. He chuckles lightly. “You know I love you. I did this for your own good! There are people out there. People who want to taint you and your innocence! People who want to hurt you!”

             “I can handle myself just fine! I had before your psycho ass came along and kidnapped me!” Your furious, desperately searching for a weak point on the pipe with your hands while you yell at the t.v.

             “And what would have happened if I didn’t?” He asks you, “lady supersized bitch in the castle would have gotten to you first… I can’t have that.”

             “I’m sorry who?” You ask. Suddenly things have gotten more confusing.

             “I’m not the only one who’s after you,” he clarifies. “You think I’m the one who’s a psychopath, there’s a woman out there who wants to drink your blood and eat your flesh! And monster that wants to drown you and swallow you whole-”

             “Slow down! I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!”

             “Don’t interrupt me! I want what’s best for you!” You can hear him take a deep breath. “I’m going to bring you upstairs and explain everything. And you’re going to behave, am I clear?”

             You just nod your head.

             “Good. Now stop trying to find a weak point on that pipe to get loose before I get down there. It has carbon monoxide in there, you’ll poison yourself before you get to that door.”

             You immediately stop twisting the connector and drop your hands to your sides.

             “Good girl…” His praise makes you want to vomit. “Now stay still while I come get you.”

             When he comes down and opens that iron door and unceremoniously tosses you over his shoulder, you can’t help but comment on it. “Am I a bag of potatoes to you?”

             “Don’t complain, I could be like that Dimitrescu bitch and turn you into wine.”

             You shut up immediately and grasp the back of his coat for balance. You don’t know why, but his empty threats scare you immensely. You watch the hallways blur into one another, trying to see if you can find a window, or an escape rout of some sort, hell, even a vent he couldn’t fit in but you could would work well.

             He smacks your thigh. Not hard, but enough for a slight sting and to get your attention. “We’re in the center of the factory, there’s no need for you to be tracking an escape route, especially because you won’t be leaving any time soon.”

             Eventually, you end up in a small office like space, with a desk, a cork board with several pictures of people on it, and a large grate that leads to a tunnel downwards. He pulls the metal chair out of the corner with his powers and places you in the chair. “Stay.”

             “So…” He turns towards the cork board. “Since your out of town, I’ll explain the run-down-“

             “I don’t really care for the details.” You stand up from the chair and go to walk towards him, but he crosses the room in a second and slams you back down.

             “I told you to stay in that goddamn chair!” He opens his mouth to explain but a whirring noise starts out of nowhere. It’s loud, obnoxious, and coming from the vent. He opens it. “Shut your goddamn trap!”

             “Anyhow, (Y/N),” he starts, “the other three lords decided that they’re interested in you, for whatever their reasons are. I’m assuming they want to kill you.”

             “That’s a veeeeeery extreme assumption.” You roll your eyes, and prop your head on your hands.

             “Well two of them are well know for turning people into dolls and drinking their blood,” he says casually, “it’s only a fair assumption they want to do the same with you.”

             “I’m sorry they what?”

             He turns to you, surprised for a moment that you don’t know what he’s talking about. “Super-sized bitch over here,” a sharp piece of metal lands on the photo of a pale, middle aged woman with bold red lipstick and a black hat, “is one of the other three lords, known for drinking the blood of girls like yourself. Wouldn’t suggest meeting her, she’s not that pleasant.”

             “Known for?”

             “Sort of, most of the towns people don’t know,” he turns to you and leans on the table by the cork board, “they’re too busy worshipping Mother Miranda.”

             “I’ve heard her name before,” you say, “doesn’t she protect the town?”

             You can sense the anger you caused before you can take it back.

             “That Miranda bitch doesn’t protect anybody from shit. She’s the one causing all the issues, kidnapping people and mutating them, killing them and throwing their lives away like table scraps.” You slams his hand on the table and you visibly flinch. He quickly apologizes.

             “You keep mentioning ‘the other three lords’ how many are there, and who’s the one your excluding in that statement?” You question as soon as you get the chance. He’s talking, loudly, quickly and it’s filling up the space in the room with an anxious sort of white noise.

             “Pardon me,” he says, and waltzes over, almost over-dramatically. He brings your hand to his lips and places a light kiss. You can feel his stubble and chapped lips on the top of your hand. He desperately needs to use chap-stick. “I’m Heisenberg, one of the four lords, but you can call me Karl.”

             “Okay… Karl.” You test the name out on your tongue. “What are you going to do with me, now that I’m here?”

             He gets down on one knee in front of you, still holding your hand. “Oh (Y/N), I’m going to treat you how you deserve, like a princess.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Surprise to be Sure

Pairing: Geralt/Fem!Reader

Words: 5761

Summary:  You meet Geralt and Jaskier on the road and have a lovely little adventure in the kingdom of Temeria.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, TW mentions of rape, SMUT, 18+

A/N: It’s here y’all, my b-day Geralt fic! I’m really happy with how this turned out and could honestly have published it without the smut, that’s how much I love this fic. It is definitely going to be part of a series so I hope you all enjoy! (PS I love writing Jaskier way too much and could honestly just do a full series of him having random misadventures all over the continent!) I’m tagging @navybrat817​ because I know she loves some Henry Cavill

Jaskier had been belting the Fishmonger’s Daughter for the past 30 minutes, and Geralt was ready to murder him.

“Must you insist on shouting our position to every living creature in a 5 mile radius?” He hissed at the bard.

“List, my grumpy, hoar-headed friend. I need to be sure my voice is in top form if I’m performing at a royal ball. Now, you’ll feel better if you sing with me, Oooh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger!”

“I’m going to feed you that damn lute before we reach the castle if you don’t shut up. I can’t listen to this for three days.” The Witcher growled under his breath. He couldn’t figure out why he had agreed to accompany the irritating man on his journey, but the man always managed to convince him to go along with his stupid plans.  

“Now, Geralt. You know you secretly love my singing. After all, how many jobs has that little song of mine rustled up for you, eh? Stop being so grouchy.”

He gave him a grunt. “Fine, can you at least sing something else?”

“Ah, but of course, my large, angry friend. Eh hem, You think you’re safe, without a care…”

“Gods, not that one.”

“Well, there’s no pleasing you is there. Ahh, what’s that noise?”

A feminine shriek split the air, causing a flock of birds to take flight only a few feet from the pair of riders. Roach of course didn’t mind, but Jaskier’s mount almost threw him, causing Geralt to smile.

“Gods, see, this is why I hate travelling on these creatures. Give me a nice coach ride any time. Come Geralt, let us see what fair maiden is in need of our assistance.”

“Our assistance?”

“Well, your assistance. C’mon Geralt, a damsel in distress, this is the perfect material for a new song.”

Geralt followed the idiot as he rode towards the sounds of distress, determined to keep him from getting himself killed. He didn’t really like getting involved in petty issues of the realms but knew that Jaskier lived for these tiny adventures.

They came upon you, surrounded by five men in soiled armor. Your cart had a broken wheel and was sinking into the snow and mud. One of the men had you pinned in the back of the cart by your neck as he buried his other hand in your skirts. The other men jeered at you as they kept their watch.

“Look Geralt, a fair maid waiting to be rescued, what could make for a better song? Ho there fellows, stop your raping or you’ll have to deal with my cantankerous companion here.”

“Move along, bard this doesn’t concern you.” One of the soldiers growled at Jaskier before spitting to the side. “Or, wait your turn and we’ll let you and your pal have her when we’re done.”

“Ah, Geralt, I’ll let you take care of them. Make sure to draw it out, a long fight always makes for a better song.”

“Oh, fuck this.” You hissed, pulling out the stiletto you had hidden in your skirts and gutting the man who was restraining you.

Jaskier turned his head and vomited as the man’s intestines seeped out of him and he crumbled to the forest floor. You flung your cloak off your shoulders as you drew the obscenely large longsword you had concealed beneath its folds and chopped off the hand of the next soldier who came charging at you before plunging it into his chest.

“I don’t know, bard. Seems like the maid has things under control.” Geralt grinned at his companion once he had finished emptying his stomach.

You wrenched the blade free as the two unhorsed soldiers rushed you. One of them tossed his own dagger at you and you used your sword to whip it back at him, catching him in the throat. You brought up your dagger and crossed the blades you were holding to catch the sword of your fourth opponent. You managed to loop the dagger under his hilt and wrenched the sword from his grasp as you let the momentum from his attack carry you the two of you backwards, flipping him over your head until you were straddling his chest. You gave him a small smirk as your drove your dagger through his eye.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Jaskier asked as he watched the bloody show with abject horror painted on his face.

“What would you suggest bard? The woman seems to be able to handle herself, and I can’t say these soldiers seem particularly deserving of assistance.”

The final soldier had dismounted and was now striding towards you, twirling his sword around like an idiot peacock. You scowled at him before pulling a massive crossbow from beneath the packages in your cart and shooting him in the shoulder.

He went down with a soft grunt and you strutted over to him, crossbow slung over your shoulder and dagger twirling through your fingers. You tutted at him like you were chiding a naughty schoolboy.

“Oh, Abbett, what did you do with the money? I certainly hope you have it on you. I don’t feel like trekking through this frozen forest digging for it.”

“You cunt.” The man spat at you. “We fought those bloody Nilfgaardians to keep these farmers safe and warm. The least they can do to thank us is give up a few bloody coins and their daughters.”

You shot him again in the leg and he let out a scream.

“One more time, Abbett, the money? I can’t give those poor girls their maidenhoods again but maybe their families can offer a dowry to make them good matches.”

“Argh, bitch! It’s in the saddlebags.”

“Excellent! See, not so fucking difficult, and you saved me the nasty task of gelding you!” You took a few steps forward and shot him through the eye as you went to examine the horse and find the stolen coins.

“Ahem, hello, madam! I am Jaskier the Bard and this is my companion, Geralt of Rivia! Would you join us on our journey to the capital of Temeria? You seem like a lass with stories to tell and I’m just the fellow to put them to song.”

“Jaskier, shut the fuck up.” Geralt hissed at him.

You whipped around to the two of them and pointed your crossbow at the Witcher. “Fuck, I almost forgot about you two. Well, you’ve given me a bit of a conundrum boys. I was counting on there not being any witnesses here. These vagabonds are still wearing the king’s colors after all, and we’re close enough to the capital that that could prove to be a problem for me.” You had started to unfasten the bodice of the gown you were wearing, desperate to get out of the confining layers of cloth that had comprised your disguise. You revealed an outfit of bleached leather and furs that clung to your body.

“Oops.” Jaskier murmured, giving Geralt a sheepish grin as he raised his hands in supplication. “Geralt, friend, maybe you can talk to our new companion.”

“Right, listen, we don’t care that you just slaughtered five of the king’s soldiers, though I’m sure upon closer inspection they’ll be shown to be deserters. And as we have no desire to bring any trouble down on you, we’ll just be on our way.”

“Wait,” You called after them, tossing the rags of your gown onto the abandoned cart as you saddled your horse. “If you’re heading towards the capital, I’ll join you. I have some deliveries to make before I get out of this god-forsaken country, and that way I can keep an eye on you.” You gave them a grin as you rode up the hill to join them. “I can think of worse company than a bard and a Witcher.”

Jaskier shot a grin back at you as you joined them. “Ah, finally someone who will appreciate my talents. Tell me… um..”

“Y/N”

“Y/N, lovely, do you have any requests?”

Geralt groaned internally at the thought of being stuck with two singing idiots for the journey but was cut short by the sound of multiple bows being drawn.

“Fuck.”

“That’s far enough you three.” A captain in shining armor commanded as you came into view of a mounted regiment of king’s soldiers, accompanied by about 100 footmen who all had arrows trained on you. “What do you know about several groups of dead king’s men that have been found in these woods.”

Geralt shot you a look of reproach over his shoulder as you pointedly avoided making eye contact, examining your fingernails like they were the most interesting thing on the continent.

“There’s another group of dead soldiers in the clearing back there, captain. Looks like we’ve found our culprits.”

“Oh, just wait a minute. My grouchy friend and I were just passing through when we came upon this lovely woman being set upon by these supposed kingsmen. Granted, we considered dispatching them ourselves but our fair companion had things well in hand. Seems like she was doing your jobs for you.”

You and Geralt shared a groan. “Shut up, Jaskier.”

The captain gave a snort of derision. “You want us to believe this pretty thing has been besting the king’s chosen troops on her own for months? Take their weapons and restrain the Witcher and the woman. The bard can sing us some songs to pass the time as we travel. We’ll save this for the king to sort out.”

You gave a heavy sigh and started handing over your blades. Jaskier’s eyes started to bulge as you continued pulling smaller and smaller knives out of an increasingly absurd number of hiding places, until there was an impressive pile in front of the soldier who had been tasked with collecting your weapons.

Geralt was less forthcoming in turning over his weapons and didn’t really start until a spear prodded him in the back. He was gazing at Renfri’s blade when the captain lost his patience, and the butt of the spear whipped across the back of his head, knocking him cold.

“Put his blades with the rest of it.”

Geralt woke up with his face buried in your hair and let out a groan at the throbbing in his skull.

“What the fuck?” He lifted his head, squinting against the sun reflecting off the new fallen snow.

“Good morning, Witcher. Apparently this type of restraint has been proven to limit the ability of the restrained to extricate themselves from their bindings. You missed a fascinating lecture on it as they were tying us up.”

The two of you were bound face to face on the saddle of your massive black courser. Your arms and legs tangled around each other and wrapped in an intricate series of knots. He started trying to wrench himself free, but only succeeded in bringing you even closer to him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Look at the two of you, so cozy.” Jaskier rode up with a grin on his face, strumming his lute. “Do not worry yourselves, my violent friends. I am currently working on a plan to extricate the two of you from this predicament. I have the ear of the captain.”

“Are you going to annoy him to death Jaskier? Maybe if you sing that damn abortion song enough times, he’ll release us just to be rid of you.”

“You wound me, Geralt. The name of that tune is “You Think You’re Safe” and you’ll be happy to know that the captain is enamored of my talents and has asked me to regale him and his officers at their meal tonight.”

“Ah, good for you Jaskier. Make sure to sing the ‘Fishmonger’s Daughter’ I hear that’s a favorite of the troops.” You smiled at him, throwing him a wink.

“Oh, I knew I liked you, Y/N! See Geralt, it isn’t so hard to appreciate what I bring to the table. Thank you for your advice, sweet lady, I will be sure to take heed!” He rode off, humming to himself as he tuned his lute.

“Why would you encourage him?” Geralt growled in your ear, still fighting against his bonds.

“Ah, Witcher, you need to relax. I’m sure Jaskier’s plan will work out just fine.”

“The bard is an imbecile, the day I trust myself to any plan of his is the day I resign myself to a slow and painful death.”

“Well, be that as it may, if you don’t stop struggling, we’re going to end up in a very uncomfortable situation.” You said, giving a gasp as another jerk of your bonds brought you indecently close.

“Fuck.” He let out in a hiss, resigning himself to waiting for a better opportunity as a lock of your hair blew into his face, smelling of pine and turned earth “I don’t suppose you have any sort of plan of escape, since it’s your fault we’re in this situation.”

“Geralt, I do apologize that you have ended up in my mess. I’m so sorry that the war with Nilfgaard has caused unprecedented levels of desertion, and that the cowards that have runoff have been terrorizing and robbing the smallfolk. And I’m sorry that the king failed to listen to the pleas of his people, who had to pool together the last of their coin to contract me to come in and relieve them of their problems. But yes, this mess is entirely of my own making, and nothing to do with the colossal mismanagement of the realm of Temeria.”

“Hmmph.” He grunted into your hair. “So how are you getting us out of this mess?”

You gave him a snort. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours Witcher, something will work out.”

“Alright, dismount.” One of the lieutenants ordered, leering at the two of you. “Hope you two have enjoyed today’s ride. I hear they’re already constructing a gibbet for you in Vizima.”

“I see the royal council has decided to do away with even the minimal farce of a trial then.”

Two soldiers had started to undo the maze of knots binding you and the Witcher together and you gave a hiss as blood started to flow back into your legs.

“An attack on the king’s army is an attack on the king. No trials for traitors to the crown.”

“You do know that neither of us are citizens of this kingdom?” Geralt asked him. “You can’t betray a monarch you don’t serve.”

“Pssh, a minor inconsistency. The king can’t be seen as soft during wartime.”

“Oh, of course not.” You murmured as the soldiers dragged you off your mount and led you to the prisoners’ tent that had been erected next to the officers’. The same intricate raveling of ropes and knots started again as they bound your upper bodies to the poles in the center of the tent. You could hear the beginnings of revelry in the officers’ pavilion when they left you.

“Well, now what?” Geralt asked you, pulling against the bonds at his wrists.

“Just, have a little patience.” You chided him, leaning against your pole in as relaxed of a pose as you could achieve.

“You did hear that they plan on executing us once they get us back to the capital?”

“No, Geralt, I missed that.” You spat at him as you heard Jaskier start to sing and gave a small smile. “Excellent, let’s hope he leaves the good stuff until they’re well and drunk.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked you, still trying to wrench himself free.

“For fucks’ sake, give it a rest. Apparently the royal knot tyers are the only members of this army who haven’t fallen lax in their duties.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Just give it a half hour and we’ll give you a chance to get out all the pent up aggression.”

“So you do have a plan? Any chance you want to let me in on it?”

“I think I’ll leave it for a surprise.”

The two of you sat there listening as the sounds of drunken celebration filled the camp. It only took 20 minutes for the revelry to reach a dull roar, and a smile crept over your face when you heard the first refrains of ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’.

“Ah, Jaskier, perfect timing.” You muttered.

The song started speeding up and spread through the regiment. You heard the soldiers start clapping along and seized your moment, bending your legs and driving your back into the post you were bound to at each clap, starting to shift it out of the ground with each drive of your shoulders.

Geralt finally seized on your idea and joined you in wrenching his post out of the ground. Within a few rounds of the song, they were loosened enough for you to drag them out of their anchors, causing the tent to collapse around you. You slipped your bonds over the ends of the posts and unraveled yourselves. Geralt gave you a look of appreciation as you hefted your post, flung the folds of the fallen tent off yourself and whipped the post around to take out the two guards that had been posted at the entrance.

“Well, let’s find our weapons, shall we?” You said, giving him a grin.

Apparently, your appraisal of the army had been accurate; you ran into minimal resistance as you made your way to the weapons tent and managed to knock out the only sentries you encountered before Geralt had a chance to react.

“Ah, my babies.” You said to yourself as you started resheathing the ridiculous number of knives you had accumulated for yourself, kissing each blade before you returned it to its rightful place.

“How can you possibly be comfortable wearing all of that steel?” Geralt asked you around a grin, watching you tuck a dirk between your breasts and wondering how you managed to not cut yourself.

“I’m a woman traveling the continent alone, Witcher. I’ve found that the element of surprise is my friend, and there’s nothing quite as surprising as an unexpected knife between the ribs.”

He actually laughed at that, strapping one sword to his back and one to his hip as you hefted your crossbow and loaded it with a bolt before heading back out into the snow.

You were met by the surprised faces of a drunken group of soldiers who were wending their way through the tents, arms around each other as the slurred the lyrics to their favorite song. You shot the first through the chest as you drew your longsword over your shoulder and you dropped your crossbow to the ground, slashing the second across the face before they finally regained their composure and sounded the alarm.

Geralt drew his blades and clashed with three of the remaining soldiers as you grappled with the other two. He managed to drive his long sword through one of their chests before the other two had a chance to converge on him and he struggled to drive them apart with his fists to allow himself room to maneuver. One of his opponents went down suddenly with a dagger through his throat and Geralt threw a look your way to see your first opponent down and missing an eye as you drove your knee into the chest of your second opponent, driving him into a post as you brought your sword around and ran it across his throat.

Geralt threw his assailant over his shoulder and rammed his blade through his chest as you let out a shrill whistle and hefted your crossbow as the sound of hoofbeats rose through the camp. Roach and your courser came charging around the bend suddenly and you latched onto your steed’s mane and swung yourself onto his back as Geralt vaulted onto Roach’s. You turned suddenly and led him back towards the officers’ pavilion as drunken soldiers did their best to pursue you.

“We almost forgot the fucking bard!” You grinned at him as you hopped off your horse and slashed through the back of the officers’ tent. You emerged seconds later with a terrified looking Jaskier, who you tossed over the back of your mount like a sack of potatoes before leaping up behind him and kicking your steed to a gallop.

“Either of you want to fill me in on what the fuck is happening?!” Jaskier shrieked as he bounced around.

The two of you ignored him as you rode on. You set a punishing pace through the whole night, not looking back until you crossed the river into the kingdom of Redania as the sun rose and you finally allowed your horses to slow their pace to a walk, dismounting to give them a rest.

“If my lute is damaged, I’ll never forgive you.” Jaskier whined as he inspected his instrument, hobbling along as he tried to adjust after the unceremonious thrashing he had taken during the ride.

“Jaskier, a little thanks should be in order. Y/N and I did save you from a rather nasty execution after all.” Geralt grinned at him as he walked beside you, Roach nuzzling him in the shoulder as he patted her snout.

“I told the two of you, I had the captain’s ear, I would have been able to talk us out of any trouble.”

You gave him a snort as your courser butted his head into yours, begging for his own pats. “Jaskier, you would have been strung up right beside us. Just think though, this little adventure has the makings of a great song, eh? I’ll buy you a nice hot meal and a bath at the inn we’re coming up on.”

“Well, I’d never say no to a bath. How close is this inn?”

“Just over the next hill.”

You arrived within an hour and made arrangements for the horses as Jaskier headed in to arrange rooms and meals for the three of you.

Geralt and you headed into the inn and you grabbed the two of you the largest mugs of beer you could arrange before joining Jaskier at a table and tearing into the trencher of bread.

“So, good news first.” The bard said. “I arranged for nice, hot baths for all three of us, in addition to our meals. The only thing is, they only had two rooms.”

Geralt let out a groan at that. “Fine, bard, I guess the two of us are sharing accommodations for the next few days then.”

“Aah, well. I figured, with you two having grown so close during our little journey, that you wouldn’t mind sharing the much, much larger room whilst I make due with the tiny, lonely room myself that I’ve already had them unload my things into.”

The two of you shot him equally reproachful looks over your mugs of beer as a barmaid arrived to let him know his bath was ready.

“Ah, splendid. Well, you two enjoy your breakfasts. I’m going to take a very long nap after my bath and I’ll see you this afternoon, or maybe even tomorrow.”

A whole roasted chicken arrived and the two of you tore into it without a word, polishing it off quickly as you hadn’t realized how famished you were.

“I’ll arrange for them to bring up the hot water for baths for us.” You told Geralt as you stood up and stretched, downing the last of your beer.

“I’m fine without.” The Witcher grumbled at you.

You gave him a derisive chuckle. “If we’re bedding together for the two days it’ll take for the horses to rest up, you’re bathing yourself at least once, I don’t need to smell everywhere you’ve been in the past month.”

He gave an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulders as he followed you upstairs. It had been a while since he’d spent the night with a woman he wasn’t paying, and there was something about you he found disarming. Endearing, but disarming nonetheless.

“Ah, at least there’s two tubs.” You said gleefully as you entered the room. A group of attendants arrived a moment later, carrying four large buckets of steaming water between them that they emptied into the copper tubs before taking their leave.

You started by pulling off your supple boots and Geralt turned his back as he began to unlace his jerkin. He heard you give a soft laugh behind him. “Are we really going to pretend like neither of us have seen a naked body before, Witcher?”

He whipped around at the amusement in your voice. You had removed your corset and sleeves and were down to nothing but a thin linen tunic on top. He tried not to stare at the shape of your breasts moving beneath the fabric as you worked at unlacing your breeches. You shot him a wicked look through your lashes as you moved your fingers back to unstrap the multiple sheathes that had been hidden beneath your bodice.

He did his best to ignore you as he ripped his jerkin off over his head. He made easy work of his tunic and breeches and sank into the tub while you were still working on undoing the intricate trappings of your hidden arsenal.

“I really don’t see how you can be comfortable in all of that Y/N.” He chided you as you removed the final straps and drew your tunic over your head before shimmying out of your breeches. He did his best to keep his eyes occupied elsewhere as you stepped into your own bath, hissing at the heat.

“Comfort is a matter of individual preference, dear. Oh, that’s wonderful.” You sank into the water with a sigh and dunked your head under before coming back up with a gasp.

“So, you going to tell me how you ended up with a warhorse, enough steel to equip a small band of thieves, and the strength to wield a tentpole like a damn quarterstaff, or is that something I’ll have to guess at?” He asked as he dumped a bucket over his head and ran the water through his hair before shaking it back out and splashing you, making you yelp.

“I think I’ll keep that my little secret for now, Geralt. Maybe if you buy me a few strongales over the next few days I’ll regale you with my tale of woe.” You let out a sigh as you felt your muscles relax. “Maybe I’ll get you to tell me your history as well. I hear the Redanians have a liquor that will light your chest on fire and make you forget the seasons.”

He gave a laugh and settled his head back against the tub. “You think you can outdrink me girl, you’re in for a nasty surprise… fuck.” He hadn’t heard you leave your tub and sat up startled when you crawled into his, sloshing water over the sides.

“Oh, Geralt, you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.” You said before pressing your mouth to his softly and giving a gentle sigh.

He got over his surprise quickly and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you to him fiercely as he growled against your lips.

You gave him a small laugh as you moved your lips down the line of his jaw to his neck, running your teeth along his collarbone before nipping at him softly as your hands moved down the plains of his chest, dipping below the water to take his cock in your grasp. He gave you a satisfying moan as you did so and you began sliding your hand up and down his length slowly as you raised a small bruise on his shoulder with your mouth.

He bucked his hips up into your hand as you increased your pace and you moved your other hand below the water to play with his balls. You leaned against his chest and gazed up at him with heavy lids as you watched him come apart under your ministrations.

He arched his back and gave a heavy moan as he came in your hand and you grinned against his chest as he softened, planting soft kisses along his throat as he came down and his breathing slowed.

He swallowed thickly and grinned at you before scooping his arms underneath you and lifting you out of the tub easily, making you shriek with glee before he dropped you unceremoniously on the large bed and pounced on top of you, nuzzling himself into the skin below your ear as his large hands skimmed down the sides of your torso before coming to rest on your hips and kneading them, raising bruises on your soft skin.

He brought one hand between the two of you and ran his fingers through the soft hair of your mound before rubbing them between your folds, making you arch into him as you let out a thin whine, fluttering your lashes as you gazed at him. He grinned down at you as he inserted two fingers at an agonizingly slow pace and you moaned as he started fucking them into you, curling them against that sweet, spongy spot each time.

He added another finger as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your clean scent as you mewled and whimpered, begging him for more. He started strumming your clit with his thumb and you writhed underneath him, doing your best to grind your cunt into him as his fingers stretched you.

It was almost too much when he added the fourth finger and you wrapped your hands in his silver hair, pressing his face to your neck as you cried silently. He moved his mouth back to yours as he increased his speed and pressure on your tiny bud, moving his tongue softly past your lips and tangling it with yours. You came around him, clenching down on his fingers in your release as all the breath rushed out of you. He felt you go rigid beneath him before you collapsed back against the bed with a sigh.

“You think you’re ready for me sweetheart?” He asked as he kissed your neck, moving his hands up to palm your breasts.

You pulled his head back by his hair and gave him a grin before squeezing his sides with your thighs and rolling until you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

You sat up over him and he groaned at the sight of you, soft skin moving over lean muscle, a patchwork of faint scars covering your torso. He ran his thumb over an especially noticeable one that ran over your ribs below your left breast as you guided him to your entrance and sheathed his length inside you suddenly, making him hiss.

You started grinding against him, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone before you started fucking yourself on his cock. He tossed his head back with a moan and a murmured “Fuck” as his hands moved to your hips and guided your thrusts, meeting your hips with his own as he rutted up into you.

He sat up suddenly and pressed you to him as he knelt beneath you, staring into your eyes with lust blown pupils, a thin golden ring around a pool of deep black. You wrapped your legs around his back as he fucked up into you at a faster pace, making it hard for you to breathe.

He wrenched your head down to his and crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you hungrily as you felt your pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen and you whimpered into his mouth.

He felt you starting to clench around him and moved a hand between you to strum at your clit. It only took a moment and you were flying apart around him, every muscle below your waist spasming as your orgasm wracked you and you cried into his mouth. His release was right behind yours as his hips stilled and you felt his spend spurting into you, coating your velvety walls in his release with a feral growl.

He collapsed back on the bed, still holding you to him as you both came down from you pleasure, breathing heavily as your hearts pounded together. You propped your chin on his chest and gave him a sinful grin that he returned, planting a kiss on the top of your head as you started to untangle yourselves.

“Well, if all your surprises are that pleasant, Y/N, I can’t wait to find out more.” He said to you over his shoulder as he stood up from the bed, grabbing a towel to finish drying himself off. He tossed you one and you ran it softly between your thighs, cleaning the mixture of your releases from your slit as you grinned back at him.

“My dear Witcher, I aim to please.” You threw a wink at him before you stood up and stretched. “I arranged for some clean clothes to be brought up, could you check the door for them?”

He peeked his head out and brought in two sets of soft woolens, tossing one to you. You yanked a tunic over your head before stepping into the clean pair of breeches. You decided to forgo most of your blades for the moment, opting for a simple belt that contained two daggers once you had finished lacing up your bodice.

“Shall we head down for more ale?”

“Gods yes, what else do you know about this storied Redanian liquor?”

You gave him a throaty laugh as you headed down to the main room and lute music floated up to meet you.

“Ah, Y/N! Geralt! My friends! Join us for a song won’t you? Y/N, I still want to hear you sing ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’ for us, eh? Oh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger”

“Gods, Jaskier, aren’t you sick of that song yet?” Geralt growled half heartedly

“Pull the stick out of your ass, Witcher. C’mon, Jaskier. To pull on my horn, as it rises in the morn!”

“What a lovely voice you have my lady! For tis naught but bad luck, to fuck with a puck!”

The Witcher rolled his eyes at the two of you as he headed to the bar and the rest of the patrons joined in. What he wouldn’t give to never hear this abominable tune ever again.

“Lest your grandkid be born, a hairy young faun! Bleating and baying all day, hey ho!”

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Masterlist

Auden's Story masterlist

I’ve realized that finding my writing on here is like impossible so I think it’s about time i made one of these :3

There is no overarching story, so go ahead, read through the descriptions and jump into any story that interests you!

Taglist (tagged in everything I write): @morning-star-whump @whumprince

TWs for all around creepy/intimate whumpers, blood, sadistic whumpers, just a lot of Non-Sexual touching, scared bois and anything you may associate with whump honestly; each one is tagged accordingly. I do not write anything NSFW besides gore!

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Simple Pleasures, Simple Pains

Content also available in my book :)

Fireplace - broken whumpee with possibly nonhuman whumper, who lost all hope of ever escaping, kinda dark and could count as horror? i think?

Chauffeur - a rich (probably part of the mafia or sth idk) whumper that went a bit overboard with the whumping, a sleep deprieved obedient but very tired whumpee and a chauffeur that did not sign up for this

Inferior - creepy whumper having dinner with his two pets

A Dark Desire - whumper that found it necessary to give his plaything nyctophobia (make him deathly afraid of the dark) and now after having finally let him out of the Dark Room, he decides to test out how deep that fear really goes

Four - whumper changing his slightly defiant whumpee’s only interaction with him that didn’t involve him getting hurt at all into yet another game that involves making the poor thing cry

A Strange Day - whumper seemed to have experienced something that put him under the weather, and whumpee notices, deciding to try and be helpful, until whumper asks him a question he didn’t expect

Won’t you sing for me? - whumpee uses his own voice to calm himself, whumper finds out about it, uses his boytoy’s pyrophopia to make him sing for him, horror ensues :)

My host - whumper and whumpee share a body/ whumpee is posessed by whumper; sleep paralysis and creepy fondness

A nightmare that won’t let you wake - nightmare-ception, panic attack, gore, horror - all the good stuff

Mine - uhh usual pet whump with overly possessive creepy whumper, lots of choking and scared boi action bonus hair pulling vampire whump if you squint

A thorough look in the mirror - gore. talk of so much past torture. broken whumpee. whumper is toxic friend turned torturer bc he is a sadistic lil bitch and liked the sounds whumpee was making a bit too much. i swear i was on some shit writing this.

Bye-bye - captive whumpee is allowed to call caretaker as a sick game for his captor and a way to crush him more

Drown it out - poor boi has to endure the hellish screams coming from the basement, how sad :(

Instincts - little drabble about a sadistic non-human whumper asking human whumpee about this thing called 'fear'

Bloody kisses - very ewie gross intimate whumper and paranoid whumpee relaxing together......... ew... (noncon touching, noncon kissing, but no more than that)

To shatter - whumpee experiences an existential crisis while being taught (violently threatened) by whumper about the ways he can fuck him up

That damned smile  - whumpee talking about whumper's smile, and how creepy it is that its the same as it was before they turned out to be a sadistic asshole. whumper responds

Stay still - first person whump? whumpee is held at knifepoint and is panicking on the inside while trying their best to keep still

Fresh meat - poor innocent boi was kidnapped and put into a red room, awaiting his first time on the official Red Room channel :) exciting stuff!

Infatuation - some artistic whump? Big description of the agony of human by an artistic creepy whumper

Growing a heart - whumper leaves his whumpee with a friend, but turns out, said friend wasn't very trustworthy and made whumpee more scared of being left there than whumper has ever seen him

Choices - a fresh lineup of whumpees are getting ready to be auctioned, but there is one more than allowed at once, so whumper has to choose wisely between them on which to take with themself

Childhood Monster - legends say that a cruel people-eating beast hunts on the other side of the town, and everyone had to move away from there, making it a home for only the ghosts of its victims. unfortunately for our whumpee, he has a family to feed, and has run out of ways to do so. and so alone, starving himself, he ventures into that forbidden district, where he hopes to find some food for his family and return in one piece.

The Collector's Market - whumper goes to a very fancy special event, only for his peaceful time to be interrupted by a whumpee in the middle of escaping from their own whumper. Whumper on whumper violence alert 🚨 (whumper/-ee is alluded to being a teenager, minor whump)

Silent -  who loves asphyxiation? Me I do. Who loves creepy horrible little people suffocating weak little pretty men? Also me

Colleague Conflict - whumper who works in a facility made to gather information from dangerous criminals realizes that the person who leads said facility and also is a close friend of theirs enjoys this work - torturing people - a lot more than they thought

Maze - whumpee waking up in a huge labyrinth of a place and having to find a way out (bonus content in SpSp, only draft here)

One-shots:

Récamier - first person whump i wrote for a friend, vampire “therapist” whumper, first thing i ever actually wrote so be gentle :)

My Little Mortal - a lonely god and a desperate mortal meet in the rain. Power play ensues.

Anticipation - asking to be hurt, anticipation and power dynamics

Too Much - defiant whumpee breaks for the first time

Delicate - a sensitive whumpee

Drabbles:

Eat up - whumper was so kind to bring warm freshly made soup to whumpee and whumpee just wont eat it for some reason?? horrible way to treat your captor in my opinion (whipping)

Lonely... - part two of 'Instincts', this time a little different.........

They will survive - an escape attempt in the snowy forest, hunted by a cry of hounds. some eye gore and death tw.

A tiney wribte :) - little tiney dialogue of creepy whumper likening whumpee's heartbeat to purring

Have you ever cut your finger? - creepy dialogue about ruining handgore

Today Is His Special Day! - whumpee is with bad caretaker that hurts people, and a misunderstood conversation leads him to think the only reason caretaker hasn't hurt him is bc they're not yet old enough

The Crave - whumper let go of his whumpee to let them heal and now can barely control himself day to day from the overwhelming urge to hurt someone

No Longer a Lie — a story about a whumpee missing their whumper so much, that after only month of freedom, they find their way right back to that hellish prison they had escaped

Take Your Medicine — whumpee hasn't taken their medicine (force-feeding, suffocation, drugging)

To Have Nobody Else — masochistic whumpee unfortunately has the worst sadist to take care of them

“I’m thinking again...”

(prompts/ideas/evil little thoughts)

No talking, only sounds - title says it all

Messing with their sense of time - a new and better way of making your whumpee lose sense of time, and have fun doing it!

... - collection of dialogue no. 1

Holiday whump collection - collection of horrible horrible ideas of whump for the holiday times, some festive pain is always welcome

A whumpee who's whumper never hurts them - whumpee is scared and obedient, yet they aren't under threat of physical abuse. Whumper never hurts them, and they would like to keep it that way

Sadistic choice - fun little decisions you can force your poor little meow meow to make

I don't care. - just a fun little prompt :)

Signs that hurt is on the way - a collection of fun signs that whumpee can catch that tells them they are in trouble

Game idea: staring contest - make up a rule and watch your whumpee figure out desperately what it is

What do you want from me? - short dialogue prompt about a poor little meow meow doing their best

Tiny whump:

Mute whumpees - mute whumpee appreciation post

Whumper who is part of the team - being insane about whumpers as usual

Tiny Whump Time - a collection of tiny whump tropes

Tiny whump creepy whumper dialogue prompts - more tiney whumps

Tiny pet whump prompts - and even more tiny whumps

Art:

A piece with a bruised neck i made :)

Cat boi in pain :)

Knife to the lips ouch :)

A space demon :)

Miscellanious:

Whatever this is - me thinking about Neck Whump™ in the middle of the night half asleep that a lot of people seem to enjoy for some reason

Wouldn't you? - i think watching a pretty boi crying on my floor is about as good as life could get......... dont you?? im normal i swear

 (Profile pic was made with this incredible picrew)

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Day 6: Violent Delights | Prompt List

One sided Psycho!Makarov x reader (so just regular Makarov with extra steps)

This one is a reference to a George Romero quote, "Violent Delights have violent ends", which basically means that being a violent psycho can't be a long-suffering gig. One way or another.

Ps: ok but imma need you guys to plz check this one out (if you're comfortable) bc this is far and away my best one yet lmao 👀🤌🏻

Tw: mentions of gore and moments of non-con, but nothing explicit or over the top

You hold your breath as you sprint through the sewage system. This place is filthy enough, but the mangled bodies and remains littered throughout make it all the more sickening. It's too the point that the water is red with the blood of the victims.

All along the walls are messages and strange symbols. Some painted, some carved, right into the concrete.

You've been a detective for years now, and to this day, you've never seen anything as depraved as the case you're on now.

There had been several disappearences over the last couple months, with no clues as to a connection. Nothing about these people seemed to be consistent. Just that they were missing.

That is, until the bodies started showing up.

A corpse was found washed up on the shore of retainment pond, out flowing from the sewer. The body was mutilated almost beyond recognition. It seemed like a one off thing until another appeared. And another. And another. All butchered in similar fashions.

It's looks like someone just taking out their rage on random strangers.

A case was put together immediately, and you in charge. You were of course determined to find this nightmare of a murderer, but... It would seem you're not the only one who wants to get to know one another.

It started with random gifts sent to the precinct, made out for you. Flowers, chocolate, once even a blank valentine's day card. Then they started arriving at your door, the cards now filled with notes just as carefully penned as they are disturbing.

"Your eyes have the most sparkle I've ever seen. I want them"

"Do you like Lillys? They make me think of you. Soft, fragile."

"I know you're looking for me. I want to see you too"

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo-"

"Why don't you love me?...You will"

You had to move into special protection. Even then, the notes kept coming. You and your team searched furiously for any hint that would bring you closer to solving this. But it just never came.

The people kept disappearing, and the disturbed declarations of love kept coming. Until one day...

A package came for you at work. It's nearly wrapped and tied. "For my beloved, the seeker of my heart", the tag reads.

You aggressively tear the package open and lift the top. Inside lays a whole human heart. Perfectly intact.

The color rushes from your face at the shock, and the smell... The smell of coins fills your nostrils, but the knowledge that it's someone else's blood almsot makes you puke. Worse yet, you can make out a little lamented note beneath the heart.

You take it to forensics and when it can be safely removed... The note says, "Look no further. It's yours. Come find me"

On the back of the page are a string of numbers. Coordinates. You and a team make short work of finding the place. It leads you to the head of a sewer service entry.

The bars are covered in rust, implying the city has abandon it. And yet, the door hangs slightly ajar, the lock pad left purposely off. An invitation.

You take it.

And here you are, following what little trail you can make out as you crawl through the bloody waters. Your team tails behind as you take the lead, but your numbers have slowly dwindled as the time has passed. The system has several branches that your team has splintered off to take.

Soon, it's down to you.

You hope to meet up with them soon, particularly now that you're at the end of the line. A giant, cavernous room stands all around you, your only light source a couple rays of sun through a manhole cover up by the catwalk.

The room is covered in gore. It's a wonder no one has reported the stench yet. You sweep the area with your pistol and flashlight, but it seems... Empty. Perhaps you're too late.

You turn around and shake your head out. Damn it! You thought you had something...

As you make your way back the way you came. You pass by a nook in the wall and out shoots an arm to grab you.

Your screams are silenced by a pair of rough, grimy lips as they smash into yours. You struggle and fight against the shadowy figure, but the hands around your biceps hold fast as iron to keep you in place. Your head feels light, your lungs on fire, as if the oxygen is being sucked right out of you.

At last the kiss ends. The perpetrator takes a deep breath at the nape of your neck, drinking in the smell of you.

Acting on instinct, you headbutt him sharply and try to wrench yourself away. He cries out in pain and surprise, but manages to hold on as you drag him out into the light.

A rolling chuckles escapes him as he wipes the blood from his brow. "Leaving so soon? I thought you wanted to see me", he speaks in a thick Russian accent and tries to lean back in for more unwanted affection.

You slap him soundly and respond with your rank and declaration of arrest.

"I know who you are detective", he caresses your cheek, green and blue eyes staring with a sick love into the back of your eyes, "That's why we're here. Together"

He pins your arms to your side and backs you into the wall, "And you're going to stay, with me"

You spit in his face, "Go to hell"

He responds with a punch. It breaks your skin and releases a thin line of blood. You take the moment of freedom to reach for your holstered reserve gun, but it's too late.

You both wrestle against each other's arms for the gun. You're able to squeeze off a few rounds, but all you get is on to his boot. All it's good for is making him angry, as he instantly reacts to the pain with a burst of strength.

He wrenches your arm in the opposite direction. A popping sound is heard as you scream in pain and drop the firearm. He slams you against the filthy cement wall, emphasizing his words, "Don't make me hurt you again"

All of a sudden, his expression changes from an angry sneer to something last like remorse. He cups your cheek softly and kisses the bloody cut his knuckles made.

"I love you, detective. Ever since I first saw you...", he kisses you again and again, in hungry little bites as tears flow from your eyes. As thought he doesn't even notice, he smiles and forcibly turns you around to the room of carnage behind you.

"Do you like it? I set it up just for you. I wanted everything to be perfect for our first time", before you can react, he turns you around and shoves you to the ground, landing just on top of you.

The bloody sewage nearly engulfs you as you struggle to keep your mouth and nose above water. You thrash and fight and kick and scream as he goes first for your top...

"Detective! Open fire!"

A hail of gunfire lights up the dark tunnel, creating a smattering of fine holes into your assailant. He kneels above you, dripping blood from his chest and mouth and takes a ragged breath as he stares down at you.

"Bitch"

He wipes a mouthful of blood from his lips and, at long last, falls still.

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BNHA vampire soulmate scenario: When you first saw them 2

 The first time you saw him, he was feeding off someone.

TWs: Blood, death and alcohol 

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Hawks: {petal storm quirk reader] You were taking a late night walk, tonight you just couldn't settle down, Maybe you were just annoyed because your period had started early without warning and you had to get rid of a nice pair of pajama pants... you were a few miles from your house and stopped a vending machine to get a warm drink, when something red caught your attention. "A feather?" your brows furrowed in confusion as you went over to take a look.

it seemed familiar... 

You know you've seen feathers that shade of red somewhere, but can't remember where, you hummed picking it up to examine it when something else caught you attention. 

Out of the corner of your eye nestled in a semi-wooded area of the park, you saw a blond man with red wings on his back standing a bit off to side facing the trees, you watched incredulously before it clicked that he wasn't alone... 

You could see he had a woman pressed up against a tree face buried in her neck, your face felt hot embarrassed that you saw them getting intimate, before realizing something. the lady wasn’t making any noise... the guy was groaning but the woman was dead silent!

You stood up about to yell at them, when you felt a cramp tingle in your lower regions causing you to moan in pain than felt something trickling down your leg. *oh... goddamn cheap ass pads!* you hissed realizing you were leaking blood all over you legs, then turned back to duo to find the man was now looking right at you! his gold eyes glowing red blood dripping down his lips as he eyed you oddly. 

He set the passed out woman down on the grass and slowly started walking towards you! which caused you to rightfully panic and runaway, The man blinked he looked baffled that you were running from him! and in seconds he was airborne flying after you and catching up at an alarming rate! “Damn.. he's fast!" you huffed get ready to jump. "But I'm faster." you muttered and in the blink of an eyes you burst into flurry of rose petals and sped off like bullet leaving red-wings in the dust.

When you got home you reported what happen to police but got a call back that there was no one in the park, and were told to not to misuse the emergency services for your pranks! "No hold o-" they hung up, while you looked down at the phone bewildered... A Prank? they think you were pranking them?! 

Your face flushed with anger for not being believed, but what could you do? you had no proof of what you saw! with a dejected moan you went to the bathroom to take a shower and change. (and throw another pair of shorts away...) the next morning you were eating cereal and watching TV when a commercial for KFC came on; you nearly choked when you saw who was in it...

Hawks the number #2 hero and the man you saw in the park last night! thinking back you remembered whenever he was on TV he was always drinking these bottles of Pom-Wonderful...and after what you saw last night? you had a sinking suspicion that they weren't full of juice... 

Meanwhile unbeknownst to you that feather you found was still in your possession, Hawks had cleverly hid it in your hoodie pocket, before you activated your quirk. which told him exactly where you were... Said red winged  blond was currently standing outside your house with a bouquet of daffodils and Purple Hyacinth in his hands getting ready to knock.... 

(Daffodils symbolize new beginnings.)

(Purple Hyacinth symbolize forgiveness.)

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Shigaraki: He growled as he looked eyes with a nosey [y/hc] waitress her [y/ec] eyes widened on shock as she backed away from the VIP room terrified, Tomura could care less she was just another NPC; whose only use was to sate his bloodthirst, much like the one he was currently snacking on. The stupid tart actually thought he'd make her his queen! Ever since he became the top dog in Japan; greedy women like the one under him have been throwing themselves at the vampire like lambs to the slaughter. 

And every time Shigaraki sucked them dry of their blood leaving nothing behind but piles of dust when he was full, however today was different... Tomura was half way done with his dinner when he heard a crash from the bar followed by yelling, normally this wouldn't deter the vampire from his meal... but Tomura's concentration was interrupted by the most amazing scent he's ever smelled.

He pulled away from the woman he feeding on; blood dribbling down his chin, and got up from the couch hand reaching from the door, but was stopped by said NPC who grabbed his jacket "W-wait..I thou-thought..." she croaked weakly the vampire hissed at her and used his quirk leaving nothing but a dust pile behind.

Tomura looked through the VIP room's door to see the same waitress who was spying on him, collapsed on the surrounded by glass crying and holding her bleeding hand, Another waitress was checking on the [h/c] woman making weird symbols with her hands as a group of drunks were bellowing insults at the injured woman for dropping their beer, the next thing that happened no one could predict another man the manager of this club saw what going on saw the broken glass listened to the drunks sob story and turned to the injured waitress.

"Y/n, you stupid deaf bitch! look what you've done!" he snarled raising his hand the other waitress hugged the injured woman waiting fort the slap, in a flash, Shigaraki was behind the fat manager holding his arm and in seconds the man dissolved into dust causing pandemonium in the club! 

People were panicking and running away. the vampire turned his attention onto the drunks one tried punch him, but failed miserably as Tomura put a hand on the intoxicated man’s chest; the man suffered the same fate as the manager, his cowardly friends ran away as white haired vamp turned his attention back to the woman who caused his rampage only to find her gone....

*That other NPC must've taken her...* he hummed red eyes scanning the empty club before spotting something shiny on the ground a name tag... [Y/n L/n], The white haired vampire left the club just as some heroes and police swarmed into building looking for him, Shigaraki laid low for a couple days. 

During that time hiding it was maddening for Tomura he spent his time hauled up in his room dusting random objects, while obsessing over a certain [y/hc] waitress, before being told by a random underling that they found Y/n... "Bring her to me unharmed." he ordered the the underling nodded and for the first time in a long time Shigaraki felt joy.

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